biomagnetic (biomagnetic) wrote in helladjacent, @ 2017-05-23 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !jumps: victorian london, character: erik lehnsherr, character: judith grimes |
Who: Erik and Judith
What: Defiling the guest bedroom and horrifying the hosts
When:Wednesday evening
Where: The Renton estate
Warnings: NSFW. Mature content. So-loud-they-may-as-well-be-public displays of affection
Status: Complete
Wicked was the first word that came to just about every member of the Renton household’s mind when they looked at Judith, and Erik had to agree. The dress she had changed into after dinner had him itching to get his hands on her. He might have tried at the dinner table, except the layers and layers of fabric made it pointless. The only consolation he had was the steel boning in her corset which hugged her torso tightly that, when he wanted to, he could reach out and feel the slim lines of her body.
It only became more difficult when they shared drinks after dinner, including something he hadn’t had in eons- absinthe. It burned through his blood and made him feel warm, making his thoughts hazy around the edges, and making it increasingly difficult for him to keep his hands away from Judith’s waist, or the smooth line of her neck.
When they all finally retired to their rooms for the night, Erik felt wound tightly enough to burst. There was something intoxicating about how little was proper in this era, and his actual intoxication had his mind focusing more singularly on one thing: getting Judith out of her dress. Wisely, the servants were all too intimidated to offer to help, but it didn’t matter.
As soon as the door was shut behind them, and they had privacy, he had his hands on her waist, his grip so tight it seemed like he might be tempted to rip her corset off. Before she could say anything, he pushed her up against the closed door, kissing her with the built up heat of a day of constantly keeping his hands to himself.
Jesus’s hint of what was going around the household help only became clearer as the night progressed through its rigid structure and procedural etiquette; Judith was more than aware of the difference between looks they had for her versus the other company, and the more uncomfortable they appeared, the more entertainment for her. Eliot was predictably distracted, but throughout the night, Erik’s involvement in the apparent cloud of suspicion and actual fear that showed in the eyes of every maid and footman all the way up to Renton himself is what truly drove her deepened smirks and intense stares.
She chose her words during the evening, few as they may be, to encourage the discord and Erik’s heated looks and stolen touches. When the pungent and sugary absinthe had been presented, the drawn-out power trip that had been this entire day emboldened her sense of adventure, and it didn’t disappoint. Before long, her blood felt like warm oil laced with its own magic, perhaps blurring the line between the game and her own thoughts just enough to make them dark.
It all seemed to come to a head when the door to their gifted, lavish bedroom closed and Erik’s fingers became like extra steel bones in her corset, and his kiss against the door -audibly jarred by the force- all chipped away at the last of her ‘proper’ restraint.
She yielded to his enthusiasm, melting into the kiss with a sound of intoxicated approval warm in her chest, then slid her hands from his shoulders- tense beneath the starched shirt and fine vest, to affectionately- then firmly hold him in place by warm fingers on each side of his jaw. She kissed him more, but slower, deeper, then grinned against his lips in the same, sultry manner.
Erik tilted his head so he could grasp her lower lip between his teeth, tugging on it briefly before he let go. He slid his hands up along the front of her torso, feeling the steel like ripples under his hands, and grazing his fingers over her breasts when they paused at the top of her corset.
“Mrs. Lehnsherr,” he practically purred against her lips. “I do believe you’ve thoroughly terrified our hosts.” He sounded entirely too enthusiastic about that.
He slid his hands back down along her torso, and as he did, the hook closures in the front all came apart at once, releasing her from the corset, which he sent flying over onto a chair in the room. Then his hands were on her again, finding the smooth contours of her body that had been laced into tight undergarments all day.
No matter how often she'd known the way his hands roamed and gripped when they were together, Judith was unprepared for how good his touch felt on her after being dulled and constrained within that corset for far too long. His voice in that dark silk growl only added to the effect, bringing out the not-entirely-playful wickedness in her absinthe-laced ideas. She grinned and hummed in the oily candlelight, still feeling his teeth on her lip with the same vivid clarity as his hands feeling her out through black lace and satin; she dragged her hands over his vest up to undo the buttoned collar.
“Now what would give you that idea,” Judith coaxed her 'husband’ in a dark purr as she opened his shirt one button at a time. Though her breaths were already coming a little faster, she savored every slow and deliberate bit of him she revealed, but still watched Erik's lips and fierce eyes like an addict.
Erik chuckled, dragging his lips down over jaw and neck. He paused with a smile when he grazed over her choker, which unfastened itself, and drifted over to lay on the vanity table. The touch of his hands was firm, greedy, and wanting, smoothing over breasts to squeeze them, before sliding back down her front and around her waist to her back. Her skirts got in the way of his hands when he slid them further down, and he growled as he gathered them in his fists, tempted to just tear them off.
“Lord Renton thinks you need to be tamed,” he breathed, his voice ragged, his heart pounding in his ears. He paused for half a second with his lips at the crook of her neck and shoulder, smirking as he dragged his teeth over her skin, biting down hard enough to sting, but not to hurt. He sucked hard for a few seconds, then relented and brushed his lips over the small bruise left by his handiwork.
