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Fem!Dean Domino/F!Courier rough sex, femslash
(Anonymous) 2011-12-08 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)No back story needed, just some good ol' consensual rough smut.
Experience and Treachery 1/3
(Anonymous) 2012-04-18 02:05 am (UTC)(link)x
Deanna Domino is a woman not used to being denied. So when that courier swings in, hips wrapped tight in a grey jumpsuit, the zipper pulled just far enough down to leave something to the imagination, she’s made up her mind. She’s been here two hundred fucking years, and it’s about time she spoilt herself.
She deserves it, after all. She is a star.
The girl is coy, the first time they speak. Her eyes rake Deanna’s mottled skin and she wants to grab the little brat. Do you know who I am? Who I was? What I did here, what I so nearly accomplished -?
But the girl is all distant smiles and focus-on-the-finish stares, and it gets under her skin. It’s worse, it’s worse when she sees her link fingers with the girl from the Auto-Doc, with Christine, and sees her brush a hand against her shaved head.
But Deanna is clever, clever. She doesn’t let her anger out, doesn’t let her frustration show. She had Vera wrapped around her finger all her years ago, and it isn’t going to be different now, with this messenger girl.
She waits until they’re in the Madre. Even after all this time, even after two hundred years of only old memories and her own decayed fingers to give her any kind of rush, the possibility of sex has got nothing on the Madre. This place has been just out of reach – just inches from her grasp for so long – and now she’s inside, now she’s here and ready and victorious – absolutely nothing is going to stand in her way.
She corners the courier backstage, after letting her run around, turning off the holograms, fixing the place up. She’s cracked open the casino for her, and now Deanna’s going to make sure she cracks open a little something else. She folds her sunglasses and tucks them in her pocket, shrugging off the ragged blazer that, once upon a time, had been the best money can buy. Remnants, only remnants. But here, in the Sierra Madre, tonight, Deanna Domino is going to reclaim the stardom that’s rightfully hers.
She expects the girl to resist. She expects her to struggle, to writhe, to shout and bitch and moan. What she doesn’t expect is for the her hands to wind into the thinning material of her blouse, for her leg to rise up between Deanna’s own, for their lips and teeth to clash as she kisses with a smile. It occurs to her that the girl has been expecting this, that she – Deanna – has been outplayed, and the idea doesn’t go down well.
She bites down hard on the girl’s lip, and to her pleasure, she yelps. She pulls away and slaps Deanna, hard, across the face, before pulling her back into a kiss. But Deanna isn’t having any of that. She’s stronger, she’s got centuries of rage and passion and arrogance stacked up within her and this smirking slip of a girl is nothing, nothing but a piece of ass compared to her. She pins her down, and tears at the jumpsuit. She’s going to have to find something else to wear after this, because Deanna isn’t letting her leave here with anything – not her clothes, not her pride, not her dignity.
The girl runs her hands over Deanna’s ruined and broken skin, trailing soft fingers over exposed muscles and tracing scarred patterns down her arms. She laughs. Deanna drives her hips down against her and she laughs again. She is unbroken. She is unbelievable. She is awful.
Experience and Treachery 2/3
(Anonymous) 2012-04-18 02:07 am (UTC)(link)“Shut up!” she screams. “Shut up!”
The girl looks up at her with devil eyes, and they’re the kind of eyes that have seen so much more than her age lets on. They’re angled like a cat’s, and Deanna doesn’t even know if there’s such a thing as animals like that anymore. Her lower lip is swollen a little from Deanna’s earlier attack, but the smile she wears is indulgent and confident and infuriating. Deanna slaps her, hard, and then again. Her head jerks, she hisses in pain, but the smile is back in seconds and the eyes, her damned eyes, are still fixed in that challenging stare.
“What’s wrong with you?” She can hear the clip of her accent becoming more forced, and it’s a response to these damned Americans, always has been. If there’s one thing that hits them all in the same place, it’s a powerful, angry woman with a British accent. But the damn girl beneath her doesn’t know enough to react, and she laughs again, she laughs, she laughs, she laughs.
“Poor Madame Domino,” she purrs, and Deanna wants to rip her tongue out. “Bet you got so lonely out here, all on your own.”
Deanna doesn’t let her say another word. She wriggles downwards, stripping her out of the jumpsuit completely, and not hesitating before she brings her face up to the other woman’s cunt. She smells fresh and young, even if the scent’s a little stale, and this is where Deanna knows she can shine because she had a lot of experience before the bombs fell, and two hundred years to ruminate and ponder has only given her new ideas.
The bitch bucks and moans beneath her, and finally, finally, she can feel her caving in. Her hands find Deanna’s head, pressing her down, and Deanna swipes at her hands, grabbing her wrists, pinning her down. She arches her hips then instead, and Deanna gets a face full of flesh she wasn’t expecting. She nips at the sensitive skin, rolling the girl’s clit between her teeth harshly. The girl hisses, yelps, groans, but Deanna doesn’t stop. Beg, she thinks, beg, you wilful bitch.
Experience and Treachery 3/3
(Anonymous) 2012-04-18 02:08 am (UTC)(link)The girl’s eyes are hazed with lust, disorientated. Deanna takes the opportunity to slip out of her clothes and straddle the girl’s neck, forcing herself downwards. She’s pleasantly eager now, and noisy with it, and she’s not bad for someone so young. Deanna expects a lot of her goodwill comes from the ridiculous dry spell she’s been enduring, but she doesn’t care. It’s better than nothing. Hearing the girl splutter when she grinds too hard against her face, she knows it’s better than nothing.
It takes her mere minutes to come, but she doesn’t stop there. She forces the girl to clean her up juices with her tongue, cooing to her as she starts on round two. Deanna can feel her vigour fading, and she wriggles round, bringing her face back down against the girl’s cunt. She works on her with long, slow licks, making it clear with the gyrations of her body that another good turn will earn her one back. The girl renews her efforts, her hands now freed and running over the uneven cheeks of Deanna’s ass.
It takes her longer this time. Every time the girl slows down, Deanna reinvigorates her with another nip to the clit. To Deanna’s surprise (and her great pleasure), she never tries the same. Broken, she thinks, well and truly broken. Gagging for it, like Deanna knew she would be by the end of this.
She feels herself rising to her second climax and works a hand down to the girl’s cunt. She spares no time in working two fingers inside her wetness, thrusting raggedly as she grinds back into the girl’s face. The girl comes with a cry, and Deanna finds her final gasp of pleasure in the unchained obedience of that moan. She comes down slowly, out of a haze, and the girl is still gasping beneath her.
Deanna pulls the naked, sweaty thing to her feet. “Experience and treachery,” she whispers, “will always win out over youth and vigour. Don’t fucking forget that. Now, go get me my treasure.”
She propels her from the stairwell, bolting the door behind her. It’s a long time before she feels modest enough to put her clothes back on.
Not even nuclear war can stop Deanna Domino from getting what she wants.
Re: Experience and Treachery 3/3
(Anonymous) 2012-04-19 06:30 am (UTC)(link)jeezum christo, this was hot beyond measure.
Re: Experience and Treachery 3/3
(Anonymous) 2012-04-20 10:00 am (UTC)(link)Re: Experience and Treachery 3/3
(Anonymous) 2012-04-20 10:32 am (UTC)(link)OP IS SO VERY PLEASED.
this is just so wonderful. /you/ are wonderful anon.
very very wonderful.
Re: Experience and Treachery 3/3
(Anonymous) 2012-04-21 02:29 am (UTC)(link)