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Chapter 9: Reparation

Wybie paced around his room worriedly. He could see the police cars amassing before the Pink Palace from his own window. Kate sat on his bed, chewing on the fingernail of her thumb. Coraline had been gone nearly four days now, with no news of where she was. Her parents feared the worst, that she had been kidnapped or killed. But Wybie was the only one she'd told the whole story of the Beldam to. Aside from his grandmother, of course.
There was a tap on the window and both Kate and Wybie jumped. The Cat mewed at the window, pawing at it. Wybie sighed in relief at the sight of the familiar creature and pushed the window up.
"Hey, Cat, where've you been?"
The Cat mewed, again, and pawed at his own collar. Two pieces of paper fell out. Wybie frowned as he picked them up. He knew these paper, it was from that stationary set he'd bought Coraline two years ago. Quickly, he scanned the papers. Seeing his name written on one he unrolled it and read it hastily.
"What is it?" Kate asked from where she sat on his bed. She watched as Wybie's expression turned from stunned, to horrified, to undisguised rage.
"Go home, Kate, I need to talk to the Joneses," She looked confused, and a little hurt at his dismissal. "I'll call you later. Please, just go home and stay there. Be careful on your way home,"
She nodded and left his bedroom. He knew he'd feel guilty at how he'd treated her later but now he was more worried about his best friend. Mounting his bike, he rushed off to the Pink Palace as hastily as he could, nearly causing a traffic accident on the way.
Coraline awoke with a start as something pounded against the door. She sat up, startled, when she heard a loud crash. The Beldam stood at the door. He didn't look happy. The drawer she had pushed before the door had fallen to it's side at the force of his entrance.
"Come," was all he said.
"No," was her reply. His eyes darkened slightly at that. She flinched when he held out an arm to her, gesturing for her to come. Hesitantly, she hopped off the bed and went to him. As soon as she was close enough, he grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her out of the room.
It was meant as a joke. At least, he thought it was meant as a joke. He hoped so. He liked Coraline quite a bit, to the point of it being an obsession. He couldn't end her life because she was so fun to have around. Especially her wet, tight heat.
He was kind of hoping their child would be something like that. Not the wet or tight part, the Beldam wasn't big on incest. But he was hoping he'd learn what love was, with his own children. And Coraline's.
Still, he wasn't expecting that reaction.
When he went by her room later, he heard her talking to that vile Cat. He repressed the urge to hiss disgustedly. It was because of that creature that he no longer liked having button eyes. Of course, Coraline preferred him with actual eyes, but he'd really liked having buttons for eyes, like his creations.
He froze when he heard her sobs then laughed harshly at himself. Why would he care if she was sad? Wasn't that his goal?
But he continued to stand there, not knowing if he should go in, or if he should simply leave.
When she finally stopped crying, he made the move to go, before he caught bits of her conversation with the Cat. More than once he heard the name Wybie. An emotion he'd not felt with such intensity rose up, taking the form of a green-eyed monster. He left the hallway, plotting his next move.
"Let me go!" she shouted, surprised and angry at the rough treatment. He said nothing, merely continued to tug her through the house, at the front door, until they were standing before the door of Ms Spink and Forcible's.
He pushed open the door forcefully, and dragged her through it. She wasn't struggling as much now, her confusion giving her pause. What was he planning for her?
She walked down the aisle, it was full of dogs once again. She felt a strange sense of deja vu as she was pulled towards the front seat that she'd once sat at with the Other Wybie. The Beldam let go of her once she sat, then silently took a seat next to her.
She felt vulnerable, reminded of what happened the last time she was here, with the copies of Miss Spink and Forcible in a giant sweet wrapper, their joined hands clinging onto her as she tried to get away. And all the bat-dogs. She shuddered involuntarily and pulled up her legs so that they were on the edge of the seat, and her knees beneath her chin, curled up into a ball protectively.
She felt the Beldam's eyes flicker towards her more than once but paid him no attention.
The curtains began to rise and Coraline's heart gave an excited thump despite herself.
As the overture played, Coraline felt goosebumps appear on her arms. She loved any form of theatre. The second wonder the Coraline had created for her had never left her, and had survived all the traumatic experiences of the theatre. She loved it.
The musical had a story she'd never heard of before, and an unpronouncable name, but it was amazing. As much as the last show she'd watched in this place appealed to her childish, adventurous side, this appealed to her teenage angst, especially considering the particular dilemma she was in. It was the story of two best friends - played by the beautiful, young Miss Spink and Forcible, of course, looking much less like licorice than when they tried to stop her - who had to survive the daily harshness of the real world. It didn't sound like much, but Coraline had to admit that their acting ability was fabulous. Each line delivered properly, the timing of the jokes impeccable, each note sang at it's correct pitch and each tear shed unassisted by eye drops.
And it was played solely by two people, though they acted like there were more than two.
It was totally believable.
At one point, Miss Forcible played a woman who'd gotten pregnant by the man she hated, and Coraline's heart dropped. She looked over at the Beldam, who was staring straight ahead at the stage.
