Hannibal
"She'll be fine," House said, stepping into Hannibal's office. "Food poisoning. I gave her something that should keep it under control until it blows over, but consider her out of commission for about 48 hours."
Without invitation, he sat down in the chair across from his desk, and put his cane down on the floor. "She must be new, hadn't seen her before. Are you expanding or did you lose someone?"
Without invitation, he sat down in the chair across from his desk, and put his cane down on the floor. "She must be new, hadn't seen her before. Are you expanding or did you lose someone?"
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Hannibal pulled back a bit and looked up at her. "Are you comparing us?" He teased and wet a finger on his lips.
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Hannibal definitely liked her bossy and he went back, using his tongue to bring her pleasure and his fingers to fuck her. Nothing to pressing; it was clear he was enjoying this ride for the pleasure of it.
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He did love having her on the brink, his face buried between her legs, her wetness invading his senses. He stretched it out, unwilling to let her come, teasing her on the edge.
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Hannibal smiled to himself. He had no taste for power in sex, but he did enjoy this kind of control. He did not stop any longer, and allowed her the release she craved for.
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Hannibal looked up and smiled at her and though he was composed as ever, there was something wild and predatory about the smile. "Beautiful," he complimented, breathless.
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Hannibal didn't move from his place between her legs. She was seated on the desk, so he pulled her gently so she would stand before it and turned her over. Her arse now in front of his face, he produced a small bottle of oil from his pocket. He applied some liberally on his fingers; she would already know his thoughts.
He didn't get off on her pain, but he did like that she liked having it like this.
He spread her cheeks gently. "Will you allow me this?" He asked. It was formality: she wouldn't say no to him.
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Not often. He did not want to appear weak and that sort of thing was perceived as such by many in this Realm.
But he would have her.
He applied the oil and pressd inside with a finger, knowing she would enjoy the sting.
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"Have you ever thought of taking clients, Hannibal?" she asked. "Perhaps more women would come here."
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Hannibal chuckled. "I wouldn't want to make you jealous," he teased, as he pushed through with a second finger.
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Hannibal kissed the cheek of her arse and gave it a light bite. "Sometimes," he confessed.
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"I have my favourites," Hannibal admitted. "I follow beauty." He didn't know if she knew, but he wasn't going to just confess to his attraction to Alcuin.
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"Are you ready for me?" He asked instead.
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He knew it and while he didn't enjoy hurting her, he did enjoy nog holding back.
He got up and pressed against her, then pushed inside slowly and groaned. "Gods..." He groaned and pushed through until he was buried inside her. He watched her react, her beautiful marque, her perfect shapes, and thought of Alcuin when he began funking her.
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Hannibal fucked her, gently at first, though he quickly sped up his pace. She reacted so beautifully to him and he wanted her to cry out in pleasure.
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