Definitely Wasn't Born Yesterday

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His eyes opened, flat and black, as the beast rode closer to the front of his consciousness and his smile only widened as he felt those muttered words. It wasn’t just through his hand, but from how he felt her vocal cords just as she spoke them. His tongue played warm and wet against her flesh as he drew another mouthful.

That thought wasn’t entirely abhorrent to her. Even with her turn in fortune, she was an attractive young woman and it had been a long, long time since he’d had the pleasure. Any pleasure, really, at least when it came to carnal arts. He just didn’t let himself get that close to someone. Now, however, he didn’t have a choice. She was going to have to stay with him, be with him, to keep his secret safe.

The way she shifted her thighs together and squeezed against his thigh only reinforced that, the response echoed by her wickedly aggrieved sound and the grunt that followed. He was getting under her skin…literally and figuratively. He knew it…knew that the venom was having its insidious effect upon her body and its reactions.

Malachi was about to ease up on supping from her when she went deadweight on him. It wasn’t as drastic as he could be…his strength threshold was much more significant than any man’s, but it did make it more awkward. For a few moments, gravity risked causing him to rip her throat out, but he hunched his neck to keep in line with her throat. The hand holding her wrist let go, sliding around her waist and pressing low against her belly as it dipped down. That firm touch curved against her, cupping her through her pants, adding pressure to that damp warmth between her thighs.

He'd see how well she could play dead when the power of the venom was combined with his nimble fingers as they worked against her.

Posted 07-22-2023, 02:39 PM

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She wondered, no hoped, that going limp would make him release her. Enough to get her out from under his body and fangs. For a second she thought it was working. Maybe he would think she had fainted because too much of her blood had been syphoned by him. For a moment it seemed like she had made a good choice. His hand that had held her wrists firmly to the small of her back let go, but where it went instead only further exacerbated her condition. She brought her hands around immediately to her sides. The one that was closest to his arm that was now cupping her between her legs, settled on his forearm, and then began to dig nails into his flesh.

"Stop." she nearly growled, feeling her weight in his palm even though she had regained most of her weight onto her own feet. Scout had no where to go, pinched between his palm and secured by his leg between hers, his thigh acting as a seat; she continued gouging her short nails into his arm; leaving red welts at the very least.

Her other palm pressed into the wall and tucked her elbow up against her side. With as much strength as she could she tried pivoting, thrusting her elbow back and aiming for any area of his midsection that she might reach. She busied herself with trying to escape instead of grinding down on to his leg and hand. To some extent, she couldn't help it, though she tried.

Posted 07-22-2023, 03:16 PM This post was last modified: 07-22-2023, 03:16 PM by Scout Gadsby

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He hissed against her skin…at the discomfort of her nails digging into his flesh. Fortunately for him, practicality seemed to rule during the end of the world. There weren’t many fake, lacquered nails to be found, so the discomfort was far from overwhelming. Given the pleasure he experienced from the act of supping on her blood, he found it almost to enhance the sensations he was feeling.

Malachi ignored her growled demand, pleased that she acted as he expected. The dead weight trick was gone and now she was struggling once more. He grunted when her elbow caught his side, responding by pushing himself tighter into her, tucking his knee up higher against the wall until her boot toes were barely scraping the floor, letting her have to put even more pressure on his thigh and his hand where it held her. It made it much more difficult to do anything other than grind down into his touch.

He closed his eyes, focusing on that venom and injecting a far larger dose into her bloodstream this time. Soon enough he would pass her the sedative, but for now, he wanted more of that aphrodisiac to flood her veins and make her struggles that much harder. This wasn’t even about drinking from her, though he still softly sipped from that vein.

No, this was about putting Scout Gadsby in her place…for trying to kill him…for attempting to pull him into whatever it was he was sure she was trying to do here. This was about making her feel ashamed…about making her feel powerless. The more helpless she felt, the more he hoped she’d gain a bit of introspection and humility.

He pressed her tightly, pinned to the wall so that his cheek and breasts rubbed against the wall just as much as her mound rubbed against his fingers through the fabric of her clothes. His larger frame flattened her against it as much as he could, so she had little leverage for those elbows. Despite himself, the ridge of his arousal rose, and it felt hard and firm against her hip.

Posted 07-22-2023, 05:20 PM

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"Mnnf." she mumbled the noise low, against the cold interior wall that smelled stale and old. She struggled to stay on her feet, standing on the tips of her boot-covered feet, but sliding in her efforts, just to come down on his hand or thigh, or mix of both. It seemed to be by design. She couldn't understand why he was forcing the venom through her veins. He didn't need it to keep her docile, she was still able to get a few shots in, granted he maintained his upper hand with what seemed little effort. So then, why was it that he was forcing an unwanted pleasure on her. She just didn't understand the full extent of his condition.

