Building Trust & Power [AO, London, Closed]

Seraphina began to feel her body heaten as a whole, yet relax entirely by the time his hands found her waist. Her hips and lower back were smooth, yet wide enough to provide a definitive proof of the curves the woman had. The other more sensual curves were hidden, pressed against the man's bed or hidden by his very own bottoms she wore. When the man began to lower her bottoms, working on the remainder of her hips, she let out a sigh, the exhalation shaky and followed only by her burying her face back in the pillow for the duration.

He got up, allowing her body to rise ever so slightly from the pressure he had on to the bed, following his movements with his statement. Another request, though it seemed less of one and more of a statement. The man across from her definitely held the requirements to make a request into a demand, after all.

Seraphina waited until his eyes closed before moving up from the pillow sanctuary, swinging her legs around the edge of the bed and standing up. Her body trembled, her eyes fading briefly as she struggled to deal with the sudden movement after finding herself so relaxed. The loose clothing fell with ease, requiring only the slightest wiggling to get out of and leave her completely naked. She took a brief moment, looking at her bruised body, the wounds inflicted by her own reckless desire to complete her training as soon as she was able. Looking past that, she saw the very nature of her prior training and maturing. The muscles and toned physique, the wired strength within her arms, stomach and back, yet the feminine features of her breasts, her smooth, nearly flawless skin - though it remained a darker, disgusting canvas after that day - and her slender legs.

Then, she stared at the man, never once saying a word for him to turn around or open his eyes. She let her body remain bare as she crept back into the bed, taking shuddering breathes that seemed to become almost visible in front of her. Her skin lightened, the tan complexion becoming slightly redder all over. When she was completely horizontal, she moved her arms to cover her most private area, though she doubt it would have done much when his goal was to ease the leftover tension within her legs. She winced as her fingers brushed against the bruises, but kept her hand securely in the area.

"You can open your eyes now, amor."

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Erek noticed the shifting-- and the way her body was heating up under his hands, it was hard to miss when he was being so intimate with her. But he made no comment, instead, he shifted back calmly and waited as he heard the shift of clothing, assuming that she was changing back into the shirt and removing her bottoms again, he would wait patiently as he felt the shift of the bed as she got back on it, and settled down before commenting in a softer voice. His eyes slowly opened, before a slight blink of confusion was the response to her total nudity-- he knew that he hadn't told her she had to be nude.

In fact, she could have just rolled up her pants legs. So the sign here was quite obvious-- the issue was that he wasn't quite sure if he should act on it. A slow breath left his lips, and a soft smile formed on his lips, "I told you that you were gorgeous," he murmured to her simply-- one fact remained that he had learned over his years. No matter the situation, when a woman bared herself to you, you complimented her-- as long as the compliment was honest. With this, he wouldn't hide his sharp eyes trailing along her body-- before he would turn and face her entirely, the cream on his fingertips once more after a brief pause before he lifted her leg firmly as he rested her legs on either side of him, focusing on one leg for now.

His eyes briefly trailed to where her hands were valiant-- if only half-succeeding-- to hide from his gaze, but he didn't stare by any means. The woman was clearly flustered enough, and he wanted to make it clear that anything beyond this would be up to her-- not him. His fingers gently worked from her foot, and up her leg slowly-- tracing every muscle slowly as he worked his way up her calf, until he reached her thigh, his body leaning forward slightly with his work, which of course, placed his face within inches of her own once more.

For a brief moment, everything paused, his fingertips gently resting on her thigh-- inches from trailing just a bit too high, and his eyes calmly met her own, a single moment without a word-- a silent question, one that he was not intending for her to be pressured into. He hadn't even intended things to go this far, but she was responding to him and instead of treating it normally-- she was reacting in a way that made it quite clear one of two ways this would end.

"What do you want me to do, darlin'?" he would murmur, but despite the teasing nickname, his words were sincere-- it was a simple question. If she wanted things to stop here, then he would, he'd finish the massage and they could go to bed-- perhaps watch some TV while he read or something similar. If she wanted to go the other direction-- well-- how far that went as well, would be entirely up to her. He was being an adamant wall, not pushing her too far, nor letting her escape and avoid the situation entirely as he looked into her eyes patiently.

