Chapter Two
'Caught'
'Feuer und Wasser' by Rammstein
Alina's feet were crossed behind the footrest as she sat in a very comfortable chair but that not to say she was at ease. Ada and the rest were just putting the last make up touch ups... Her hair grew ten centimeters thanks to the lengthy, fiery extensions, a lovely glow illuminated the pallor shade of her skin thanks to the artist's special concoction... Yet what made her quiver was that all she wore was the skin color thong concealed by what were actual lake weeds. Nothing covered her breasts but her hair. Yes Heitmann really meant it alright...
Jörn walked in startling her out her thoughts.
"Ada! A master of your trade!" He patted the Frau's shoulder leaning forth towards Alina.
"You look great! Ready?"
She had read the outline while in makeup. They filmed the monks on the road now was her scene, time to be dunked in the lake.
"Das Wasser ist kalt, aber nicht zu viel." He smiled warmly. "Everyone's waiting, come!"
With the light blanket draped over her shoulders Jörn hooked his arm under hers leading Alina out the tent.
A chilled spring air tickled her exposed limbs. Now the reality of being almost completely nude hit her as she clutched the director's arm.
To avoid the complete embarrassment get yourself together woman... or you might be banished from Germany..! The head was literally teeming with silly thoughts.
There was a horse-drawn cart to transport the band members as monks on their journey. With the corner of her eye she noticed Paul give a nod in her direction and still couldn't help her cheeks morphing a shade of bright pink. So many pairs of eyes were on her... Till stepped forth and at that moment she nearly spun and ran into the aforementioned bushes but her legs again were made of boneless fluff. The frontman approached deliberately as if floating on a cloud or was it just her brain?
Unlike his mates clothed in brown monk robes the future friar was still dressed in a black trousers and a top to mimic medieval royalty, not without a touch of his style the garment was decorated in metal rivets. The raven black hair were slicked back to form a small ponytail at the top back.
He took one of her hands, bent over and kissed it. The warm, moist lis pressed into her skin staying there for a moment ushering the goosebumps up her arm. The boyish, cheeky light in his eyes made her form a smirk of her own. The gesture somehow eased the anxiety a bit.
Damn it he doesn't have to try to be charming...
The fingers of the other hand acquired minds of their own lifting up to cup his cheek. She felt as if she was getting into the role but that boldness astonished even herself. Perhaps being nearly nude was really getting to her.
Someone whistled... Alina looked up to see Flake wink. Are they all in on this?
Till straightened making her feel extra tiny. She dared herself to look up... His gaze was glued to her as if he was reading a book, that book was her body... The stomach exploded with whatever feelings that had just plummeted in there. Oh yes this all is just a dream. An insane euphoria induced haze her deranged mind had conjured...
Heitmann came up explaining a few things.
Alina approached the lake wadding in. "Mother of God!" She leaped out bitten by the frigid waters. Snickering resounded aback and she spun and narrowed her eyes with a bashful smile.
Finally brave enough to submerge she felt her torso in goosebumps, the gelid fluid chilled to the bone, took her breath away sending tremors up her entire frame yet after a while it had become numbened, the feel was liberating, relaxing...
The cameras began to roll. She floated, long hair resembling an otherworldly web, swam through the water lilies... That was about all she had to do. Oh yes and try not to look directly at the camera...
Someone was peeking through the trees and the nymph came to a stop, there was no one and she spun away. The figure of the man clothed in black appeared. He inched closer watching her swim through the waters, eyes came to their jade light, fists balled at the sides. The camera followed along with him. The female rested on the sand bank still unaware someone was after her...
"Cut." Jörn came up behind Till. "Sehr gut."
"I was thinking... When you grab Alina and she struggles at first give it all you've got, a real thing, you caught her, she doesn't want to be caught... Ja?" Heitmann stepped out of the shot and Alina eyed Till's arms and hands, yes try to escape from that... The woman exhaled audibly, her breath wafting away in the cloud of steam. This was real now...
