Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_au, @ 2015-09-20 12:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Eve & Greed (Averey)
WHEN: The Priest & Eve AU
WHERE: 1600's Glutt's place
WHAT: Fake marriage is hard
WARNING: Unpleasant sex
Note: The log reads backwards
He did something then he hadn't since he found her in that isolation cell. He hugged her, laying his chin on the top of her head. Something had to have been possessing his body.
On Sep 17, 2015 11:28 PM, "Lucky L." <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She let out a shuddered breath of relief when he kissed the top of her head, "Thank you.." she said quietly and almost relaxed a bit. She wasn't like the other girls and she wasn't a machine. She could not keep at the brutal pace and roughness he was putting her throughh, "I'm sorry.." she said in her same soft voice, "I want to be a good wife but..." she she shook her head against the pillow, fresh tears coming to her eyes, she physically could not do this again right now, not for a few hours.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 8:23 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
He saw a tear wiggle it's way down the bridge of her nose and onto his hand which sat just under her chin. He couldn't fuck her like this, it would feel even worse than a limp fish. He thought about what Florentine had yelled at him, and he thought maybe this time he'd pass and give Eve what she begged for---rest. He leaned in and kissed the top of her head. She'd likely recoil from that too, but worse than her tears was having her so unhappy. He longed for that as much as finally getting to bed her. Now that he'd bed her, he wanted more out of her than he realized.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 10:50 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She didn't mean to tense at his kiss, she just.. she didn't mean to. He seemed angry and she was learning fast that she did not want to anger him. That fear in her eyes grew, swimming like a tadpole in her tears, "Please.." she begged him in a whisper, "Please give me a little time... I cannot bear it again so soon..." she wasn't denying him, she just needed to recover a little bit.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 7:46 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
Humans were so strange to him as people. They usually masqueraded with him as puppets that he used when he needed to. He didn't like the rejection she gave him again and again each time he got physical. Even a sweet, non-sexual kiss stirred fear in her and he couldn't take that. It was one thing to be this dirty, disgusting, abomination with the rest of the world.
Not to her.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 10:42 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She stared right back into his eyes and he didn't seem cruel or distant or cold right now.. which confused her even more. In this moment he seemed almost.. almost like the man she thought he was. She tensed when he did the small kiss, she wasn't used to him being tender anymore.. there was instant worry and fear in her eyes that he wanted to have sex again (since that seemed to be the only reason to kiss her anymore), she didn't think she'd survive doing it again right now..
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 7:38 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
Something cracked inside when she practically reached out with those big, watery eyes. She was practically swimming in her own lake. Feelings were staring him right in the face and he froze. He just got lost in that dark body of water that were her eyes. He didn't even blink, just looked for what felt like forever. It wasn't a soothing swim either, it was a turbulent one. He wasn't sure how to come to the surface. Whatever pain she showed him on her face nested itself into his brain. His insides were shaking and screaming at him. With one look she'd drawn and quartered him, and that in all honesty would have been better than being faced with something so real. Greed was so used to playing games, tampering with reality by shaking his big fat imaginary stick---he didn't know how to deal with this.
When he finally surfaced from the watery grave she'd pulled him into he leaned in with a feathery brush to her lips with his own. It was barely a kiss, but it was the tenderest touch he'd probably ever given her. It was just a feather on her skin. An apology he didn't realize he was making.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 10:31 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She took in a shaky snot filled breath, relieved and comforted by him saying he did and those words got her to open her eyes and look at him tentatively. They were big and filled with pain and just swimming with tears but she was looking at him.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 7:28 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
Love.
That was such a complicated word for him. He didn't understand it. He was curious about it. He'd been infatuated with her, got exactly what he wanted and still felt like something was missing. It was the reason he couldn't leave. She was still this beautiful little gem that he wanted to shine. He'd tarnished her and now was trying to rub it all away. So he lied.