The deep breath she pulled in through her mouth, wrought by Erik’s teeth and bruising kiss, was laced with a back-heated chuckle thanks to what he’d whispered. Her hands had also temporarily paused in undoing his shirt, instead curling into the material with tense fists; being bitten incurred complicated responses for Judith- especially when intoxicated. He couldn’t see her eyes in that moment, but they flashed a little dangerous.
As it passed, she took that tension out on the last three unfortunate buttons of his shirt by simply pulling it apart; then, leaving it hanging open, she planted stiff fingertips on his abdomen and slowly pushed him back- unpinning herself from the door and putting a small, but significant amount of space between them.
“He told you that?” she murmured in dark, fluid amusement as she stepped out of the voluminous skirts and peeled herself out of the tight black lace chemise that’d been beneath the corset, pointedly shedding clothing on her way toward the huge bed- each step feeling a little lubricated by the absinthe in her blood, and racing heart. Bare save for her loose braid and the black bow that held it in place when she put a knee on the bedding, Judith paused and pointedly watched Erik with a grin that flashed teeth. “-and what did you say?”
Erik took two steps back when he was pushed, his hands falling from her waist even as they twitched to hold her again. The absinthe took away the slightly more conservative side of him that usually kept some semblance of control in his expression. His eyes were dark when they met hers, and even his usually pale skin was starting to flush just slightly around his cheeks and across his chest. He nodded slowly, and his eyes left hers shamelessly to watch her remove the layers of clothing, until the last of the lace came away and exposed every inch of her. He didn’t meet her eyes again until he caught her grin, and for a second, he didn’t register that she’d asked him a question.
Finally, he walked forward, shedding his shirt and vest and letting them fall to the ground. When he came up behind her, he dragged his fingertips from the back of her thigh, and up over the curve of her ass, bringing his other hand to circle loosely around the base of her throat as he leaned in with his lips near her ear.
“That he should watch himself before speaking about my wife,” he said, breathy and low, and then he smirked as he nipped the shell of her ear. “But that he was more than welcome to suggest that to you.”
She saw it in the subtle difference in his expression and whole demeanor: the effects on him from the absinthe, reactions to her, and the entire day over- there was a rawness in his eyes she knew would frighten people, especially the primitive fucks they were currently surrounded by. Even more so, she felt it in the way he touched her and the low-groan of metal in his voice so close to her ear; she’d felt it from him before, and it pulled at complicated, powerful things in her gut.
At this point, there was no concern for taking their game too far. Judith flushed her head and shoulders back against his chest, craning her chin gently just for the way it emphasized the weight of his fingers on her throat. Her eyes were languidly closed, and her wicked smile remained.
“He’s probably having us watched-” she said low, her palms behind her, dragging down the sides of his hips and thighs. “I would- if I were him.”
Erik’s hand tightened slightly around her throat, just enough to do more than only rest there, his thumb rubbing slowly over her skin. He kissed her jaw and the side of her neck as she craned her chin, and his hand slid from her ass over the side and then inside of her thigh.
Teasing her was one of his favorite things to do, but there was nothing teasing about his fingers when they slipped between the folds of her sex, stroking back and forth a few times to feel how slick she already was, before they focused on either side of her slit and rubbed in slow, even, unrelenting circles.
“You would love that, wouldn’t you?” he whispered into her ear, his arm tight over her chest as he held her back against him, his erection pressing against her ass where he held her against his hips. “You’re hoping he is.” His chuckle ghosted over her ear and rumbled against her back. “You love the way you’ve been being watched all day.”
The lines of her throat tightened as she tracked the drag of his fingers between her legs, his voice in the background like its own dark spell. Still, she wore an unabashed, full-on grin as her fists curled into his trouser material and a groan pushed through her teeth.
He wasn’t wrong- and what’s more, he knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt, and prodded her with that intimate knowledge for the same reasons he so gently, but pointedly held her by the throat and rubbed her in a way that forced her hips against his hand. And she loved it.
“I’m not the only one-” she breathed unevenly, her voice saturated with what he was doing to her.
Erik hummed as she shifted against him, and he remained unrelenting, his hand moving from her throat to her jaw so he could angle her head the right way to kiss her, deep and wanting. He didn’t want to let go of her yet, his own needs pushed to the background for the moment because feeling her underneath his hands was intoxicating on its own.
Finally, he dropped his hand from her jaw so he could get his trousers down enough so he could get them down the rest of the way moving his legs. Then he was on her again, pulling her back against his chest and dragging lips, teeth, and tongue over her shoulder.
“I could have taken you at the dinner table,” he murmured, so low it was practically a growl.
As he slid his pants out of the way, she slid her other knee up to the bed so she was balanced on them, well parted. Erik’s hands had always fascinated Judith, even before she’d allowed him to place them on her body. His touch was targeted. He knew exactly where to put his fingers, how hard or soft to thread wire through her veins that tightened hot in her inner thighs and lower belly. He knew how to turn her breaths into moans, then whines and strangled cries, and this time was no different.