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Erek's gaze was predatory, as if the man himself was the King of the Jungle and she was nothing more than his prey. Perhaps it was how Seraphina viewed the man that decided how she felt about the situation, though her judgement and senses seemed to be overridden. A part of her, inherently subservient to the man within her life, craved for him to demand. For her own desires to become his as she fulfilled his wants or needs. Yet, a part of her knew her life was her own. Even his questions and statements sealed that idea within her mind. Seraphina was no ones woman.

"What do you want me to do, darlin'?"

His question sent chills down the very core of her body, his fingers delicately held at her thigh, the medicinal cream sinking into her pores and allowing her leg to come to a relaxing point. Her fingertips wiggled ever so slightly as the shivers finally met throughout her body, causing her to react by biting the corner of her bottom lip. Her amber eyes met his, the steely blue causing her to release her lip and open her mouth to respond, letting only a quiet whisper find its way through.

"Just... do what your doing, Erek." She wasn't sure what it was that he was exactly doing, her mind a misted mess. She wanted to sleep, her eyelids feeling heavy from the cream working its way around her to finally allow her to relax after hours of pain, but she was alive. Her emotions ran rampant, springing around and going wild like her reiryoku had done at the beginning of that afternoon. Yet, the only part of her that remained still, that refused to move, were her eyes. Her golden-brown eyes locked with his, refusing to leave his gaze until he began to move again.

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There was a battle going on in her mind-- he could tell, just from the way her body, eyes, the tone of her voice was all sending mixed signals. Desire, a want to go further, but also an insecurity-- it flowed off her reiryoku as easily as it did her body language. The problem was that none of it was dominant-- a swirling mess that was impossible to tell, probably because she, herself, didn't even know. Slowly, he released a breath as he considered her words-- she was, effectively, asking him to make the decision. Asking him to make the move-- normally, he'd have no issue doing that-- but the woman was a virgin-- of that, he no longer had any doubt.

He had mixed feelings know that-- her first time being with someone like him felt-- well, not wrong-- but like she could do better. He didn't find the idea of losing it in a fling odd-- he had after all, and so had many women he'd been with. But his instincts told him this was deeper than just some natural fear-- it was something deeper. But he couldn't imagine what it could be, and his gut was telling him to forget it-- and act on his instincts, they'd never led him wrong before.

Slowly, his jaw set as he contemplated that-- and instead, he decided to do exactly that. If she was unable to decide right now, then he would pressure her until she could come up with a decision. The inches between their faces closed until his lips hovered a hairsbreadth over her own-- his hand lifting from her thigh and instead pushing against the headboard of the bed. Completely trapping her with her legs on either side of his waist as his body moved forward, forcing her legs up so her weak attempt at hiding herself was completely over-ridden. His eyes burned firmly into her own, and the words were clear.

"Not until you ask for it," he murmured simply to her, before his lips slowly lowered-- not quite touching her own, and instead finding her throat, his teeth gently grazing her soft flesh-- his hand that had been on her thigh lifting and hooking around her, grasping her by the back of her thigh, giving her nowhere to escape-- but not actually making contact with her most sensitive of areas that decorated her body. He was going to get an answer out of her-- that's what his instincts were telling him to do-- and he always followed his gut.

It was why he was still alive after all this time.

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Seraphina watched him contemplate what to do, until his features seemed to twitch, setting his thoughts in motion as he began to move. One hand went to the headboard above her, his other hand gripped the back of her leg and keeping her securely in place. With his face so close, he could see her lips tremble as much as her hands and legs did, yet her eyes never faltered. They stayed locked with his, an unknown series of words being exchanged through the glances.

When he spoke, she felt her body finally tense, a quiet exhale leaving her lips as he lowered his own onto her neck. She shuddered before reaching up a hand slowly, following her own instincts. While Erek's felt natural, hers felt horribly the same, as if a reminder of how to 'properly act' right now. She continued to raise her hand, until it met the side of the man's neck, feeling his pulse against her thumb as she clasped her warm hand around his neck, reaching to the back of it and threading her fingers through his hair delicately.

