Afterward
Title: Afterward
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/85. Breathe
Character/Pairing: Illyana Rasputin/Megan Gwynn, implied Illyana/Belasco
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 297
Summary: The short, simple explanation of Stockholm Syndrome is that people begin to identify with their captors. This can lead to all kinds of things.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, as you should be well aware. Sequel to Breaking and Forging.
Illyana held the pendant up, watching it twirl on the end of the chain, three blood red stones glittering in the candle light. She glanced over at Megan, who lay in the bed, still trembling from what had been done to her. Illyana put the pendant back around her neck and turned, looking at the pink haired girl. Her translucent wings shivered slightly with every breath. Illyana reached for Megan, and the girl rolled onto her back, her eyes still half closed. The black surrounding her pink irises glittered unnaturally, and she wet her kiss bruised lips. “Oh…”
“Mine,” Illyana said, running a finger between her small, pert breasts. “Tomorrow, I take the fourth,” she said, trailing the finger on down Megan’s stomach, watching the girl arch her back. In the back of her mind, Illyana heard Belasco telling her that there would be a day when she would beg for his touch.
She’d told Megan something similar after she’d extracted the second chunk of her soul. Megan spread her legs, and Illyana’s hand dipped to the thatch of pink curls at the apex. The young mutant mewled softly and closed her eyes, one hand closing around Illyana’s wrist as she breathed faster. “Oooh…”
“Say please,” Illyana said, teasing Megan with her fingers. “Beg.”
“No,” Megan said, opening her eyes to look at Illyana and letting out a breathy sigh, “never.”
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/85. Breathe
Character/Pairing: Illyana Rasputin/Megan Gwynn, implied Illyana/Belasco
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 297
Summary: The short, simple explanation of Stockholm Syndrome is that people begin to identify with their captors. This can lead to all kinds of things.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, as you should be well aware. Sequel to Breaking and Forging.
Illyana held the pendant up, watching it twirl on the end of the chain, three blood red stones glittering in the candle light. She glanced over at Megan, who lay in the bed, still trembling from what had been done to her. Illyana put the pendant back around her neck and turned, looking at the pink haired girl. Her translucent wings shivered slightly with every breath. Illyana reached for Megan, and the girl rolled onto her back, her eyes still half closed. The black surrounding her pink irises glittered unnaturally, and she wet her kiss bruised lips. “Oh…”
“Mine,” Illyana said, running a finger between her small, pert breasts. “Tomorrow, I take the fourth,” she said, trailing the finger on down Megan’s stomach, watching the girl arch her back. In the back of her mind, Illyana heard Belasco telling her that there would be a day when she would beg for his touch.
She’d told Megan something similar after she’d extracted the second chunk of her soul. Megan spread her legs, and Illyana’s hand dipped to the thatch of pink curls at the apex. The young mutant mewled softly and closed her eyes, one hand closing around Illyana’s wrist as she breathed faster. “Oooh…”
“Say please,” Illyana said, teasing Megan with her fingers. “Beg.”
“No,” Megan said, opening her eyes to look at Illyana and letting out a breathy sigh, “never.”