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Christine’s cheeks heated at what he implied, but soon cooled at their conversation. “Oh, hon, it’s not like she’s going to dance with an actual computer! She’s made a interface for him…a human suit, if you will.” Christine explained as the food began to trickle in from the kitchen. “You could say so…Jarvis certainly loves her like family, when she was a baby, my goodness, Jarvis was the best babysitter around!

"He’s the one that watched her when you came to visit, love." She looked to Loki, still holding his hand, grinning deviously when food was placed before her.

"Ah..the blond one..He does seem to love her so," Loki nodded.

"I miss him so much..When I see him, ill smile the biggest smile I will ever make..and Tony..gosh I missed him..the mechanic."

Loki looked over at Kelsey. She really did miss these Midgardian ‘men.’

Christine hit Loki’s arm playfully, smiling and shaking her head. “Don’t give her that look, she likes who she likes, Frigga never gave you that look when you told her you loved me.” Said she, taking up her fork and beginning to eat the pancake, gently letting Loki’s hand free, so he could eat. “Besides, they’re her ‘family’…it’s not like she’s romantically in love with them, right, Kelsey?”

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The doctor nodded slowly as he began to scrawl his pencil rapidly over the yellowed pages…

"Oh Christine… Don’t apologise, not to me. Not for this, my precious Angel…" He practically whimpered as he gave her delicate hand a squeeze. "Please, dry your tears, cry no more. I-I shouldn’t have said anything. But… It’s just-" He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to calm himself, to stop the infuriating tears from trickling from his aching eyes.

"It’s just that I almost lost you today, Christine. Again. At least, had you left with De Changy." Erik spat the name out between clenched teeth, as if the very words tasted vile in his mouth. "You would be alive and well, and happy. But… But when I saw you, laying on the bed…" He paused, clearing his throat as the lump began to arise once more.

"I made my decision as soon as I registered the scene before my eyes. Had you not said a word when you did, I would have taken the knife and ripped my throat in two, from ear to ear." His voice had grown solemn, almost deadly as he stared across the room before he sighed and began to stroke her hair, calmingly.

"You are my everything, Christine. Without you, I would not be able to sleep. Your music would torment my mind and eating would have no value. I would no longer be able to function. My life is nothing without you in it." He whispered, closing his eyes.

Christine was without words for the longest of times, her body trembling, even under his soothing hand. A black pit of despair grew in her of what could’ve happened, and what did. And it was for such a stupid reason too: she felt he didn’t love her. Of course, at the time, she was influenced by all the fighting or ‘debates’ as she likes to call them, going on between them. And Christine couldn’t stand the thought that he didn’t love her anymore; she didn’t want to be in a world where the person she loved most dearly and intimately, hated her, and spoke her name with as much evil as he did when he uttered Raoul’s name.

She should’ve walked out and asked him, my god, talking it over would’ve been so much easier! Alas….her mind was blinded by negative thoughts of her. Such as: how can he love you like this? Your hips are too wide and you’d breasts, too small! Your hair’s too brown and, what, are you a poodle?!

How could you ever think he’d love you? ….Those thoughts are what pushed her to do what she did….but now…she sat silent beside Erik. “I love you…I love you so much..I-I thought you hated me, despised me as much as you do Raoul…And I…I couldn’t take that thought…I couldn’t live in a world where I give all of my love to someone and….I’m hated..”

She whimpered finally, closing her eyes as she spoke. “You are my universe, Erik, and I love you.” She whispered, turning, with burning eyes, and kissing his cheek.

Erik continued to stroke her hair softly, humming softly in hopes to soothe her, to cease the tears. “I could never hate you, Christine. No matter what you do, I will always adore you.” He murmured reassuringly. He lifted his head and stared across the room, to the farthest wall in thought.

This was his fault. It would forever be his fault. His angel, laying half dead on their bed, and all because of he was as stubborn as an ass. His bleeding heart broke at the though, the memory. Well, no more. No longer would he deny her what she wished, no matter what.

