night time at the voronin estate

[anushka_excolo]

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[gaueko_erebus]

I suck the night wind into my lungs, and it surrounds me like a balm. It seeps under my clothes, caressing my skin and prickling along my nerves. The crickets, the dog howling across town, the bat that swoops overhead....they all call my name. In a house down the street, there is a child huddling under his sheets with a lantern. In an alley two streets over a man taking a shortcut starts at a shadow. A woman throws open her bedroom window and leans out to smell the moonflowers opening in her yard. They all worship me, in their own way, and so does the woman walking with me when she slips off her shoes to trail her feet in the night-damp grass. They still know me, even if they have forgotten my name

[gaueko_erebus]

She mewls into my mouth, a miserably panicked noise, and her fingers tangle in my clothes, ripping my shirt and clawing at the leather of my coat. Panicked little rabbit, she can't decide whether to fight or flee or just give up and lay down. One minute she's scrabbling against me pushing so hard she might break through the wall, the next she's moaning and clutching me, breathing the night into her lungs, letting it flood her veins. Little magpie. Little gauekoentzat.

"You know I'm going to have you, Anushka," I murmur, curling my tongue around her name the way I'd curled it in her mouth. She's pressed against my chest, my coat surrounding her like the wings of a great bird. She shakes like a dead leaf clinging to an autumn branch. "It can go easy on you or not. You're mine now, and I am perfectly happy to rape you right here on the floor. But I give you the choice." I loosen my grip on her enough so that I can look into her eyes. "Gaua gauekoentzat, the night for night spirits. Fight me or let me in?"

[gaueko_erebus]

She says my name again, so soft I can barely hear her. But even if she'd just thought it I would know. It's like her fingers skating across my face and brushing my throat, like her whiskey-scented breath along my skin. "Gaueko."

I sigh and relax. It's not that I would mind being brutal, but if we're going to live here together it might be easier if she got some pleasure out of the deal. So I lay my hands on her cheeks, stroking that tzarina's face of hers. "If you want it on a bed, then you'd best show me where to go," I say, and not without good humor.

[gaueko_erebus]

She's leaning into my touch now, learning to enjoy it, learning to crave it, and that's very good. She all but kisses my hand as I stroke her cheek. Good. Very, very good. And it's even better when she leaves the door open as she leads me upstairs. The night wind follows us and sings in my ears.

She's watching me out of the corner of her eye as she leads me by the hand, past empty rooms and dusty halls and the sound of long-ago music. Still trying to figure me out, and still wary of me. Also good. I don't want her entirely unafraid of me, but a terrified rabbit is of no use to anyone.

Her room is slightly better maintained than the rest of the house,but there is still dust on the floor, shadows in the corner. The bed is draped in old wolf and bear furs, and I can smell dead leaves from the gardens and the evaporated remains of perfumes. Ghosts of beasts, ghosts of flowers, ghosts of trees...all of them are part of her. She lives with them, she breathes them every day, cloaks herself in them. That's alright, little magpie

[gaueko_erebus]

That's better, now. She's whimpering and clutching at me, running her fingers through my hair and lightly scratching my neck. And she's dripping wet. I let my tongue flick against her through her panties and she squeals, jerking her hips up to press into my mouth. Almost broke my nose there, noble lady, I think with a grin.

Laying on hand on her pale belly I sit up so that I can shrug my shirt off and cast it aside. "Anushka." I say.

For a minute, she doesn't respond. JUst lays back and shivers and makes those eager whimpering noise. I could listen to her all night, but..."Anushka,"

Her eyes flick open and I grin. I haven't let her turn on any lights, so all that reflects in them is the bone-white moon. I stroke my hand up and down her thigh, "Ask me, Anushka."

[gaueko_erebus]

It has been entirely too long since I last had a person beg me. She grips my wrist in her cold little hand and she pleads with me in Russian. It's almost as good as hearing her say my name. Almost. I want to make her say it again, I want to make her grovel on the furs and plead for me...but no. That can come later. For now, she's been a good little girl. She can have a treat

[gaueko_erebus]

When I pull back from her she's curled, shaking on the furs. She whines miserably when I move away from her. She's already craving me, my touch, my voice. That fact arouses me even more than the taste of her. Of course, she tasted mighty fine too. Her little hand paws for me, beating anxiously at my side, and I edge forward a little ways. The rest she was to work for

[gaueko_erebus]

Defiance glitters in her eyes, and her lip curls to show the white glimmer of her teeth. Beautiful little she-wolf. I like a little steel in my lovers, but she's still learning her place, and too much defiance isn't good at this stage. I'm about to demonstrate this to her when she finally starts to turn over. She goes slow, but what counts is the obedience