Coraline watched the scene, trying not to cry. She felt her emotions mirrored in the acting of Miss Forcible, even if she wasn't actually pregnant. Yet. As far as she knew.
But Miss Forcible had a good ending - the man turned out to be totally in love with her, and helped bring up the child they'd created together.
Coraline knew she'd never be so lucky.
Aside from that scene that'd hit far too close to home, she'd enjoyed it completely. She didn't know when she'd abandoned her curled-up posture, but by the time the curtains fell, she was leaning forward in her seat, completely entranced.
"...ine. Coraline?" The Beldam asked. Coraline realised she was still staring at the stage, the curtains completely covering the place where that amazing story had just unfolded.
"Yes?" she said, looking around the theatre only to find it empty.
"Did you like that, swee-" he cut off the pet name he was going to use.
She smiled slightly at the effort. "Yeah." she admitted. "I did,"
He nodded. "Good," He stood up and stretched, then offered a hand to pull her up. She stared at it for a moment, then took it.
"Did you... make that?" she asked, not knowing how else to ask what she wanted to ask.
"Yes, I suppose I did," he said, shrugging.
"It was amazing," she said, smiling in spite of herself. "I just wish Wybie was here," she blurted out before she could stop herself. "He would have enjoyed that,"
He stopped in his tracks, causing her to stop too or fall on her face due to their intertwined fingers.
"Coraline. Do you love him?"
"Who?" Coraline asked, playing dumb. Her face went red. She really did not want to talk about this.
"That hunchbacked brat who's dating your best friend,"
"They're both my best friends! And I don't want to talk about this," she tried to disentangle their joined hands. He refused to let her go and she struggled in his grip.
"Do you? Answer me, love," the Beldam had this sinister smile on his face, but his eyes were devoid of any emotion. He no longer cared about whether the pet names bothered her or not.
She looked up at him fearfully, then looked away. She didn't even want to admit it to herself, there was no way she was having this conversation right now.
Okay, so there was a tiny bit of her that always found his eccentricities cute, and his slight hunchback attractive. But she'd given all that up when Kate arrived, her red hair blowing in the wind as she stepped out of the fancy car she'd come in, and spotted Wybie's jaw dangling open. After that all she could think about was Thank God I didn't tell him how I felt. That would've been embarrassing. She'd never allowed herself to think about what could've happened if she had confessed to him before Kate arrived.
Either way it was none of the Beldam's business.
The Beldam was growing more and more agitated at her lack of an answer.
Coraline, sensing this, looked back at him straight in the eye and said. "Well, so what if I do?"
The Beldam repressed the urge to snarl. He tugged her towards him and she fell into his arms with a surprised squeal.
He covered her mouth with his harshly, then started to back her up against the wall.
Coraline struggled, fearful of what he was doing. He wasn't this rough her first time even. Her back hit the panelled wooden wall of the theatre and she whimpered at the force. His tongue prodded against her closed mouth, seeking entrance. Her lips remained sealed, shut tight. Until he pressed his fingers against her pussy. She moaned and his tongue entered hers victoriously.
Her eyes widened when she realised how wet she already was down there. When the ends of his lips pulled up against hers, she knew he too had found out just how turned on she'd gotten from being manhandled. Her face burned with embarrassment.
His body further pressed hers into the wall, with her not-so-flat chest squeezed up against his. His burning erection pressed against her stomach. She could feel its heat through their clothes. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking what his cock was about to do to her.
He fiddled with her shorts exasperatedly. It felt like he was trying very hard to remove them and failing. Then she heard the sharp sound of metal sliding against metal sharply. She wrenched her head away, breaking the kiss, only to watch him slice through her shorts and shirt with his fingers. He paused at her underwear, then seemed to think better of it and his hands transformed back to that of a human's.
He pulled down her panties, letting it fall to the ground as it fell down her thin legs, no longer having her hourglass figure to hold it up.
She wondered idly how he was going to do this. Of all the positions they'd done, they had yet to do it standing upright. Unless he planned to push her onto the floor and mount her.
Then she was distracted as he kissed her again, his hand finding hers and pressing it against the wall beside her head, weaving his fingers in between hers.
Her other hand slipped under his shirt to feel the muscles there as she lost herself in the land of pleasure and lust. After a few moment his other hand grabbed the one beneath his shirt and redirected it to the button of his pants. Together, their fingers worked together to rid him of his pants as he continued french kissing her.
When his pants finally fell to the ground along with his boxers, he pressed her other wrist against the wall, beside her head and continued to kiss her. He slipped his manhood between her legs, missing her entrance on purpose. It was so long that nearly half protruded out behind her, tickling the tip of her anus. Not that it was that impressive considering how thin she was. Then again, her butt really wasn't all that small.
He began to slide it between her thighs, the surface of his shaft being completely lubricated with her own juices.
He released her bruised lips to nip at her neck, licking and savouring her taste, he expertly removed her bra, then his own shirt.