The Spanish Quincy took a deep breath, smiling faintly before offering a sheepish laugh. "Y-You know, we're going to be here all night like this if you make me ask. I can't."

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Shuddering, quivering, but not resisting in the slightest-- she was barely responding to him even as his fingers gently dug into the soft flesh of her thigh-- even as he trapped her, and gently bit into her throat, lips closing over the spot as he marked her in a location anyone could see-- even with her dark skin. Her soft laugh and stuttering voice filled his ear as he slowly broke away-- before his head slowly tilted as he looked into her eyes once more, before the hand that had trapped her slid down from the headboard and instead slid into her hair.

Gathering it up in his fist, tugging it gently to force her to hold his gaze as his forehead gently pressed against her own, because this was something important that he had to say. "Then I'm going to make it clear, darlin'--" his lips stopped, hovering over hers before he finished his statement, "--Anytime you want me to stop doing anything, you tell me no-- do you understand me?" His tone was firm if she couldn't ask for it now when she clearly wanted it-- then giving her the power to refuse him when fear took her over was the next best thing. Giving her the ability to refuse him-- he knew submissive types, and he knew how to deal with them-- but every person was different, he had no reason to believe any method he chose would work.

He could only follow his instincts and hope he got through to the woman.

"If you don't say anything out of fear, and get angry or sad later-- I'm going to be extremely angry with you." He stated this firmly, looking into her eyes as he held her hair-- the fingers on the back of her thigh beginning to ghost upward, fingertips just barely caressing her until his hand wrapped firmly around her backside, squeezing just hard enough to give a slight flash of pain-- preparing to kiss her, to take her-- claim her, but not until he heard the words that clarified that she understood.

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Seraphina looked into his eyes as his hand descended, gripping her deep brown hair and keeping her focused, yet alerting her to his presence even more than already done. She bit her lip, fighting back the urge to cry out as her body shivered, pressing against his ever so slightly as his hand took to her hair. When he told her his request for their proceeding, she blinked, her amber eyes moving to the side before meeting his. Then came his mentioning of what would happen if she didn't say anything, if her body and voice refused to react out of instinct, and she frowned, her brow furrowing as she reached up with her other free hand to grip his forearm, her manicured nails digging slightly into his arm before loosening.

"Of course I understand, amor. Or would you prefer master, since you have me in bed now?" She smiled slightly, if only hidden by how tinted her face was with the heat she felt. She felt his body lower as his head came closer to kiss her, though she met the man halfway, her lips gracing his own as they held the interaction for what felt like an eternity to the younger Hispanic woman. To her, she felt everything through his lips. Desperation to be with him, the heat of their bodies, the carnal instinct practically beaten in her when she was younger to serve and please the man above her. In a world where he was Adam, she could have been his Eve. A part of his own body, subservient to his commands and desires, yet a tempting being and reckless in her own ways and manners. She could damn him if she fell far enough into the relationship with him, yet in the same breath, she could save him.

Or was she Lilith, the woman who refused Adam's demands and remained reliant on herself instead of bowing to the man above her?

She would know within the night.

When their kiss finally ended, when his lips left hers, she felt as if she survived years without a breath of air, taking in quiet, heated gasps of air and looking at Erek's beautiful blue eyes. The hand that was on his forearm moved to his cheek as she placed her head against his, gripping his neck tightly, afraid to let go of the man so soon. "This is normal... right? It's not too fast? Or weird?"

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"Whatever is most comfortable for you, for now," he replied softly before his lips found her own as she met him halfway-- the kiss was gentle, and held contact as his fingers remained in her hair, holding her close as he felt her nails gently dig into his skin, his eyes closing with her own as the moments ticked past. It had been months since he'd been with a woman-- perhaps that was why he was so concerned, he had a nasty habit of suppressing his desires, stress, and more-- and when he gained the opportunity to release them--

The kiss ended as she parted her lips from his own, looking into his eyes as she gasped for air and clung to him, breathing heavily, insecurity and excitement evident on her face as she gripped his arm before cupping his cheek instead. Briefly, he nuzzled his nose against her own, and her question made it that much more clear how inexperienced she really was. His voice was calm and gentle as he lifted her easily, scooping her up with his hand that squeezed the soft flesh behind her.

