The Trade | By : sandyl666 Category: +1 through F > Coraline Views: 11933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4 |
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Disclaimer: Coraline and its characters and plot belong to Neil Gaiman, and some bits to Henry Selick... I haven't written a normal-ish disclaimer in a while. Feels weird.
Chapter 10: Realisation
Coraline woke up groaning, her body ached like a female dog.
Maybe I shouldn't have spent the night on the floor... She thought idly, before realising she had been clothed. She looked at the yellow dress he'd put on her in wonder, and slight disgust. She'd never gotten used to wearing dresses. Not as an everyday outfit anyway. Kate was the one who always dressed up. Coraline never bothered, not seeing the point.
And why is it see-through? She wondered in shock, stretching the material over her thigh, only to find she could see her usual pale skin through the flimsy material.
Pulling her attention from the sheer dress she was wearing reluctantly she scanned her surroundings, surprised to find that she was in her own room, on her own bed.
Instead of making her feel flattered or grateful that he'd bothered to carry her to her room, she cursed the effort. She knew there was no way in hell he'd done it because he loved her.
You know I love you.
No. No I don't! Coraline threw the nearest pillow she could find against the door in frustration. It hit the wooden slab with a mellow thud. Why did he do it then? She knew if she asked him that question he'd avoid it, give her an excuse like 'I wanted to keep you warm, for our baby,'
She dropped her head back down against the mattress, surrendering. Why did she even care so much about what the Beldam thought of her? Whether he cared for her?
She didn't want to know the answer.
The Beldam didn't want to know the answer.
Jealous? Him? The magically superior creature who'd killed more than Coraline would ever know? She thought he stopped at only three children?
He smirked, making a soft sound of amusement. Those last three were his leftovers, the smallest trace of souls that he had yet to consume. Even now he grieved over the fact that he had not been given the opportunity to finish them off. Especially that Lovat girl.
It was just a bonus that she was related to Wybie.
The egg he'd been holding shattered in his hand, the egg shells falling into the pan with whatever viscous liquid could escape his enraged grip.
The more he thought of the young man, the more intense his anger seemed to become. He wished he had left Wybie out of their deal, then he'd be free to destroy the boy.
He cleaned his hand off as he heard Coraline descend down the stairs.
"Good morning Coraline dearest," he said lovingly, unable to help the approving look on his face when he saw her in the dress he had created. He knew she would look good in the floaty material. And he couldn't wait to tear it off her. Not to mention, of course, the fact that the low collar of the dress completely exposed her relatively fresh love bites, displaying the marks he'd put on her.
She sat down, staring at him halfway suspicious, halfway weary. She was tired of his strange mood-swings, and weird actions.
"Is that your method of dealing with issues? Sweeping them under the rug?" she asked.
"Of course not," he removed the apron and sat opposite her. "Sometimes I eat them too,"
She rolled her eyes.
"You know, for someone who talks about eating things so often I don't see you eating very often,"
"Oh, Coraline." he chuckled, as if she'd cracked some hilarious joke. "I can wait nine months. I wouldn't want you to run back to your little hunchbacked friend while I was hunting,"
She stiffened, instantly on guard. "No. Of course we wouldn't," She sighed, pushing food around her plate. The eggs he'd fried for her, she cut into small little pieces, making them seem like scrambled eggs.
"Not hungry, love?"
She sighed, placed a spoonful of the scrambled eggs on a piece of toast, then bit into the bread and eggs, chewed for a moment before swallowing with much difficulty. She reached for her glass of water, washing down the food.
The Beldam watched her silently, smiling proudly at her effort to eat. It was patronising, and slightly degrading to Coraline. She wasn't that stupid that eating would be such a huge achievement.
"So," she said, trying to distract him from her lack of appetite. "Why the dress? You got something against shorts?"
"After our little... tryst, I've begun to understand the inconvenience of removing shorts from a woman," he simply said.
"...Does this mean you're not going o give me any more shorts?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean, Coraline,"
Coraline fell silent as she took another bite of her food. Something gnawed at her as she watched the Beldam tapped his fingers, one by one, against the table.
He stared at her, and she stared at back.
