[ Was he upset that Nadine wouldn't lay with him the night they met? Yes, but he took her home to rest and skulked off to have his little tantrum in the middle of nowhere while she slept.
She just needed some time to get used to his presence, that was all. He knew he could be somewhat overwhelming. He could stroll into any dive bar in America back before the plague and have his pick of willing partners, but they were all far down the path of the Red before they met him. Nadine was different. Of course it would take some time. He waits for her to give him a sign before he initiates again and this time his advances are welcomed.
He kicks off his boots and throws his jacket to the ground, climbing on top of Nadine in bed with his shirt half-unbuttoned. He's not hard yet; he learned his lesson from last time and is making sure she can actually stand to touch his cock before he gets himself all worked up. ]
You alright? [ He leans down and kisses her on the neck, his teeth tearing through one of the straps on her nightgown. Good thing there plenty more nightgowns where that came from. ]
[Maybe it had been foolish to put Randall off. After all, Nadine had been thinking about and anticipating it since she was somewhere in the middle of her teen years. A few romance novels stolen off a bookshelf had inflamed her imagination and the promise of what was waiting only inspired further consideration.
But fantasies and imaginings and erotic stories weren't reality. Even meetings in some unnamed dreamspace weren't reality, only a facsimile of it. She hadn't expected it to feel so different, meeting him in the flesh of the waking world, how different it would feel from the fantasy. How was it possible for him to be both her closest and most intimate companion...and a stranger at the same time?
And part of it had been some strange, primal fear she couldn't quite tamp down. Also foolish, what reason had he ever given her to fear him? Further proven by his obvious displeasure but lack of pressing the matter. And that lingering fear faded, the powerful sense of him turning familiar. Appealing, even.
Now...now she simply wants him. She's waited long enough. Oh there's a certain nervous sort of kin to fear, but she supposes that's to be expected. She's a virgin, what dabbling in the sexual realm she's indulged in...lacking. But it's thrilling, in its way, as she waits for him in bed. The thrill only grows stronger as she watches him casually begin to undress. He's ridiculously handsome, to be quite honest. All chiseled angles and lean muscles. She can feel the strength of him as he joins her, his scent filling her senses as he covers her.]
Mmhmm.
[The brush of his beard and whisper of teeth against her skin sends a little shiver through her, and she reaches for him, hands on his shoulders to draw him to her rather than push him away.]
[ He unbuttons the rest of his chambray shirt and tosses it onto the floor, letting her touch his firm, bare shoulders. He's too hot in some ways and too cold in others but his appearance can't be faulted. ]
Nadine, Nadine, my queen. [ He speaks rhythmically as he fumbles with his heavy belt buckle, undoing it and pulling out his still-soft cock. There's something not quite right about it, whether it's the deep crimson head or the fact that just looking at it is enough to get a chill down your spine, but if you were in the mood for it it could be a blessing as much as a curse. ]
How bad d'you want me?
[ He bucks his hips forward a little, a not-so-subtle hint that if she wanted him she was going to have to get him going. ]
[Even the timbre and cadence of his voice is arousing - or maybe it's the words themselves. Her hands glide over his broad shoulders and upper back, exploring the expanse of bared skin with interest.
The undoing of pants brings a sharp intake of breath from Nadine. There's a flutter to her heart that isn't desire but she pushes it away. That little voice of 'this isn't right' is ignored. Whatever happens in this bed between them is right because it's him and they're meant for one another.
Wetting her lips, she cautiously reaches for him. One hand stays clinging to his back but the other stretches curious, if hesitant, fingers toward his naked cock. It helps that he's not yet swollen and ready.]
Badly.
[Regardless of how light her initial touch is, fingertips just brushing along his length, she does want him, wants that long awaited joining of flesh.]
[ He growls low and bestial, arching his back as she strokes him. Flagg would never admit to it but being pleased sexually is the closest he ever gets to being tame. Love him just right and he's yours for a while, baby. ]
Attagirl. [ Even when he's soft he's quite sizable; when he's erect he's downright intimidating (and obviously not entirely human, to boot), but he'll make sure she's nice and wet for him before he makes a move. He sticks one hand under her nightgown and strokes her, his slender fingers sending deep shockwaves of pleasure all through her body. A lot of people assume his magic's only good for causing pain and doing harm, but they couldn't be further from the truth. Pleasure's always been a better motivator than pain. ]
Nadine's body jumps, head thrown back, the sudden jolt of pleasure taking her by surprise. She grips him tightly, fingers flexing against his back as she cries out. She's never felt anything quite like that, even those few times she'd awkwardly touched herself alone in bed. It's like some sort of electricity through her, a current of sensation that makes her thighs twitch and her breasts ache pleasantly.
