A/N: Thanks again to all the readers and reviewers. Enjoy! Warning graphic scenes. This story is now rated M.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Marvel or its characters. But Ashtyn is all mines…not Erik's. (lol)
Chapter Three: Seduction
Ashtyn was a bundle of raw nerves, as she stepped aside to allow Erik entry into her apartment. Never, had she taken a stranger home with her. Yet, here they were standing in her living room. She asked if he wanted anything to drink, he politely declined. Then, she offered him a seat on the sofa and he accepted. Ashtyn took a seat, one cushion over from him. She understood the invitation to her home had implied that they were going to have sex.
No…Ashtyn wasn't a tease and had fully meant the impression that she had given him. Nonetheless, now that she was in her home with him alone, her bravo had begun to run dry. She was petrified. To ease her own nerves, she tried to begin their conversation with small talk. Whatever she was saying was so pointless, even to herself, that when he objected she couldn't find any fault in his request.
"Let's speak at a higher-level of convo." Erik proposed.
"Higher-level…convo?" Ashtyn inquired. "I'm not familiar with the concept. Enlighten me."
"Higher-level convo, is about talking about real shit that actually matters. Leaving that Blasé talk for those who are just part of the herd."
"Herd?" She giggled a nervous laugh. The way he spoke to her was so different from everyone else. She was intrigued and wanted to know more about how his mind worked. "Do you talk to everyone like this? About higher-level convo and herds?"
"I only conversate with those who are worthy of my time." He said bluntly. "You are like me, I can tell. That must be the reason why I can't stop thinking about you."
Ashtyn's heart nearly stopped. She tried to recover. Clearing her throat, she asked, "Is this a form of higher-level convo?" She said trying to sound unaffected by his declaration of his desire for her.
"Yes." He answered in a sultry tone. "But we can get so much higher; how high do you want to go?"
Ashtyn tilted her head to the side, mulling over his proposal. She felt as though she was Eve, in the Garden of Eden, and he was the serpent offering her the forbidden fruit. Damn…she wanted a taste, but everything in her being was screaming for her to stop. She was beyond tempted, she felt a wetness develop between her legs, and he had yet to even touch her. This was dangerous…he…was dangerous, and she needed to steer the convo to something else. "What about the herds, and me being like you?"
"They're the sheep of the world." He said matter-of-factly. "We are the wolves, the predators who stalk the prey at night. We aren't meant to be governed by their standards. People like us set our own rules and do as we please."
"In spite of the consequences?" Ashtyn asked, fully invested in the higher-level convo.
Erik smirked. He loved the fact that she was more intrigued by his thoughts, than repulsed. "Fuck the consequences. We will force the world to adjust to us."
Ashtyn could hear the leather of the sofa give way to his body, as he reclined. He was clearly making himself at home, and Ashtyn could only imagine what he looked like. She knew that he was tall. When he had held her in his arms she had to look upwards, quite a bit, to feel leveled to his gaze as he spoke to her. It was then that she realized that she hadn't seen what he looked like. Since they weren't wasting anytime with pleasantries, she thought that she would asked for what she wanted. "May I see you?" It was then that she heard his voice hitched. She wanted to give herself daps, for catching him off guard. She didn't need her sight to know that he hadn't expected her request. It wasn't long before he mouthed a quiet, yes.
She slid over to him, closing the distance that separated them. Her hands were steady, but her soul was deeply shaken as she reached up to lightly touch his face. Beautiful, was the word that came to her mind as her fingers glided over his rugged features. Just as she had imagined him to be, but to touch him… had nearly overwhelmed her senses. She knew that touching his face was only the beginning, there was so much more to explore. Thankfully, due to his request for higher-level convo, there were no restrictions regarding what could be asked. "May I see more?"
When Ashtyn had asked to see him. He abruptly became aware that she was going to have to touch him to do so. He had answered yes, but the smallness of his own voice had caught him by surprise; and had allowed for her to gain the upper hand. In his past dealings with the opposite sex, he had always been the dominant person. He thought that he would control his conversation with Ashtyn, in the same manner he had done with countless other women…but she was like no other woman he had ever met.
Erik was a master of seduction and would use his charm and intellect to get whoever he desired. His seduction of Angel had been simple. He had used her own insecurities against her, to disrupt her notion of truth, then he inserted his own. However, Angel wasn't the exception. Usually, it was easy for him to keep his conquests enthralled by his manner of speech alone. Truth be told, most women weren't savvy enough to keep up with his level of intelligence…or manipulation.
