John

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre liked Greg. He was a good doctor, and also when they were together he treated her well. Surprisingly sweet. He didn't exactly make her toes curl, but then, few people did. Especially without pain.

But also she was awfully interested in whoever he might bring in. Because it wasn't as if he had many friends, to her knowledge. She took John's hand and led him down a hallway and into a bedroom. A quite normal bedroom really, not one of her usuals with all the bondage gear. Instead it had an awfully plush bed. And a number of thins hidden away in drawers, of course.

"Will this do?" asked Phedre with a smiled, and drew a finger down his chest.

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[petty_dabbler]

"Nice room," he nodded. He looked around, then turned his attention to her.

"It's not as pretty as you, though," he said kindly.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre smiled at him. "Aren't you sweet," she said. "Are you an artificer too?" She began to slowly unbutton his coat.

[petty_dabbler]

"No," he said. "I'm a Hellblazer."

He let that sink in. Hellblazer carried all the information she needed to know. If she'd balk, now was the time.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre looked rather impressed. "I see," she said. "I'm an anguisette." And let that sink in, too.

[petty_dabbler]

John's brow lifted and he looked at her with new eyes.

"Well. Isn't that a treat?" he said.

[phedredelaunay]

"It is for some people," Phedre said with a smile. "Not everyone. And it matters not to me. I'm a good time either way." She winked, and finished unbuttoning his coat. "What about you, hellblazer? What do you find to be a good time?"

[petty_dabbler]

"Normally, I'm a normal bloke with simple desires," he said, slowly reaching out to stroke her shoulder.

"But this is an opportunity, hmm? You."

THere was kindness in his eyes when he looked at her again.

"How do you feel about magic?"

[phedredelaunay]

"I find it fascinating," Phedre said honestly, and shifted so that the robe fell farther down, baring her shoulder entirely.

[petty_dabbler]

"Have you ever worked magic with a Hellblazer?" he asked. "Sex magic isn't something I get to do often."

Not for years, now. And with the opportunity before him, he'd not realized how much he'd missed it.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre shook her head, actually looking quite eager. Hannibal would probably want her to charge extra in the way that she might for someone who wanted to hurt her, but she was so curious that she didn't really care.

"I'm game," she said, and smiled. "Though it's also fortunate that Greg vouched for you."

[petty_dabbler]

"It can hurt," he cautioned. "But I swear no harm will come to you."

He reached up and touched her cheek. So young. But, then again, everyone was young to the old wizard.

John leaned in to kiss her with a kind promise.

[phedredelaunay]

It was a sweet kiss, which surprised her a little, but then she realized that he really did remind her of Greg. She wondered if he'd also want to play chess after.

She smiled at him when the kiss broke. "I don't mind if it hurts," she promised. "And my safe word is hyacinth." Even though she was certain there was no way he'd make her use it.

She shifted so that the robe slipped down over her other shoulder as well, only her holding it in place above her breasts keeping it on. "Is there anything I ought to know about you? Things you don't like? Things you... do?"

[petty_dabbler]

"Not really. I have the tastes of most men," he said, gently taking her hand to pull it away and let the robe fall.

"I like to touch, and be touched. I love the taste of a woman," he said. "But for this to work, love, you can't come until I say to. Understand?"

[phedredelaunay]

The robe fell to Phedre's feet, revealing smooth skin, gentle curves, and a hint of the lines of her finished marque peeking around from her back.

"I understand," she said, a bit breathless. And then reached for his clothes as well, wanting to touch him.

[petty_dabbler]

As his clothes fell away, all his tattoos were on display. Dark black ink stained his skin in the most ancient and esoteric symbols.

John reached out to touch her, his hands gentle and curious.

"My god, you're beautiful," he said as he admired her.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre's eyes slid over the tattoos. She found them interesting. He was handsome, but honestly, interesting was better for her than hot.

She smiled when he touched her. "You're very kind. And you can touch me wherever you want. In fact, please do."

[petty_dabbler]

John offered her a soft half grin, then cupped her face and kissed her. She tasted sweet. She tasted like money and refinement, not like most of the common women he spent time with. She was captivating, and John could tell raising power with her was going to be explosive.

