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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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Chapter 5: Retribution

The Beldam dropped her onto the bed. She squealed at the sudden, merciless feel of gravity pulling her down towards the Earth. She bounced once on the bed from the force of her fall, then laid there on the smooth bedspreads. She had to admit - albeit grudgingly - that he had good taste in bedspreads. The admiration for his taste faded quickly as he crawled onto the bed, covering her body with his. A frightened 'eep' escaped her mouth as he closed the distance between them.
He paused at the fearful sound.
"What's wrong, Coraline?" he asked, teasing. He relished the fearful anticipation on her face, the fact that he was the one responsible for it.
She didn't answer but merely turned her head away, unable to look him in the eye.
He frowned. Was she planning on ignoring him as he relieved her of her virginity? He smirked as a sudden idea came to mind. "Perhaps you'd prefer me more if I looked a little familiar?" he asked, before morphing into one of those boy idols she'd had a poster of in her room. He'd only glanced briefly at it when the doll had been unwrapped, but he could remember it. And he knew he'd gotten the look right from her surprised gasp. "No? How about something more comfortable?" He morphed into her father. Her face screwed up in disgust. "Hmm, then maybe the one that you've been pining for forever?" He asked, then morphed into the single thing he knew would rile her up in this situation. He gained the messy brown hair and tan skin of Coraline's best friend - Wybie. She stared at him, stunned, as he caressed her face. That seemed to rouse her from her daze.
Her reaction didn't disappoint. She slapped him across the face instantly. Angry tears sprang to her eyes. If she was a cat - which he was thankful she wasn't - he was sure he'd see her fur on end.
"How dare you!" she screamed at him as he morphed back into the first male form he'd had. He grinned in satisfaction.
"Why so angry, Coraline? You should be happy. After all, isn't he your fantasy?"
She looked like she'd been the one who was slapped. She closed her eyes and tried to even out her breathing.
"He's not mine to fantasize over," she whispered, more to herself than to him.
"Is that so," the Beldam said, nipping and sucking at the nape of her neck, enjoying her scent. He looked her over approvingly, glad that he held out this long. Coraline is no longer a little girl, it would seem. He mused as he reached out and cupped her left breast. They were by no means big, but they were firm and fit perfectly in his palm, and he had a feeling that they were the type that would never sag.
Coraline moaned unwillingly as his gentle touch stimulating her erogenous zones flooded her senses with pleasure. She wanted to tell him to stop, that she was still angry that he dared to use Wybie's face to touch her but she had lost the capabilities to do so.
He slipped off her sleeping robe slowly, subtly, exposing her bare shoulders. She shivered slightly at the sudden lack of clothing shielding her shoulders from the cold, but was too enamoured by his skillful touches to protest. He laid a soft kiss of her left shoulder and she sighed, her chest rising up and down as she took a breath.
This wasn't the first time he'd taken male form. Though, generally, he preferred his female form, there were times when situations called for the deviation in gender. He was well acquainted with the sensation of unbearable, restraining heat in his pants as he watched his mortal enemy entirely succumb to her body's weaknesses. There was no doubt that she'd never been touched - or touched herself, for that matter - in this way. She was far too sensitive.
Truth be told, he had no idea if they could even conceive a child of his. After all, she was human. And he... wasn't. But that didn't matter - not when she was forming such an erotic, submissive picture before him, and from his mere touches. He hadn't even gotten to the most exciting part yet. Not even close. He paused his ministrations at that thought. Though he was indeed experienced in getting a hard-on, he had never mated as a male before. He knew the risk of that. Any - arachnid - female would have eaten him alive as sustenance to the offspring they bore. And god knows, the Beldam was no martyr.
Though it would be different this time. Coraline wouldn't - no, couldn't - do such a thing. He was going to enjoy this. Very, very much.
Coraline peered up at him through half-lidded eyes, torn between wanting him to continue or get the hell away from her. Then he snapped out of his reverie and caught sight of her staring at him. He grinned, and pushed her satin-ish dress up her thigh so he could run his hands up the inside of her thigh. She moaned pathetically, a slave to her sense. She was on the verge of starting to mewl.
He paused when he reached her panties, genuinely surprised at the amount of lace he found there.
"Interesting," he commented lightly, fingering the flimsy material. Coraline blushed.
"It was on sale," That was a lie. It was embarrassing to admit, but Coraline had a secret obsession with lingerie. Especially the luxurious ones. The more lacey and frilly, the better. But she never told anyone. For one, who would believe her? She was the quiet, adventurous, intelligent one. Hardly anyone believed she had hormones. And two, it was deadly embarrassing. She, to this day, had no idea why the little articles of clothing would draw her so. She could hardly even fill up the upper ones, her curves were that small. She liked them, but she didn't want to.
The Beldam tsked. "You're lying," he said in that sing-song way that reminded her of the time she had told him her parents were in that pathway connecting the worlds.
