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Edelgard has the prettiest little pussy between her legs. She shaves away the hair from around the lips (for her boyfriend,) leaving a little strip of brown hair above it so she doesn’t look that young. The skin flushes pink like her cheeks when Dimitri gets her worked up, and the opening grows visibly wet when he rubs his knuckles against her. Nevertheless, he isn’t allowed. Not even with his fingers. It’s for God, like their parents have always taught them. By those same rules Dimitri isn’t allowed to touch himself (neither is she,) and so they make do touching each other. That was how it had been in the beginning, escalating over time but the longer it went on she still would never let him put it in there.
He wasn’t allowed to do it. He can look if he wants to, rub himself there, but he isn’t allowed inside of it.
She’s pink and swollen from his hands playing with her clit and grinding his knuckles against (not in to , ) her. He pulls his hand back then slaps her pussy with his open palm, making his step sister yelp out in surprise.
“Dimitri,” she says. She’s breathier than ever, bent over the arm of the sofa. They’re in the basement lounge of the home, where the video games and pool table and family computer are. It was the same couch that they’d wrestled on as children over games of Mario Party. Now they’re both half naked. She’s wearing his hockey jersey, with Blaiddyd in all capitals on the back. Her sweatpants and panties are down around her ankles, obscuring her little feet and painted toenails. Dimitri slaps her again and when she bucks to try and get out from underneath him he pushes his other hand into her long hair. He grips it tight and shoves her face into the worn old leather.
“Shut up.”
He’s done with her bitching at him today. Their parents are gone for the night, there was no reason to stay quiet or secretive. When she whines and reaches up to claw her painted nails into his wrist he grits his teeth tight and yanks on her hair harder. He lifts his hand, but this time to slap her round bottom. It blossoms into red under his palm almost as soon as he makes contact. He rubs across her pussy briefly before slapping her ass again across the same spot. Then the other cheek. Then under the curve of her, more over her thigh. All the while she whines and huffs and scratches welts into his wrist. He doesn’t care. He’s not allowed to fuck her pussy.
Dimitri can barely remember why he got so angry. It happens sometimes. His temper will flare up and he’ll see red. Usually it ends up with his fist (or his whole arm,) through a wall and twenty stitches from his wrist to his elbow. This time it ended with him slapping Edelgard in the mouth.
She knows it’s her fault. She riled him up in the wrong way. She kept needling him about being jealous until he’d snapped and slapped her. It wasn’t the worst thing he could do, but he’s so strong that she can still feel her teeth rattle as her cheek throbs. Like most things when they’re alone together it had shifted quickly into sex. He’d grabbed her, shoved her down onto the couch, then yanked her pants and underwear down.
Edelgard wonders if she was in over her head a little bit. She always liked to think she could control him, everything about him. When it came to his strength though, not so much. Now he’s holding her down and he’s violent and he’s so obviously turned on. Edelgard knows it isn’t fair to him, that she pretends to be normal with her boyfriend and her regular life at school. That outside of him, no one else knew their strange relationship. Dimitri wasn’t so lucky. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t just be open about his feelings for men . He only had her and the contrast of their lives made his blood boil under the surface until it burst.
He was jealous . Jealous of everything she had and he couldn’t. He brings his hand down against her again and she gasps into the couch as he hits her bare pussy. It stings so much now it’s throbbing for reasons other than being turned on, but squeezing her legs together doesn’t do much to help. She’s bare and defenseless and he’s pulling on her hair hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Edelgard breathes in and tries to settle down, knowing he wouldn’t actually hurt her. On purpose . By accident remained to be seen.
“ Dee ,” she pleads, reaching back with both hands now to try and get him to loosen his grip. She can feel the veins in his wrist and if she presses her thumb hard to them she can tell his heart is racing as fast as her own. When his palm comes down on her again, the slap audible and ringing in her ears, she bucks her hips up with a groan and squirms. The motion doesn’t do much except free her feet from her tangle of clothes around them. She thinks for a moment then feels around with her foot on the floor until she finds his ankles. He likes her feet, he always grabs them or tickles them. She presses her toes to the tops of his own on the carpeted floor and slides up into his pant legs, trying to tease him and settle him down.
