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goodfellow) wrote2011-11-04 11:38 pm
goodfellow) wrote2011-11-04 11:38 pm
At Zero
There were a number of clubs in the city that knew Rob Fellows as a frequent flier. Zero was one of them, and even though he hadn't been there in some time, he could tell that the bouncer recognized him. Just because he was in a good mood, Robin slipped him a twenty despite having already gotten inside. He tipped his hat and slid toward the bar, where he picked out a seat on the end and began to scope out the people around him.
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Lara laughed at that, delighted. "No, he's certainly not going to be," she agreed, still chuckling. "Not one little bit." Her laughter faded to an exaggerated sigh. "My brother gets far too attached to his food. This will be a good lesson for him."
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Lara looked a bit offended at the question. "And waste such a valuable tool, after I went to all that work to get you here? Perish the thought, my sweet buck. I have much more enjoyable plans for you." She looked him over and licked her lips, her eyes flaring into full silver.
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"If you wanted to fuck you could have just asked," he said. "No kidnapping necessary."
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"Oh, I'm sure," Lara agreed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, her fingers caressing the side of his cheek. "But it's about more than fucking. You're going to help me bring my brother back into the fold properly."
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He bucked against the ropes. "No. No, you are not going to thrall me, you crazy bitch!"
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Lara gave him a placid smile, leaning in to graze her lips over Robin's jaw. "Don't worry, pet. Soon you'll enjoy being a thrall. It will make your life so simple."
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And he was also a puck, and had a very finely tuned survival instinct. Somewhere in between those things he managed to put together his best chance for getting off of this bed without having her fuck him within an inch of his life. Which, though fun, was not something he wished to repeat.
"But Thomas..." he whined.
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"Thomas needs to remember his place!" Lara replied firmly, pulling back to look at Robin, her hand like iron as she gripped his chin, meeting his eyes with a steely expression. "He has been allowed to play at being human, at living his own life, but now it's time for him to return to his family duties. And you're going to help me remind him of this."
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"How... am I supposed to do that?" he asked, forcing himself into calmness, to not snap at her again.
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Lara looked him over like he was nothing more than a slab of meat. "All you need to do is lie back. I'll take care of the rest," she murmured, her expression going distant and calculating as she plotted.
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It was only that thought that kept him for reeling up and snarling at her, trying to forcibly break his bonds.
He could pretend. He could fucking do that. It was his best chance of her not putting the full whammy of her mojo on him.
"Then touch me at least, won't you?" he managed.
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Lara broke into a slow smile and glided over to the bed, sinking down on the edge. "Of course, little pet," she crooned, reaching out to tug Robin's shirt open and sliding her hand lightly over his chest.
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"More..." He let his eyes drop closed. It was an act. Or mostly. There seemed to be a fine line here.
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Lara smirked triumphantly and stood up to lock the door, shedding her clothes languidly, her eyes a shimmering white and her demon's cold, erotic energy radiating from her, filling the room. "If you want more, then that's what you'll get, sweet buck."
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"Puck," Robin corrected, looking up at her with heavy-lidded eyes.
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"Kine," Lara replied smoothly, moving back to the bed without a stitch of clothing on. "You may not be human, but it just makes you more of a challenge." She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips as her hands smoothed his shirt out of the way, her blue-black hair brushing his skin as she leaned in to press a trail of kisses across his chest with a satisfied sigh.
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"Don't even pretend I'm not a..." Robin arched his back, hips rolling. "A fucking prize."
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"A prize? Oh, you're quite the prize, sweet," Lara purred, grinding her crotch down against his erection. "But in the end, you're still prey." She bit lightly at his nipple, rubbing against him teasingly.
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"Why would I give you a chance to fight back? I just want your obedience, that's easy enough to take when you're like this," Lara pointed out, lifting her body up to undo Robin's pants, cool fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly as she leaned over him and bit and sucked at his neck.
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Oh, fuck, her hands on his cock. You think he'd be used to this by now, having been sleeping with Thomas for so long, but it was goddamn amazing.
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"Of course not. If I can take a shortcut, I will." It was the White Court way. "Now. Enough talk," she said briskly, and her mouth covered Robin's as she positioned herself against his cock and pressed down, taking him into her with a long, low moan.
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He jerked against the bonds, thinking for a moment not even about getting free, but getting his hands on her.
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Oh, but this was just how Lara liked it. She was in control in every way. She rode him, nice and slow, sitting up and thrusting her magnificent breasts out, head falling back with a sigh.
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