He responds to those kisses like a drowning man being given a line of oxygen. He never expected a picnic, of all events, to fill him with such terror and fear for his future. But right now, all he can think about is how hungry he is for River's body. He needs her. More than that, right now he needs to be the one in control.
"If you have any idea what getting punched in the nose while wearing a plug feels like, then you know I've got every reason to make this worth it for both of us." With a low growl, he suddenly seizes her wrists and flips them around until she's the one pressed to the wall. His lips brush the tips of her ears as he whispers, "I'll make sure you save enough of your voice to talk later."
River hits the wall with a soft cry, relishing the way her breasts press against it; just hard enough to hurt, but oddly comforting in its own way. This is how he wants to be about it, huh...
She's into it. The elf's ass grinds against Erik as much as she's able to make it, his inhuman strength hard for her to contest unless she's permitted to. It's something she's known about Erik, and it's so very thrilling.
"Going to bite me, my lord?" River teases. "Bite me and then fuck the liquid back in?"
He can hear the thrill in her pulse, feel it in the way she grinds on him, in the scent that wafts up from the friction. She wants this. He wants this. He held back today, harder than he's ever had to--No more.
He transfers both her wrists to one hand so he can grab a fistful of her fiery hair and yank her head back from the roots until her throat is exposed. "I'll put more in than I take out." He doesn't give her even a moment to respond before he plunges his teeth into her, both top and bottom sets of fangs closing hard enough for it to hurt.
He's careful to miss the arteries. He wants to taste her flesh pinched in his jaws, not risk her bleeding out from it. But that also means he isn't being too careful not to let the blood spill past his lips to paint down the side of her neck and onto her breasts. He can lick her clean later. He intends to.
River cries out when her hair is pulled, and again, higher, sweeter, when those teeth sink in. She tenses at first, almost fighting, and then relaxes into the pain and pleasure, relishing the sticky heat that makes her shirt cling to her breasts and reminds her that she's alive, alive, just enough pain to give her that thrill -
Her hands scrabble against the wall, and she pushes back against Erik, encouraging him to press her harder, to assert control.
A rumble of pleasure vibrates his chest against her back where he crushes her into the wall, never letting up the pressure of his jaws, drinking in her sweet cries as he feels them leave her throat.
His hand creeps around from her hair, slender fingers pressing over her mouth as he finally releases the bite in favor of whispering, "We're saving our voice for later, remember?" But just to give her a real challenge, he thrusts his hips into her, grinding hard knowing that plug is there, knowing she'll feel it.
Oh, River thinks, he is in a mood. I'm going to fuckin' die.
Die happy, but die.
She makes a muffled sound against his hand, probably something provocative, but that thrust shuts her up, snaps her head back with a strangled sound. Her heart is racing even as the bite in her neck continues to leak blood. Finally, she nods against his hand. She can be a good girl.
Now his hand slithers down to her chest, roughly fondling her on his way lower. He finds the latch in her trousers and flicks it open with a motion like contempt. Nothing so trivial will stand in his way.
"The way you kissed me on our way out, like you were claiming me for all to see," he rumbles as his hand slips her pants down and away from her ass, "I'm going to return that feeling to you now. I'm going to claim you as mine, always."
She wants to reply, to assert that she was claiming him, but we're saving our voice, aren't we? She trusts Erik to lick the wound before she gets anything more than pleasantly dizzy, but the feeling of the blood leaking out still adds a delicious edge of threat to his assertiveness that has River's skin crackling with thrill. Still, she has to say something, anything...
He does lick the wound, dragging his tongue up from her shoulder to just behind her ear, leaving long streaks on the side of her neck. On his way back down he purposefully pierces his tongue and laps at the bite marks, closing them at last. Don't want her to get dizzy from that before he's had a chance to fuck her into oblivion.
With the bleeding now stemmed, his full attention is on her lower half. His fingers close around the plug she's wearing, but he doesn't remove it yet. Instead, he wiggles it gently, letting her feel it move inside her. All the while he murmurs close to her ear, "Hmmm, I'm not sure I'm convinced yet. Whine harder. Let me hear just how much you need me."
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Post-Potluck Fuck, one might say
"If you have any idea what getting punched in the nose while wearing a plug feels like, then you know I've got every reason to make this worth it for both of us." With a low growl, he suddenly seizes her wrists and flips them around until she's the one pressed to the wall. His lips brush the tips of her ears as he whispers, "I'll make sure you save enough of your voice to talk later."
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She's into it. The elf's ass grinds against Erik as much as she's able to make it, his inhuman strength hard for her to contest unless she's permitted to. It's something she's known about Erik, and it's so very thrilling.
"Going to bite me, my lord?" River teases. "Bite me and then fuck the liquid back in?"
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He transfers both her wrists to one hand so he can grab a fistful of her fiery hair and yank her head back from the roots until her throat is exposed. "I'll put more in than I take out." He doesn't give her even a moment to respond before he plunges his teeth into her, both top and bottom sets of fangs closing hard enough for it to hurt.
He's careful to miss the arteries. He wants to taste her flesh pinched in his jaws, not risk her bleeding out from it. But that also means he isn't being too careful not to let the blood spill past his lips to paint down the side of her neck and onto her breasts. He can lick her clean later. He intends to.
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Her hands scrabble against the wall, and she pushes back against Erik, encouraging him to press her harder, to assert control.
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His hand creeps around from her hair, slender fingers pressing over her mouth as he finally releases the bite in favor of whispering, "We're saving our voice for later, remember?" But just to give her a real challenge, he thrusts his hips into her, grinding hard knowing that plug is there, knowing she'll feel it.
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Die happy, but die.
She makes a muffled sound against his hand, probably something provocative, but that thrust shuts her up, snaps her head back with a strangled sound. Her heart is racing even as the bite in her neck continues to leak blood. Finally, she nods against his hand. She can be a good girl.
She can be his good girl.
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Now his hand slithers down to her chest, roughly fondling her on his way lower. He finds the latch in her trousers and flicks it open with a motion like contempt. Nothing so trivial will stand in his way.
"The way you kissed me on our way out, like you were claiming me for all to see," he rumbles as his hand slips her pants down and away from her ass, "I'm going to return that feeling to you now. I'm going to claim you as mine, always."
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She wants to reply, to assert that she was claiming him, but we're saving our voice, aren't we? She trusts Erik to lick the wound before she gets anything more than pleasantly dizzy, but the feeling of the blood leaking out still adds a delicious edge of threat to his assertiveness that has River's skin crackling with thrill. Still, she has to say something, anything...
River settles on a needy whine.
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With the bleeding now stemmed, his full attention is on her lower half. His fingers close around the plug she's wearing, but he doesn't remove it yet. Instead, he wiggles it gently, letting her feel it move inside her. All the while he murmurs close to her ear, "Hmmm, I'm not sure I'm convinced yet. Whine harder. Let me hear just how much you need me."