Though he liked Ashtyn, he found himself relying on his same ole tricks. Yet, she had managed to momentarily stun him. The smug looked that was displayed upon her face, once she had seized some level of control, had given Erik a sense of pride. She is just like me. Erik thought to himself as he felt her hands gingerly touch his face. He closed his eyes, as he allowed for himself to relax and to be coddled by her soft caresses.
Her exploration of him was so pure, that he felt somewhat unworthy of her attention. He had tried to manipulate her into getting what he had wanted, but what was it that he wanted? Did he only want Ashtyn for sex? He couldn't deny that he wanted her to hunger for him, with the same intensity in which he had hungered for her all-night long. Perhaps…there was more to it all, more than what he was willing to believe.
Ashtyn's humble and seemingly innocent request had stirred something deep within him, and it was beginning to alarm him. If he was wise he would leave and never return. However, he found himself unwilling to move. Especially, when she had asked to see more of him. With her hands on his face he nodded, giving her his blessing to continue. Her hands traveled down to his neck. He swallowed hard, as a strange tension had begun to build between them, not at all unpleasant in nature, but it was palpable.
She moved from his neck, down to the collar of his tee. She stopped, and he grimaced. If his clothing was hindering her in any way he would remedy that issue. He stilled her hands. Standing to his feet he then pulled on the hem of his shirt, pulling the material over his head. Once he was freed of it, he discarded it carelessly onto the floor. He took her by the hand, silently instructing her to stand before him. As he stood bare-chested, he reached for her hands. He held them before himself. He paused to consider all the questions that she would ask, when she discovered that he was scarred. Erik decided that she did need to see him, if she was to ever understand him. Perhaps, it was he who needed for her to know? He placed her soft hands onto his chest and watched intently as she acknowledged the texture of his skin. To his surprise, there weren't any questions, only recognition.
"The scarification ritual. It is a customary practice among West African tribesmen." She breathlessly stated. Erik smiled. Of course, she would know the significance of his scars. Her intelligence made him desire her even more. Unlike Angel, who was ignorant of African traditions. Erik had to explain everything to her from start to finish. To say the least, higher-level convo was limited with her, but it was boundless with Ashtyn.
"My father was a native of Wakanda." Erik offered. "I was born and raised here."
Ashtyn nodded in acknowledgement, as she continued her discovery. "Is it all over your body?" She asked, as if his scarring was not an oddity to her at all.
"Only on my torso. I'm as smooth as a baby's ass everywhere else." He joked. She chuckled but didn't stop touching him. He closed his eyes again, enjoying the sensation of her hands being on his body. He felt himself getting hard, he wanted her hands to go even lower. She had walked around and was now standing behind him touching his back. Erik began to unbutton his pants, as he began to pull his zipper down he felt Ashtyn's tender kisses upon his back.
Damn… He cursed to himself. She had a way of surprising him. He thought disrobing himself would had elicited some protest, or at the very least a gasp from her lips. However, she had kissed him, and it only served to make him hornier. Her kisses continued, as her hands found their way back around to his scarred chest. As she stood behind him, he could feel her body pressed firmly against his back.
"Lower." He commanded, and she obeyed. She slid her hands slowly down his chest, across his rock-hard abdomen, then down to the promise land. Wrapping her hands firmly around him, she began to pump. He let out a feral growl. Her touch made him feel as though all the other women who he had been with were amateurs, she instantly knew how he needed her to stroke him. She continued to kiss him, as she continued caressing.
Erik had become lost in the moment. His thoughts were a total mess and it was all her doing. Between Ashtyn's body rubbing up against his, her soft lips and tongue on his back, and her skilled hands working him over. He came with such a ferocity that it was beyond any level of ecstasy that he had ever known was even possible. His breath vacated his lungs in a rush. He had to brace his hands onto his knees to keep from tumbling over. He heard a soft giggle from behind him and was reminded of the devious woman, who had caused him to become discombobulated. She had done it now.
"Bedroom, now." He demanded. Ashtyn's giggles quickly faded. Surely, she had become aware that her actions were going to have some severe consequences, and didn't he not tell her earlier fuck the consequences.
