[That, Nadine believes. He's had opportunity to kill her already and he hasn't.
Mad as it is, she's inclined to believe most of what he's said is true. That he doesn't mean her any harm, that he has...an interest in her. There's no doubting he's as dangerous as she's been told, but maybe not to her.
She stays where she is a moment, watching him, weighing her options. She's been close to him before but there's an implication in this invitation. It sparks a blossom of fear deep in the pit of her, born predominantly of inexperience. Nadine's life hasn't had much room for men, never had any suitors, and never dared step out of line to dally with anyone. That sort of thing is frowned upon for unmarried women. It's something she'd accepted wasn't a part of her life, resigned herself to spinsterhood.]
I've never....
[She trails off, embarrassed, looking down as she shuffles a few steps closer.]
[Nadine's insistence to herself that she's too old for idle fantasy doesn't mean she's never had any. But not once, in all of her wildest or darkest imaginings, had this particular scenario ever occurred to her.
There's that little thrill of excitement again. A primal tug that draws her to him. She shouldn't. She knows she shouldn't, but it's just another little thing in a rapidly growing list of 'shouldn'ts'.
So what if she did? Is it really any more of a risk than any she's already taken? And she's curious. Would he be rough and harsh? Surprisingly gentle? Those teeth... but that's part of the appeal. The idea of this cruel, ruthless nightmare of a man wanting her...being sweet to her...
Nadine's eyes dart to the door once again, as though reassuring herself it's closed and there's no activity beyond. They've likely forgotten she's even in here. Another few steps closer.]
I shouldn't stay much longer.
[Another shouldn't. It's only a token protest, though, to assure herself that she did protest. She hesitated and didn't throw herself at him like some easily bought goodtime girl.
But she goes to him. Cautious and vaguely horrified with herself, she reaches for his extended hand.]
[ She's not wrong. Coming to him is probably the worst choice she could make right now. Once she lets him in like this, she's his. There's no turning back. God himself would not forgive this little roll in the hay if she was weeping at his feet.
But hey, who needs salvation? The damned have more fun. He pulls her towards his chest, pressing her close to him so she can feel his size. His strength. This is the man who shook the world, who makes other men run screaming in terror, and now he's holding her close to his chest, running his clawed fingers gently through her hair. ]
Would you take my muzzle off, dear? You can put it back on when you go.
The size of him is almost overwhelming. Nadine finds herself flush against him, enveloped entirely. She trembles against him, hands against his chest, and feels the strength going out of her. What is she doing? What's the matter with her?
It probably doesn't matter, the whys. Not when she's here, in his embrace, when she's reaching up with pale and shaking hands to unclasp the muzzle that shield's Flagg's mouth. That great and terrible mouth....
Reality hits her as her fingertips touch the metal and leather of the muzzle. There's no going back now. Maybe there never was. Nadine feels like a woman in a trance as she works the straps to remove it and let it fall to the floor.]
[ He grins as the muzzle comes off, his sharp teeth bright white in the dark dungeon. He presses his mouth against her neck, brushing the tips of his fangs against her soft skin. A lot growl forms in his throat, and he has to hold himself back from taking a bite.
Soon, he reminds himself, soon I'll have someone to sink my teeth into, but not this one.
He runs his long tongue along her collarbone, savoring the taste. ]
Put your legs up over my shoulders. [ He says, giving her a hand so she can climb up on him and he can stick his head under her dress. ] Don't worry, I'll hold you up. You just focus on you.
[Nadine shudders at the first touch of his mouth against her. She'd thought maybe he'd kiss her but somehow this is more intimate. She can feel the hint of his teeth, those wicked long teeth, and the touch of them doesn't frighten her as much as it should. It barely frightens her at all.
Nothing has prepared her for this. No scandalous dreams, not even her own furtive self explorations compared to the heat and weakness Flagg's mouth draws up in her. Her hands clutch at him as her breath goes out of her and the world feels like it's spinning. She barely comprehends what he tells her, looking at him in wonder and confusion as she struggles to offer some sort of response.
Nothing comes, and it feels as though time blinks - one moment staring up at him, the next settling herself awkwardly on his shoulders. There's a tightness in the pit of her stomach that pulses and aches, desires that have been repressed for decades springing to life. This is wrong, this is perverse, whatever he has in mind is sinful and shameful but she doesn't want to stop him.]
[ He tears through her underwear with his teeth, just a little something to remember him by. No one on the outside will be looking up her skirt to make sure she didn't fuck him, but she'll know. She'll feel the tattered remains of her undergarments brushing against her legs on the way home and will then have to decide whether to throw them out or keep some reminder of him tucked away deep, so she can pleasure herself with the memory. ] Try not to be too loud, my dear. You might get caught.
[ He snakes his tongue inside of her, feeling his way around a little before moving up to her clit and working his magic, gentle and warm and oh so skilled. ]
[Nadine goes tense, biting her lower lip fiercely to keep from crying out. One hand grips one of the heavy chains running down to his bonds and the other presses against her mouth to stifle any sounds. She'd known, of course, what was coming, but knowing and experiencing it are entirely different.]
