Hannibal

[drfeelbad]

"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?"

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[anamusebouche]

Hannibal's hand slid up. "Should I be jealous?" He teased. He was never jealous.

[phedredelaunay]

"No, but it was a welcome diversion," she said. "I hope he comes back. A good person to have on your side, too. He's.... powerful."

She let her legs fall apart slightly.

[anamusebouche]

"Not just the drunkard he appears to be?" Hannibal asked, intruiged. "Tell me more." His hand continued its way up her thigh, and pushed aside her dress.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre wet her lips. She wasn't wearing panties.

"He burned sigils into my skin," she said. "It was... amazing, a particular kind of pain and power. And I think he was well pleased, too."

[anamusebouche]

"Good," Hannibal said. "No scarring, though, I trust. Warlock sigils can hold powerful magic." His hand pushed on, his fingers found her folds.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre let out a soft groan. Remembering the night with John was making her aroused, too.

"No scarring," she said. "But let's just say I was impressed."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal never hurt her and had no wish to do so, buy he did not mind her recalling her pleasure and getting aroused by it.

He too was getting aroused by hearing her speak of what gave her pleasure. "Would you like to tell me what impressed you?" His fingers carefully parted her and tentatively touched her, lightly. He sat up and kissed her thigh.

[phedredelaunay]

See, this was one of the reasons Phedre liked Hannibal so much.

She let out a little whimper and then said, "Heat. It was like the magic was crackling through my blood like flames."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal could feel some heat coming from her now. He touched her and kissed her up her thigh. "I feel it." He parted her legs and leaned in. He kissed her and his tongue carefully parted her lips. He licked a line along her slit, tasting her.

[phedredelaunay]

Another reason she very much liked him. He was exceptionally good at this, especially for a man.

She groaned softly and slid her fingers into his hair.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal hummed, pleased, the low tones of his voice causing light vibrations. He enjoyed this greatly and she was always very responsive. His tongue found her clit and he sucked lightly.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre let out a low groan and tangled her fingers into his hair.

"See, you don't even need magic..." she sighed.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal pulled back a bit and looked up at her. "Are you comparing us?" He teased and wet a finger on his lips.

[phedredelaunay]

"It was a compliment," Phedre insisted, and tugged a little on Hannibal's hair. "You have a magic tongue, Hannibal. Show me, and then you can fuck me however you like."

[anamusebouche]

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.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre threw her head back and moaned, and her fingers tightened in his hair. "God Hannibal, more... almost... just there..."

[anamusebouche]

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.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre tightened her fingers in his hair, genuinely pulling now, and groaned in frustration. "Hannibal, please...."

[anamusebouche]

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.

[phedredelaunay]

"Oh god..." Phedre moaned as she came, throwing her head back. And then relaxed with a sigh, loosening her grip on him.

[anamusebouche]

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.

[phedredelaunay]

"Mmmmm," Phedre sighed, and licked her lips. "And now you should fuck me. However you most desire."

[anamusebouche]

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.

[phedredelaunay]

"Mmmmhmmm." It was the reason she liked it, perhaps better than most women, the sting of pain. And she also didn't mind at all giving Hannibal what he desired. It was clear enough to her at least that he liked men as well, and she had no idea how often he might actually indulge.

[anamusebouche]

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.