"Yes, Coraline?" he prompted, correctly interpreting her curious stare.
"Why do you want to love something so badly?"
He was taken aback - he did not expect her bluntness and curiosity. Then again, she was Coraline. Tact was not her strong point. He quickly summoned back his patronising smile, trying not to let her see the effect her question had on him.
"Coraline, do you know what love is?"
"Of course," What a weird question. Of course she did. She grew up in a nuclear family. Her parents might not have been the freest of people, but they were always around. And they did make an effort to make her feel loved. And in return, she couldn't help but love them back. Then, of course, there was Wybie. And Kate. Definitely Kate. "Don't you?"
"Not quite," he replied simply.
"Oh..." she said, frowning. What was with all the 'You know I love you's if the Beldam didn't even understand love?
"The closest I've come to is you, dearest," he said, reading her thoughts from the expression on her face. "But is that love? I don't know,"
For a long moment, Coraline remained silent, staring out the window at the fake blue sky and fake white clouds, lose in thought. The Beldam copied her, looking out the window, admiring his handiwork. "Love, huh?" she said finally. He gazed at her curiously. "Love... is really weird. I mean, it can mean comfort and security," She thought of Charlie and Mel and the warmness they could emit when they bothered. Her mind then automatically conjured up a picture of Wybie's warm smile, as it often did when she heard the word love. "And yet it can make you feel insecure and self-conscious. And hurt you like crazy,"
He said nothing but his expression darkened. He didn't need a triple digit IQ to know that she was talking about her dark-skinned best friend.
"Hmm," he agreed. "That's why we should just stick with lust, shouldn't we?"
She whipped her head around quickly to look back at him, eyes wide and mouth agape at what he had just implied. "What?"
Before she knew what was happening she was seated on the kitchen counter, as he pressed his mouth roughly against hers. One hand had slipped beneath her dress and pushed the strip of cloth that covered her crotch to the side, not even bothering to remove her panties.
All the Beldam could think of was how badly he'd wanted to touch her since he'd clothed her in that dress. He ran a finger across her slit. She shuddered and he grinned. He loved the way she shuddered as her body was being pleasured, or reaching the peak of pleasure. He slipped two fingers into her. She gasped against his mouth as he began pumping them in and out roughly, wanting badly to feel her shudder and tremble in her orgasmic throes.
With his other hand he first groped her breasts through her dress, before grabbing onto one of her own smaller hands which had been gripping her shoulder roughly and placing it on his chest. She got the message. Through forced control she unbuckled his pants, but just barely, as he was pushing his fingers in and out of her with such force that her whole body shook. Or maybe that was just preparation for her incoming climax. The slacks he wore hooked onto his hips, stuck there with his boxers, just low enough to expose his rigid member, swollen with need.
He placed her hand on his manhood as they paused their kissing for breath, closing her hand around it. He then ran her fist up and down his cock, his own fingers within her slowing down to match the rhythm of the strokes.
He released her hand and she continued the motion, alternating between long and slow strokes as well as short and hard pumps. Her tempo started to fasten as he matched his thrusts to her pumps. Soon they were both moving their hands as quickly as they could as both approached their climax.
Giddy with lust and the pleasure saturating her body, Coraline tugged on his shirt roughly, pulling him towards her and closing her mouth over his. His own fingers paused in surprise at her actions, before he obliged, pushing her further against the counter and thrusting his fingers up into her mercilessly, scissoring them within her.
She arched against him as she finally lost it, and came. As she did she screamed into his mouth and gripped him tightly as her body tensed up. His shocked grunt was muffled against her mouth as her tiny fingers closed around his sensitive member, setting off his own orgasm. Thick, white liquid erupted from the tip of his dick, splattering against the girl it was aimed right at. Coraline jolted in surprise and broke the kiss as hot semen sprayed against her new dress, at the area of her chest and cleavage. When he had finally shot off his full load the entire region of her midriff was coated in his seed, causing the top of her breasts visible at the low collar of the dress to glisten in the afternoon light.
"Guess that's it, huh?" she stared at her chest with distaste, making a face at the sticky liquid that started to seep through her dress and the hot wet sensation pressing against her nipples. She stared at his sex organ curiously, studying it's deflated state. She hadn't really been paying attention when it had started to soften, lost in her own little land of pleasure.
