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The Trade	By : sandyl666 Category: +1 through F > Coraline Views: 11933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: Coraline book-verse is owned by Neil Gaiman and part of movie-verse is owned by Henry Selick, I own nothing. I make nothing whatsoever by writing and posting this on.

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Disclaimer: ….Argh. I can't believe I have to write this again. Coraline belongs to Neil Gaiman and Henry Selick. I own nothing.
Chapter 17: Restrain

"Nnnn... Ah!" Coraline moaned as lips caressed her throat, hair, jaw. A cool hand moved down to press against her distended belly, and the contact on the sensitive skin of her stomach made her moan again, loudly. Coraline could feel the burning liquification of her nether regions. She was desperate to feel him. "Bel... Please... Put it in me..."
She caught a glimpse of that knowing grin, then his hand moved to brush between her legs, causing the bluenette to arch her back at the sensation. "Bel!" she cried out again, half in annoyance, and the other half in desperation. Before her back so much as touched the bed again, she felt the soft head of his arousal press against her opening. She couldn't help the hissed "Yessss..." that escaped her mouth. The creature above her hiked her legs up, causing her womanhood to stretch out and expose itself to him. He gave her one last look, as if asking for her permission. Coraline nodded, then Bel pulled back, getting ready for that one shove which would put him back where she knew he belonged...
Coraline gasped awake, squealing as she nearly fell off the bed. She grasped onto the covers for dear life, then quickly pulled herself back onto the bed. It took her a few stunned seconds, before realisation hit her, and she groaned.
Always... I always wake up JUST when he's about to do it.
She lamented, groaning in utter frustration. The thought that she actually wanted her captor to sleep with her rarely bothered her anymore. She was far too horny for that. All the pregnancy hormones were just urging her to jump his bones, push him down and...
She shook her head suddenly, trying to regain some semblance of control. Deciding that just being in bed was too strong of a stimulus for her, she threw off the blankets and moved into the bathroom to clear her bladder, as she did more and more frequently nowadays, especially when the baby decided to kick her bladder. She then moved down the stairs and stood in the doorway, watching the father of her first child busily working away at the stove, as usual. She leaned against the door-frame, entranced by his expert movements, as always, but this time for a different reason. She watched the thin, long-fingered hand crack open an egg with just one hand, and remembered what else he could do with those fingers, especially in her dream. Those lips curled into a smile, hiding the pink organ within which had delved into her folds more than once. Her eyes wandered down, below the waist, to the currently limp appendage that had managed to satisfy her so well. Just a few touches and-
"Coraline dear?" Bel called out, lifting an eyebrow at the heated scrutinizing and hungry lip licking. "Don't you want to... sit down?"
"Uh... Right," she pretended to suddenly be very interested in the ground, slightly embarrassed that he had caught her predatory gaze.
She couldn't look at a single piece of food on the table without somehow connecting it to sex. She wanted to pinch herself at how depraved she was being. She felt like some kind of dirty old man or something.
"I'm done," she quickly excused herself from the table, unable to withstand being near him. She was so close to losing control.
"Alright..." Coraline was acting very weird. Bel knew something was wrong... But he didn't know for sure what it was.
Coraline began stacking the dishes, clearing away the leftovers to be kept for later. As much as Bel disapproved, she hated seeing all the food wasted. Bel moved to help Coraline, placing the dishes on the pile, when through coincidental timing, their fingers collided with each other. Coraline jolted, and Bel quickly pulled away at her reaction. He cleared his throat rather awkwardly, then continued clearing away the food.
"...Why?" she asked, looking at him in a befuddled manner.
"Why what, love?" Bel replied.
"Why don't you touch me?"
This gave him pause and he stared at her in a confusion similar to hers. "You jumped, so I assumed-"
"Not that! This," she pulled his hand away from the dishes and placed it on her right breast. Coraline hoped this was enough of a hint, and it seemed to be, if the way his eyes widened were any indication. But immediately afterward, he removed his hand from her chest and resumed stacking the countless plates of foods on the table. "Bel!"
"That's enough, Coraline," Bel chided, his strict tone making him sound more like the Other Mother than ever. He moved to place the pile of plates into the sink. Coraline followed him, and when the breakables were safely placed into the sink, she grabbed his elbow and forcefully turned him around.
"So that's how it is, huh? You don't want to sleep with me anymore because I'm huge now?" she screeched at him, and promptly burst into tears. For once, Bel was at a loss of what to say.
"That's not it-"
"That's not it? That's not it?" She moved forward, causing Bel to step back cautiously. "Then what is it?" she yelled, jabbing a finger forward into this chest. "You rape me continuously for three weeks, and now you're avoiding touching me like the plague, and you're telling me that's not it?"
"Yes...?" he replied unsurely, at a loss of how to deal with her unreasonable mood.
