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The bed shifted and in my state of deep sleep, I let it pass. I curled up to something warm, a comforting feeling on the cold fall night. A familiar laugh shocked me into consciousness as I realized my arms were wrapped around Arthur's waist, my body curled around the curve of his hips as he sat at the end of my bed.
A blush overcame my face and I jerked my arms back, only to have them held in place by larger hands. "No, it's fine to stay like this." I nodded, resting in that position as he stroked my hair.
I drifted back off to sleep, letting him tug off my clothes in the comfortable state. "It's not time for sleep Al." I blinked up at him, wondering why I needed to stay awake at such a late hour.
I shivered, but not because of the cold, but the sickeningly sweet look in his eyes. Something about it was dangerous... like he was hunting.
"I-I'm sorry Arthur." I watched him with weary eyes, blinking up at him as a soft kiss was pressed to my forehead, hands moving down my body. It was something that happened almost every night, our ritual, but something about it was different, so different usual, but I didn't know why.
He brushed some hair out of my face, smiling in a way I couldn't quite figure out. And that's when it happened.
"Can I show you my love here?" A hand snaked it's way down to my butt, squeezing firmly. I gasped, quickly shaking my head on, remembering how badly it had hurt. "It'll be okay, I won't hurt you, I promise." A hand in my hair again. My no slowly turned to a yes somewhere beyond my awareness and his smile grew warmer, lips attaching to my chest.
I groaned, tangling my hands in his hair. I remembered when this made my vision go white and my mind go blank, and I tried to get back to that place, mewling soft encouragements.
He pressed fingers to my lips and I gave him a quizzical look. He told me to suck, told me it would hurt if I didn't. So I took them into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around them, sucking and lapping at them, desperately trying to find the blinding white.
This time he groaned, that strange look in his eyes only getting stranger. He pulled them out quickly, a string of saliva dripping down my chin as he broke the strand connecting my mouth to his fingers.
They trailed down my chest, past my stomach, and crawled down my groin, moving slowly to my backside. My body tensed, waiting in tense apprehension, but he told me not to tense. Told me to relax. So I did, my small body visibly more relaxed as I allowed the tension to leave my body. Immediately pain washed over me, something long and thin penetrating me. His finger. I remembered this from last time, remembering the awful feeling.
Another finger pressed into me and I whined, tears threatening to fall. They spread apart and I could feel myself being stretched, my back arching against my will. he kissed my forehead, fingers moving jaggedly until I screamed. I found that white place again, but it only flashed into my vision, not nearly as long as the last time. I looked at Arthur pleadingly, the pleasure blinding my to anything else. His hand jerked again and the white was back...again...again...againagainagain and everything went white, It lasted longer, satisfyingly, wonderfully.
My body laid completely lack in a state of pure bliss, my first orgasm induced by such play left my body worn. Too soon I screamed again, not in pleasure, but in desperate pain. Something larger than fingers had begun to press into me and I thrashed my head, tears streaming down my face. He shushed me, cooing softly and placing kisses on any piece of flesh he could find.
He began to pull back out, and I didn't even bother to protest, my 'no's and pleas for him to stop tangled in my moans, as I knew he would surely just push back in. And he did. Over and over, the searing pain overwhelming my body as it twitched and moved with him. My back arched and my hips jerked, none of it by the will of my mind.
A hand was back in my hair and my eyes closed unconsciously at the gesture, a sharp cry tearing through my body as something inside me was struck. It was that place again. The one I knew would bring me back to the white; and it was so good. So perfect and wonderful, so pleasurable...enough to block out the pain. He struck it again and I couldn't control the slur of pleas passing my lips, something about it was just so wonderful that my body demanded more, the pain my mind knew I was feeling got completely blocked out, over powered by something else.
I let it bring me back to that white place. I let it take control of me again, the blinding pleasure bringing me back there. Somewhere in the distance there was a groan, and in front of me, there was spot of red. Just out of my reach it stained my white little wonderland, pulling me back into the reality of what was happening. My backside was suddenly sore, my hips aching, and something warm and sticky was dripping down my thighs.
I woke up, not remembering when I had gone to sleep. My everything hurt, every part of my body. It was a stinging, yet numb pain, and I didn't dare to move, knowing it would just pain me. I was lying on my back, that same fluffy pillow that had always graced my bed against my head, cushioning the one part of my body that seemed to hurt the most. The piercing headache must have come from thinking, I had apparently done some serious dreaming.
I wish I could remember it, the only memorable part seeming to be that haunting little image, a stain that pierced through the dream, if only for a while, but none of the thoughts I pondered seemed to be there, everything seemed to be hazy. I sighed, laying back on my pillows and counting the pictures strewn around the room, the number of candles, the grain of my floor, anything to keep my quickly numbing mind occupied. It seemed I wouldn't be joining Arthur for breakfast.
So I want to throw in all of these ideas I have to develop Alfred's emotions and mindset, and the mind tricks he's playing on himself, but I have so litle time to right.