Or so he assumed he was lying. The depths of Greed's greedness wasn't so sure he didn't believe it when he told her he did.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 9:41 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She wouldn't open her eyes, she could bear to see him but she wasn't cringing at his touch either, "Do you still love me.." she asked in a whisper as her face crumpled again and she pressed her lips in. Because it sure as hell didn't feel like he did.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 6:39 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
"No...." he just lost the high the moment he saw that she was a shrieking lamb. He brushed his finger over her nose, those bright blue eyes still curiously hoping she'd look at him again. She hadn't since the other day.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 9:10 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
When he lay down next to her, she lowered her gaze, unable to look in his eyes. She sniffled, "Are you displeased..." she had wanted to be a good wife and she felt like she was failing. More than that.. she felt like he didn't love her anymore. Maybe because she wasn't what he wanted.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 4:30 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
"But you do. I know you do. I broke your smile." She didn't even smile with her eyes anymore. He laid down beside her, mirroring her position so he could look her in the face.
On Sep 17, 2015 7:02 PM, "Lucky L." <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
He sounded.. kinda ridiculous but she wasn't flinching anymore, she just said, "I don't hate you..." in a small defeated voice. Because she didn't. She just never expected it to hurt so much and for him to not care.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 4:00 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
He stopped stroking her hair, but didnt move his hand away. "I didn't want to break you." And truly, Eve was so much more precious than that. Delicate. Tiny and he'd killed her. "Worse is you hate me."
On Sep 17, 2015 5:56 PM, "Lucky L." <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She wanted to tell him she'd stop but she couldn't, all she could do was continue her sniffling and said very very quietly, "It hurts.." so of course she was gonna cry.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 2:54 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
"I don't like it when you cry...." it sent off a radiation of emotions he didn't understand. He kept petting her hair as if she were nothing more than a sweet, baby kitten.
On Sep 17, 2015 3:38 PM, "Lucky L." <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
"Am I not allowed?" she asked quietly. She was in great pain in more ways than one and she couldn't stop her tears if she tried. She'd cried all day the day before and he didn't seem to be more than mildly annoyed by them.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 12:36 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
Gluttony encouraged his behavior. He didnt see anything beyond what Greed thought of himself. Greed pulled his hand back, clenching his fingers into a fist for a moment. She used to like him touching her face, wiping her tears which seemed to afflict him on a deeper level than he realized.
"You're crying." She cried like that in the isolated cell he pulled her out of. Now he made her cry as if he were just another iron cage.
On Sep 17, 2015 3:25 PM, "Lucky L." <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
He hadn't used influence on Eve so she wasn't clouded by his desires which might have helped but then how pure she was would have been tainted. She flinched again when he touched her cheek and she couldn't stop trembling even with the sheet on her, "Is it not done.." she asked in a whisper, not knowing why he wasn't leaving.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 12:20 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
He sat there for the longest time as she withdrew from him. Her body language wasn't like most girls who wanted him MORE. Or so the buzz of influence always made them hungry. Eve just lay there like the limp fish he didn't want. He didn't get up off the bed even though his heart kept pounding in his chest. It was so loud he couldn't hear himself breathing. What was going on?
She was trembling, crying and he felt that bitter rejection. He didn't know how to handle it. He pulled one of the sheets up over her. She looked so cold with her trembles. Then...with a cross look on his face touched her cheek where her tears just streamed down.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015, 3:08 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
Eve didn't want to look at him and as soon as he pulled out of her, she drew her legs up to her chest and turned to her side, back into a ball. She'd done her duty and now she just wanted to cry some more and be alone.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 12:04 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
He didnt get the warmth and love out of her that he would have gotten if he'd eased her onto this. Instead he'd gotten everything he wanted in excess before she knew how to handle it. He didn't want to admit that something still felt completely off balance. He was about to tell her it wasn't as heavy as last time, but when he pulled out of her and could look down at her face, she was avoiding him again. His gut clenched and he felt his heart race.