But Scout didn't care. She just wanted to get the hell out of there, even if it meant she would have to give up any ideas of revenge or using him to get back into Stronghold.

Though her entire body seemed to be running red-hot, almost like she felt she might have a fever, it only continued. There was more, pressed against the wall, she felt him just as hard against her. Her eyes widened, realizing he was enjoying this in more ways than just a meal.

But she was stuck. Caught. Trapped.

Her body betrayed her then.

That rising pleasure was unwanted, but between the pressure of his hand, thigh, and whatever he was pumping into her veins she couldn't stop it. Even though she tried to overcome it by freezing, unmoving, and waiting for the climb to subside; it did little good. She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep it invisible, trying to keep it hidden.

She didn't want him to have the pleasure of knowing what he had done. As far as she was concerned, it hadn't happened, and she would rather die than admit it.

Posted 07-22-2023, 08:05 PM

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That low noise was soft enough to be missed…by a human. His sensitive sense of hearing picked it up easily enough while she bucked and tried to desperately find a purchase that pulled her away from his touch. Of course, that wouldn’t work, not with how they were positioned. This was a sensory trap with no escape. He felt her tension increase as his reaction rubbed against her, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she’d felt him there, butting up against her.

This whole situation was fucked…but he might as well make the most of it. Starting with her

It wasn’t long before he felt the tension in her body grow taut. He felt her freeze up as she tried to keep him from becoming aware of it, but she had no idea how much he could pick up. The sweet scent of her release played over his sense of smell as it made her panties even more sodden than the earlier unwanted arousal had. She’d lost their little struggle. To the victor goes the spoils, and, in this fight, that was her.

A simple act of will changed the makeup of the venom he pushed into her veins this time. He gave her pleasure…now it was time for oblivion. They couldn’t stay here, and she would not be pleasant to move of her own accord. Now that he’d undermined her willpower and chipped away at her sense of surety, he needed her quiet and unresponsive, so she’d be easy to move. That sedative mingled with the aphrodisiac, tempering heat with sluggish fatigue.

He pulled back only once he’d dumped a sufficient dose into her. He allowed his tongue to lathe over the flesh he’d blemished with his bite to ensure it was clean and could begin to heal appropriately.

Posted 07-22-2023, 08:41 PM

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As far as she understood, he hadn't known, and still yet there was a change. Scout wasn't sure if it was because she had finished that she seemed to be on a slippery slope down, or if he had ceased to give her the 'poison'. She had no idea what would happen next, she only knew the moment he let her go, she would find away to get the hell out of there.

Killing him was on her mind, but she was so wrought with embarrassment, it somehow became a secondary thought. That was an unknown feeling. To be so ashamed that she valued a quick exit versus ending it right then and there.

Scout suddenly found herself exhausted, like the weight of the day, no the weeks she had been out here were all taking their toll; making her legs buckle. The world didn't spin, but it grew dark; much like a vignette around an old photo of the past. That dead weight act she had attempted before was slowly not much of an act anymore. She was keenly aware she was passing out, but it had to have been from the blood loss, right?

Her head lulled, as much as it could, given he had her cheek pinned against the wall. Her arms were the bigger tell, they fell limp at her side as the entire world went black. The last thing she felt was adrenaline, trying desperately to revive her, but to no avail.

As he pulled back, so did she, falling back flush against him, her head rocking back into his shoulder and collarbone.

Posted 07-22-2023, 09:06 PM This post was last modified: 07-22-2023, 09:07 PM by Scout Gadsby

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The scent of the day, her misfortune, and the must of this room could not hide from him the truth of what had happened to her. Even if he had not had the senses of a true apex predator, he remembered the telltale signs of a woman’s release well enough when he was this close. It became much more apparent to him because of how those enhanced senses picked up that scent and how his touch felt the subtle responses of her body as it tensed and released.

Still, he didn’t linger on it or bring attention to it. He focused instead on the reaction she was having to the sedative. The tension could be felt bleeding from her neck as more of the weight of her head rested against the wall, and he felt the bite of her nails fade away as her arms grew limp and dropped down by her sides.

The truth was apparent once he pulled her back, given how bonelessly her head lolled onto his shoulder and collarbone. He lifted and manipulated her more petite frame so that she was tucked up against his chest in a princess carry, her head tucked beneath his jaw before he carried her out the back door, away from prying eyes on the street.

He left the gun. It was a good one, but he didn’t want to manhandle her more than he had to, and he had the means to find others if he had to…if all of his stashes somehow managed to get raided all at once. Pushing open the door with a boot, he eased his way outside with her and glanced at the vantage points. Seeing nothing untoward, he began to move. The night was coming sooner rather than later, and he didn’t want to be caught in it with her a boneless heap in his arms.

Posted 07-23-2023, 09:00 PM

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