"I love you, Christine. I always will…" He whispered before propping himself up elbow. "You need to sleep my dear, we both do. It’s been a stressful day." Erik spoke slightly louder than he had before. "But… Before you go to sleep…" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steel himself as he reached down and took her hand gingerly within his slender fingers, raising it and placing her palm over his masked cheek. He let his hand drop from hers as the fear shone evidently within his liquor coloured irises.

"Remove it, if you still wish to do so. I promise you, not one more pointless arguments over this piece of porcelain. If you wish for me not to wear it… Then I shall not wear it any longer." He lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes. No matter how many times she had told him that she was not fearful of his horrendous face, he could only envision her with the same horror, the same loathing, in her eyes. Such as had been in his own mothers eyes.

She hesitated a moment before pressing their lips together, her eyes closing as she caressed the smooth cover of his face. And gently, as if she feared she’d hurt him, she removed it, but not once did she open her eyes; too busy kissing him to. The hand with the mask laid down and placed the mask on his lap, before reaching up once more and letting her fingers explore the new bit she got of him. Though, her fingertips only grazed his skin, fearing to cause him injury, for she knew not what hurt him and where; so she was careful everywhere. “I love you..”

She whispered, biting softly on his bottom lip. “Erik….do you want me to open my eyes?” She asked quietly. “I love you, Erik, my god, do I love you….may I? May I open my eyes, baby?” She asked, breaking their kiss, but never once opening her eyes without his consent, not even to peek!

Erik flinched as his mask, his shield from the world’s taunting eyes, was removed. The urge to lunge away from her and hide was so incredibly strong that his hands began to tremble violently. When she her fingers cascaded over the rough edges and crevices of his cheek, along the malformed semi-concaved half of his nose, the fault of bone and cartilage that never formed correctly, an almost fearful whimper escaped through his lips. No one had ever touched his mangled skin so gently, so lovingly.

"I-if you wish to…" He whispered nervously, picking at his fingernails timidly. He closed his eyes and dropped bowed his head, his chin pressed against his chest. He could not bear to meet her eyes.

Christine’s eyes opened slowly, and a smile was brought upon her lips; she pushed his chin up, so he could meet her gaze, and she gasped. “My goodness..” she whispered before kissing his nose. “I’ve never seen a more handsome man in my life” she added, admiring the opposing sides of his face, both equal in beauty, just, one of the sides had God’s stamp of approval. Her fingers trailed over his face, both sides, and pressed kisses to both sides. “I love you, Erik…goodness, I love you!

"You’re so handsome, dare I even say…tempting.." she grinned, winking to him before giggling, kissing the half of his face which was given the stamp of approval.

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"Skinny dipping sounds fun….but what if someone comes along and sees us? Or a shark tries to eat us!" Christine gasped, but gasped softly at Eve’s touch. She grinned and began pulling on the string to her bikini bottom, until it fell from her hot skin. "I think you might be onto something…last one in is a rotten egg!"

She cried, laughing as she jumped up and hurtled towards the water, giggling and throwing her bathing suit top off before diving into the water, at once shivering, losing her breath at the cold.

"Don’t worry darling, nothing will happen" she spoke as she kissed her once again. And ran behind her wife, but she didn’t look out and slipped in the water,"oh my" she spoke laughing as she pushed her wet hair back.

She shivered as she stood up and smied as she puts her arms around her,”getting hot already” she breathed against her skin and kissed her neck, sliding her hand to her breast and squeezed it softly.

"Oh, Eve.." she breathed, goosebumps rising on her skin. Christine’s hands trailed up and down Eve’s back, tracing out her shoulder blades and muscles before giving her backside a squeeze and grinning. "I’m warming up now" she purred into Evelina’s ear, nibbling on it.

Evelina smiled as she moaned softly and slides her hand to her wifes womanhood.While kissing her neck gently and leaving little marks on it,”so now everyone knows you’re mine” she spoke grinning as she goes lower to her breasts.