Was she still broken?
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015, 2:57 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
It was when he buried his face in her neck that he might feel the dampness.. and while you could mistake it for sweat, her body was still shaking from the ordeal and that dampness was actually tears that were streaming down her face and her neck, her eyes closed tightly still as she sniffled and her hands gripped the bedsheet because didn't want to touch him.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 11:53 AM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
He didn't ram her quite as quickly as before, but he didn't go slow either. She was still tight from being so tense, and yet Greed was the only one that got pleasure out of it. That pride of having something only he had had was what kept his head up in the clouds.
He was out of breath, sweaty from his own exertions. "God damn..." He breathed out, his face buried against her neck.
It wasn't that searing hot explosion like the first time because her hymen had already been broken but because Eve was dry and stiff and scared and tense... it was not pleasurable at all and it still hurt badly. She turned her face into the pillow and bit it, her screams muffled into it this time as she started crying. She couldn't understand why anyone would want to do this.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 10:29 AM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote:
He tried so hard to be a little slower, not quite so anxious, but his young self couldn't contain the burning need he had for her. He didn't wait, he couldn't. He just got caught up in his own selfishness, taking and taking whatever he wanted.
On Sep 17, 2015 12:50 PM, "Lucky L." <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She tried not to cringe when he took her clothes off but there were already tears in her eyes at the memory of the time before and what was going to happen. Her body was very stiff and aside from a few bruises still very beautiful. She could feel his desire build when he kissed her again, there wasnt an agenda now as much as a slow spiraling loss of control.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 9:46 AM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote:
Greed wasn't used to human emotions. Sins were built to destroy and in his case indulge. He had figured out that sometimes he had to pretend to get what he wanted, and when he was away from his siblings, on his own with her there was a bubble of feelings' It was why he wanted to taste her again. He usuallu didn't come back for seconds. He didn't just strip her down like an animal, but once he had her naked, invading her mouth he wanted more and he wanted more NOW.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015, 12:42 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She was still the sweetest peach despite how much she wasn't responding and like when she'd shared her peach before with him, he took one taste and wanted to devour the rest. He wasn't as rough as before in his actions but she could feel it. He wasn't thinking of her or being soft.. there was little emotion behind what he was doing and there was nothing for her to hold on to.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 8:35 AM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
He wasn't being as honest as that kiss had been. This was all to sate his own hunger and satisfaction. Despite her protest she tasted as sweet as ever. It wasn't long before he broke the wall and put his tongue in her moth, getting a deeper taste and met with more stiffness. If he just kept kissing maybe it would help?
On Sep 17, 2015 12:08 AM, "Lucky L." <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
His grip loosened but his touch still felt off. His tongue and lips weren't trying to gobble her whole and it was sort of like when he'd kissed her the first time... except it wasn't. This kiss while having the same actions as that former kiss felt more like an imitation of it, not the real thing.. just a pale echo and she couldn't bring herself to respond to it how he wanted her to.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 9:05 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
He loosened that grip he had, just holding her chin up, doing his best impersonation of a soft kiss. He'd done it before, she'd easily given in to him then. Maybe, just maybe it would prove fruitful this time too.
On Thu, Sep 17, 2015 at 12:00 AM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She didn't kiss him back but she didn't pull away. His kiss wasn't like he was trying to attack her like yesterday. She let him kiss her, too scared to stop it or respond.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 8:54 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
Her eyes were a haven of unknown things to him, just as his presented such a different face than the one she truly got. He'd falsely presented himself just as he'd falsely married her---and yet he was obtaining all the legal rights he thought he should have. He kissed her again, trying to be that tender little boy that he'd been to win her over. Trying to do as Glutt's wench had told him. It would work wouldn't it? That was if Eve could stomach kissing him back.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 11:49 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She didn't want to look at him, she didn't want to look in his blue eyes and have that freedom she used to see in them taken away. Let it at least live on in her memories, or her fantasies.. did she imagine it all? She shook her head as much as she could in his hand, "Please.. just do it." she said in a whispered beg of her own. He hadn't cared about her looking at him the day before, it wasnt part of the routine.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 8:46 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
Everything the Mother Superior had despised in him was the side that Eve was starting to see more and more of. He was such a sharp contrast to the sweeter little boy. This was the little boy that liked poking things with sticks and watching them squirm. He was very crudely learning the consequences of his actions and trying to figure out how things fit together. He knew very little when it came to humans other than what they could do for him. He wasn't used to seeing one show honest love and consideration.
