Willy

[phedredelaunay]

It had been a slow couple of days for Phedre, and really everyone else; there was an ice storm, and though the brothel might have been cozy, getting there was not. So she was pleasantly surprised when she was told that a patron was coming back for her. Someone new, but someone who knew what she was and what she could offer.

She was wearing a blood red transparent chiffon robe with black underthings underneath, including stockings and garters. And sitting on the bed when the door opened. It was her favorite room in the place - a large bed with posts perfect for tying someone up, and a chest at the foot of the bed full of every implement one could imagine.

She looked surprised when the door opened and she recognized him. The fae who had been singing to Alcuin. But she schooled her expression and smiled. "Hello," she said. "I'm Phedre."

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[daoine_prince]

"At midwinter we beat back the night. Children thrash the bushes with sticks. But in the palace..."

He flipped the fail over her shoulder and then dragged it forward over her breast.

"We beat each other. The sun beats back the night until it surrenders."

He leaned in close.

"Completely."

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre shuddered visibly. "I think I would like your customs."

[daoine_prince]

"You would love my sister. She's exceptionally cruel," he purred as he dragged the flai across her back.

Then struck her with force. Every tip bit into her bare back.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre gasped at the impact, and then let out a soft moan as pleasure shot through her.

"I - I'm sure I would."

[daoine_prince]

He began slowly, but before long he wasn't holding back, scourging the darkness from her. When she began to tremble, Willy stopped briefly.

"You'll fall soon. Let me tie you up." he said.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre took a deep breath during the moment of respite, and nodded. She really was trying to stay up right, but he was correct, it was growing more difficult.

[daoine_prince]

Willy tossed the flail aside and took hold of her. His hands were warm and he smelled sweet, of cinnamon and cream.

"Come, dove," he said, guiding her to the bed where he bound one arm to each post facing him. He continued to pet her, to coax her back from the edge.

"We have only just begun."

He beat her mercilessly then, pausing often to kiss her deeply while he slipped his fingers into her to multiply her pleasure.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre continued to cry out, in pleasure, and pain... And at one point she was so close to the edge that she began to beg incoherently.

[daoine_prince]

When she began to beg, the beating stopped. Instead, Willy tossed the weapon and grabbed her, hitching her knee up so he could center himself and push up into her deep. He gripped her ass with cruel fingers, fucking her hard.

"You'll submit," he said. "The little death to end the year..."

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre moaned shamelessly, and wrapped her arms around his neck, nails digging hard into his back. "Yes," she gasped. "I submit..."

[daoine_prince]

"Prove it," he challenged.

Willy dropped them together to the bed and practically folded her in half. He palmed her breasts and pressed her into the bed, her nipples trapped between his thumb and finger. Driving into her, he chased his own pleasure, knowing any pain would only serve this, his most favorite of holiday traditions.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre cried out again. It had all been building up for so long, and she was right on the very edge. "Please, my lord!" she gasped, asking more for permission than action.

[daoine_prince]

His hands were rough and his pace cruel as he dragged her to the edge. He was going to fall apart, but fucked her with a single purpose in mind. Ideas of midwinter fell away and Willy was left simply craving her fall.

"Come for me," he ordered when he was sure she could take no more. He punctuated the order with a sharp smack.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre practically screamed as she came - overwhelmed with pleasure and pain, and it was perfect.

[daoine_prince]

Willy filled her and fell apart, the force of it washing over him. In the moments after, he smacked her again, not as hard, just for good measure.

"Now imagine dozens using you like this," he said. "All night. All week."

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre swallowed hard. "I can make house calls for the right price," she said, her voice a little raspy.

[daoine_prince]

"Perhaps you would consider petitioning an invitation. My brother, in particular, would host you, I am certain," Willy said as he began to untie her.

[phedredelaunay]

"Well, perhaps you will see me again then," Phedre said, and rubbed her wrists once she was free. "If not before."

[daoine_prince]

"You will not see me there if you go, dove. I am no longer welcome," he confessed.

[phedredelaunay]

"Ah," said Phedre, and lay down on the bed, careful of her back. "Perhaps I will see you here then." Pause. "Perhaps you will be by to visit Alcuin?"

[daoine_prince]

"Perhaps," he agreed.

He rose and waved a hand, his clothes reappearing. Her clothes appeared on the corner of the bed.

"I think the new year will bring good fortune to us all, anguisette."

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre was slightly sore, but she healed quickly, and was used to it. She began to dress and said, "I hope you don't mind that I mentioned him, I just... saw you together, and he means a lot to me."

[daoine_prince]

"And?" he asked, tilting his head curiously.

[phedredelaunay]

"Oh, I just... he seemed happy, after. Which was wonderful."

She paused, and then added, "And I think I'm quite good at reading the shape of people's desires. I don't think that you want to hurt him."

[daoine_prince]

"I do not wish to hurt anyone, pet. Not even you. Not really," he smiled kindly.

[phedredelaunay]

"Yes, I can tell," Phedre said. "It's why I like you. And if I thought otherwise I'd have warned you away from him. He's not like me."

[daoine_prince]

"No. No, he isn't," he replied.

Willy looked her up and down again, then a knowing little smirk settled on the corner of his mouth.

"Not a bit."