Lifting her into his lap, her thighs wrapped around his waist, his hand traveling up her spine slowly to rest on her hip, his other remaining in her hair, controlling her with it-- using it like a leash as he looked into her eyes.

"Normal is a very opinionated word-- but no, it's not weird-- it comes down to what you want. I lost mine like this." He shrugged, just slightly, before his face approached her once more-- and this time, his eyes glinted slightly, a wolfish smirk decorating his lips.

"Open your mouth," he murmured simply-- before leaning forward as his lips claimed her own, and this time so did his tongue-- invading her mouth, exploring it, claiming it as he pulled her close. A rising heat, hard and strong pulsing underneath her through his limited clothing, demanding attention-- yet he ignored it for now. Instead, his hand explored her soft skin, gently caressing her along her spine as he claimed her in the deep kiss-- holding her there for several long minutes as he enjoyed her scent, her taste. Then, it ended-- his fingers tugging her hair, making her arch as his teeth gently sank into her throat-- marking her dark skin gently, again, and again as his free hand slid beneath her. Cupping her wet heat-- a single fingertip teasing her as a soft growl formed from his chest, nuzzling against her jaw before he finally spoke.

"I told you I like to tease-- didn't I?" a playful smirk decorating his lips, before he lowered her-- aiming to lay her down on the bed so that he had better access to her for the next step, a predatory glint in his eyes-- like a cat playing with its food.

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"What a lucky woman that must've been," she sarcastically quipped, though the idea of Erek being a clueless virgin made her smile goofily. When his smirk revealed itself, his words slipped past those surprisingly soft lips and demanded her. Without hesitation, when his lips met hers, her mouth opened slightly, hand tightening around the back of his head and finding his own mop of hair. When her lips were invaded, she pressed her body against him, her bare legs wrapping tightly around his body, her other hand moving to his back and gripping what bare skin she could manage to hold onto.

Suddenly, Erek pulled her away, baring her bruised - now, in two ways - neck and leaving his 'Property of Erek Blackmore' mark on her throat once more, eliciting her first vocal reaction. A husky moan, her voice cracking as she let it escape her lips. When she felt his free hand become adventurous, she let her body react immediately as she buried her face against his chest. She was certainly welcoming to him, despite the altercations between the two, and her body seemed to savour the touch for the first time well enough.

"You did," she admitted as he moved her body with his, pressing her back to the bed sheets and turning her world horizontal once more. Above her, he resided, looking down at her like a beast to its meal. Swallowing what hesitance she felt, she took his hair tightly in her hand as she lifted her head to his ear, pressing her lips against his lobe and speaking in her native tongue, the words flowing like the absolutely sweetest wine. "Amor, Erek, touch me more. Please."

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Her soft, husky moan was music to his ears-- it fed the beast in him that was straining against its bindings-- months, of stress, or annoyances, of trying to act like the father for everyone he met. Of trying to fix a useless clan, of being disappointed by the clan itself and the failings that came with it-- over and over, it had piled up. He'd buried it deep each time, and now the beast inside him was baring its teeth, straining against those binds he had erected around it. It was her first time-- he wanted to be gentle, to spoil her, to gently tease her and give her something pleasant beyond all else.

The beast had something else in mind-- and when she reached up, desperately clinging to him as she begged him to touch her, voice like honey, lips like velvet against his skin-- the growl that formed from his chest in response was nearly inhuman. The bindings that had held the beast back snapped, and his desire, his stress-- all of it poured into torturing the poor girl. She wanted to be touched, to be pleased, and he fully intended to do just that-- his hand pinned her wrists above her head.