Now it was hard to say if she'd ever share that with him again. He was trying to fix what he'd broken but he was fumbling. "Look at me...." he whispered this time almost begging her forcefully to oblige him. It would torture him and maybe that's what he wanted.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 11:40 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
He'd touched her face before and it used to be soft but this was almost as bad and hard as his brother. She was starting to tremble and she didn't look at him but she unclenched her eyes but kept her gaze lowered.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 8:38 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
He missed that smile of hers. He didn't really understand why it was such an important feature, but the need to see it was going from an occasional thought to quite frequently. He touched her face not unlike Glutt had, but trying to refrain from bruising her chin. His fingers weren't as fat, but they were just as strong. "Look at me?" he asked as a question, but his flimsy temper was starting to edge it's way into his voice.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 11:33 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
Her lips were pressed tightly together when his touched hers but then just as quick they were gone. She wanted to look at him but didn't dare, she just kept her eyes closed and wanted it over with.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 8:27 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
His lips finally reached hers and he pulled back. His nose was probably bigger than the rest of his face now. Glutt had clocked him pretty hard and he'd just laid for hours as nothing more than a foot stool. He seethed, angry at himself, angry at Glutt, angry at Eve, there was just a whole lot of things that had completely destroyed his little rouse as much as he'd destroyed her dreams.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 11:24 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
When he leaned in, she took the answer to be yes. Her entire body went rigid and she was holding her breath, her eyes squeezed tightly shut waiting for the moment of impact, bracing herself for it this time.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 8:19 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
He'd take it away if he could. That fear that he saw, but he didn't have that power. He wasn't gifted in that way, that's what the heaven folk were for. God denied him that right and for that Greed sought to take from others. He wasn't sure he knew where to start at fixing any of this. He was a brute and he was a horrible human being---and not even very human at that. At her question he just kind of stared at her with his head pounding like a brick beating against it. He leaned in to kiss her, but the moment his nose touched hers he felt that brick pounding a little harder against his brain. Maybe if he fished for sympathy she'd be a little less resilient?
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 11:10 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She stared at him with this big eyes, panic in hers and her mind racing, her chest falling up and down with her breathing. Oh God, did he want sex again? Was it that time already? She drew her legs up towards her chest, angling them away from him and she sputtered out, "Is.. it.. do you..." her mouth opening and closing for a moment before looking to the bed and then to the side, "Is it.. time again..?" she had married him. She had given vows to him. She'd do her wifely duty.. but dear god, she wasn't going to look forward to it.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 8:03 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
She'd have been better off staying away from him, but once he had her in his crosshairs, he was never going to have just left her to rot in that old church. It would have been such a waste as a nun, and now she was was no longer the pure, innocent creature she'd been before. He still gloated in that fact. HE had taken that from her and stolen it. No matter how bad he felt, the pride in that would never dissipate, because there was no getting it back. Greed had little experience with tenderness at this age. He was still very young in his evolution. Everything was so black and white. He was bad, he was evil, he was the devil. It was hard to see anything beyond just indulging in his own pleasure. It hadn't sunk in completely yet that other's pleasure only amplified his own, because at that point he'd only ever enjoyed the company of Lust and Glutt. Everyone else was just fodder for him to sink his teeth in. He was a vampire of people's sanity. He took away their own control because he had none.