“It’s OK,” she lifts her hips up in a show of submission, feeling drool run out of the corner of her mouth and into the sofa. If her face is visibly swollen what would she tell her mother later, or Lambert? Dimitri’s next slap drives the thought out of her mind but she notices it’s just a little gentler. It’s more how she likes, rough but not violent. That’s what she needs him to be right now, so she keeps rubbing him with her feet. “Do you want me to suck it?”
“I want to fuck you.” His voice is deep and lusty. She shivers at the idea of it and behind her, Dimitri watches her wet pussy clench. The wink of her asshole is distracting every time he brings his hand down onto her and her body spasms at the shock of it. Both of her holes should belong to him , he knows it . Not to Claude , not to any of the random men she taunts online with her body. When his hand touches her again she jumps and winces but he just palms overtop her pussy, rubbing into the wetness there.
“You can’t, not until–” She gasps out the words, swallowing back the saliva in her mouth. She can feel the hair on his legs with her toes. “Not until we get married .”
He groans at the words. He’s rock hard in his own sweatpants, cock straining against navy fabric that matches the jersey she was wearing. Slowly he lets go of her hair but instead his hand curls around the back of her neck to keep her where she is. Her cunt throbs at the feeling of him squeezing down, of his nails digging prick points into her skin. She can picture the muscles flexing in his arm as he holds her down, how his abs would clench up due to how hard he was breathing. It makes her so wet . Her own breath starts to catch and she turns her head to rest her sore cheek into the couch so it’s easier. He’s not choking her, but the pressure on her neck is enough.
“Shut up,” he tells her again, with less vitriol behind it this time. “You can’t tell me that. Not when you– Not if you–”
“I don’t fuck Claude, if that’s what you’re asking,” she snaps at him before he can accuse her of anything else. Then she gasps and moans outright as his calloused fingers rub into her swollen clit. They had to be creative, because they couldn’t just do it . Dimitri had gotten good with his hands and his mouth, just like she had. He rolls her clit in his fingers until she whines, feeling a flutter deep in her stomach at the sensation. The throb of his spanking makes her feel raw and vulnerable, and he’s teasing her so much she has to wiggle under his hold. So he pinches and makes her yelp, once again trying to buck out of his grip.
“I want it to be me,” he tells her, huffing out a breath. She looks so good sprawled out on the couch like this. For him . Only him, he wishes . He hates how she has a boyfriend and how they have to keep everything secret and how no one else can ever know. How could she try to butter him up with the idea of marriage?
He does want to marry Edelgard. He will someday, somehow. They would get married and they would be so happy and he would finally get to fuck her wet, swollen cunt . Dimitri brings his palm down again, spanking her between her legs over it and her swollen clit and her little winking asshole. He sucks drool in through his teeth, and puts a knee up on the arm of the sofa beside her hip. Edelgard, gasping as tears flood her eyes from the pain, uses the opportunity to wrap both of her legs around the one he still has planted on the floor. She pushes her feet against the back of his thigh and arches her ass up, trying to rub into the crotch of his pants.
Dimitri moves his hand from her neck to shove her down by the shoulders instead and gives her pussy a few more smacks in retaliation. He listens to her whine and moan, watches her painted fingernails dig into the leather of the sofa. She leaves a wet mark on his sweatpants as she squirms against him. He puts his hand down onto her reddened cheeks and she squeaks, feeling his thumb resting right against her pucker.
“What if it’s me?” He asks her in that same gravelly voice. Her asshole twitches against the pad of his thumb. “What if I just stuck it in, El?”
“Don’t,” she demands, and kicks at the back of his leg and his tight, flat ass as best she can in protest. “Dimitri, you can’t–!”
“Not there,” he’s the one who cuts her off this time. She hears him spit and her eyes go wide as she feels it hit her asshole. “Here. That doesn’t count, right? Or did someone do it first already?”
He’s mad because she kissed Claude when he dropped her back off at their house. She leaned down into the window of his car and kissed him under the light of the front porch. Claude, sly as ever, had gotten a good grope of her tits in as they made out. When he pulled her top up she had laughed, then smacked him and said goodnight. She had finally straightened herself out and stepped away from the car, waving to him as he left. Then she had noticed Dimitri standing there on the porch, leaning against one of the ornate beams holding up the roof. The look on his face had told her all she needed to know about why Claude’s tires had screeched out of the driveway as he made a tactical retreat.
