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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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.]