Arousal is a powerful thing. In the throes of pleasure, normal conventions fall away and what would be frightening or upsetting no longer seems so. Her fingers wrap around his cock, stroking him properly, exploring the hefty shaft with growing curiosity. If just his fingers feel like that...]
Yes. [The word comes out breathy and low and between heavy breaths. Her thighs open wider as her hips lift up into his touch.] Oh god yes. Please...
[ Being stroked properly makes him want to abandon all niceties and claim her for his own right here and right now, but the part of his mind that isn't swimming with lust is enough to hold him back. When they've cleared this hurdle and she was familiar enough with him they could rut like wild beasts, but for now he needs to take it slow and show her what good lovin' feels like.
He moans, his thumb circling around her clit as he slides his index and middle finger inside of her, pleasantly surprised by how wet she already was. ]
This ain't nothing yet. Just a tease for what's to come. [ He's well aware that what he's describing as 'nothing' is likely more pleasure than she's ever had, but the anticipation is all part of the experience. ]
[The idea of pleasure beyond this is beyond imagination. How could there possibly be some greater height to reach? Already Flagg's surpassed anything she's ever felt before, at another's hand or her own. She may be a virgin but she isn't a complete innocent.
Or maybe she is, compared to the man she's given herself to. What manner of things does a man like him even enjoy in bed? She's always known he isn't a normal man, possibly not even a man as she understands it. Knowing is one thing, feeling the strange heat of him in her hand another. Again she wonders what it will feel like inside of her, how it could offer all that his low words promise. But god, his fingers...
Sweat is rising on her body. Each motion of his hand makes her twist, the torn part of her nightgown shifting and exposing one pale breast. It's difficult to concentrate on anything else, the rhythm of her hand on his cock stuttering. Nails bite into Flagg's flesh as her grip tightens, clinging to him with one arm as she rides the waves of euphoria flooding her body.]
How...
[She doesn't expect an answer, and anything else she may have said is cut off by a shuddering gasp as her body grips at his fingers.]
[ He feels her tighten around his fingers as she comes and that's enough of an invitation for him to withdraw his hand and reposition himself to better enter her (as much as it pains him to pull away from her grasp). He bends down to lick at her exposed nipple, his fingertips pressing into her shoulders as his cock slips inside of her.
It goes in easier than it looks like it should. Nadine's as wet as she possibly could be, but it is still a bit of a tight fit and he's not even all the way in. His length is pulsing with this strange, otherworldly heat and yet there's something cold about it, too. Less a physical cold than a spiritual one: if you lay with Randall Flagg, the Light turns its back on you for good.
But fuck it, who needs light anyway? Plenty of pleasure to be had writhing around here in the darkness. He grins, and estimates he's about halfway inside of her now. ]
[Dazed from the powerful orgasm, Nadine watches him with heavy lidded eyes as he shifts himself above her. Her legs are spread for him already, body as primed as possible and still there's a nervous flutter as she feels the head of his cock against her slick folds. Lying very still now her breath stalls as he enters her, one hand still clutching his back and the other grasping the bedding beneath her, whimpering in need and a hint of fear.
It doesn't hurt in the way she's always thought it would. There's a feeling of being almost uncomfortably filled, and she knows when he breeches that mysteriously important barrier of flesh and truly takes her virginity, but it's only a moment of increasing pressure and then it's gone. There's no great change in sensation, no great revelation, only that pleasant fullness and heat and something she can't put a name too.
Once more she's reminded of the otherness of him, that Randall Flagg is not an earthly man. But it doesn't matter, she doesn't care. She loves him and she's his and as unsettling and strange as he feels inside of her it feels good. Her body responds, muscles high up in her thighs twitching, hips shifting to accommodate him.]
[ A shadow falls over him, highlighting the contours of his face like a Rembrandt painting. His teeth gleam white, and his eyes burn like two hot coals. Mesmerizing and impossible to look away from as he pushes the rest of the way in.
He’s beyond the point of sweet-talking now, too mindless with his own pleasure to summon his usual wit. A few decades is nothing in his long lifetime but he’s still had to wait for his bride and he isn’t fond of waiting.
