"Judgment": A Dishonored Fanfic

Chapter 11

Elaine gasped, then spun around to see nothing but mist behind her, above her and below. Why was she back here? What she said surely wasn't that bad, was it?
She turned back again and saw him slowly approach, and for the first time, she was afraid. She took a step back. "H-hang on," she said as she saw the unusual look on his face, "I didn't mean to-"
   "Yes you did." He interrupted. "You meant every word."
Okay...maybe it was that bad.
As he continued to move closer, she started to take steps backward, wanting to keep the distance, and he saw that fear as he followed with relaxed pace.
Your footsteps are lying. This is what you wanted, wasn't it? For me to act, instead of being so passive? You'll get your wish.
Behind her, wisps of smoke started to manifest. They curled around her ankles and her backward movement suddenly stopped. She looked down, and the wisps buried themselves into the floor, rooting her to the spot. She could have attempted to try and break free, but inside, she knew that would be futile.
You can't escape from the wrath of a God. All she could do was watch his approach, and pray.
He stopped when he was barely a few inches away, right in front of her, and that tiny red light was in his eyes again. It was there constantly now, a ruby red like distant fire.
   "Don't kill me." She begged him. "Please don't kill me."
He looked at her feet, bound to the floor as they were, then looked back upwards to her face. Fear, with the smallest atom of excitement, was what he saw. Perfect.
He smiled.
He then reached forwards, taking her by the shoulders, and began to kiss her neck. She froze absolutely solid, shocked out of her wits like a bucket of ice-cold water had just been dumped onto her, then she slowly began to melt as she eventually realised what was happening to her.
He's moving! Fuck, he's actually...oh my God, that is so...
As his hands pulled her blouse out of her trousers and settled onto the bare skin of her waist, he paused briefly and said, "...is this human enough for you?" before carrying on. His hands were no longer idle, moving over her waist and back with a hint of nails.
She was so overcome with half-shock, half-desire, that she was unable to give a reply. That required a measure of thought, and that was fast leaving her. Every sense that still worked was focusing on her neck, the set of lips that were exploring it and those hands on her waist, so she used her arms around his neck as a reply instead. It was a struggle to even manage that, as the feeling she was receiving was once again far greater than it should normally have been.

As he continued, another set of wisps appeared behind him and she watched them with half-open eyes. They sinuously moved closer, attaching themselves to his shirt, then dove into the fibres of the material and pulled it completely off. It passed through, removing the need for him to use his arms, and she then saw the pale, toned physique of his upper body.
She didn't even have to process the thought; she just acted, her fingers moving to get at that skin and caress it in rushed-yet-gentle sweeps of her hands, and the wisps silently retreated back by a couple of metres to swirl lazily in the open air.
So warm, she thought. God, he's beautiful...
He then took his mouth to hers and deliberately started to tease, brushing against it and feeling her breathing become unevenly-spaced and slightly louder.
   "You need to let more of those thoughts out." He told her. "You don't have to keep them hidden now."
   "It's...instinct? Maybe? I don't know..." Her mind was a mess, it was easier to think rather than talk.
   "And what do those instincts tell you now, about this?"
I mean this in the nicest possible way, she thought, but please shut up. You're driving me crazy.
She took his face between her hands and kissed him, thereby cutting off his teasing words before he said more.
He took it, then reacted eagerly to assume control over that as well, adding a skilled tongue that was as restless as she felt.
The wisps returned, this time moving over his legs and removing his trousers while her closed eyes made her unaware of it. He took the fingers of her right hand, guiding them to a now fully-hard cock, and she instantly broke the kiss with a very surprised look on her passioned face. He wanted to laugh at that, the wide-eyed expression was very amusing.
A mischievous streak hit her, out of nowhere, and she decided that she could do some teasing of her own. She looked down as she just had to see it, then she took his suggestion and used it to trail her fingers up and down that solid length. She looked back up just in time to see his eyes close for the briefest of seconds in response, and just to make him thoroughly aware that two could play that game, she smiled at him.
He sought her mouth again, more passionately this time, and his hands rose to grab and squeeze her chest, pushing underneath the lace to get at more skin when she began to stroke him properly a couple of minutes later.
   "I could worship more thoroughly, if you wish?" She asked cheekily when she felt his legs move towards her slightly.
Clever. He pushed on her shoulders. "Go on." His voice now held a faint, airy quality to it, indicative of strong arousal.
Not needing to be told twice, she gladly sank to her knees, getting into a decently-comfy posture, and her tongue soon joined the still-stroking hand.
He gasped and looked down at her, watching, his hands taking her shoulders to keep her in place. Not that she'd have moved, of course, she was thoroughly enjoying herself now. It was as warm as the rest of him, and she briefly wondered what it would feel like as she set about getting her own back for all that teasing he'd previously done to her. He was very tolerant, exercising his restraint for quite some time before he grasped the back of her head and gave the slightest push on it. This signal was enough and she moved things along, taking him inside her mouth and working on him at decent pace.
He sighed then, a pretty sound to her ears, and continued to push her head in time to her movements.
...sometimes you don't need to talk, it seems. Your version of devotion is exquisite.