Disclaimer: This is a work of fanFICTION based on the NOBLESSE series. I do not own Noblesse, I am simply borrowing the (pretty) characters for my own nefarious purposes. This ficcy is pure smut. Don't like, don't read. Enjoy!
A/N #1: As mentioned earlier, this is pure porn. It has very little, if any, relevance to the characters themselves or the overarching storyline.
The iron bar was locked in place between her knees, the spreader bar keeping them apart by the same mechanism that kept the creature's ankles bound together-an iron T-bar that kept her ankles bound together, attached to a padlock.
He casually sipped from the chalice, before turning back to regard her. Edian's vision was completely obscured by the blindfold, which was several inches thicker than the usual material, extending well past her cheekbones.
Her arms were tied in place behind her back by the unforgiving wire, which cut ribbons into her fore- and hind- arms. Her wrists were bound by a flexible cotton material.
Droplets flecked the floor, running over the ends of beautiful, petite fingertips.
If it had been wound any tighter, her arms would surely have become dislocated at the elbow joints.
Raizel repressed a near-murderous flash of irritation and reluctantly moved to answer the door, dismissing thoughts of murder-of Frankenstein's all-too-sorry, bloodied-to-a-pulp, mangled, and otherwise-severely-mutilated form from his mind.
...and thus, the Noblesse picked up where he left off with his slave.
He was nothing if not magnanimous, he decided.
Frankenstein's eyes were met by a far from unwelcome sight. A voluptuous female form was kneeling in the center of the room.
Soft blonde hair brushed past her shoulder blades as she leaned forwards in an attempt to lick the bloody residue off the tips of his boots. A cute pink tongue flecked out and ran itself along the stitches in the leather.
Frankenstein's eyes remained riveted, for several seconds on the juncture between her thighs. With tremendous (read: impossible) effort, he reigned in the uncontrollable desire, and instead apologized profusely, bowed, and left the room. If he wanted him to join in the fun, he would certainly offer.
Frankenstein thereafter briefly slammed his forehead against the handle of the cart, realizing the incredible fallacy of his assumptions. Who was to say that his eternally silent Master would go through such lengths?
A slight chuckle was the only response. He supposed that was enough of a go-ahead.
He watched as the slut continued sucking on his Master's fingers. He occasionally tweaked her tongue and shoved his hand to the back of her throat, gagging her while simultaneously fondling an ample breast.
Frankenstein nudged her thighs apart with his shoe, dragging it, thereafter, against her cunt, followed by a light, bruising kick. thereafter, in her cunt. He ultimately moved to undo the padlock, using the key on the dresser.
He watched as she moved to straddle Raizel's lap. Both men were fully clothed.
Edian was still straddling his(Raizel's) lap, smooth, creamy thighs chafing against rough denim.
He eventually slid her to the floor, inverted, having the wench support herself on her palms.