Edelgard isn’t sure who he’s more jealous of. Claude for being able to date her openly or her for being able to openly date Claude. Definitely the first, probably the second. She gasps in a breath as his thumb rubs against her tight asshole, mind racing. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done things with Claude before, things you were supposed to do with your boyfriend. They kissed and touched and she sucked his dick when he pestered her for it. She’d even let him eat her out once, while she held onto his hands to make sure he didn’t get any idea of where to stick them. Dimitri didn’t understand, any time she let a man tease her opening or rub his fingers against her slick… It was only ever him. He was the only one who got any of her firsts . It was how their relationship had always been since the very beginning.
“Dimitri I swear to God if you don’t let me up so I can breathe I’m going to pass out,” she says as quickly as she can muster.
That gets through to him at least. She didn’t want to pass out thinking about Claude , especially with her brother’s thumb teasing her asshole. Who knew what sort of dumb things he would do before realizing she was knocked out? When he takes his hand off her back she pushes her arms under herself and holds herself a bit more upright as she gasps in air. It wasn’t like he was doing anything against her will. Nothing serious like that. She just felt like she needed to get some kind of control back from him. If she let him smack her and spank her, throw her around and fuck her then she’d lose everything she could hold over him. Behind her Dimitri takes the opportunity to push the waist of his sweats down his hips and curls a hand around his cock, stroking it against her asshole while he touches her with his other hand.
“I still want to,” he tells her, instead of sorry. She rubs makeup and tears from her eyes before she can manage to roll them properly. He can’t take his gaze off of her beneath him, cheeks red, pussy swollen and dripping. Every time he rubs her asshole just right it clenches up like she’s kissing his thumb. Dimitri can barely stand it, he wants to hold her down and rut his cock into her until she squeals. He can’t get the idea out of his head. He thought about it at school and at home, he thought about it every time she teased him. He thought about it every time he saw her make out with her boyfriend . He thought about it at church. Edelgard lets go of him with her legs and tries to turn herself over but only manages to slide down further onto the couch.
“Well you’re not doing it with spit , Dimitri. This isn’t a porno.”
She crawls forward as best she can away from him but he takes her hips in his hands and yanks her right back, his cock dragging through her asscheeks as he does it.
“What then? Lotion, or something?”
A bit more clear headed, Dimitri looks around the room for a bottle like that. He finally decides to let her go to head over to the bathroom in the basement, and she can hear him rummaging around for things messily. He’s too horny to fully come back to reality.
“Not lotion,” she hisses, thinking of how badly it would sting… though she wouldn’t be opposed to it being rubbed into her sore cheeks later on. She’d make him do it. He’d owe it to her. “Vaseline, Dimitri.”
Edelgard manages to turn herself over, though she keeps her hips propped up by the arm of the couch. It’s better than putting her weight on her ass right now. Dimitri was too strong to spank her like that when he was angry. She rubs her sore pussy, wondering if she should go through with this. She could slap him, kick him, tell him to leave her alone and go to her room. Something in her wants it though. She’s never let a man use anything but her mouth. Her pussy throbs under her fingers at the idea of it. He’s so big , would she even be able to walk after it? She hates that he’s smacked her so many times, her clit is so raw she can barely touch it.
Dimitri returns with the tiniest tub of vaseline Edelgard has ever seen. She wonders what it’s even doing in the bathroom down here. He tosses it down onto her, between her tits, and grabs her hips again. He’s stroking his cock in one hand like he can’t wait any longer and belatedly she realizes he can’t get the cap off.
“You’re a mess,” she tells him and the glare he gives her in response is almost enough to quiet her. She digs her long nail under the seam and pops the vaseline open. “Dimitri, you have to be careful , OK? Don’t– hmm , tear me open or something. Got it?”
She asks him twice, because she knows he’s not listening to a lot of things right now. He pushes her legs up so her pussy and asshole aren’t obstructed by anything and slaps his free hand against the back of her thigh. Edelgard winces at the sting of it but when she kicks him he just grabs her ankle in his big hand.
“Stop being a bitch,” he grunts, and puts her toes in his mouth. She squeals at the warm, wet feeling of his tongue as he sucks and licks at her, squirming and kicking with her other foot to make him stop. He finally pops his mouth off of her pedicured foot with a wet noise and she groans at the weird sticky feeling of his spit between the digits. She shoves it against his face when he’s done, smearing his drool under his eye. Then he pushes her down by the ankle and grabs for the vaseline.