[Already she feels warm all over, heat spiraling out from her loins and coursing through her body, pulsing with every motion of his tongue. Her breasts ache and she can feel her palms growing slick with sweat. And her thighs slick with something else entirely.]
[She doesn't understand why he's doing this - this particular act, she assumes he has the wants and needs of any male - but now isn't the time to wonder at it. As his mouth works over her she gasps and jerks, eyes squeezed shut and legs gripping at him tightly. Is this what she's been missing all of this time?]
[ He pays attention to her movements, to every little noise she makes, every time she tenses up. Unlike a lot of lovers out there, only in it for their own pleasure, he wants something else. He wants to be memorable, wants her to know that she'll never get anything this good with anyone else ever again.
So, when something makes her gasp or toss her head back or bite down on her lip so she doesn't shout, he repeats that motion and incorporates it into his little routine. And when he can tell she's getting close: ]
Come for me, my dear. Enjoy this moment. It's yours. [ As if it's his words that have pushed her over the edge and allowed her to experience this moment. ]
[Ina way, Nadine does need the permission to lose herself. A part of her has remained resistant even as she writhes on top of him. In her youth she'd been taught shame - shame for her body, its wants, the idea of taking pleasure. Good girls didn't do that.]
[Nadine doesn't think she's a good girl anymore.]
[It doesn't take her long to reach that edge. With so little experience her body is easy to manipulate and tease to the heights of pleasure, even if a part of her mind rebelled against it all. It felt good, better than she'd ever imagined something could feel, and Flagg's words flip some switch inside of her.]
[She's allowed this. It may be wrong and she may regret it later but she can seize a fragment of pleasure in her unremarkable little life. What resistance she'd maintained shattered, her body arching with one hand still gripping the chain and the heel of the other wedged between her teeth so tightly she feels the skin protest. It doesn't matter. That wave of pleasure is cresting and overpowering her and all thought, rational or otherwise, is pushed from her mind as she finds her peak.]
[ He withdraws, sliding her off his shoulders and holding her limply in his arms like a ragdoll. She may as well be, with how small she is compared to him. His cock is half-hard and throbbing for attention, but he knows she can't stay here for too long without someone running in to check on her.
He's gotten used to getting himself off, anyway. He lets her hand brush against its crotch just so she can get a feel for its size, maybe get some anticipation for next time. ]
Free me, Nadine. And I'll make you my Queen.
[ He licks his lips. He knows she thinks she can't free him, but now that he's gotten into her mind a little more, now that she wants him...they can figure something out, he's sure. ]
[All her senses haven't returned, legs trembling and heart racing and body flooded with a host of unfamiliar feelings that leave Nadine reeling. And still there's the awe at his size, how impossibly tiny she feels in his embrace and how impossibly big he is. How impossibly big all of him apparently is.]
I...
[Her voice is soft and slow, of two minds. The word 'can't' dies in her throat, strangled by some stronger impulse.]
It wouldn't be easy.
[How can she even entertain the thought? But on the other hand...how could she not? Whatever he is, Flagg isn't what she'd imagined. Or maybe just convinced herself he was, she doesn't know. Nothing seems particularly certain right now. Here and now, in the circle of his arms, the ghost of his touch on her skin, it seems almost natural that of course she should try to free him.]
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Mad as it is, she's inclined to believe most of what he's said is true. That he doesn't mean her any harm, that he has...an interest in her. There's no doubting he's as dangerous as she's been told, but maybe not to her.
She stays where she is a moment, watching him, weighing her options. She's been close to him before but there's an implication in this invitation. It sparks a blossom of fear deep in the pit of her, born predominantly of inexperience. Nadine's life hasn't had much room for men, never had any suitors, and never dared step out of line to dally with anyone. That sort of thing is frowned upon for unmarried women. It's something she'd accepted wasn't a part of her life, resigned herself to spinsterhood.]
I've never....
[She trails off, embarrassed, looking down as she shuffles a few steps closer.]
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[ He beckons her closer, kicking his lips.
He's not sure how far he'll go with her this time, but goddamn if his crotch isn't stirring already. ]
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There's that little thrill of excitement again. A primal tug that draws her to him. She shouldn't. She knows she shouldn't, but it's just another little thing in a rapidly growing list of 'shouldn'ts'.
So what if she did? Is it really any more of a risk than any she's already taken? And she's curious. Would he be rough and harsh? Surprisingly gentle? Those teeth... but that's part of the appeal. The idea of this cruel, ruthless nightmare of a man wanting her...being sweet to her...
Nadine's eyes dart to the door once again, as though reassuring herself it's closed and there's no activity beyond. They've likely forgotten she's even in here. Another few steps closer.]
I shouldn't stay much longer.