She didn't respond, distracted with his gentle brushing against her genitals through the thin material of her underwear.
"Nn!" She bit her tongue to stifle her moan as his long, hard finger brushed against her clit, making her whole body jolt.
"You really are very sensitive, Coraline. You've never masturbated before?" he asked.
Coraline shook her head weakly in reply. He grinned gleefully. It was an empowering thought that he'd be the first to touch, to deflower her and break her in. Not that hunchbacked weirdo Wybie.
He continued his feather-light brushes against the bundle of nerves, and slid his other hand up her body to play with her hard nipples, tweaking and pulling them.
Coraline let out little strangled noises as her brain was overloaded with such pleasure for the first time. She hated it. Hated that she was gaining pleasure from her utmost enemy, a creature who cared not for how she felt.
Then the Beldam started to roll her pearl between his index finger and thumb almost roughly. This proved too much for the inexperienced Coraline, and with an agonised scream, she came.
Fireworks burst in her head and she felt this strange sensation of falling. Her whole body started to shake uncontrollably and she even blanked out for a few seconds. When she came to, she realised that the Beldam was no longer on top of her. She looked to the side and saw him removing his clothes. He crawled back to her, with only his boxers on. She squirmed away, now able to think more clearly without the haze of lust clouding her brain.
"Now, Coraline, don't be afraid. I can assure you, the act of copulation is much more intense than what you've just felt," the Beldam informed her, resuming his position above her, caving her into the bed.
Coraline's eyes widened at his words. More intense? It could get more intense than that? Despite herself, she was curious. The Beldam smirked victoriously at her change in expression.
He cupped her face with one hand and lowered his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She squirmed, knowing it was useless. But somehow she felt... dirty for not having resisted earlier. And yet, the contact between their lips felt so good. The way he pressed his lips into hers possessively was just so... pleasurable.
While distracting her with the kiss, the Beldam took one of her hands, and placed it on the front of his boxers so she could feel his heated arousal.
She bit his lip in reply, letting out a frightened scream, muffled against his mouth. She looked up at him fearfully as he held her hand to the front of his boxers, allowing her to feel the hard, throbbing organ completely. He was grinning - despite the fact that she nearly bit his lip off, he was enjoying her innocent reaction.
With one hand still holding her hand to his cock, he ripped off her satin night-gown. She flinched as the smooth shreds fell away from her. Then, with the same hand he had used to rip off her nightgown, he slipped her lacey panties off her. It had taken some awkward shuffling and lifting off her legs but finally he took off the skimpy bit of fabric, throwing it to the other side of the room and noting it's location so he could retrieve it later.
Her breathing had accelerated exponentially. The room was spinning above her head. She could not believe this was happening to her. Just a mere day ago, she was a normal teenager. Now she was going to be raped by her mortal enemy - and end up carrying his child for god knows how long.
Panic was starting to well up in her as she came to the full realisation of what she'd done.
Meanwhile the Beldam had, with his other hand, hooked the elastic band of his shorts and was removing it. His thick erection came free, and he placed her hand on it. She gasped in surprise.
"Grip it," he ordered her.
She stared at him for a moment, contemplating what he was asking. He rolled his eyes and placed her hand around his shaft and forced her fingers to close around it. He hissed at the sensation of her soft, small hands gripping him.
Coraline, on the other hand, was not feeling so elated. She was, however, feeling something of a cross between curiosity and mortification. Never in her life had she so much as seen a man's cock - Sex Ed. class excepted, though they really didn't show much - much less touched one. The Beldam's was hot, veins on the side of it throbbing madly, and way bigger than she'd expected it to be. Wasn't it supposed to be able to fit into her?
"It'll fit," he said with a smirk, reading her thoughts. She jumped like she'd been shot, having pretty much forgotten that there was a man attached to the erection she was gripping.
"Move your hand," he commanded. She hesitated, then began to move her hand up and down, fisting it gently. He groaned in ecstasy. Occasionally she would stop and simply stroke him, but otherwise maintained a quick rhythm. Okay, so the girl wasn't a natural at handjobs - her movements were clumsy and unsure. But he could train her. Yes, he would train her. To do more than give him handjobs, of course. He sighed in bliss. Why didn't he think of this earlier?
She continued to fist him, her face simultaneously expressing disgust and wonder at what she was doing. Her expression alone nearly sent him over the brink. He stopped her just in time, gripping her wrist. He pushed her onto her back, and crawled over her. He kissed her once more, licking her lips hungrily.
Coraline was suddenly very aware of the contact between their bodies. Specifically the stone-hard cock resting against her thigh. She whimpered quietly as she felt him slip a finger in between them, sliding it among her folds. Breaking the kiss, he brought the finger to his face and licked some of her fluids off of it. She scrunched up her nose in disgust at his actions. The Beldam chuckled.