"I don't quite think so," he said as he took a look at her and her semen-covered state, swallowing when he felt his equivalent of a heart burst into a sprint.
It was the last straw for him when Coraline innocently swiped a finger of her other hand over the white coated tip, then bringing it to her nose and sniffing it. She made a face of disgust, before her pink tongue darted out and licked it gingerly. Her face screwed up. "Gross," she commented, then yelped when he started to grow in her hand, hardening and swelling up.
She started to release him but he closed his hand over hers, keeping her there, gripping his growing shaft. He moved his hand up and down his dick, with Coraline forced to follow him as her tiny hand remain clasped beneath his, trying to relive some of the agony of his intense arousal.
He stopped, abruptly, and released her hand. She made a disgusted face at the added cum all over her palm.
He struggled to maintain control and not tackle her to the ground. Slowly, with much forced patience and some frustrated grunts he manoeuvred himself towards his target, aiming for the direct pathway to her womb and inseminating her.
She leaned her head back against the hot glass of the window, expecting him to thrust into her suddenly and roughly, entering her completely. She frowned when she felt him push against her slightly, slipping into her easily but slowly. He was staring straight at her as he entered her in an agonisingly, torturous, prolonged thrust. Then suddenly - he pulled out completely.
She moaned and begged, even going so far as to squirm, her body searching for his thick, stiff shaft. He grinned at her desperation and pressed the tip of his dick against her clit. She froze, stifling her moan by biting on her lower lip. The Beldam watched her white teeth scrape against those luscious lips, hypnotised as she made muffled, wanton sounds. He brought his hand to her mouth, traces of his cum evident in his palm.
"Lick it," he told her. She scrunched up her face in disgust. He thrust forward against her clit. She jolted like she'd been shot. Hesitantly, she removed her teeth from her lower lip as opened her mouth slightly. Then her pink tongue sneaked out slowly from its safe hideaway and made contact with his hand. She dragged it across his palm. He drew a shaky breath.
Holding his wrist so that she could hold him in place, slowly, unaware of the erotic scene she was presenting, licked his hand completely clean, taking extra care with his fingers. When she was almost done, he lost it completely and shoved himself completely within her.
He groaned as she quenched the burning arousal he'd intentionally held off, allowing it to grow and blaze. It was all worth it for that single moment as her walls closed in against him, nearly as tight as the day he'd first entered her.
He drilled himself in and out of her, holding onto her hips as he humped against her at a brutal pace, as fast as he could manage. He knew he wouldn't last long. Especially when she started matching his rhythm, arching into him and forcing him deeper within her.
Surprisingly, she came before he did, deeply aroused from having been forced to wait with no relief whatsoever. The taste of his seed wasn't a total turn-on, but the sound of his heavy, accelerated panting had more than made up for that.
She screamed, and grabbed fistfuls of his hair. If it hurt him he didn't say anything, or maybe he just didn't notice as he only lasted a thrust or two before spilling everything he'd managed to produce in his balls, literally flooding her womb as he shook from the most intense orgasm he'd had - quite a feat considering the last few days he'd had.
A whole minute later and he was still cumming.
"Bel," she said after a moment, absent-mindedly addressing him by the short version of his name. "You don't pee, do you?"
"No, I don't," he brushed a few blue strands of hair that was strewn onto her face, stuck there by the sweat and light traces of his cum.
"Oh. Just making sure," He lifted an eyebrow at her, but didn't comment on what she was suggesting.
The white clumps of seed trickled from inside her, struggling as they got past the shaft that they'd been pumped out of and pooling on the counter, falling onto the floor as they spread even further.
Coraline pressed her cheek against his chest. The aches from the day before that she'd forgotten temporarily - lost in her desperate need to relive the tension in her lower body - returned slowly but surely. Something occurred to her as she relaxed against him. "You know, lust is a type of love too," she said.
He took a moment to reply as what she said swirled around his brain. "Yes, it is, isn't it?"
A/N: You know what's embarrassing? Reading over a sex scene you'd written when editing it. I look back on it and think – How the hell did I write this?
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