[Another shouldn't. It's only a token protest, though, to assure herself that she did protest. She hesitated and didn't throw herself at him like some easily bought goodtime girl.
But she goes to him. Cautious and vaguely horrified with herself, she reaches for his extended hand.]
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[ She's not wrong. Coming to him is probably the worst choice she could make right now. Once she lets him in like this, she's his. There's no turning back. God himself would not forgive this little roll in the hay if she was weeping at his feet.
But hey, who needs salvation? The damned have more fun. He pulls her towards his chest, pressing her close to him so she can feel his size. His strength. This is the man who shook the world, who makes other men run screaming in terror, and now he's holding her close to his chest, running his clawed fingers gently through her hair. ]
Would you take my muzzle off, dear? You can put it back on when you go.
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The size of him is almost overwhelming. Nadine finds herself flush against him, enveloped entirely. She trembles against him, hands against his chest, and feels the strength going out of her. What is she doing? What's the matter with her?
It probably doesn't matter, the whys. Not when she's here, in his embrace, when she's reaching up with pale and shaking hands to unclasp the muzzle that shield's Flagg's mouth. That great and terrible mouth....
Reality hits her as her fingertips touch the metal and leather of the muzzle. There's no going back now. Maybe there never was. Nadine feels like a woman in a trance as she works the straps to remove it and let it fall to the floor.]
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Soon, he reminds himself, soon I'll have someone to sink my teeth into, but not this one.
He runs his long tongue along her collarbone, savoring the taste. ]
Put your legs up over my shoulders. [ He says, giving her a hand so she can climb up on him and he can stick his head under her dress. ] Don't worry, I'll hold you up. You just focus on you.
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Nothing has prepared her for this. No scandalous dreams, not even her own furtive self explorations compared to the heat and weakness Flagg's mouth draws up in her. Her hands clutch at him as her breath goes out of her and the world feels like it's spinning. She barely comprehends what he tells her, looking at him in wonder and confusion as she struggles to offer some sort of response.
Nothing comes, and it feels as though time blinks - one moment staring up at him, the next settling herself awkwardly on his shoulders. There's a tightness in the pit of her stomach that pulses and aches, desires that have been repressed for decades springing to life. This is wrong, this is perverse, whatever he has in mind is sinful and shameful but she doesn't want to stop him.]
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[ He snakes his tongue inside of her, feeling his way around a little before moving up to her clit and working his magic, gentle and warm and oh so skilled. ]
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[Nadine goes tense, biting her lower lip fiercely to keep from crying out. One hand grips one of the heavy chains running down to his bonds and the other presses against her mouth to stifle any sounds. She'd known, of course, what was coming, but knowing and experiencing it are entirely different.]
[Already she feels warm all over, heat spiraling out from her loins and coursing through her body, pulsing with every motion of his tongue. Her breasts ache and she can feel her palms growing slick with sweat. And her thighs slick with something else entirely.]
[She doesn't understand why he's doing this - this particular act, she assumes he has the wants and needs of any male - but now isn't the time to wonder at it. As his mouth works over her she gasps and jerks, eyes squeezed shut and legs gripping at him tightly. Is this what she's been missing all of this time?]
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So, when something makes her gasp or toss her head back or bite down on her lip so she doesn't shout, he repeats that motion and incorporates it into his little routine. And when he can tell she's getting close: ]
Come for me, my dear. Enjoy this moment. It's yours. [ As if it's his words that have pushed her over the edge and allowed her to experience this moment. ]
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[Nadine doesn't think she's a good girl anymore.]
[It doesn't take her long to reach that edge. With so little experience her body is easy to manipulate and tease to the heights of pleasure, even if a part of her mind rebelled against it all. It felt good, better than she'd ever imagined something could feel, and Flagg's words flip some switch inside of her.]
[She's allowed this. It may be wrong and she may regret it later but she can seize a fragment of pleasure in her unremarkable little life. What resistance she'd maintained shattered, her body arching with one hand still gripping the chain and the heel of the other wedged between her teeth so tightly she feels the skin protest. It doesn't matter. That wave of pleasure is cresting and overpowering her and all thought, rational or otherwise, is pushed from her mind as she finds her peak.]
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He's gotten used to getting himself off, anyway. He lets her hand brush against its crotch just so she can get a feel for its size, maybe get some anticipation for next time. ]
Free me, Nadine. And I'll make you my Queen.
[ He licks his lips. He knows she thinks she can't free him, but now that he's gotten into her mind a little more, now that she wants him...they can figure something out, he's sure. ]
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I...
[Her voice is soft and slow, of two minds. The word 'can't' dies in her throat, strangled by some stronger impulse.]
It wouldn't be easy.
[How can she even entertain the thought? But on the other hand...how could she not? Whatever he is, Flagg isn't what she'd imagined. Or maybe just convinced herself he was, she doesn't know. Nothing seems particularly certain right now. Here and now, in the circle of his arms, the ghost of his touch on her skin, it seems almost natural that of course she should try to free him.]