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Christine sighed, finally in her pajamas after a hard day at the Opera House. She plopped down onto her bed, her arm resting on her head for a moment before she yanked the covers over her, snuggling down into her pillow. She was nearly asleep when she heard bumping, strange bumping coming from the living room of her small apartment. But she dared not stand, she was too comfy! That is, until her phone rang. Groaning, she picked it up and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"

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All that the caller let into the speaker was an obnoxious breathing, loud enough to alarm Christine, but still soft enough not to be heard through out the apartment. “Hello Christine…” He breathed into the phone threateningly. “Why is a pretty girl like you… Alone in the dark…? Hmmm?” He was starting up his usual scare routine. “Your bed must be very comfy….” He let out, hinting that he knew her every move…

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Laying back her head and clenching her eyes closed was when colors ran before her eyes as he began his torture once more. Yellows crept over greens, blues attacked reds, and purples dotted over a black background; but what really made her grin was of the colors which striped, red and black, two colors she was quite getting used to! The continuation of his tongue flicking her like that, caused her to dig her feet into the couch, loud moans being choked out, between her numbing lips. “F-Freddy…I’m-I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum-m..” She managed to sneak out, her clit throbbing with pleasure as he tended to it; she dug her nails deeper, half expecting a cry of pain from him!

"K-Keep eating m-me…p-please.." She begged softly, her moans escalating in volume.

Freddy’s eyes were closed, his tongue staying in one little area, the flipping around to the other side… The little bead must’ve been overwhelmed! “Eheheh, yezz vat’s kingof ve point-eh” His speech comically impaired because… Well for the time being his tongue was a little busy. Instead of flicking it now, he started poking at it with the tip of his demon tongue… He knew she could feel him smile against her lips at her pleas… He dragged his nails deftly over her thighs and rubbed her where could reach… He then inserted two of his fingers on either side of him so he could get to the very deepest part… Who knew that using your tongue could make a guy hard as a lead pipe!

//sorry that took so long!!!

The orgasm was so different to the one which had drenched the couch the few hours before. For minutes, it grew deep inside her in jerky snaps, conducted by the rhythm of his tongue. It peaked beneath her clit over and over before he caught on to it and pulled…pulled…It was different. Longer, somehow wetter—as if she needed more of herself to pour into his mouth. As she calmed, he lingered over the swell of her and licked. “Freddy!” She screamed, dissolving onto his fingers, her body heating again as she was lifted once more, on the peak of her second orgasm.

Freddy let his tongue caress the little orb, and he felt her tighten, tighten, tighten, and tighten, and then she bucked more, and then he found he needed to swallow for her fluids had leaked down into his mouth… Surprisingly enough, she didnt slow down, if anything she picked up the pase and so did he, flicking and tickling and poking and wandering… He eventually felt the same wetness in his trousers… He thought ‘Well, she can handle a demon tongue and two fingers, lets try two more…’ So he put in his two middle fingers next to his pointers, and felt her adjust and writhe around him. He fit everything in there, and he ever so gently pressed his teeth into the silky abyss between his tongue and front teeth… Trying to ‘milk’ the expirience, so to speak….

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Freudian Slip //I'm sorry, I hope this is ok, I just couldn't resist how interesting this one could turn out xD {thephantomandhisangel}

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Freudian Slip: Muse will accidentally let their dirty thoughts slip out in conversation.

Christine sat across from Erik at some fancy restaurant they’d decided on; there was no special occasion, they just felt like eating out that night. Christine was, in all honesty, a little tipsy, however she could still sort out right from wrong and was completely under her own persona. Though, something strange happened when she spoke. “…Oh! Did I tell you about Meg falling today during rehersal?

"It was, I don’t want to say wonderful, but it was wonderful! Nearly as wonderful as it would be if you would fuck me hard in box five." She said, her hands immediately rushing to cover her mouth, what on earth did she just say?!

//XD Muhahaha!

 

Christine nodded wearily, her body limp upon the stone floor; she was covered in sweat and whatever else, her chest rising and falling quicker than it had ever been. “That—That was our best, baby…” she whimpered, pulses of relaxation flowing through her. She kissed his cheek, or what she could reach of it, and ran her fingers through his hair. “I love you so much…”

"I love you too, my Christine…" he whispered, pulling her up into his arms. "I suppose I should return you back home… we should rest, let our little baby become… well, a baby," he teased lightly, kissing her cheek. He stood and lifted her, carrying her back to his lair, locking the front door tightly. He threw his cloak in the washbasin before bringing her back to their bedroom.