“You’re… whatever, it doesn’t matter,” she says, even if she wants to win whatever argument is brewing. The last thing she needs is him being violent and unpredictable if he wants to fuck her ass. So instead she draws her legs up against her chest to present herself to him while he smears his thumb into the vaseline.
Edelgard squeals when he pushes it inside her, his rough thumb curling into her tight hole to the first joint. She can feel his whole palm against her pink pussy while he pushes inside her ass and for a moment her insides flutter terribly trying to get used to the feeling of it. She’s thought about it before, watched videos of it before in the dark of her room late at night while she touched her clit. It always seemed easier than it actually was in real life, she realizes. Dimitri’s fingers are thick and as he rocks the digit inside of her she wills herself to relax.
What is she doing? Why is she letting him do this to her so suddenly? She’d always imagined their sex would be more… romantic than Dimitri holding her down in the basement and whining about not getting to fuck her. Another curl of his thumb makes her see stars and pushes the thought from her mind. It feels good alongside the tight feeling of stretching her open. Her hips squirm at the sensation and she ends up planting her feet on his chest. Dimitri grips her thigh in his free hand to push her legs open a little more. Not only for convenience but because he figures it might ease the stretch of it. When he pops his thumb out of her he inspects it for a moment.
“D-don’t look at it like that!” She huffs in a breath, her cheeks pinker than ever. For some reason it’s worse than him sticking his fingers in her or spanking her or whatever else. “I’m not dirty, Dimitri!”
“I didn’t say you were,” he shakes his head and rubs his thumb across her asshole again. She’s tightened back up just from being indignant. She’s such a brat. He smears more vaseline on his fingers and pushes two against the tight ring of her hole this time. Edelgard takes a breath in through her nose and shifts a little to ready herself. He gives a pause to let her know he is thinking about it, just enough, before he starts to push them inside. Not as roughly as his thumb, works the tips of his fingers inside of her before starting to delve deeper. The stretch hurts at first but the more Edelgard relaxes the more she can focus on how good the rub feels.
She’s lost in the sensation of it for a while, while Dimitri works her open. Her heart is still racing but for a different reason now, and it gives her sore pussy time to recover. When his fingers slip in to the third knuckle she lets out a soft little noise that makes his cock twitch. He twists his fingers and rubs into the same spot until she makes it again, watching her pussy flutter and clench between her legs. She’s so wet he could have fit his cock right inside of her with a single push. He wouldn’t have to stretch her open like he was doing with her ass if she just let him slide into her cunt. He could take her, take all of her. Make her his.
In the back of his mind Dimitri knows better. They don’t have condoms. They didn’t talk about it beforehand. She wants to “stay a virgin,” for her own reasons beyond what God said. He would never actually do it without her permission. He wants to look into her gorgeous, violet eyes as she takes him by the cock. As she presses it against herself, begging to give him her virginity. So only he could have it.
So when he presses his cock against her pussy it’s just to tease. He rubs the length of it through her lips, her slick clinging to him.
“Dimitri–”
“I know.”
He thinks she’s urging him not to put it in her pussy, and she kind of is, but the slide of him drives her wild. Between the feeling of his fingers in her ass and the heat and weight of his cock rubbing against her clit and her folds almost makes her come on its own. She’s overwhelmed by the new sensation of being penetrated, of feeling something in there . She’s already oversensitive from the spanking and tries to squirm away from him more than once. Dimitri’s grip on her is still tight and he pulls her right back, further onto the length of his fingers. Edelgard breathes out in desperation, feeling her insides flutter and she shakes into her first orgasm without even realizing what’s coming.
“ Fuck! Dimitri!”
Dimitri groans as he feels her hole clench down on his fingers. He can feel her heartbeat inside of her ass. Her pussy is wetter than ever as he rubs his cock against her and watches his sister spasm beneath him. In that moment more than anything in the world, he wants to be inside of her. The blond removes his fingers from her abruptly and watches the hole gape around the shape they had made. He shudders a little and fists a messy amount of vaseline over the length of his cock. When Edelgard manages to open her eyes again, her entire body thrumming in pleasure as she gasps in breath, she sees Dimitri standing over her with his dick pressed to her ass. She doesn’t know if she’s ready, she knows how big he is–! It’s too big for her, she thinks, and then feels him push the head inside.