When she jumped back he jumped a little, looking just as disheveled as she did. That paranoid rabbit was back and she looked ready to scream and wake the household. Those big brown eyes clasped onto his in terror. Now what did he do?
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 10:50 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
it was that swipe across her collarbone (and a bit too close to her assets) that made wake with a sharp intake of breath and a cringe like maybe she was gonna get hit. She scrambled to the side, not remember she was on the edge of the bed and nearly falling off.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 7:45 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
There was a nervousness there he didn't like. Waiting to see if she'd stir and scream in his already pounding eardrums. Just a week ago they were still at the church with him hiding under a priest's robes. She'd been his friend. Now he'd swindled her into a fraudulent marriage. He could run away right now but every time he caught those big brown eyes something in him burst. He was no husband and he was no friend, not in the way she'd imagined. She lived in a fantasy, and part of him wanted her to continue living in the fantasy.
He watched her bosom rise and fall with her breathing. Calm. Soft. He meant to keep his hand against her cheek, but he delighted himself by letting it graze her neck and down her collarbone.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 10:30 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
Eve had had such visions of married life, she wanted to be Greed's wife and please him and she had thought it would be more sweet kisses and him being tender.. and she had been devastated when she felt brutalized. She'd screamed in pain and he had just kept going and now this hell was her life. Exhaustion kept her sedated so that when he reached out again, she still didn't pull away. Not yet.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 7:26 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
Greed had good intentions, as good as could befit a child of hell. He was curious and that's where he was right now. His curiosity of what the other side had to offer. His lack of control however was where things got murky. If Eve managed to endure through it, they might both be surprised with what path they went down. Greed was worried that he'd already sucked her dry of any desire. He'd conquered his conquest, and this was what he was left to deal with. He reached out to brush her hair from her face, where he could see those tear stained cheeks. Why was that such an offensive image? It was, he quickly pulled his hand away. When she didn't stir, her breathing not frantic, he reached out again.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 10:06 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
She was like a kitten that had curled around itself for comfort and warmth and she still looked stressed but the fear was gone from her face in sleep. She hadn't wanted to sleep but yesterday had been the biggest day of her life and it had all been too much. Her body still hurt and she wished she would never wake up.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 6:50 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote:
When he tried to levitate himself off the bed he ended up losing his stomach. Luckily the pan on the side of the bed was safely nestled beside him. Glutt might as well have hammered him in the face. He stood up peeling himself out of the doublet. He didn't have the coordination to do much else other than stumble on his own feet, his skull felt like it had been cracked down the middle. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a blurry image but he didn't realize it was Eve until he sat back down on the bed and tried to focus. His little peach, that luxurious little peach was still there. How she'd be when she woke up was debatable. At least for right now he could see a the more sweet, peaceful girl that didn't despise the ground he walked on.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 9:33 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote:
Eve was more scared when Greed was out cold, she didn't know what Glutt or any of the others would do to her but luckily they left alone as if she wasn't even worth enough to try to hassle. She stayed next to Greed's body on the cold floor and then followed the servants when they tossed him on the bed. When he finally woke, she was sleeping on the bed too but on the other side, not touching. Her back was to him and she was clinging to the edge of the bed, curled up in a ball in the same dress from the feast. If his body was in pain now, maybe he could imagine what he'd put her through the day before.
On Wed, Sep 16, 2015 at 6:29 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote:
Greed had been out for nearly a day. His very loud and aggressive outburst at his brother's feast had landed him clocked out on the floor. He stayed on that floor through the rest of the night until some of the servants moved him upstairs out of the way. He went from being a floor ornament to just in the way. Glutt needed the space. The servants had just thrown him half-assed on the bed, in which he was covered in dirt, some wine and food. Greed hadn't meant to become part of the festivity quite in that way. He nearly choked on his own saliva when he finally came to. It felt like a brick wall had landed on his face. His whole body only harbored the same pain.