She took this opportunity to talk, a bad mistake as always. Still, she knew she would soon be reduced the a babbling pile of goo after he'd entered her. "Bel, about Wybie-"
Then his mouth was on hers again, kissing her sharply. He thrust particularly hard against her, his steel abdomen pressing against her sensitive clit.
"Don't-" he hissed in between pants and they tried to catch their breath. "-ever say his name while I'm having sex with you,"
She frowned at him, but quickly forgot what she was thinking as he pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. His erection pressed against her pussy demandingly, both were hot and dripping. His had a drop of white pre-cum on its tip. She squirmed, trying to make herself comfortable, and he adjusted his position to match hers. As she was squirming he took the opportunity to thrust into her brutally, entering her completely with one thrust. She screamed as she was impaled onto him.
He sandwiched her against the wall and placed her arms around his neck. Then he placed his hands on her butt, lifting her slightly off his dick and then shoving her back down. Her clit was being mercilessly stimulated each time he shoved her back onto his dick, pressed against his crotch.
She held on for dear life, feeling the sweat start to form on her back, causing her to slide down further. She marvelled at his strength, the power at which he manoeuvred her over his thrusting appendage. And yeah, she wasn't exactly the heaviest creature in the world. But her bones had always been denser than most, and her appearance made her look deceptively light. Wybie on one occasion had commented on it, and was pounded into a bloody pulp.
There she went again, thinking of Wybie when she was being pierced on the dick of another man.
Not willingly. She tried to comfort herself.
Liar. Another part of her mind hissed.
The Beldam never liked going into the minds of others. They were always purer, cleaner than his. It always made him want to taint them completely. Like Coraline. He watched her expression, how she seemed slightly distracted this time. A short peek into her mind and he'd seen, or heard enough.
Wybie.
Wybie.
Wybie, Wybie, Wybie.
The Beldam had never hated anyone as much as he did Wybie. He'd hated the boy's counterpart almost as much as he'd hated the original. He'd made him, goddamnit. And how was the Beldam repaid? By being betrayed, that's how.
This time, he couldn't hold back his snarl as he reached forward and bit the pale, succulent skin of her neck, his teeth piercing the fragile flesh there while picking up the speed of his thrusts, slamming her into the wall repeatedly at how hard he was thrusting into her. He'd give her no opportunity to think about that brat.
Coraline, taken by surprise, found herself painfully aroused at the unexpected change in dynamics. She could barely breathe when he repositioned himself to strike at her most sensitive folds. With a scream, she came, her inner muscles squeezing him as he continued to drive his shaft in and out of her.
When she'd regained her senses, she realised belatedly that he had yet to follow her to the much-coveted peak of carnal bliss.
Pausing, much to her relief, he hiked her legs up to his shoulders, stretching her passageway wider to allow himself full access. Then he thrust forward, slamming her harder against the wall from the force of driving his cock into her.
She groaned. She was definitely going to be aching all over her back tomorrow.
He shoved his tongue into her mouth, imitating the moves of his reproductive organ, his movement quick and erratic as he started to lose control.
Not that she cared. She'd slowly began to climb towards the peak of a mind-blowing climax again, nearing the highest point with every thrust of his. He seemed to be deliberately aiming for her erogenous areas within, and he wasn't giving her any mercy as she felt him bruising her sensitive folds.
She could practically feel the aches she was going to have tomorrow. He broke the kiss suddenly, abruptly, and let out a word she vaguely registered as a profanity before he once again bit into her neck, at a different location, effectively marking her possessively as she arched into him suddenly, and he felt the familiar pressing of her walls against his dick. Except they seemed to be pounding into him, while squirting her lubricant at him. Caught by surprise at the added intensity of it all, he climaxed, bucking up into her.
His head leaned into her bosom as he deposited all the semen he had inside her, their juices combining until they became indistinguishable. He nipped lightly at the skin there, sucking some into his mouth as they both slowly recovered from their rapturous orgasms.
Her arms tightened around his neck and her hands subconsciously ran through his silky black hair. It reminded her of the fur of a puppy, long and smooth, like satin.
As his tongue traveled upwards he licked the love bites he'd given her, stunned at his possessiveness. As was she.
"Bel," she said, he looked up at her confused face. "Did you... bite me?"
"But of course, Coraline," he answered patronisingly, attempting to hide his own confusion. "You are mine, after all,"
She frowned, as something dawned on her suddenly. "Are you jealous?"
She froze when all pretense of teasing left the Beldam and his face turned hard and fierce. "What gave you that idea, sweetheart?" He added the pet name threateningly, causing her to flinch.
"Well, it's just that-"
He punched the wall beside her head. She jumped, truly fearful now.
"Never suggest that ever again, alright, sweetheart?" Then he shoved her against the wall, withdrew from within her and left. She could sense the rage he was emitting as he left, stark naked. She slid downwards as her legs gave way beneath her. Her butt landed on the floor with a thump and she sat there for a moment, staining the carpeted floor of the theatre with their combined body fluids, wondering what the hell just happened.
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