"Action."
She leaned towards the lake and his frame hit her, arms came like a vice around her upper body. Taken by the reality of it she froze at the first moment... Shocking how incredibly real it was... Something flipped inside her brain, like a switch that turned off the lights... She shrieked, writhed and pushed with all her limbs, her hair lashed askew across his face, the heaving breath on her neck. Her own became more labored, she really exerted herself but in truth there is no way she could ever get away from Till if he used his full strength. The palms on her torso began to roam...
The frontman in is turn disappeared in his role completely. His hands wandered up to her breasts, first stroking, then squeezing with more strength. The male in lust getting his hands on one he was after...
"Wehr dich nicht." He huffed, nearing to her ear.
Her peripheral vision still registered the others but the minute the body behind came to touch hers all was a different reality. Could he be that good? Portray lust so well? Thoughts scrambled as the persistent warmth of his palms came over her breasts. Her breathing was nothing but a quivering moan when the words lefts his lips. She wanted to whisper back she did not want to struggle, that she wouldn't... His chest heaved, wafts of breath scorched her neck as he tore off his shirt and the same moment an incisive ache jolted her nerves. The teeth sank into her left shoulder. Her eyes shot wide, she gasped and inhaled with a whistle yet didn't pull away, the brain, logic and reasoning, any common sense left were clouded, clouded with sensations his touch caused... Her hips bucked against his immovable form in an instinctive gesture. He let his tongue slide over her neck, burying parts of his face in her hair.
A deep inhale inflated his chest. "Du riechst... so gut..." His breath blew a few of her strands away.
The overwhelming heat pooled between her thighs... She moaned into his cheek, lips parted with a breath yet there were no words to leave them. An out of place thought came at that moment that he wasn't required to say anything besides the words of the song when he first saw her at the lake... Till' palms slid over her breasts again, her nipples between his fingers, she arched against his touch...
The nymph didn't struggle any longer.
"Cut. Perfect!" Jörn grinned. "Cannot believe we got it on the first take. Great improvisation Till."
"We move on now." He gestured to the bank. "You both lay on the sand. She is willing now. Passionate love making yes? Let's go." He approached the lake surveying the scenery.
Alina listened to Jörn, all was fuzzy at first but suddenly the gust of the chilled air brought her back to senses. All the time Heitmann spoke Till stood behind her, his arms crossed over her belly as if shielding her from the winds. He was so warm... She leaned into him only to feel his cheek against hers. "You do smell good." The hoarse murmur tickled her ear. That voice... A deep whisper... It caused uncontrollable trembling which simply made him squeeze her tighter.
It's as if she looked at herself... This wasn't her body... In which world this would be possible..? She refused to fall in, refused to believe he could possibly, remotely... He is just sweet and playful she told herself.
And a damn womanizer! An inner reason offered a more suitable explanation.
"How about a little kiss first?" Lindemann raised his voice addressing the director. His fingers dug into her skin at yet another shiver rolling over it.
"You'll have time for it down there." Jörn gestured to the sand shaking his head as if reprimanding the singer.
"And, action!"
She rested on her elbows watching him kneel beside her. He unzipped his fly pushing her legs apart with his knees and suddenly he was on top. Thick fingers came around her throat squeezing lightly he pushed down, eyes darkened like a predator's who had finally caught his prey, a hungry stare, anxious... And once again the way he acted left her incapacitated, astonished... Was that required by the script? Well then the writers went all out there... Alina pushed her upper body forth, in truth she wasn't acting one bit... This was simply a natural reaction... An instinct...
She could feel his heaving breath, his rapid heartbeat...
"Mmmmm..."The faint, weak, aroused sound was all she managed before his lips came to hers hungrily. He parted them with his tongue. Grunting, breathing heavily, he lifted her leg up onto his shoulder, fingers stroked down her thigh forcing her to writhe in his grasp. The palm on her throat tightened and his tongue came back to lick over her lips catching the bottom one between his teeth. He let go and gazed up, a sinister light in the bottomless green pools, the fingers slid all the way to the junction between her thighs.