"But, I love you more" she giggled, poking his nose, but holding onto him, cuddling up to his chest; she loved it when he carried her. "You are so hot" she said, looking over him as she laid her down, her teeth resting on her bottom lip. "Our child will be lucky that they have such a sexy daddy." She winked, giggling and snuggling beneath the covers, cuddling up to his side of the bed, awaiting his arrival next to her.

Erik took a quick glance up to meet her eyes before swiftly glancing down to the ground, pulling his hood down further. "I believe the aspect of a couch completely destroys the purpose of a walk." He said, dropping his hand from his eyes, narrowing them to slits once again. He gravely regreted keeping himself hidden away in the dark for so long, for now he felt practically blind! With a clear of his throat, he flicked his cloak and offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

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"That we shall!" She giggled, taking his arm and walking with him, weary to let him lead. She glanced over to him as they walked, attempting to shield him from the sun as much as possible by angling him differently. "Love, if the hood is not enough, we could get you a hat!" She assured, peeking into the hood.

He shook his head, turning and dipping his head down to meet her eyes. “A hat would not hide the mask from the rest of Paris my dear.” He said lowly, patting her hand reassuringly. “I will be fine, it’s just going to take some… Getting used to. The sun, how bright it is outside, that is. I will admit, it’s incredibly odd to be outside during the day. Too much time spent underground.” He looked around intently, taking in everything with his head cocked to the side like a curious and confused animal. The world was such a different place during the daylight hours. The people, the sounds of whinnying of horses as their heavy hooves collided with the cobblestone. Things he never thought he’d see and hear again. Strange. “Lead the way.” He said with a gesture of his free hand.

She nodded, leaning ever closer to hear his words, for she felt if he spoke too loud, he would gain the attention of all the Parisians! Her fears fleeting, she nodded once more, smiling a smile which entrapped the morning sunshine, and a hum that caused the birds to pause their songs, their heads upon their breasts in disrepute. “It’s not too far now!” She said excitedly, her body quivering at thoughts of the quaint family they would grow together; oh, she could hardly keep her jubilation bottled inside of her! As aforementioned, some of this jubilation escaped between her lips as hums!

Grasping his hand with both of her own, she paused before the apartment. “What do you think? Is it not a happy home?” She giggled, motioning to the stained lemon yellow paint upon the outside of the apartment.

Erik squinted his eyes again, gladly finding that he didn’t need to narrow them as much as he had when he had first stepped out into the sunlight. Though he found the light practically reflecting from the building’s paint slightly uncomfortable. His head cocked to the side slightly as he inspected every aspect of the building, from the large and heavy looking dark-oiled mahogany doors that stood atop the sandstone steps, up to the singular, lonesome gargoyle statue that sat, perched on the stoned ledge of the tall building’s roof.

He liked that touch.

He answered her question with three simple ones of his own, ducking his head down so that the amber glow of his eyes was visible to her. “Do you like it, Christine? Can you see yourself living here? Better yet, do you want to live here?” He asked, raising his brow.

With a moment’s hesitation, Christine answered, holding his hand tight in her own, weary to lose her practically blind lover to the streets of Paris. “I like it…and it’s in a very good neighborhood, it’s not too terribly far from anything, to answer your latter questions we must go inside! Oh, you’ll love it! Did you see the gargoyle? I thought you might like it.”

She giggled, pulling him gently up the steps, watching his every movement and her grip never turning loose. “They have a large room that was used as an office which I figured could be a music room for you! Or, likewise, if you need an office, you could use it as such…or both!” She cried, pulling him up the final step before turning and knocking on the door. A spritely woman answered to that knock, her hair laying straightened around her bosom whilst she adorned very floral garb and a white apron soiled with stains of baking.

Her eyes were a deep brown, but reflected the light of the sun well, almost as well as that of the paint on the house! “Bonjour, Madame! Do you remember me? Christine Daae? Well..I’m back!

"Oh, this is Erik, my…." Christine paused struggling on what to call him!

"Fiancé." Erik continued cooly, on her behalf without even the slightest hint hesitation. "Erik de Machaut, no relation to the composer Guillaume. It is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance, Madame." He spoke courteously, his smooth, velvety voice causing him to sound incredibly charming. He chose against placing a gentlemanly kiss to the woman’s hand. It was to personal a thing for him to do. He instead decided to bow his head to her, as if tipping an invisible hat.

