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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 is a relatively short novel written by Neil Gaiman, which is often compared to the movie by Henry Selick. In which it totally loses. No offense Neil Gaiman. Either way, original story/plot movie-verse, belongs to both Neil Gaiman and Henry Selick.
Chapter 8: Relapse

Coraline moaned as she held onto the Beldam's neck, trying to stop from further descending against the slippery curved surface of the bathtub. The Beldam was working himself in and out of her, nudging against her g-spot. Or was it her g-spot? She was too lost in the sensation to know. Every part he seemed to hit within her felt like an erogenous zone.
Had this been her real house Coraline would've been disgusted to be having sex in a place like this, what with the bugs she had squished against the wall during her first tour but the Beldam had changed the place slightly. It was pristine, with no grime in between the tiles nor bugs. The water was crystalline clear, unfortunately for Coraline who still felt uncomfortable being nude before him.
A particularly hard thrust snapped her out of her contemplation. He leaned forward to lick her right breast, tweaking the other with his expert fingers. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, how to touch her.
And this was only their fourth round of sex since she'd agreed to the trade. She was fast becoming addicted to the feel of his shaft violating her, as was he to the merciless fiery grip of her passage.
She threw her head back and arched her body into him, pushing him deeper within her. She didn't care how perverted she seemed right then, all she wanted was that fantastic feeling of free-falling, and pleasure.
Why the hell did sex feel so good?
The Beldam ignored the sound of frantic splashing as he drilled into her. She starting to tighten up, eager to keep him within her. He was more than happy to oblige her. He thrusted ever deeper within, as the water in the bathtub started to diminish. He didn't care, he could always replenish it later.
This time, the change of location was enough to bring them both to climax simultaneously, Coraline's high-pitched squeals juxtaposed to the Beldam's low grunts. His balls tightened as he came, and he poured an enormous amount of spunk within her, tainting the formerly pure transparent water as some of his seed overflowed from within her.
Coraline leaned forward against his chest, not caring that she hated this creature more than anything in the world, savouring the feel of her body shaking in bliss.
God, she was seriously becoming a sex maniac.
The Beldam reached over to the side and grabbed a bottle, before pouring onto his hand a large amount of the cream inside, not dissimilar in texture and colour from his own cum and started to shampoo her long blue hair. She looked at him in surprise as he massaged her scalp gently.
He loved her hair, how it was such a unique shade of blue that no ordinary human should have. And he loved how she'd let it grow out. He was just like any other guy in that sense. He preferred women with long hair. Too bad it never suited his female form.
"I can do it myself," she protested, reaching up to spread the shampoo herself.
He handed her the bar of soap instead.
"Clean me up, will you sweetheart?" he asked sweetly, smirking at her unwilling expression. She sighed, then ran the soap through his torso. She felt admiration despite herself, for the muscles that she felt rippling beneath his skin. He was thin and tall, but there were definite muscles on him. Or at least, in this form of his.
She ran the soap all over his chest, what little water left rinsing it off the moment she soaped him. Then she got to the area below his pelvis. She paused, blushing.
"Um.." she started. "I can't get... down there." she said, squirming uncomfortably.
He raised an eyebrow and looked down where he was still embedded within her. The Beldam smirked.
"Not at all?" he asked, feigning stupidity.
"Of course not," she looked at him sarcastically.
"I should remove myself, shouldn't I?" he asked rhetorically. She hesitated, before nodding albeit reluctantly. He smirked at the prolonged pause before she answered.
However, instead of doing what he suggested, he reached behind him and spun the tap, turning on the shower head. Water spilled onto them. Coraline gasped in surprise as the water begin to rinse away the shampoo, into her eyes. She shut them quickly, as she felt the Beldam slip the bar of soap out of her hands and began soaping her. She kept her eyes shut, more from mortification at his sensual touches than at trying to keep the soap out.
She couldn't help opening them quickly, however, when she felt him stiffen inside her. He soaped her shoulders, and her back, before placing the bar back in its cradle and grabbing hold of her thighs. She cried out in surprise when he spun her around without moving from within her, so that he was penetrating her from behind. She barely managed to grip the edge of the bathtub before he started to move, his hard abdomen slapping against her firm butt cheeks with every thrust.
The water quickly splashed out of the tub faster than it was being refilled.
She blushed when she saw the clothing he had prepared for her. He seemed to have somehow found out of her love of lingerie - not that it was that difficult to figure out - and supplied her with dark blue ones, two shades darker than her hair and practically dripping with lace.