"So naß." He rasped as the woman quivered. This was too much yet her body wasn't complying any longer, pushing against his palm... The fingers tickled right over her clit. He grasped her hand showing it into his groin. "There." He groaned nearing her ear. The scorching heat assaulted her skin as she realized he wore nothing beneath those trousers.
"Till..?" The word escaped her throat to be met by a lustful grin from the frontman. He began to push his hips forth against hers, his manhood sliding in her grasp, eyes half shut in ecstasy. Tasting him, feeling the weigh come onto her, seeing the large frame above her, the smell of his skin... all bound into an insane arousal.
Was it that good of an act? Lust clouded brain ushered the worries to the back urging her to enjoy the moment...
Jörn watched biting his nails.
"Don't worry man don't you see she's in good hands." Schneider patted the director's shoulder with a cheeky grin.
"You ask Till for passionate love, that's what you get." Flake giggled crossing his arms.
"Looks to me she's enjoying it." Richard's lips tipped into a smirk as he drew in and exhaled, a tiny cloud wafted away.
Jörn made eyes but then smiled, unsurely however. Looked like they'll get this scene on the first try as well.
He held himself over her guiding her hand away from his erection Till pressed the bulge over the only piece of clothing she had. The eyes lifted, pupils dilated overcome with hunger, he looked into hers as if asking for permission. ..
"Es ist ok?" He huffed into her ear tensely, hotly...
The tone of his voice caused her to tremble. It wasn't smart... Rational... It wasn't anything she should... She was just one in the line of many others...
Her voice a hoarse and feeble whisper. "Yes... Alina's breathing hitched.
She moaned needily, desperately... The cock slipped past the soaked inner lips filling her whole. A loud gasp slipped out yet the tongue and teeth came back to quiet her... The palm returned to her throat. She sensed the tremors rising in his torso, he pushed forth with curt yet powerful motions, his left leg shielding the view of the others. It felt so good her walls clenched tighter around him, the tears prickled within at the intensity of what she experienced and the chest arched towards her lover.
His manhood throbbed, he felt the release approaching quickly and gazed down at her splayed there at his mercy, her body quivered at the lightest of his touches, she kissed back with fervor letting him do whatever he pleased... How long he hasn't felt that... Longed for... Be given it all to unconditionally... Because of him not because of who he was...
He wanted the cameras and others to vanish so he can fuck her... Fuck her hard... Hear her screams... And then hold, gently, not to let go... His nostrils flared, he found her eyes again, found that desperate want in their depths. The lids slid over the orbs as he thrusted forth harder than before then halted to hear Alina breathing aquiver. A devilish smirk tipped his lips as he pulled out rapidly his seed spilling over her stomach.
The male collapsed beside her, the right palm cupped between her legs feeling the heat rising.
"You came too." He grunted with a grin grazing her ear with his teeth.
"Uhmm Cut..?" Jörn's eyes were wide open. "Great... Work..!" The director sounded very flustered. "We take a coffee break now and then back to work!"
The bandmembers were darting gazes at each other. "Great work you two!" Schneider called. Till raised his hand with a thumb up, leering aback.
Alina covered her face with both palms at the drummer's remark. The mischievous green stare returned to her, his eyes roamed her body as if creating a mental image to remember this moment. The fingers slipped down causing small muscles contraction as they travelled down her torso, he began making small circles as if doodling something in the sperm. The heat of his still heavy breathing caused a pleasant wave of goosebumps to claim her skin.
"Das war erstaunlich... Du bist erstaunlich..." The frontman huffed gruffly. His muscled limbs came around to encase her torso as he pressed her upper body to his damp chest.