The sting of it feels hot and tight, like she’s going to rip. On the other hand, the weight of him is something she didn’t think about before this. His cock has a heft to it, the girth of it just barely slides inside her tight ring of muscle. Edelgard puts her hands up, the long sleeves of his hockey jersey falling down around her elbows, and slaps them against what she can reach of his chest. She remembers. She had come inside the house taunting him about being jealous of Claude. Then she’d passed the laundry in the hall and spotted his jersey in the hamper, crumpled up from his practice that day. When she had come back downstairs from getting changed, she had put the smelly thing on with her sweatpants because she knew he liked seeing her in it. To make up for taunting him about Claude, maybe. Right now the smell of him was going straight to her head.
Edelgard’s toes crack as she kicks her legs helplessly, Dimitri’s cock slipping deeper and deeper inside of her with every slight push of his hips forward. Her painted nails dig into him again when her hands find his wrists to hold onto him– onto something – as he takes her. She breathes in, the heady scent of his sweat and cologne all around her now as she tries to think of anything besides the cock in her ass. It feels like too much, it feels good, it feels too tight, it feels wet and warm and her pussy is drooling down over the length of him alongside the vaseline. When her feet press against his chest again Dimitri just wraps one arm around her legs as leverage and just like that all of him is inside of her. She can feel the press of his heavy balls against her round, spanked bottom. She huffs out a breath, like he’s knocked the wind out of her. Then, somehow, peace of mind comes to her. The stretch is overwhelming but it’s good . It doesn’t hurt so much it’s tearing, and the heaviness of his cock inside of her is more thrilling than she could have ever imagined.
When he feels her relax around him, Dimitri lets out a groan. He’s not so angry he would keep it up if she was hurting, and the clench of her had nearly been too much for him to handle anway. Now as she loosens around him just that much it made all the difference for the both of them. The grip around him changes and so does the heat. She feels warmer somehow, more inviting.
“Th-there, you–”
She can’t even manage to tell him she’s ready before he starts moving. The feeling of him pulling out of her makes her eyes widen before closing altogether. It doesn’t hurt, per say, but it’s so different Edelgard isn’t sure how to react. She tries to breathe, like all the videos about anal online said to do, and to her surprise it does help a lot. She stays calm and rides the strange wave of tight, near painful pleasure. Maybe it was because she had already come once, but her body was opening up for him with each slide of his cock in and out. Soon he had found a pace, however clumsy, and it was all Edelgard could think about. In and out, in and out. When Dimitri leaves her legs go to put one hand on the top of the couch for balance, they fall to either side of him submissively. She felt sort of like a ragdoll beneath him.
Edelgard brings her hands up to her face reflexively. She doesn’t know if it’s because she feels shy or because she feels overwhelmed. She pulls the sleeves of his jersey down and presses the fabric over her mouth and nose, like she needs to hide the little noises she’s making. However muffled they’re music to Dimitri’s ears. Tiny breathy sounds like he’s pushing them out of her with his cock. She whines outright at a particularly deep thrust and her body shakes all over. It makes her legs feel numb. The scent of his jersey calms her down and makes her heart pound all at the same time.
“Dimitri– ooooh …”
It makes pride curl in his chest to see her this way beneath him. He could finally take a bit more of the virginity she held onto so tightly, even if it “didn’t count”. He feels like he could ride the sensation of her squeezing and twining around his cock forever. He could hold her there, fuck her endlessly, make all of her his. His and no one else’s. The position they’re in gives Dimitri a wonderful view of her. The jersey is riding up enough he can see her flushed belly but the fabric and her arms hides the curve of her tits. The insides of her thighs are pink from slapping the skin, same as her pretty pussy between them. She’s swollen and raw but she’s practically gushing with juices. He wants to make her come just like this, ignorant to the fact she already had.
“You’re mine,” he groans, the slap of his skin against her audible as he thrusts harder inside. She whines at the feeling, the rings of muscle in her ass spasming around him. “Just mine, El , don’t– don’t forget it.”
How could she ever?