The woman looked at a loss for words, seemingly trapped within the intense gaze of those hypnotic golden eyes. She quickly shook herself from the voluntary trance, her face stretching into a genuinely kind smile. “Oh, How could I forget one of the politest young ladies I’ve ever spoken to? And call me Antoinette, Miss Christine, or shall I say Madame?” The older woman asked with a laugh before opening the door completely. “Please, do come in.” She said, catching a glimpse of a strong, stubbled jaw beneath the hood of the statuesque shade of a man.

Christine’s smile widened at the woman’s words, gaining goosebumps at Erik’s voice, how he could manipulate it so always amazed her! Their hands entwined together, she walked with him through the threshold, beaming with excitement. The years trodden, hardwood floors were worn and scratched, creaking beneath their weight as they were led to the stairs, the elfish woman leading the way. Christine glanced over to him and kissed his cheek, giving a brighter smile whilst she held tight to the banister, not trusting only the floorboards to hold her up.

A small smile tugged up the corners of his lips, pulling at the old, claw marked scars that crisscrossed over his chiseled jaw. He followed closely behind her, walking up the old stairs with his free hand trailing along the goosebumped flesh of her arm before coming to rest on the small of her back. “A problem, Madame?” He purred gruffly into her ear, smirking mischievously with a dark chuckle.

The woman lead them up to the second story and opened the door to the currently unused apartment, waving them inside. “This is the apartment that is up for purchase, Monsieur. It has two well sized bedrooms, a bathroom, a conjoined kitchen dining and living room as well as a rather large office.” She said with a smile as she gave the couple a brief tour.

Erik nodded as a sign that he was listening, although the reality was that her words merely went through one ear and out the other. He was much too busy taking in every detail of the apartment. The deep, red wallpaper accentuated by dark mahogany baseboards that lead to a large granite and cast iron fireplace.

He closed his eyes for a moment, images of himself and his Christine, married and living happily together, on the surface, like any other normal couple in France. Her, perched on his lap as he sat in front of the fireplace, reading to her, or telling her folk stories of old countries.

Christine nearly closed her eyes, a shudder running through her spine.
"You keep doing that and we’ll have an early honeymoon." She smirked, pausing at seeing the inside of the apartment and smiling, it smelt of flowers and tobacco smoke, which emanated from the floor. "I love it" she whispered, taken aback by the furnishings and the view. "…Yes" she whispered, referring to Erik’s former questions.

"Yes, I can see us here, Erik…I can see us here!" She giggled, hugging him and kissing his cheek before turning to the woman. "How much would you like for the apartment, Madame?"

Erik grinned deviously with a quiet snicker, leaning down to rest his chest against her back with his wiry arms wrapped around her waist loosely. He gave a rough hum into her ear, his lips brushing against her pale neck. “I’m afraid I cannot find a problem with that…” He growled against her skin.

But as quickly as he had become rather intimate, so to speak, he had pulled himself away and tucked his arms behind his back as if nothing had ever happened. “I too can see us hear, my love.” He murmured quietly.

The woman nodded and smile to the both of them. “Well, currently I’m asking for around… Six thousand francs.” She spoke quietly, wringing her hands together nervously. Erik merely smiled darkly and produced a black leather pouch. He had been planning on buying the place as soon as Christine had told him about it, about how much she liked it as she held the binder fondly. “Madame, I fear I find the asking price much too low for such a lovely abode. Keep the rest. Christine and I shall begin moving our belongings within the next few days.”

Christine squealed and jumped into Erik’s arms, hugging him tight and kissing his hooded face. “We’re really going to live together! Oh, Erik, we’re going to have a little family!” She cried, giggling and not relenting on her kisses. She gasped and bounded from his arms, over to the woman, wringing her hand.

"Oh, I’m so excited! I’ll try not to sing too loud, but opera can get pretty loud, oh, but we’ll try! Thank you, thank you!" She twirled back over to Erik, hugging his arm and kissing his shoulder. "Are you ready for that honeymoon?" She whispered to his ear, nibbling on it lightly.