“I know-” she panted toward the bed canopy with its deep reds and jewel toned velvet, silk ropes tying everything in decorative drapes. Her thighs burned and her toes curled, her hips twitching towards his hand to demand more and more. “I was… waiting ..for it…”
Erik’s breath was hot against her skin, his fingers pressing hard enough to leave faint red lines where he pressed his fingertips in. They dragged over her hip, before letting go so he could align himself with her entrance, pressing his hips forward and sinking into her with a low, ragged moan that he didn’t bother quieting for the sake of modesty.
His arm wrapped around her torso again, his hand splayed over her chest. The rhythm of his movements was as steady and unrelenting as the constant circling of his fingers. If Judith needed to be tamed, this was the only way he knew how to do anything close to that, and even then, it felt more like freeing a wild animal than taming a beast.
She’d started by savoring the opening of each button on his shirt, wanting to drag everything out until both of them fell apart a few times over- now, holding her firm on his targeted touch and deep rolling thrusts sent Judith to the very pitched edge. With one hand anchored on his wrist with a grip so tight it left marks and the other braced on her own thigh, she gasped and whined until her voice caught rough in her throat shaped around his name. Her hips bucked back as she fell forward on the bed braced by an elbow, the bend in her spine deep and slick with a subtle sheen.
The angle was different, but just as perfect; it brought her back a shade from the edge but the ache was a high itself. She braced down on both forearms and tossed her hair to one side and out of the way; it splayed and stuck to the deepened inward bow of her spine, still rolling back against Erik’s hips and hand, all to the time of shameless, breathy moans. She was completely consumed by him, especially when she happened to catch the combined image of the pair of them in the large vanity looking glass on the other side of the room.
Erik placed his hand on Judith’s lower back, the heat radiating off of her slick skin like fire under his palm. He curled his fingers against her skin, his breaths punctuated by short moans that were mostly wordless, but now and then formed her name with varying degrees of success. His eyes practically burned into her, tracing over the curve of her back, to the flush in her cheeks and where her eyes locked on the mirror across the room.
His eyes locked on hers in the glass, and darkened with the smirk that tugged the corner of his lips to one side. He slid his hand up along her spine, bringing one foot up onto the bed so he could lean over her more, his eyes still focused on hers in the mirror when his hand found the dip between her shoulderblades.
“Look at you,” he breathed, and groaned, giving a hard thrust to draw another noise from her. “You… are wicked,” he ground out, rolling his hips tightly against hers.
Judith’s blood was already rolling fire, pooling in places like the slick friction beneath his hand between her legs, and the small of her back- especially when he grazed it with his familiar, work-rough hand. It was like he’d hit a new switch, the way her lips fell apart and her eyes briefly closed in a deep, uneven gasp. That breath ground out as a low moan, then one more sharp from the snap of his hips.
His words, however, were what did her in. Caged in his eyes in the reflection, his dangerous smile and heady voice reached deep inside and squeezed, like her fists squeezed the thick bedspread. Seconds passed, her breaths pitched and her eyes feral until her body tightened and cut off the air to her moans; she couldn’t keep her eyes open, her whines locked in her chest until it slammed her like lightning, and her voice spilled from quivering lips in short, strangled cries that undoubtably penetrated the walls of the room.
Erik’s thrusts became more erratic, losing their steady rhythm as the noises she made increased in volume, pitch, and frequency. He kept his eyes locked on her even when her eyes closed, and it was everything- the image, the way her cries rang in his ears, and how taboo he knew the whole thing was- that tightened his gut, sending him over the edge, and made him moan out, deep and ragged.
He braced himself on the bed with the hand from between her legs, leaning on that and one knee on the bed, his other hand still on her back as he tried to get his breath back. His head was spinning just enough to make it difficult to focus, but eventually, he brought his hand to her hip to squeeze it. His fingers flexed against her hipbone, and he carefully slid out of her so that he could lay back on the bed, his breathing still heavy, his eyes dark and hazy and half-closed. The absinthe made him feel light headed, like all of the blood had left his head- or maybe that was Judith. It was hard to say.
Once she felt him slide away from her, Judith let herself succumb to gravity, leaning forward so her belly and folded arms, still tingling and weak from the euphoria. Her legs didn’t work, and any attempt at actual thought was hot and fuzzy around the edges, but as satisfied as she was, she still watched him to her side with lust-drunk eyes and a deeper hunger than simply physical.
“You know I’m not done with you,” she breathed his way, the over-warm grin audible in her voice. She rolled to her side, facing Erik with her head pillowed by one of her folded arms. The other reached across the short distance, and traced his hairline with gentle fingertips.
Erik’s eyes only opened when he felt her fingers in his hair, and he turned his head towards her, smiling at her satisfied grin. Earlier, he’d described her as wicked, but now, and on more than one occasion previously, the only word that came to mind was insatiable.
“Good,” he said, and rolled onto his side so he could wrap his arm around her middle and pull her in close. “I’m not done with you, either.”