Coraline growled at his reply, and before Bel could so much as step away, she tackled him to the ground. They rolled around for several seconds, before she managed to thrust her face up into his and their lips met forcefully. She was so horny from all the hormones raging about her body that she could hardly register what was happening. She straddled his crotch while she kissed him, pressing her heat against his growing one.
Now Bel knew how bad the mood swings of pregnant women were. He let her kiss him, pin him down against the ground. Truth be told, being dominated by the mother of his child was making him ridiculously hot.
Coraline was much more turned on. She mashed her lips against Bel's and licked all over the inside of his mouth. He had often done that to her, but never once had she taken the initiative and done the same. But now, actions such as that which had never appealed to her was arousing her like crazy. She moaned into his mouth as she rocked her hips against his. His erection grew rapidly, until it began to hurt to have her so close and yet not be inside her. Her fingers tore at his clothes, and when the cloth obstacles had been gotten rid off, she felt his chest up shamelessly, running her palms up and down.
Reaching out, he too tore away her dress until it reached her midriff, the cupped her two magnificent globes. They had grown in size since the last time he was allowed to fondle them, no doubt from carrying a child which would need its milk soon. He squeezed her breasts desperately, forcing more moans from the girl on top of him, and then some gasps as he teased her sensitive nipples, pinching and rubbing them.
She broke their kiss to release a particularly loud gasp, and he took the opportunity to rip her dress completely down the middle, before throwing it to the side. It was soon joined by her panties. Meanwhile, Coraline had displayed a rare demonstration of her strength when desperate, and had torn the button and part of the zip in an attempt to remove his pants. Unfortunately, she wasn't strong enough to tear it all off. Growling in irritation, she stood up and pulled the pants and boxers right off him, giving Bel a good look at her pink opening by doing so. When she was done, she straddled him once again, positioning her crevice right above his fully erect cock.
"Coraline," Bel panted, not really believing what was about to come out of his mouth. "Are you sure you want to-"
She shoved herself down onto him, and they both groaned. She felt so full of him again, and a thrill ran up her spine. She instantly started bouncing on him, her movements clumsy. It didn't help that she could hardly see what she was bouncing on with her distended stomach in the way. When he slipped out, both groaned again, and Bel quickly re-positioned himself, and then placed his hands on her waist, guiding her on him. She simply thrust herself harder onto him in gratitude.
Coraline continued her lustful frenzy, hardly even registering what she was doing. All she knew was that it felt so good to finally have that thirst quenched, to fill up the emptiness within her... literally. Unfortunately, within a minute or two, she was exhausted, and paused for a second. She panted above Bel, looking down at him, cheeks flushed and with a wild look in her eyes. Nothing was said as their gazes were locked, neither able to look away.
That's when the baby, having sensed the invading shaft, kicked wildly all over her belly and they both jolted at the sudden force. Coraline threw her head back, and moaned loudly. This spurred Bel into motion, lifting her butt up slightly and thrusting up into her. Coraline's moans grew in volume, and suddenly, she reached her climax, gasping.
Bel's eyes darted towards where they were connected, slightly stunned at the amount of fluid secreted out, running down his shaft. Her insides clenched him tightly, angrily, without mercy, and he had to concentrate fully in an effort not to end this session so rapidly. He paused his thrusting, trying to catch his breath. He watched Coraline recovering from her orgasm, head bent over slightly, eyes blank, hair slick with sweat slightly covering her face as they stuck to her cheek and neck. He reached up and brushed them back gently. She looked up, her eyes focused on him. He smiled at her, then moved his hand downwards and rubbed her belly. As expected, their child kicked back at the hand, as if annoyed at having been disturbed. As not expected, Coraline started moaning suddenly, her passageway tightening around him and her liquid flowed once again. Experimentally, her rubbed against her belly again, and her hand, spread out against his chest, started pressing into his ribs.
Extremely pleased at himself at having found such a sensitive erogenous zone, he rolled her over to her side, then thrust back into her from behind, while stroking her belly gently. She squirmed, gasping, as the sensations overwhelmed her. Within seconds, she tensed, and came all over his shaft once again. This time the bruising kneading was too much for him. Quickly, he pulled out and three thick, white ropes of semen landed on her stomach in stripes. He panted into her neck, exhausted.
"I didn't think it was necessary to do something like that, but... Wow." he muttered against her back. She chuckled. He held her for
"There's something on my stomach," she noted.
"I didn't think it was a good idea to introduce our child to my seed,"
"...I didn't either," she said, though she did feel somewhat empty at not housing what he usually left behind. With a grunt, he rose, and fetched a wet cloth from beside the kitchen sink to clean her up. She yawned as he did so, and was asleep when she was all clean. She barely registered having been carried back to her room.
He placed her in bed, before lying with her and drawing the blankets over both of them. She latched onto him like a leech, snuggling into his warmth. He shifted slightly, then curled his arm around her, and moved closer to her.
She stirred slightly and couldn't help but to think about just how nice it is to have someone beside her, radiating warmth. She was asleep again within seconds.
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