“Just mine,” he says again, and again. Like a mantra as he fucks into her, Dimitri starts to babble above her the way he does when he’s close to coming. The sight of her pussy is too much, he wishes– Dimitri wishes he could plunge his cock in there instead. He’d fuck her as hard and as deeply as he could. He’d fill her up and make her his, so no one else could have her. She would be his wife, she would be his other half, his soulmate . If he got her pregnant, who could tell them no? She wouldn’t be able to date anyone else anymore . “All mine, El, just mine! ”
Without realizing it, Dimitri surges forward and wraps his hands around her throat. It takes a few seconds for Edelgard to register it, the sensation in her ass is too distracting. She feels like his cock might be in her brain one moment, the next she feels his strong and calloused hands around her neck. She chokes back a breath too late and moves her hands from her mouth to curl back around his wrists. They’re trapped in fabric and slide too much to give her much hold, not that she stands a chance against Dimitri’s strength anyway. She can only writhe under his grip, and it makes her body clamp down tighter onto him in her panic.
Dimitri is pounding into her now. His palms press down against her windpipe and her heart beats even faster than ever. His cock is heavy and it’s deep, it’s all she can think about. His hands are around her neck, he’s squeezing down, she needs to panic. Her legs are numb, she can’t kick at him to make him stop. Her arms curl around his desperately, her whole body is starting to shake. His cock is big, it’s deep. The slap of his skin is making her sensitive, spanked ass and thighs throb in the best way.
“You’re mine,” gasps above her, “you’re mine, you’re mine–”
He’s choking me out , Edelgard thinks, realizes she can’t speak. He’s just using me to get off .
She comes again just as she’s starting to feel lightheaded. She might pass out but she’s coming with his dick in her ass and it’s the most intense orgasm she’s ever had. Edelgard coughs, chokes out a moan, drowning in her own spit. Her face is throbbing where he’d slapped her earlier and she feels like he’s about to break her neck and she’s coming . Somewhere in all of it Dimitri loses any other semblance of control he has of himself. He ruts into her as deep as he can, cock pistoning away at her insides, and then he comes too. It’s incredible, absolutely amazing, leagues better than coming into her hand or even her mouth. He wants to keep coming and coming and coming until they both pass out or die, whichever comes first.
Then he lets her go and Edelgard gags in breath. Sucking the drool down her throat almost makes her throw up and she has to force herself to sit up just enough to spit it out. Dimitri’s cock is still inside of her as he heaves in breaths of his own, the same hands that had choked her now curled harmlessly against her thighs. She wants to slap him and hit him and punch him in the face for doing something like that without any warning. At the same time, she wonders if she could go even longer next time and come on his cock while she was passing out. What was wrong with her? No, no. What was wrong with him?!
“Take it out,” she gasps, her voice ragged. She reconsiders quickly, “w-wait, don’t! Don’t move, it’s… Fuck, what is wrong with you?”
Dimitri gulps down some spit of his own, his mind clearer now that he’d gotten off. He sees the tears in her eyes and how red her face is. He’s sure it’s going to leave marks around her throat too. He’ll get in trouble for it, their parents will know they’ve been… fighting. He gasps above her, his blond hair stringy with sweat as it all hangs down over his forehead out of place from the motion of sex.
“I-I’m sorry,” he says once he collects himself a little better. He had taken it a step too far, probably ruined their first time together. “I was too rough, I didn’t… think.”
“You didn’t,” she sighs out. Her mascara is running away from her eyes as she looks up at him, violet eyes critical as always. Their ragged breathing fills the room as they look at each other. He moves his hands to either side of her head on the couch and then kisses her.
She kisses him back like she’s dying. Her arms curl around him, it suddenly so necessary he holds her and kisses her and reassures her everything is fine. Her fingernails push into his messy hair and hold him there on top of her as they kiss between gasping for air. Her legs still feel like she can’t move them and the throb in her ass is getting more painful the longer he stays inside of her. Even with all of that Edelgard doesn’t let go of him, kissing him back over and over as he searches for more. His arms wrap around her shoulders first, then her back. With a squeak of surprise and a little pain against his lips, she feels him lift her up.
Soon he’s standing with her in his arms, holding her against his chest and kissing her just as deeply while he pulls her up enough to slide off of his cock. They both make a noise of discomfort at the sensation. She feels so open and vulnerable she wonders if she’ll feel normal ever again, her heart beating fast as she clings around his neck. Finally, with a gasping breath, Edelgard turns her head from his kisses and hides her face under his chin.
“You didn’t think at all,” she reiterates and Dimitri frowns. He knows she’s right and so he doesn’t argue. He holds her tight still, one arm curling under her bottom to hold her more securely. He walks with her toward the bathroom before any of their mess can leak out onto the couch or floor more than it already has. When she hears his feet on the tile she sighs out in relief. “Y-yeah… a shower’s a good idea.”
