Earthen Embrace
Title: Earthen Embrace
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Samuel/Claire
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 947
Spoilers: Up through 4x9 “Shadowboxing”
Warnings: Het, D/s, bondage of a sort, PWP
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Written for the Sullivan Bros. Carnival Kink Meme for the prompt: "Claire can't help but have fantasies of hot, rough sex with Samuel as the dom."
Summary: Claire just can’t have a normal fantasy.
“I’m so happy you decided to join us, Claire.”
She shivered, feeling cool standing exposed in the field, the grass tickling her bare feet. He moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she could feel the cool buckle of his belt pressing into the skin of her back. His hands moved up her stomach, leaving behind trails of warmth, and she could see the darkness in the beds of his nails. It wasn’t from polish or dirt, but ink, and she gasped, starting as he slipped a dripping stylus out of his sleeve and stabbed it lightly into her breast. She gasped more from surprise than the non-existent pain, and stared as the swirling ink resolved into hands moving across her skin.
“So happy, Claire. I want you to be happy too. I want to show you what it means to be part of my family. To be protected and accepted.”
The inked hands slid under her skin to squeeze at her nipples, sending arcs of sensation running to her core. Claire gasped and felt her knees weakening. Samuel didn’t even try to hold her up, just guided her down, turning her so she was facing him, smiling slightly as she moaned. Another stab with the stylus and more hands appeared, running down her knees to push them apart, then trailing upward to caress her inner thighs, lighting more fires she didn’t want to stop.
“So lovely, Claire. You’re beautiful, just like this, just how you are.”
The earth moved under her, soil heaving as it mounded up and covered her feet and calves. She felt a moment of fear as her legs were trapped, but Samuel stabbed her again, and more hands pulled her arms behind her, making her thrust her chest out. The merciless fingers on her breasts gave her no surcease, petting and pinching, making her throb and moan in tiny, involuntary cries. The earth climbed higher, closing in around her knees and climbing up her thighs. The hands there were undeterred by the earth, and kept up their torment until she could feel her own wetness mixing with the rising soil, turning it into mud.
“Oh, Claire…” Samuel breathed, and Claire actually looked up at him. He looked smug and arrogant with his hips cocked forward, and she could finally see the growing bulge in his pants, just at the level with her mouth.
“No,” she whispered, and gasped in shock as the earth suddenly rushed up to enclose her to her waist. She couldn’t even buck her hips as the hands below began to stroke at her clit and stretch her inner walls, pressing in with the force of many fingers, tireless and relentless.
“You already said yes, Claire. You wanted to belong.”
The earth rushed up past her breasts, the cool ground doing nothing to stop the heat and throbbing as the hands on her breasts pinched and mauled her as if she were made of clay to be molded. Another gasp, and she was buried to her neck, the hands that had been holding her arms back now restlessly running over her stomach, caressing her ass, tickling behind her knee, and resting on her throat in turns.
Samuel smiled and undid his belt, eyes dancing at the sight of Claire held trapped in the earth-statue before him. He looked as hard as stone, bigger than she thought, and she snapped her mouth shut, whimpering. All three sets of hands tweaked her hard at once, and she gasped in shock, choking as he rammed his cock in, ink-stained hands clutching at her hair roughly.
“Beautiful, darling,” he whispered, his grip brutal as he thrust down her throat.
The earth twisted and moved her so he could go deeper, and Claire desperately took any tiny gasp of air she could, tongue seemingly crushed by his size, throat swelling and gripping around him. Beneath the shield of earth, the hands exploded into a frenzy, pinching and grasping, stroking and pulling. The shape and feel of two of them changed, and Claire moaned when the feel of a tongue and lips began to suckle at her clit, that the fingers that had been stretching her were seemingly replaced with the same cock as the one thrusting down her throat.
Claire couldn’t get away from the relentless contact, and saw Samuel’s eyes glittering as he twined his fingers through her hair.
“Give in, Claire. Again, and again, and again.”
Lights exploded across her vision as the hands drove her into orgasm, the imprisoning feel of the earth forcing her to focus on the sensations radiating from her body. They kept going, never stopping, her healing protecting her from raw sensitivity as she was brought off on Samuel’s ink creations over and over again, each time leaving her more open and slack to the flesh filling her throat.
She moaned louder now, her inhibitions stripped away from wave after wave of trapped and helpless pleasure tore through her. The vibrations seemed to excite Samuel even more, and two of the hands drifted up to her throat, suddenly squeezing hard as Samuel forced himself in to the root, creating a breathless vice of flesh as he came, the hot fluid feeling like lava pouring into her stomach.
Roaring filled her ears as she blacked out, but Samuel’s voice followed her down into darkness.
“Welcome to the family, Claire.”
