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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: Coraline's original plot and characters are mostly Neil Gaiman's, I think. Henry Selick just did what I do. Except that he legally bought the rights for a movie. And made an awesome movie.
Chapter 7: Readjustment

Her first official day in the Other World was spent in bed. Coraline was in absolute agony. Her privates hurt, her limbs hurt, her heart hurt and her brain especially hurt. She was repeatedly thinking of ways to escape this place. A loop in their agreement, perhaps. Her best move for now was to find the key and escape once again. The problem was, where was the key?
And worse... Coraline placed a shaky hand on her stomach. She'd been bedded twice. Would it be enough? Could they even produce a child together? With him being a monster, and she... not. She hoped it wasn't enough, and yet she did. If she wasn't already with child then escaping was fine, she could leave this whole world and forget about it. Find some other man to settle down with. Better yet, remain single all her life. But if she was, then the Beldam wouldn't have to sleep with her and humiliate her any more.
Tears of shame burned in her eyes when she thought back of what he said, about her enjoying it. And she realised - he was right. She did enjoy it. Then what kind of person was she, enjoying her own rape?
She shuddered, half from fear and the other half from excitement as memories of the previous night, and the morning, flooded back to her.
"Thinking about me, Coraline?" a voice whispered in her ear. She screeched and turned abruptly, only to see the Beldam by her bedside, holding another tray of food. He chuckled at her stunned and slightly guilty expression which proved him right.
He once again helped her sit up, then placed the table and tray before her. The feast before her was even more mouthwatering than the first. She frowned.
"Where do you get the ingredients to make these foods anyway?" Coraline asked, poking at the steak before her with a fork.
"I make them," he shrugged.
"You... 'make' them?"
"Yes,"
"Then why don't you just 'make' the food instead of just the ingredients?" she asked.
"Because I like cooking," he grinned. She grimaced. Of course he would. Then he'd eat cocobeetles and little children raw.
She shook her head and tried to concentrate on her meal. She got halfway through before she began to feel bloated. She felt like Hansel from the fairy tale. Like she was getting fed so that she could be eaten someday.
She couldn't finish the rest of the banquet, having done nothing but sit in bed the whole day. He nodded understandingly, and cleared the food away.
Then he pushed away the covers and slipped into bed with her. She flinched away from him, suspecting the worst.
"Relax, dearest, I already said I won't be touching you for a while."
She inched towards the corner of the bed furthest from him, never taking her eyes off his looming figure. She didn't trust a word he said, knowing that he would twist it any which way to suit his needs.
He chuckled darkly, reached forward and tugged her into his arms. She struggled to escape, but her efforts amounted to nothing. When she was settled snugly in his arms, he pulled her down with him so their heads were resting on the pillows.
"Sleep, Coraline,"
Coraline didn't want to. God knew what else he'd do to her aching body while she slept. But her eyelids were starting to feel like lead.
She was barely awake for five seconds since her head touched the pillow before she fell into a deep sleep.
Unbeknownst to her, the Beldam watched her tentatively, the rise and fall of her chest, the rapid movement beneath her eyelids as her eyeballs darted about in her dreams. He smirked, still feeling undeniably happy about his victory.
He then pressed his palm against her abdomen and sighed in bliss, before adjusting his posture, readying himself to watch her for the rest of the day.
She woke up early the next day. She'd had a wonderful dream, where she had been hanging out with Wybie, in those good ol' days. The time before Kate had moved to their own little slice of boringsville. Not that Coraline resented Kate's presence, no, far from it. She adored the chipper little redhead. She just missed those days when it was just Wybie and her. Her and Wybie.
When she opened her eyes, all the happy, warm feelings instilled by the dream disappeared and her spirits dropped. She was still in the Other World. Of course.
She moved her body experimentally, noting that most of her soreness had disappeared. She wondered if the Beldam had anything to do with it. Thinking of which...
She looked down to her stomach and noted the heavy hand on her belly. She followed those long, slender fingers up to the wrist, travelling further to the elbow until she got to his face, craning her neck to get a good look of him. He seemed to be sleeping, his eyes shut tightly, mouth closed, and face relaxed.
She scrutinised his face carefully. She liked the Beldam better with actual eyes, she decided. The blackness of it was intoxicating, so deep she felt like she was drowning in it sometimes. And she had to admit that along normal world standards he was kinda cute. Those arching eyebrows, long eyelashes, perfectly straight nose... She knew some girls who would swoon at the sight of him.
But he was the Beldam. She could in no way trust him. She wondered belatedly what their child would look like. Whose looks would it inherit? Whose traits? Would it turn out evil and threatening like the Beldam? Or tall and awkward like Coraline?
Her hand lowered to press against her abdomen subconsciously, only to find his hand already there. She hesitated, then placed her own pale hand on top of his. She tried not to acknowledge the slight comfort she felt at the contact.
The Beldam shifted behind her and wrapped his other arm around her. He let out a sigh as he woke up and placed a light kiss on her shoulder.
"Good morning, Coraline,"
She didn't know how to respond, so she didn't. She removed her palm from above his.