He stayed lodged in her for a few seconds before he starts to withdraw, and when he’s almost all the way out he slides back in, faster than the first time but still not too forceful. The telepathic link he’s made between them grows, filling Nadine with pleasure the human body on its own is too limited to experience. The human mind can comprehend it well enough but the physical form doesn’t have enough nerve ends and erogenous zones to reach these heights without a little help from the magic man.
He could give this sort of pleasure to anyone. He knows as much. But if she wasn’t to believe that they fit together perfectly, that he’s made for her and she’s made for him, that’s alright. He’ll let her. ]
[He's beautiful. Even with his otherness highlighted, he's beautiful and terrible and the blaze of his eyes is somehow as arousing as his hands or mouth on her. Nadine doesn't care about sweet talk right now, the sensations cascading through her body have taken precedence over anything and everything. Coherent thoughts are washed away as she arches in pleasure, breath ragged, body alive in a way it's never been before.
Her nails dig into him as her mouth opens in a soundless scream, the world disappearing to nothing but she and him entwined on the bed, nothing else mattering but the carnal act unfolding between them. She never imagined it would be like this, could be like this.
In the throws of passion Nadine's legs bend, heels pressing firm into the mattress and thighs gripping at Flagg, drawing him into her.]
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She just needed some time to get used to his presence, that was all. He knew he could be somewhat overwhelming. He could stroll into any dive bar in America back before the plague and have his pick of willing partners, but they were all far down the path of the Red before they met him. Nadine was different. Of course it would take some time. He waits for her to give him a sign before he initiates again and this time his advances are welcomed.
He kicks off his boots and throws his jacket to the ground, climbing on top of Nadine in bed with his shirt half-unbuttoned. He's not hard yet; he learned his lesson from last time and is making sure she can actually stand to touch his cock before he gets himself all worked up. ]
You alright? [ He leans down and kisses her on the neck, his teeth tearing through one of the straps on her nightgown. Good thing there plenty more nightgowns where that came from. ]
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But fantasies and imaginings and erotic stories weren't reality. Even meetings in some unnamed dreamspace weren't reality, only a facsimile of it. She hadn't expected it to feel so different, meeting him in the flesh of the waking world, how different it would feel from the fantasy. How was it possible for him to be both her closest and most intimate companion...and a stranger at the same time?
And part of it had been some strange, primal fear she couldn't quite tamp down. Also foolish, what reason had he ever given her to fear him? Further proven by his obvious displeasure but lack of pressing the matter. And that lingering fear faded, the powerful sense of him turning familiar. Appealing, even.
Now...now she simply wants him. She's waited long enough. Oh there's a certain nervous sort of kin to fear, but she supposes that's to be expected. She's a virgin, what dabbling in the sexual realm she's indulged in...lacking. But it's thrilling, in its way, as she waits for him in bed. The thrill only grows stronger as she watches him casually begin to undress. He's ridiculously handsome, to be quite honest. All chiseled angles and lean muscles. She can feel the strength of him as he joins her, his scent filling her senses as he covers her.]
Mmhmm.
[The brush of his beard and whisper of teeth against her skin sends a little shiver through her, and she reaches for him, hands on his shoulders to draw him to her rather than push him away.]
I want you.
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Nadine, Nadine, my queen. [ He speaks rhythmically as he fumbles with his heavy belt buckle, undoing it and pulling out his still-soft cock. There's something not quite right about it, whether it's the deep crimson head or the fact that just looking at it is enough to get a chill down your spine, but if you were in the mood for it it could be a blessing as much as a curse. ]
How bad d'you want me?
[ He bucks his hips forward a little, a not-so-subtle hint that if she wanted him she was going to have to get him going. ]
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The undoing of pants brings a sharp intake of breath from Nadine. There's a flutter to her heart that isn't desire but she pushes it away. That little voice of 'this isn't right' is ignored. Whatever happens in this bed between them is right because it's him and they're meant for one another.
Wetting her lips, she cautiously reaches for him. One hand stays clinging to his back but the other stretches curious, if hesitant, fingers toward his naked cock. It helps that he's not yet swollen and ready.]
Badly.
[Regardless of how light her initial touch is, fingertips just brushing along his length, she does want him, wants that long awaited joining of flesh.]
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Attagirl. [ Even when he's soft he's quite sizable; when he's erect he's downright intimidating (and obviously not entirely human, to boot), but he'll make sure she's nice and wet for him before he makes a move. He sticks one hand under her nightgown and strokes her, his slender fingers sending deep shockwaves of pleasure all through her body. A lot of people assume his magic's only good for causing pain and doing harm, but they couldn't be further from the truth. Pleasure's always been a better motivator than pain. ]
You like that?
