He'd forgotten about slicing her open. The small wounds are scabbed over, but there are faint traces of it dried and smeared across her back. The doctor pauses for a long moment, then finally slides in once more. His stamina, as he said, is rather excessive. Satisfied as he is, he can keep going.
But he licks his lips first, and leans down over her.]
It is a strange thing to fight so hard when you will have a thing you want, either way. I can have you until the dawn begins to break. But I would rather not leave you in pain.
[He dips his head down and laps at her cuts as he slowly thrusts into her once more, giving her a little more room to think about it. Consider how much she might like to lose. He can make it sweet for her.]
[She moans as he pushes into her, merciless and just a little sadistic both. His words only underscore it (and god, but if there isn't a rush of arousal at the words I can have you until the dawn begins to break, god). But though she finds herself ready to submit, something else gets her attention first.
His tongue slides over her. Not salaciously, but hungrily, and all at once she remembers he'd cut up her back. With surprising strength she surges up, catching his shoulder in her palm and shoving him back. His cock is still in her, thick and hot, and that's impossible to ignore, but she tries anyway.]
Don't-- don't--
We said no blood.
[Perhaps he doesn't care anymore, but she does. And maybe this isn't making love anymore, but that doesn't mean they have to remove all emotions from it.]
[Jonathan blinks at her, more surprised than anything else. Shame washes over him. He hadn't really been thinking about it, and a part of him just wants to pull away entirely, but his own desire to win against her is a powerful thing.]
Thank you.
[She'd stopped him, which he is grateful for, but it's still a measure of his weakness that he needed her to do it. Jonathan places his hands on either side of her waist and just focuses on thrusting, pushing her and himself toward the end of a final round.]
[Fuck, she'd been so bloody worried about the stupid blood she'd half forgotten-- Rosalind tenses up, her expression shifting, going from concerned to overwhelmed all in half a second.]
Fuck-- bloody hell, Jonathan, I submit, for god's sake, I give in, you win, stop fucking me--
[He pulls out immediately and rolls to the side so that he's sitting on the bed. Later, he'll consider that response is likely rude, but this has become less pleasurable and more a task at this point. The doctor does have the kindness in him to lay a hand on her thigh, though. For whatever that is worth.]
[She scoffs at his response. She might feel insulted on other nights, but honestly, she's too worn out to care. Slumping down (on her back, because there's no sense in tempting him with blood), she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, tries to take stock of herself.
Good god.
Everything aches. Everything aches, he's absolutely bruised her all over, her thighs, her cunt, her ass, his fingers and his mouth and the sheer repetition of his hips snapping forward and slamming into her. She's still dripping with arousal and come, sweat making her skin light up. Her hair sticks to the back of her neck, and she groans as she lets her legs stretch out, settling for the first time in god knows how long.
Ah . . . but perhaps some touches aren't so bad, she thinks, and turns towards him, pleased at his sweetness.]
[Jonathan's cock is still hard, but he's only a little sore, himself, and doesn't pay it much attention as he rises up. The benefits of an Ekon's physiology.]
It would, perhaps, be unwise for me to stay the whole night and day unless you have a place that sunlight will not reach. But I can stay a few more hours, if you'd like. There are still some of the finer points of your pill replication that I should like to examine.
[His mind turns back toward the original purpose of his coming here as he steps into the bathroom and dampens a washcloth to bring out to her. Jonathan leans over Rosalind and wipes her brow and cheeks before pressing it into her hand to go and fetch a bowl along with a cup for her to drink from.]
[But all right. That's probably easier, honestly; as much as she misses having a man in her bed, god knows they're not the best at getting along, and she'd hate to spoil things.
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Date: 2019-02-16 07:38 pm (UTC)From:Blood.
He'd forgotten about slicing her open. The small wounds are scabbed over, but there are faint traces of it dried and smeared across her back. The doctor pauses for a long moment, then finally slides in once more. His stamina, as he said, is rather excessive. Satisfied as he is, he can keep going.
But he licks his lips first, and leans down over her.]
It is a strange thing to fight so hard when you will have a thing you want, either way. I can have you until the dawn begins to break. But I would rather not leave you in pain.
[He dips his head down and laps at her cuts as he slowly thrusts into her once more, giving her a little more room to think about it. Consider how much she might like to lose. He can make it sweet for her.]
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Date: 2019-02-16 08:04 pm (UTC)From:His tongue slides over her. Not salaciously, but hungrily, and all at once she remembers he'd cut up her back. With surprising strength she surges up, catching his shoulder in her palm and shoving him back. His cock is still in her, thick and hot, and that's impossible to ignore, but she tries anyway.]
Don't-- don't--
We said no blood.
[Perhaps he doesn't care anymore, but she does. And maybe this isn't making love anymore, but that doesn't mean they have to remove all emotions from it.]
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Date: 2019-02-17 06:56 pm (UTC)From:Thank you.
[She'd stopped him, which he is grateful for, but it's still a measure of his weakness that he needed her to do it. Jonathan places his hands on either side of her waist and just focuses on thrusting, pushing her and himself toward the end of a final round.]
No blood.
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Date: 2019-02-17 09:37 pm (UTC)From:[Fuck, she'd been so bloody worried about the stupid blood she'd half forgotten-- Rosalind tenses up, her expression shifting, going from concerned to overwhelmed all in half a second.]
Fuck-- bloody hell, Jonathan, I submit, for god's sake, I give in, you win, stop fucking me--
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Date: 2019-02-17 09:43 pm (UTC)From:[He pulls out immediately and rolls to the side so that he's sitting on the bed. Later, he'll consider that response is likely rude, but this has become less pleasurable and more a task at this point. The doctor does have the kindness in him to lay a hand on her thigh, though. For whatever that is worth.]
Shall I fetch some water for you?
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Date: 2019-02-17 09:48 pm (UTC)From:Good god.
Everything aches. Everything aches, he's absolutely bruised her all over, her thighs, her cunt, her ass, his fingers and his mouth and the sheer repetition of his hips snapping forward and slamming into her. She's still dripping with arousal and come, sweat making her skin light up. Her hair sticks to the back of her neck, and she groans as she lets her legs stretch out, settling for the first time in god knows how long.
Ah . . . but perhaps some touches aren't so bad, she thinks, and turns towards him, pleased at his sweetness.]
Nn. Yes, please. And a washcloth.
[She opens her eyes a little, staring at him.]
Are you staying?
[She wouldn't mind.]
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Date: 2019-02-17 09:56 pm (UTC)From:It would, perhaps, be unwise for me to stay the whole night and day unless you have a place that sunlight will not reach. But I can stay a few more hours, if you'd like. There are still some of the finer points of your pill replication that I should like to examine.
[His mind turns back toward the original purpose of his coming here as he steps into the bathroom and dampens a washcloth to bring out to her. Jonathan leans over Rosalind and wipes her brow and cheeks before pressing it into her hand to go and fetch a bowl along with a cup for her to drink from.]
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Date: 2019-02-17 10:02 pm (UTC)From:[But all right. That's probably easier, honestly; as much as she misses having a man in her bed, god knows they're not the best at getting along, and she'd hate to spoil things.
This is enough. This is more than enough.]