"Let's lay down," he suggested softly.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre kissed him back sweetly, and then smiled at him as she moved to lay back on the bed. "I hope you're going to touch me more," she said.

[petty_dabbler]

"I had every intention," John said, settling beside her.

He began to touch her, drawing slow shapes on her skin. His magic made them sting, each symbol etched on her skin in a specific pattern.

"This would work better with blood," he told her, smiling at the thought of the power blood could raise.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre gasped softly, with obvious pleasure at the sting of the symbols.

"You can draw blood," she said breathlessly. "But just know that should you do not heed my safe word you will live to regret it."

[petty_dabbler]

John considered that for a moment, then dragged his finger down her breastbone. Heat seared her flesh and blood welled up. He dragged his finger through it, and completed the symbol between her breasts.

John felt a rush of want, a hunger gnawing at him. He needed to touch her. He could tell just from her blood that he'd be able to raise untold power.

[phedredelaunay]

"Oh my god," gasped Phedre, feeling a jolt of pleasure from the cut and... well, there was something awfully hot about this.

Also Hannibal would probably not be happy if he knew she was allowing this. Magic was adding an entirely new dimension.

[petty_dabbler]

John dragged his finger through the blood and began to draw shapes on her skin. On each arm. On each breast.

And finally on her belly.

As he finished the final symbol, John reached between her legs to tease her clit. The first spark of pleasure made each symbol on her skin burn.

"Last chance to say no," John said.

The way he worked his fingers against her assured her answer would take a second.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre made a small, breathy sound, and then gasped, "Oh fuck, please..." It felt so good, the burn, his fingers... She was dripping wet, and her breath coming fast.

[petty_dabbler]

John moved to sit up, crossing his legs. He tugged her to join him.

"Climb onto me...and hold on," he said, stroking himself to make certain he was rigid enough to fill her easily.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre rose up and then sank down onto his cock with her arms draped over his neck. She groaned as she did.

[petty_dabbler]

With her arms around his neck, John took hold of her hip and planted his other hand on the bed for leverage.

He fucked her slowly, letting the power build, letting her skin scald. Heat built between them before John reached around and pressed his palm to the small of her back. Magic crackled like flame, coursing through her blood.

"Come for me, anguisette," he commanded.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre didn't think she could have denied that command even if she'd wanted to. She cried out in pleasure as she came, nails digging into his back.

[petty_dabbler]

When she came, power exploded from them. For a moment they both burst into flame, then John came and the spell ebbed away.

In the end they were simply sweaty and spent and tangled with each other.

John kissed her slowly.

"Very good, love. Very good."

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre sighed into the kiss and stroked her hands over his back. "You weren't so bad yourself," she murmured.

This was... new. But it made her want more. Magic.

[petty_dabbler]

"That's going to keep me charged for weeks," John said, calm and sated.

"Would you be willing to do it again, Phedre? There's so much more I could show you..."

[phedredelaunay]

"Mmmmm," Phedre agreed, and pulled him down onto the bed so that they were laying down. "If you come to see me again, I might just clear my schedule."

[petty_dabbler]

"There are spells i've never tried. No one could withstand the pain but the most powerful wizards and...I don't know how many you know, but most wizards aren't people I want to do this with," he chuckled, resting beside her and caressing the shape of her.

"But I'd like to raise that power with you. If you're game."

[phedredelaunay]

"Yes," said Phedre immediately. She rested her head on the pillow, facing him. "Does it hurt you, too?"

[petty_dabbler]

"Not a bit, love. That's why we use a lover," he answered softly.

[phedredelaunay]

"Well aren't you lucky to have stumbled onto me," she said. "You ought to buy Greg a drink." She smiled. "Or you could just pay for his night with Alcuin. I do hope he's well pleased tonight, too."

[petty_dabbler]

John had entirely forgotten about Greg, who was simply going to have to fend for himself. John was exhausted.

He relaxed into the pillow and closed his eyes. He could feel the power coursing in him. He'd handle his next job easily with this sort of power.

"I'd rather save my coin for you," he said drowsily.

[phedredelaunay]

That made Phedre smile, and she relaxed against him and closed her eyes.