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Nadine's body jumps, head thrown back, the sudden jolt of pleasure taking her by surprise. She grips him tightly, fingers flexing against his back as she cries out. She's never felt anything quite like that, even those few times she'd awkwardly touched herself alone in bed. It's like some sort of electricity through her, a current of sensation that makes her thighs twitch and her breasts ache pleasantly.
Arousal is a powerful thing. In the throes of pleasure, normal conventions fall away and what would be frightening or upsetting no longer seems so. Her fingers wrap around his cock, stroking him properly, exploring the hefty shaft with growing curiosity. If just his fingers feel like that...]
Yes. [The word comes out breathy and low and between heavy breaths. Her thighs open wider as her hips lift up into his touch.] Oh god yes. Please...
[She isn't even sure what she's asking for.]
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He moans, his thumb circling around her clit as he slides his index and middle finger inside of her, pleasantly surprised by how wet she already was. ]
This ain't nothing yet. Just a tease for what's to come. [ He's well aware that what he's describing as 'nothing' is likely more pleasure than she's ever had, but the anticipation is all part of the experience. ]
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Or maybe she is, compared to the man she's given herself to. What manner of things does a man like him even enjoy in bed? She's always known he isn't a normal man, possibly not even a man as she understands it. Knowing is one thing, feeling the strange heat of him in her hand another. Again she wonders what it will feel like inside of her, how it could offer all that his low words promise. But god, his fingers...
Sweat is rising on her body. Each motion of his hand makes her twist, the torn part of her nightgown shifting and exposing one pale breast. It's difficult to concentrate on anything else, the rhythm of her hand on his cock stuttering. Nails bite into Flagg's flesh as her grip tightens, clinging to him with one arm as she rides the waves of euphoria flooding her body.]
How...
[She doesn't expect an answer, and anything else she may have said is cut off by a shuddering gasp as her body grips at his fingers.]
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[ He feels her tighten around his fingers as she comes and that's enough of an invitation for him to withdraw his hand and reposition himself to better enter her (as much as it pains him to pull away from her grasp). He bends down to lick at her exposed nipple, his fingertips pressing into her shoulders as his cock slips inside of her.
It goes in easier than it looks like it should. Nadine's as wet as she possibly could be, but it is still a bit of a tight fit and he's not even all the way in. His length is pulsing with this strange, otherworldly heat and yet there's something cold about it, too. Less a physical cold than a spiritual one: if you lay with Randall Flagg, the Light turns its back on you for good.
But fuck it, who needs light anyway? Plenty of pleasure to be had writhing around here in the darkness. He grins, and estimates he's about halfway inside of her now. ]
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It doesn't hurt in the way she's always thought it would. There's a feeling of being almost uncomfortably filled, and she knows when he breeches that mysteriously important barrier of flesh and truly takes her virginity, but it's only a moment of increasing pressure and then it's gone. There's no great change in sensation, no great revelation, only that pleasant fullness and heat and something she can't put a name too.
Once more she's reminded of the otherness of him, that Randall Flagg is not an earthly man. But it doesn't matter, she doesn't care. She loves him and she's his and as unsettling and strange as he feels inside of her it feels good. Her body responds, muscles high up in her thighs twitching, hips shifting to accommodate him.]
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He’s beyond the point of sweet-talking now, too mindless with his own pleasure to summon his usual wit. A few decades is nothing in his long lifetime but he’s still had to wait for his bride and he isn’t fond of waiting.
He stayed lodged in her for a few seconds before he starts to withdraw, and when he’s almost all the way out he slides back in, faster than the first time but still not too forceful. The telepathic link he’s made between them grows, filling Nadine with pleasure the human body on its own is too limited to experience. The human mind can comprehend it well enough but the physical form doesn’t have enough nerve ends and erogenous zones to reach these heights without a little help from the magic man.
He could give this sort of pleasure to anyone. He knows as much. But if she wasn’t to believe that they fit together perfectly, that he’s made for her and she’s made for him, that’s alright. He’ll let her. ]
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Her nails dig into him as her mouth opens in a soundless scream, the world disappearing to nothing but she and him entwined on the bed, nothing else mattering but the carnal act unfolding between them. She never imagined it would be like this, could be like this.
In the throws of passion Nadine's legs bend, heels pressing firm into the mattress and thighs gripping at Flagg, drawing him into her.]