His teeth dug into soft flesh as his free hand explored her-- every curve, every muscle, every nerve-- caressing along the contours of her body with the skill that only came with experience. Pinching, cupping, and caressing-- he left not a single part of her unexplored as he attacked her most sensitive of areas without mercy. Even as she begged, even as she cried out, or moaned-- he gave her only more pleasure. Then, his hand was replaced by his lips-- and it escalated even further-- not a part of her body was left unmarked.

Even if she wore winter clothing it would be clear what had occurred, his markings decorated her skin even more clearly than the bruising from her training-- and it was every inch of her. Her shoulders and throat, down her breasts, and even lower still-- without mercy, he rewarded begging with simply more pleasant. His mouth torturing her most private of places, as minutes turned to hours-- and hours passed by as the clocks hands ticked, again, and again, teasing her-- torturing her with orgasmic bliss until she was barely responding. Only then, did he slowly kiss his way up her soft form-- licking his lips with wolfish delight as his teeth gently grazed her already covered throat.

It was the moment of truth-- whether she agreed, or asked for him to halt-- whether she retreated and acted with her own desires, or gave in-- and caved under whatever pressure it was that had caused all of this. His lips briefly found her own, and his words filled the darkness of the bedroom as his fingers released her now slightly bruised wrists, hawk-like blue eyes burning down into her own heavy amber orbs.

"What do you want, Sera?" he murmured to her, his voice surprisingly gentle for all his roughness-- the crest of his nose gently pressing against her own as he waited patiently, even as his own heat burned, pressing against the inside of her thigh-- clearly at his limit, clearly having been at that limit for a long time-- the beast roared, demanding he pin her down, choke her, claim her, ravage her till she knew only bliss without thought. But he reeled it back-- not this time.

This was something too precious for a monster of a man like him to simply pluck because he had the inkling to do so.

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As the hours passed, she saw a side of the man she couldn't have imagined. Someone so scarred, so stern and often stoic, someone who offered to train her so few days ago after he would speak with his family. A man who, that previous day, trained her to control her spiritual powers, ravaged her body with his hands and tongue. His teeth dug into her caramel flesh, tinting each area his lips met with a dark mark, a symbol of his passion and desire, a stamp of his claimed woman.

With each mark, with every touch, she felt herself whimper and moan, soft, sensual mewls escaping her lips every few seconds as he became the first man to adventure her body so thoroughly. Yet, it seemed the tip of her that was claimed. The entire being had yet to be touched.

"What do you want, Sera?"

His nickname for her, or so she thought, rang clear in her hazed head. She was stunned, twitching underneath the man, as he finally let go of her arms, allowing them to fall loose before covering her chest. Her fingers covered her bruised breasts, though they twitched as she felt the last remaining aftershocks of his taunting. She let out heavy, dry pants that were visible even now, her body covered with a sheen of sweat, though her thighs were coated with his saliva and her own wetness.

"I-I-I don't even know..." she finally gasped out, moving her legs to close, squeezing him briefly before she slid her left leg around, allowing him to be beside her as she lay sideways on the bed. "I k-know I said touch me, but holy fuck, Erek. I know I sa-said stop a few times." She was smiling nonetheless, her words stopped by her own stuttering and cracked voice. He made her beg, plead for mercy, for the sexual satisfaction she had no clue of, and she couldn't stand how he knew what to do.

Seraphina looked at the man with misted amber eyes, the orbs looking deep into the blue seas that he called eyes. He was hungry, hiding back some kind of force that she knew she had no chance against. She noticed it often during the last hours, hearing growls and grunts of absolute maddening desire and passion escape him while he spread her legs and touched her, hearing his deep murmurs when he bit her neck and listening closely to how close he was to ravaging her the few times his hands explored her deeper.

Turning her head to the side, she noticed the sun coming up from the horizon, dawn greeting the two like an unwelcome visitor. She ran a hand down her body, wincing at the various and uncountable bruises on her body before meeting his thigh, sliding her hand up to the hem of his pants curiously. Her fingers shook, trembling as she tugged at the hem of his light clothing, her eyes hooked to the guest that constantly pressed against her body during the night, yet never revealed itself despite what Erek may have craved from her now. She moved her hand from his pants, up to his scarred abdomen and moving forward to him.