“Don’t worry, I have you,” he tells her when he leans to turn on the tap. He’s strong enough to hold her in one arm and as she slowly relaxes she finds herself draping against him like a wet towel. She opens her eyes as she feels the heat of the water steam up against her skin, starting to get hot, and lets her arms dangle over his shoulders. Now she really felt like a ragdoll. Dimitri groans when he feels her drag her nails up his back, scratching his skin. The sensation is delicious. “I have you… I’m so sorry, El.”
The bathroom in the basement is smaller than the ones upstairs but it’s still a roomy walk-in shower. Dimitri loses his sweats somewhere on the floor and toes off his socks before sitting her down on the toilet with so much care it’s a shocking difference from his earlier violent attitude. That’s what she loves about him though, that he can be so gentle and so careful when he’s trying to be. She frowns at the sensation of his come dripping out of her now, feeling… Strange and vulnerable still, but she giggles a little anyway when he tugs his jersey up and off of her body. He’s even too delicate about unhooking her bra, feeling his clumsy hands shaking a little as he fiddles around with it.
Boys were so dumb. She leans against his chest as he finally gets it off of her and the silky thing joins the rest of their clothes near the door.
“You’re going to clean up all the mess,” she tells him as her cheek presses into his warm, sweaty skin. Dimitri doesn’t have hair on his chest like Claude does, it feels nice and smooth against her sore face. “And you’re going to order us something to eat while you watch a movie with me.”
“Something sweet?” He offers, rubbing his hands down over her back. He feels her shiver and hopes it’s only from the cold sweat drying on their skin.
“Dinner and dessert,” she demands, even though she already ate with Claude. Dimitri probably hasn’t eaten anything yet. “Maybe some sushi… definitely sorbet.” She’d made him pay for two different restaurants, it was what she deserved. “Rub lotion all over me too, when we get out.”
“OK.” He agrees without any kind of argument, squeezing her tight to his chest. He lingers there a moment longer, holding her against him like he’s trying to apologize with his body too. She scratches up along his back again and lifts her head away from his chest when he relents. Her makeup is smeared there now. She kind of likes how it looks on his skin. He had left his marks all over her, she’d have to get him back by the end of the night. They would both have to wear turtlenecks for a week.
Dimitri picks her up again and gets into the shower, so she can lean against him as she tries to stand for the first time. Her knees buckle right away so he holds her by the waist to keep her upright.
“Just hold onto me, El,” he tells her, grabbing the soap with one hand. “I’ll take care of everything. I’ll wash you up, then get the mess taken care of. Use my phone to order whatever you like. Then I can give you a massage while we wait for the food.”
Because she was his, all his. And he couldn’t bear the thought of her resenting him. It was terrifying to consider he was becoming too rough and violent to love. He had to do better next time, he knew that, even if there was a silent agreement in the air that everything had turned out fine.
Edelgard hides her face against his neck as his soapy hands rub over her sore, spanked ass and thighs first. She can’t help but feel embarrassed as he cleans between her legs, even if it’s his mess. When he rubs a finger up inside of her to dig out more of his come she moans indignantly, fingernails clutching at the skin of his shoulders. It feels gross now, and sore. The opposite of sexy. She puts her feet more firmly on the ground again and tries to hold herself up so she can do that part herself. Edelgard still ends up having to lean against him weakly, but at least the numbness in her legs is receding a bit. His finger comes back out of her and he swipes between her legs with the soap again a few more times. The spray of the water feels amazing when he leans back and she can hog all of it on her own.
His fingers rub over her skin to help the water wash away any mess left over. She doesn’t even care that he's getting her hair wet, it doesn’t matter right now.
“Dimitri?” She says, lifting her chin to look up at him. He rubs soap off his hand before cupping her face and she feels his wet thumb rub under her eye. He’s probably trying to do something about her smudged makeup.
“Yeah, El?”
He looks so sad and stupid, like he’s terrified of messing anything else up. Edelgard can’t help but give him a smile, leaning away from his hand and pressing a wet kiss to his mouth. She stays on her tiptoes as long as her weak legs can manage, then leans back into his chest.
“Love you.”
“I love you so much, El.”
“I know.”