Starting awake in the darkness of her dorm room, her hand sticky from her own juices and feeling so hot and flushed that surely she should be glowing, Claire turned her face into her pillow and moaned. I’m never going to have a normal fantasy. Ever.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Samuel/Claire
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 947
Spoilers: Up through 4x9 “Shadowboxing”
Warnings: Het, D/s, bondage of a sort, PWP
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Written for the Sullivan Bros. Carnival Kink Meme for the prompt: "Claire can't help but have fantasies of hot, rough sex with Samuel as the dom."
Summary: Claire just can’t have a normal fantasy.
“I’m so happy you decided to join us, Claire.”
She shivered, feeling cool standing exposed in the field, the grass tickling her bare feet. He moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she could feel the cool buckle of his belt pressing into the skin of her back. His hands moved up her stomach, leaving behind trails of warmth, and she could see the darkness in the beds of his nails. It wasn’t from polish or dirt, but ink, and she gasped, starting as he slipped a dripping stylus out of his sleeve and stabbed it lightly into her breast. She gasped more from surprise than the non-existent pain, and stared as the swirling ink resolved into hands moving across her skin.
“So happy, Claire. I want you to be happy too. I want to show you what it means to be part of my family. To be protected and accepted.”
The inked hands slid under her skin to squeeze at her nipples, sending arcs of sensation running to her core. Claire gasped and felt her knees weakening. Samuel didn’t even try to hold her up, just guided her down, turning her so she was facing him, smiling slightly as she moaned. Another stab with the stylus and more hands appeared, running down her knees to push them apart, then trailing upward to caress her inner thighs, lighting more fires she didn’t want to stop.
“So lovely, Claire. You’re beautiful, just like this, just how you are.”
The earth moved under her, soil heaving as it mounded up and covered her feet and calves. She felt a moment of fear as her legs were trapped, but Samuel stabbed her again, and more hands pulled her arms behind her, making her thrust her chest out. The merciless fingers on her breasts gave her no surcease, petting and pinching, making her throb and moan in tiny, involuntary cries. The earth climbed higher, closing in around her knees and climbing up her thighs. The hands there were undeterred by the earth, and kept up their torment until she could feel her own wetness mixing with the rising soil, turning it into mud.
“Oh, Claire…” Samuel breathed, and Claire actually looked up at him. He looked smug and arrogant with his hips cocked forward, and she could finally see the growing bulge in his pants, just at the level with her mouth.
“No,” she whispered, and gasped in shock as the earth suddenly rushed up to enclose her to her waist. She couldn’t even buck her hips as the hands below began to stroke at her clit and stretch her inner walls, pressing in with the force of many fingers, tireless and relentless.
“You already said yes, Claire. You wanted to belong.”
The earth rushed up past her breasts, the cool ground doing nothing to stop the heat and throbbing as the hands on her breasts pinched and mauled her as if she were made of clay to be molded. Another gasp, and she was buried to her neck, the hands that had been holding her arms back now restlessly running over her stomach, caressing her ass, tickling behind her knee, and resting on her throat in turns.
Samuel smiled and undid his belt, eyes dancing at the sight of Claire held trapped in the earth-statue before him. He looked as hard as stone, bigger than she thought, and she snapped her mouth shut, whimpering. All three sets of hands tweaked her hard at once, and she gasped in shock, choking as he rammed his cock in, ink-stained hands clutching at her hair roughly.
“Beautiful, darling,” he whispered, his grip brutal as he thrust down her throat.
The earth twisted and moved her so he could go deeper, and Claire desperately took any tiny gasp of air she could, tongue seemingly crushed by his size, throat swelling and gripping around him. Beneath the shield of earth, the hands exploded into a frenzy, pinching and grasping, stroking and pulling. The shape and feel of two of them changed, and Claire moaned when the feel of a tongue and lips began to suckle at her clit, that the fingers that had been stretching her were seemingly replaced with the same cock as the one thrusting down her throat.
Claire couldn’t get away from the relentless contact, and saw Samuel’s eyes glittering as he twined his fingers through her hair.
“Give in, Claire. Again, and again, and again.”
Lights exploded across her vision as the hands drove her into orgasm, the imprisoning feel of the earth forcing her to focus on the sensations radiating from her body. They kept going, never stopping, her healing protecting her from raw sensitivity as she was brought off on Samuel’s ink creations over and over again, each time leaving her more open and slack to the flesh filling her throat.
She moaned louder now, her inhibitions stripped away from wave after wave of trapped and helpless pleasure tore through her. The vibrations seemed to excite Samuel even more, and two of the hands drifted up to her throat, suddenly squeezing hard as Samuel forced himself in to the root, creating a breathless vice of flesh as he came, the hot fluid feeling like lava pouring into her stomach.
Roaring filled her ears as she blacked out, but Samuel’s voice followed her down into darkness.
“Welcome to the family, Claire.”
Starting awake in the darkness of her dorm room, her hand sticky from her own juices and feeling so hot and flushed that surely she should be glowing, Claire turned her face into her pillow and moaned. I’m never going to have a normal fantasy. Ever.