The Hispanic woman kissed his wounds, tasting the twos bodies that were once together on her lips as she moved to get onto her knees, allowing her to meet him on eye-level. "I can tell you want to do things to me. Worse than these last few hours, amor." She avoided his gaze sheepishly, as if afraid to speak after unleashing a side of him that craved the attention and wanted to be released in more ways than one. "Do you think we can wait to go any further with me? I just don't want this to... this to be temporary."

She rested her hand on his chest, while her free one absentmindedly moved to his pants, her thumb hooking so she could tug at it freely. "I can still help that, but not in the way you probably want. I'm sorry, Erek."

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She was breathless-- squirming weakly as the sun's rays entered the room like a wisp-- and he marveled briefly at the way the light ignited her dark hair and caramel skin, her insecurity and stuttering were adorable-- and a slight smirk formed on his lips as she commented on her requests to get him to halt.

"Actually wanting me to, and begging me to, are two different things," he murmured simply in reply smugly, he clearly hadn't made the wrong call on that-- his fingers catching her chin, trailing a thumb slowly over her lips as she slowly recovered enough to shift to her knee's, her fingertips exploring his body as his eyes lids lowered slightly in reply. Slowly, his hand shifted, sliding into her hair as he held her by the back of her head-- her dark locks once more acting as a leash for him to hold her by.

Her lips kissed at old wounds, long ago forgotten and amended, gently nuzzling at him as she apologized-- but instead of being angry, he leaned down, his lips closing over the woman's own as his eyes slanted slightly in a mixture of arousal and happiness.

"I told you, didn't I? To tell me if you didn't want to do something--" his hand tugged her hair, and his lips ghosted over her own as his lips found her earlobe, "Good girl," he murmured into her ear-- obviously pleased that she had made the decision, even if it was as minor as it had been. Gently his nose brushed her jaw once more, before his body straightened fully, turning so he had rolled onto his back, sitting up against the pillows so that she could be on her knee's or lay down by him-- either was fine.

With that, his hand tugged her hair a final time-- bringing her head closer to him just as her fingers found his waistband to begin freeing him, she said she didn't want it to be temporary. Which meant-- well, he could think on that later. But he was fairly sure she'd re-think her desire to enter a relationship with him, of all people after she got to know him more. Still, if she was intending to sate him using another area of her anatomy-- he certainly wasn't going to refuse such an offer.

A final tug of her hair and an order was all that she was given-- "Take your time-- I'll help you so you know what to do," he murmured to her simply, gently caressing her head as that stiff heat strained against his pants, and her hand-- demanding attention that it had been neglected for hours as he patiently waited for her to begin.

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Seraphina looked into his eyes, as he accepted her desire to halt their progress at their foreplay. He seemed so... content with the idea, despite how far she allowed it to go. She kept her hand securely on his pants as he gave her a final command, her ears perking at the words. Time was what she had, since she had to recover, after all. Crawling between his feet, the woman looked up at him before pulling his pants down, and taking the time to learn from the man, to experiment with what worked and what seemed to drive him crazy just like he had done with her. While she wasn't nearly as time consuming as he was with her efforts, she made sure that his tension was eased, if only for the time being.

When the sun was well into the sky, some time around ten in the morning, the woman was finally asleep beside her companion. Her bruised and marked body rested comfortably, still bare, against his own bare body. Her leg wrapped around his own, her hand resting on his chest by her head as she listened to the calming sound of his heart, like a war drum beating during the calm before combat. Her breathing was shallow, but she was entirely safe, completely content.

It was a new day when she woke up, having slept the entire day away, but she woke to a better feeling of herself. Less tension in her body that she wasn't entirely aware of yet, a newfound education about what made Erek, well, happy sexually for the time being, and an awareness that, despite their night shared, she was progressing still.

Surely, her mother couldn't be disappointed that she took a detour in her mission.

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