At least the actual clothes were much more modest. Simple shorts and a loose black T-shirt, with black sandals.
She dressed quickly, then trudged down the stairs towards where she heard him humming the same song she'd heard before.
The smell of strawberry jam and pancakes reached her and she sighed in bliss.
She hopped off the second last stair and entered the kitchen, taking a seat at the table. As soon as she sat he placed a plate of steaming hot pancakes before her, before sitting opposite her.
She took a knife and fork and dug into the food, before moaning happily at the taste of them. The Beldam grinned at her reaction.
"Good?"
"Mm-hmm..."
He chuckled, then tore a slab of bacon into shreds, then started feeding them to the dragon-snappers in a vase on the table.
She watched him, entranced by how his fingers didn't seem to get bitten along with the piece of meat.
As she ate, she wondered once again how they'd know whether she was pregnant. She hoped she'd had some sort of condition where she was infertile or something.
Even though the sex was admittedly great - I mean, come on, how many men can actually bring you to earth-shattering orgasm each time? - the idea of a child scared her to death. The things she knew about babies she could count on her fingers. She never expected to have kids, much less with him.
"Beldam,"
"Bel," he said. "Isn't that what you called me yesterday, darling?"
She willed herself not to blush, frowning. "Could you stop with the pet names?"
"But why?"
"It's annoying,"
"Exactly the point, dearest,"
She sighed in frustration. "Fine, Bel," She paused, then asked hesitantly: "What do you know about raising a child?"
"I know how not to do it. I think your parents were fine examples of that,"
Coraline frowned, not liking the slander of her parents, but knowing that what he said wasn't too far from the truth.
"Oh," she said. She wondered why she was so worried. The moment she had that baby she was out of here anyway. Who cares how it was brought up?
But she did. Till this day she remembered the loneliness and boredom of her childhood. She sighed.
"I'm sure I'll do a fine job. Better than your parents anyway. That is, if I don't end up eating it," He chuckled, dragon snappers devouring the piece of bacon in his hand in an increasingly sinister manner in Coraline's perspective. Coraline's head snapped up and she watched him in despair. Her body began to tremble.
"I don't feel so well," she said, pushing her chair back and stalking away from the table.
She stomped to her room and slammed the door behind her, then pushed her wardrobe in front of it. She didn't want to see his face ever again. God, she was so stupid. Sure, he made her feel really loved with the meals and the fireplace, and when their bodies were connected she felt like their souls were too. But that was no reason to let her guard down like that. She couldn't believed she'd actually soaped him willingly. She swiped her hand over her eyes, angry at the tears that threatened to fall.
"I'm such an idiot," she said, collapsing onto her bed.
"Yes, you are," a deep voice said from the window. Coraline's jumped up into a sitting position and stared wide eyed at the cat. It slinked in from the open window and jumped onto her bed, sitting beside her. It licked its paw delicately. "You shouldn't have made a trade with her, you know. She's not one to be trusted,"
"I know," Coraline groaned. "But what was I to do?"
"Escape. Leave. Take the key and run."
"Yeah, sure. Piece of cake," Coraline snorted. She hastily wiped away more tears and stifled her hiccup.
"Indeed." the Cat replied.
Coraline then started bawling. She hated this. She hated this place, the thing that kept her here, the pleasure she got from sleeping with him. She hated that she worried for a child she didn't even know whether she was pregnant with and the fact that she saw no way out of her predicament. The Cat seemed to sense this and sat in her lap comfortingly. She placed her thin arms around it, crying into it's fur.
If he didn't like it, he didn't say. How could he?
When Coraline's sobs started to taper off to the odd hiccup, she asked the Cat for a favour. "Could you help me give my parents and Wybie a letter? I need to let them know I'm okay,"
"Are you?"
"No," she smiled slightly, wryly. "But I don't want them to worry," It nodded and she produced a piece of paper from one of her drawers, glad that this room was identical to hers, then she composed two letters. One she explained that she was okay and not to worry, she'd be back in a while. The other had more explicit explanations, outlining the deal she'd made and how she was, though she did add that she was fine. She hated that she'd have to tell Wybie that she wasn't as pure as the driven snow any longer but she didn't have a choice. She needed his help in finding a way out of this place. She also asked him to take care of her parents, to not tell them too much but make them understand that she was fine.
Then she tucked them into a collar she'd bought for the Cat a while ago. He absolutely hated it but neither she nor Wybie wanted him taken away to the pound.
"Take care of yourself," the Cat said, before heading out the window.
"Okay," Coraline said weakly, as she watched him disappear behind a tree.
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