Alina leaned into him, her lips trembled as he whispered. She still felt as if he was within her, the nerves hummed like wires running with the high voltage. Her wiry arms came around his frame to embrace him back, his right palm slipped into her hair raking slowly through the lengthy tresses. Even the lightest of his touches caused moans to rise within her chest.
"Meine kleine Nymphe..." His face buried into her locks and Alina nuzzled his cheek sliding her lips over his skin.
The mossy depths reflected with the mischief as he ran his fingers over her mouth.
"Lecker?" His lips pulled back into a grin when her tongue slid over the fingertips tasting the sticky fluid. He felt his erection rising once more... Till fought yet another smirk and his lips bunched up almost to pout. It's as if the brain attempted to think while the lust justified it all.
It was way past hesitating, he had already jumped in head first... And when did he ever regret anything like this?
"Come on you two!" Rich called out leering.
"On the other hand," Jörn frowned just a bit. " We really need to film this one, the light is perfect..." He scratched his head gazing about bashfully. Like an answer to his prayers Ada shuffled forth handing Lindemann a towel she alighted him with a stern look as if a mother to the naughty son. He flashed her a smile that shone with the aforementioned naughtiness. Carefully he wiped it over the woman's exposed stomach still holding a palm behind her head.
"Don't throw it away." He laughed to the make up artist who picked up the folded cloth with two fingers and held it away from her body.
Unforeseen to them the enchanting broken light fought its way from beyond the clouds filtering through the trees alighting the lake and the clearing. It was otherworldly transforming the woodland into a dream world. Heitmann rushed everyone into positions to get a test shot for the cover.
Till's hand extended forth and how his eyes gleamed reflecting that golden light. They shone with something that she was terrified to acknowledge for it to only vanish. So long she worshiped this man as an artist, a poet, a special soul... To think what was happening here was probable had simply stunned her brain.
"Komm meine Süße." His touch was so gentle, and when he positioned her into his lap the arm delineated her waist in a long caress pulling her close. She was besieged, her chest heaved, lips trembled... Her palms landed onto his hairy pecs, they trailed up the thick neck to claps his cheeks. She cupped his face, looked up and faltered... His eyes... Those beautiful, deep pools where myriads of emotions floated freely onto the surface drew her in into their depths... Till's lips parted as if ready to lean in for the kiss and the cameraman began snapping away. There were many people around, photographer assistants stood forth with reflective panels, team members, band mates... But it's as if they were nothing but images... The time stood still... It was just her and him... Alina shifted to sling her legs over his lap, her fingers entwined messing up the black strands. Faces came so close, lips were nearly touching... His heavy breathing caused her to quiver.
Will this all end when the cameras shut..?
"Perfect... I believe we hadn't to act even, had we? That was beautiful." Jörn watched smiling, he did not have to direct a thing, all there happened naturally. Even the slightly perplexed band members aback of the duo were perfect for the shot with their bemused faces. Surely they as surprised as him to see the frontman behaving in this manner...
"Ehhem. Ok. Now... Till, Alina... You embrace... Caress each other..."The director was interrupted by Flake's laughter explosion. Heitmann darted an austere glare." Just caress yes?" He couldn't help it and smirked himself.
He was on top of her again...
His whispers, his firm palms sliding over her body... Nothing but dregs of rationale floated through her brain. The woman pushed against him in his embrace. He called her his nymph, his sweet, he thought she smelled good, was beautiful, amazing... She didn't not think a pinch would help, all was a reverie at this instance... Could that have been real... Could it?
"Haha maybe separate them before they get into it again..." Rich called out to the director grinning.
Till flipped a finger, a devilish smirk again tugging at his lips. He looked down once more as if attempting to say something yet simply stared at her.
"Ok no Till stay..." Jörn urged when Christoph and Oli attempted to pull him off jokingly. "Wait for the cameras to roll..."
Till's body collapsed back onto the woman, with the leer he buried his face into her locks teasing the skin with his teeth.
"Action."