He moved his hand from her abdomen as soon as she removed hers, his travelled further south, until it hit her mound. She inhaled deeply as he touched the sensitive button, drawing circles around it. She moaned. Ceasing his teasing, he moved on to the passage he'd violated, stealing away her virginity, and thrust two of his fingers in.
She whined, waiting for the excruciating pain to hit her body, immobilising her. It never came. Instead, she felt a sort of guilty pleasure as his digits moved in and out of her, imitating what he did with his cock when he had slept with her.
She arched her back unconsciously, squirming around uncontrollably as he elicited carnal, depraved feelings from within her. Unfortunately, as she did so, she ground her butt into his groin, pressed against the bulge there. He groaned.
His fingers increased in speed, producing sloshing sounds as her body lubricated them fully. She writhed in his arms, moaning incessantly. The Beldam grinned. He had her. Then, suddenly, his finger pressed against her clit and she came. Her body tensed up, her mind went blank and a pleasured shudder ran down her spine.
Her tight canal milked his fingers, trying to draw out an ejaculation from them, squeezing them further when no semen came.
Slowly, she stilled, coming down from her high and settling back down on the pillows. She realised belatedly that while she'd been trying to restore cognitive functions the Beldam had withdrawn his fingers and left the bed. She spun around slowly and watched him remove his clothes, as she had done the first time he'd bedded her.
His manhood stood out straight, parallel to the ground, long, hard and thick. She shuddered again, partway from fear and partway from anticipation. Noticing her scrutiny, he grinned, getting rid of his last article of clothing.
She quickly turned back around to face the wall on the other side, her heart pounding. He stopped at the side of the bed and stared at her for a long moment. Then he pulled the blanket completely off her. She squealed in terror as her naked form was bared to him. She tried to cover herself up with her hands, when she felt him grab hold of her ankles and pull her until her butt was on the edge of the bed.
He appraised her posture for a moment, then nodded to himself, placing his elbows under her knee to pull her legs further apart, allowing himself better passage. Then he paused. The bed was still too low, and he was far too tall. He sighed in irritation.
"Beldam?" Coraline prompted meekly. She was in an extremely embarrassing, not to mention compromising, pose. Her hands remain clasped over her chest. She gasped when she felt herself rising, along with the bed.
"Much better," he muttered, and pulled her closer to him, smiling in satisfaction when she breathed in sharply. The tip of his penis had bumped against the outer lips of her pussy. Yes, making the bed taller was a great idea. Her body was perfectly aligned with his dick.
Then, with a single, powerful shove, he was halfway inside her. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he relished the grip of her tight hole. Her breath whooshed out of her as she was impaled on his member once again. Her hands moved from her breasts to fist in the bed-cover.
"You like that, Coraline?" The Beldam teased. She shook her head, her eyes scrunched tight as she tried to fight off the intense sensation flooding her body. It wasn't painful, not really. It was lust of the highest degree, something she never thought she'd feel for the black-haired creature above her. She had to consciously stop herself from thrusting back against him.
He pulled back out slightly, then pushed in once more, and he was completely in, the head of his cock once again pressing against her womb. He started to rock into her, holding her legs over his shoulders and grabbing hold of her hips so he could force himself deeper within.
She whimpered as he pressed against her g-spot, he grinned to himself and would have slowed down to tease her and make her beg, if not for the fact that he was desperate for relief himself.
His fingers dug into the skin of her hips, and he was glad he was in his human form. There's no way he could have avoided piercing her with his fingers if he'd been in spider form. He exhaled deeply as her arousal heightened, as did the tightness of her passageway.
"Coraline," he moaned, wanting to warn her how close he was but unable to get anything lucid past his lips. He thrust into her deeper, faster, penetrating her as much as he could. He pounded into her so forcefully that her whole body shook on the bed, her breasts bounced around as she was forced back and forth at the sheer strength of his thrusting penis.
"Bel. Bel, I can't... I'm about to... Nnh!" She babbled, finding herself unable to say his name fully as she tumbled off the edge, her mind going haywire as her body jolted back and forth in her orgasmic throes. She writhed on his dick, screaming her pleasure.
He watched her face scrunch up in orgasmic bliss, and the combined feeling of her squirming on his cock and massaging of her walls set his off, and it was less than a second before he too succumbed to the pleasure and followed her on a high. His semen rushed out of him and into her, mixing with her own squirting fluids. She gasped out in surprise as the boiling hot liquid rushed through her passageway and into her womb. She could almost see the deceptively white fluids invading her body with glee, hiding in the deepest corners, spaces she herself didn't know existed.
He thrust lazily into her a few more times as he emptied his balls completely within her. He smirked when he saw how white her knuckles had become as she held on tightly to the covers.
"So, Coraline," he said between pants. "Did that hurt at all, sweetheart?"
She looked back up at him wearily, the energy she'd regained spent on this single session.
"No," she said finally, her voice husky and hoarse. "It didn't,"
She didn't know if the fact that the pain was gone was a good or bad thing.
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