AN: So I have decided to make this a compilation of one-shots that kind of build their own story. Some chapters will be steamier than others, but they will still have the delectable allure of Hannibal. I do not own the rights to any characters aside from my own creations. Ratings and Reviews are much appreciated.
A curtain of steam swirled around as warm water enveloped her, raining down upon her skin. The puddle at her feet ran in a gradient river of pink and red, spiraling down the drain as she ran her hands over her body. Her head tilted back releasing a sigh of enjoyment, lips parted, welcoming the relaxation of her shower. It always made her body tight with excitement; the thrill of the hunt. Her eyes would sparkle with a predatorial malice, a rush of adrenaline through her system. The feeling of the crimson liquid upon her skin as she killed. The taste of blood, metallic and satisfying on her tongue. However, it was these moments, in her warm shower, washing away the grime of her sport, that she felt the most accomplished. She succeeded once more.
She brought one of her hands to caress her nipples, pert and hard from the warm water, biting her lower lip to suppress a moan of delight. Her other hand traipsed down her body, finding the wet tuft of curls that covered her sex, before sliding two of her fingers inside. She moaned aloud, resting her back against the cold stone wall of her shower, her thighs shaking from lust. Her clit, swollen and sensitive, throbbed as she assaulted it with her thumb, eliciting cries of pleasure from her own lips as she fucked herself on her hand. A shattering orgasm brought on from her ministrations and excitement from her previous activity wracked her body from head to toe, and as she slid her fingers out of her dripping folds, she let herself collapse onto the floor, water still raining down upon her from the shower head.
All the while her audience stood just outside the door, listening to her passionate release. Hannibal's erection was hard and throbbing, wanting to be the cause of her screams. And with that desire he could wait no more, opening the shower door and stepping into the shower, letting the steam envelope him, disguising his presence. He looked down to see her sprawled at his feet, her eyes closed in relaxation and her body spent. Hannibal grinned, kneeling down between her legs to brush his fingers along the skin of her thigh. She moved, but not enough to signify she was alert. He became more bold, prying her legs apart and bringing his mouth down to breathe in her scent. Her juices glistening in the water of the shower. He hummed, her cunt was intoxicating, and he could not help himself but to lave his tongue from one end to the other, hearing her whimper. She was still sensitive from her prior orgasm, and he smiled with a sadistic pleasure in his eyes.
"My dear Mischelle, open your eyes," he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, and she did as he commanded. Her cerulean eyes opened slowly, her body turning wantonly to welcome him closer.
"Hannibal," she sighed, his hands gripping her voluptuous hips, pulling her up onto his thighs.
He said nothing, merely staring down at her flushed features as he reached over her to turn the shower knob all the way right, the water turned scalding, and she cried out in both shock and pleasure. Lecter brought himself onto his knees, lifting her hips with him as he brought the dripping head of his cock to her drenched folds, plunging deep inside of her. Mischelle cried out, her back arching as her hair entangled itself in the drain of the shower, making her unable to move. Hannibal smirked, pounding his hips against hers, the sound of skin slapping against skin, slick from heat and water, filled his ears with the ring of her cries. He grunted in delight, feeling her toes curl against his lower back as his arms hooked under her knees, bringing his hands to squeeze her breasts as he fucked her mercilessly.
"Ha-Hannibal! Oh, God!" she screamed, the water burning her skin as he penetrated deep into her womb, each buck of his hips sending her eyes rolling into the back of her skull. His fingers tweaked her nipples, now burying himself inside of her to the hilt, and staying there for a moment, feeling her quiver around him, begging for orgasm.
"Look at me," was all he demanded, and she complied. She looked up into those dark eyes, so dead yet so full of life, and she moaned, pleading for both her release and his own. Hannibal helped her hair free of the drain, and brought his hand under her neck, pulling her torso up to be flush against his own, her legs now straight in the air in a 'V' between them, bringing him even deeper inside her if that were possible.
Mischelle felt the air in her lungs disappear at that moment, his hand still firm around the back of her neck as he stared deep into her soul. He then began to move, slow, but hard, and she could not contain the soundless cries of passion that slipped past her lips. Their skin now red as fire from the shower, Hannibal bucked his hips slowly, pulling out as far as he could, then slamming back into her. She was nothing but sensation in that moment, and he loved watching her face as she came hard in his arms, unable to make a sound from the intense pleasure he created inside of her. His orgasm followed swiftly, emptying himself deep inside of her, and then all was still.
Hannibal turned off the shower and merely held her in his arms, seeing her now completely limp from exhaustion and ecstasy.
Mischelle looked up at him with a sly smirk, "I was hoping you couldn't resist."
He chuckled lowly, "How could I? You smelled so delectable it would've been impossible. However I did not want to barge in on you until you finished, I quite enjoy dinner and a show."
She laughed then, bringing her lips to his own in a passionate kiss, tasting herself and the metallic tang of blood on his tongue, "Mmh, you enjoyed dinner then?" she inquired after they broke their kiss.
Hannibal nodded, "I believe I must let you cook every evening, especially if I get to enjoy you like this afterwards."
Mischelle grinned, "I think that can be arranged," she slid out of his arms and pushed him back against the wall, bringing herself low between his legs, "but now it's my turn to enjoy you."
Hannibal groaned, letting his head fall back against the stone as he felt her mouth sheath him completely. Yes, he thought, I could most certainly get used to this arrangement.
AN: I know this one is on the shorter side, but as I said there will be many more, some smutty like this, others more gory, others more "romantic". Let me know what you think!