Good, she's wet enough. The Beldam thought approvingly to himself. He was surprised he'd held out long enough to get her wet. A powerful creature like himself was used to simply taking and not giving anything in return. But he wanted Coraline to feel more pleasure than pain when he entered her. He wanted her to feel tormented over the shameful sensations he could bestow on her.
Her heart jolted. This was it. She would be losing her virginity permanently. No going back. Wybie. She thought mournfully, conjuring a picture of her smiling best friend. She shook her head, shooing it away. This was probably for the best. She had no right lusting over him.
"Are you ready, Coraline?" The Beldam asked, positioning the head of his manhood at her entrance.
"No," she replied. "But does it really matter?"
"No," he chuckled humourlessly. "Not really,"
She braced herself, readied herself for the end of her feminine dreams - that wedding night, the dream man being gentle with her as she took what she willingly gave to him. It was the end of such girlish dreams. Granted, she'd never been particularly girly, but nonetheless - this wasn't how she saw this happening. Her eyes clenched tight and head turned away, she waited for the dreaded moment to come.
Almost a minute passed, and she had yet to feel his intrusion within her. Just as she opened her eyes to see what was happening, he shoved into her, embedding himself almost completely within her. He chuckled sadistically. She screamed as he tore open a part of her. Tore away her hopes. She tried so hard not to shed a tear, but it was inevitable. Her virginity was more precious to her than she had first thought. It was the physical ripping of a very important state of mind.
Salty, fat droplets ran down her face. The Beldam licked them away gently. He continued to push himself further into her. She let out an agonised groan at his actions.
"Stop," she whimpered. "Please, just stop..."
He paused for a moment, and she looked back up at him with tearful eyes. He supposed he should have felt some sort of remorse for having taken away her first time, when she didn't exactly want it. He didn't. He was being squeezed by the most exquisite walls. This was completely different to any handjob. He almost regretted not having mated with a woman sooner.
A moment passed, and he pulled out slightly. He could feel her relief at that, and the pain that wracked through her body when he thrust himself back in.
Her vaginal walls clenched at him, trying, vainly, to push him back out. To deny him entrance. That just made the sensation of being inside her more pleasurable. Not to mention how wet she was. He congratulated himself in getting her wet beforehand. It lessened the friction somewhat.
His pace quickly escalated. He ignored her cries and begs, and it soon tapered off into pained groans and whimpers.
The Beldam watched her face as he continued to pull out his dick till almost the head, then plunge back into her liquid heat. Her face was contorted with pain and slight pleasure. He grinned. She was super-sensitive after all.
He knew clearly that he was not going to last long, being a virgin male. Not to mention the fact that he was screwing his enemy, seeing her writhe beneath him wasn't helping his libido.
But at the very least - he was going to make her come before he did. He lifted his hand to pinch her clit. Her pained groans gradually turned into moans of pleasure. He clamped his mouth over one of her breasts, suckling the hard little nubs on the peak.
Coraline didn't stand a chance. As much as she hated the thought of achieving an orgasm while being raped, the sensations were just too much. Her sensitive nubs were being brutally stimulated and the huge shaft penetrating her was just so large, and hot, and deep.
She could feel the pressure building within her, threatening to burst. She screamed, as he forced her off the ledge and she tumbled away into oblivion. Her mind went totally blank as a bizarre sensation of pleasure shot through her veins. She couldn't help but feel that it seemed to contrast greatly with the pain and exhaustion that filled her limbs as the adrenaline fled her body.
The Beldam continued to thrust into her mercilessly, his testicles smacking against her butt at the force he was pounding into her. He hissed as her muscles clenched him, the way a milkmaid did a cow and then her walls secreted a ridiculous amount of fluid onto him. It was too much for him and with a jolt, he came. He blasted his whole load of semen into her, emptying his balls completely. Jet after jet was transferred into the bluenette, mixing with her own girl cum and blood.
Coraline was only partially aware of the blast of hot fluid that rushed into her, invading her most sacred of parts. His seed filled her womb completely, even as he continued to spill into her. Some flowed out of the sides of his shaft where they were connected.
His cock deflated within her and he collapsed on top of her. He kissed her softly, feeling more than satisfied at their first intercourse together.
Coraline let him meld his lips to hers, relieved that it was finally over. Considering how much of his fluids had accumulated within her, there was no way she wouldn't get pregnant. She wouldn't have to experience such pain and euphoria ever again.
A subconscious part of her mind was panicking over the fact that they may have already conceived a child together but she was too tired to care at the moment.
The Beldam encircled her waist with his arms and rolled them over on their sides, pulling her close and tucking her head under his chin. He too was far too exhausted to think about how possessive his actions were. Still implanted deep within her, he fell asleep, and dreamt of little creatures that were half-him and half-Coraline, tiny miracles borne of enemies.
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