He leans over her and reaches behind her head, grasping a handful of her hair close to the root and pulling on it. He gets very close to her face and watches it intensely, noticing even the smallest signs of pain as he grips tighter on her hair and digs his nails again into her hip. All the while, he's fucking her at a steady pace. He pulls her lower lip between his teeth, biting down enough to make it bleed slightly into his mouth, the taste of blood making him growl and thrust harder.
Nina grimaced, hissing out her pain as a few strands of hair were pulled from her scalp. Wood creaked when her wrists pulled against it, reflex making her want to smack him away when he bit her. Instead Nina just dug her heel in harder, whining when she caught the taste of blood on her tongue. Asshole. At least the dick was still good.
Her signs of pain are nice, pushing him along toward climax, but he still can't help but imagine her cut up in all sorts of gruesome ways, bleeding. He closes his eyes as the gory images flash through his mind at an increasingly rapid pace. Finally, he hits his climax with a moan, hips harshly thrusting into her until they stutter to a stop.
Death Knight catches his breath, then looks at her, shivering, wanting. He doesn't have much empathy, but he can smell desperation when it's present, from experience. He stares down at her.
He pulls out of her and does up his pants, then swiftly unties the rope. Then he turns away, walking off a few paces, disgust rising in himself. What is he, becoming goddamn domesticated? How humiliating.
This situation has become too uncomfortable for him anyway, so he allows himself to become distant, head filling with static as he switches.
Nina sighed in relief as her arms dropped, rubbing at her wrists to soothe the ache in them. Whatever crisis the death knight was going through was not her problem.
She hurriedly pulled her shorts up, still painfully aroused but unwilling to let Jeritza see her in a potentially horrifying position.
Jeritza sways in place as he comes to, blinking groggily. Before him is the doorway to the kitchen. He looks down at himself; there are wounds that still hurt, but they appear to be cleaned up and partially healed. Then he looks around, his gaze quickly catching on Nina sitting shirtless on the counter. He approaches her. She has bite and scratch marks on her, but there isn't any blood.
Always uncomfortable, having to explain herself after a switch. Nina tugged her shirt back on and nodded, the trembling of her legs still obvious as she sat on the counter.
"Yeah." She said, reaching for him, hands on his cheeks, leaning in to kiss him. "We, uh. We talked. He was being pretty reasonable, for once." A beat. "Then we fucked. So..."
They had sex. He had told her it would be okay if they did, but he can't help but feel a little strange about it. It does feel like she just had sex with someone else, and while Jeritza isn't a particularly jealous person... It's still a little jarring.
She frowned. "Was that not okay? I know it wasn't exactly in the plan, but it kept him occupied and he didn't do anything crazy." And while he had said he was fine with it before — maybe he wasn't now.
"We don't have to." She said. "If you don't want me to sleep with him, I won't. It's your body too, and your feelings matter more than whatever he wants."
"Mm." She hummed. "Not going to lie, he left me a little... wanting. Would you mind taking care of me after I clean up a bit?" She doubted he wanted to get down there — especially with his mouth — so soon after the Death Knight had come, even if it was technically all the same shit. "I can do it myself, if you don't want to."
He leans forward to put his hands under her thighs and wrap them around him, picking her up and carrying her over to the bathroom before setting her on the floor.
Jeritza really was the only person that could get away with carting her around like that. She nodded. "I won't be long."
And she wasn't. She only took a few minutes to clean herself up, not even bothering to get redressed by the time she walked into the bedroom; dirty clothes tossed into a basket.
Jeritza can be found sitting on the edge of their bed.
"Oh... No, go ahead," he murmurs. He isn't exactly sure the purpose of the sitting, other than it must be sexual, but he imagines it will become clear to him very soon. He lays down on the bed.
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As expected, she was on the brink of her own release and left sorely wanting. At least she had prepared for it mentally. "Gods..."
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"You want more."
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"I didn't come." She huffed. "But I figured you didn't give a shit about that."
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Nice one, bruv.
"But... A favor for a favor seems fair. Unless you'd prefer Jeritza to do it."
He got off, and she allowed him to hurt her and tie her up, so... He could return it if she needed him to. Though he would prefer if Jeritza did it.
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"Jeritza can do it." Or she would just do it herself. She pointedly tugged on her bindings. "Untie me."
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"Give me a fucking moment."
He pulls out of her and does up his pants, then swiftly unties the rope. Then he turns away, walking off a few paces, disgust rising in himself. What is he, becoming goddamn domesticated? How humiliating.
This situation has become too uncomfortable for him anyway, so he allows himself to become distant, head filling with static as he switches.
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She hurriedly pulled her shorts up, still painfully aroused but unwilling to let Jeritza see her in a potentially horrifying position.
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"Are you okay?" He asks, as per usual.
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"Yeah." She said, reaching for him, hands on his cheeks, leaning in to kiss him. "We, uh. We talked. He was being pretty reasonable, for once." A beat. "Then we fucked. So..."
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"Hm... I see."
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"It is fine... I feel a bit strange, but I'm sure it is nothing..."
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"It is not that..."
He tries to search for words to explain himself, but he isn't completely sure of his own feelings.
"It feels like... You have a relationship with someone else... That I do not know the details of..."
Were the roles reversed, she would be jealous, wouldn't she?
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"We don't have to." She said. "If you don't want me to sleep with him, I won't. It's your body too, and your feelings matter more than whatever he wants."
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"I will think about it..."
He moves toward her again, his hands gently on her thighs.
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"You okay?"
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"Mmm. Yes. I am." He kisses her softly, his hands sliding to the back of her hips.
"Do you need anything?"
Forgive him. He's stupid.
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He leans forward to put his hands under her thighs and wrap them around him, picking her up and carrying her over to the bathroom before setting her on the floor.
"I will wait for you in the bedroom."
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And she wasn't. She only took a few minutes to clean herself up, not even bothering to get redressed by the time she walked into the bedroom; dirty clothes tossed into a basket.
"Mind me sitting on your face?" She said bluntly.
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"Oh... No, go ahead," he murmurs. He isn't exactly sure the purpose of the sitting, other than it must be sexual, but he imagines it will become clear to him very soon. He lays down on the bed.
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