Erik gave her one of his unusual lopsided smiles as he lifted her in his arms and spun her around before placing her back down on her feet. “Yes, yes we are.” He said before ducking his head down and lowering his voice. “Though I do believe we were already doing that.” He murmured with a snicker.

"Oh, I believe I am ready for that honeymoon…" He spoke the words in a husky growl into her ear, his warm breath dancing over her swanlike neck as he chuckled devilishly before straightening up and taking the keys the small woman had held out to him.

"Thank you, Monsieur Erik, Madame Christine. I do hope you enjoy living here, it is a wonderful apartment." Antoinette bowed her head slightly before taking her leave, to let the couple explore their new home. And to count the money. There definitely was more in the sack than she asked for.

Christine waited for the small woman to be a few stairs away before she tackled Erik, kissing over his cheeks and down his neck, leaving little marks on his soft skin. “Mine” she breathed, her hands trailing over his chest, slipping beneath his shirt to explore his skin. “Honeymoon starts now” she declared with a snicker, nibbling on his ear before panting and moaning his name to him. “You brought this upon yourself, babe.” she purred, pulling away a moment to smile at him.

Christine sighed, finally in her pajamas after a hard day at the Opera House. She plopped down onto her bed, her arm resting on her head for a moment before she yanked the covers over her, snuggling down into her pillow. She was nearly asleep when she heard bumping, strange bumping coming from the living room of her small apartment. But she dared not stand, she was too comfy! That is, until her phone rang. Groaning, she picked it up and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"

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All that the caller let into the speaker was an obnoxious breathing, loud enough to alarm Christine, but still soft enough not to be heard through out the apartment. “Hello Christine…” He breathed into the phone threateningly. “Why is a pretty girl like you… Alone in the dark…? Hmmm?” He was starting up his usual scare routine. “Your bed must be very comfy….” He let out, hinting that he knew her every move…

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Laying back her head and clenching her eyes closed was when colors ran before her eyes as he began his torture once more. Yellows crept over greens, blues attacked reds, and purples dotted over a black background; but what really made her grin was of the colors which striped, red and black, two colors she was quite getting used to! The continuation of his tongue flicking her like that, caused her to dig her feet into the couch, loud moans being choked out, between her numbing lips. “F-Freddy…I’m-I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum-m..” She managed to sneak out, her clit throbbing with pleasure as he tended to it; she dug her nails deeper, half expecting a cry of pain from him!

"K-Keep eating m-me…p-please.." She begged softly, her moans escalating in volume.

Freddy’s eyes were closed, his tongue staying in one little area, the flipping around to the other side… The little bead must’ve been overwhelmed! “Eheheh, yezz vat’s kingof ve point-eh” His speech comically impaired because… Well for the time being his tongue was a little busy. Instead of flicking it now, he started poking at it with the tip of his demon tongue… He knew she could feel him smile against her lips at her pleas… He dragged his nails deftly over her thighs and rubbed her where could reach… He then inserted two of his fingers on either side of him so he could get to the very deepest part… Who knew that using your tongue could make a guy hard as a lead pipe!

//sorry that took so long!!!

The orgasm was so different to the one which had drenched the couch the few hours before. For minutes, it grew deep inside her in jerky snaps, conducted by the rhythm of his tongue. It peaked beneath her clit over and over before he caught on to it and pulled…pulled…It was different. Longer, somehow wetter—as if she needed more of herself to pour into his mouth. As she calmed, he lingered over the swell of her and licked. “Freddy!” She screamed, dissolving onto his fingers, her body heating again as she was lifted once more, on the peak of her second orgasm.

Freddy let his tongue caress the little orb, and he felt her tighten, tighten, tighten, and tighten, and then she bucked more, and then he found he needed to swallow for her fluids had leaked down into his mouth… Surprisingly enough, she didnt slow down, if anything she picked up the pase and so did he, flicking and tickling and poking and wandering… He eventually felt the same wetness in his trousers… He thought ‘Well, she can handle a demon tongue and two fingers, lets try two more…’ So he put in his two middle fingers next to his pointers, and felt her adjust and writhe around him. He fit everything in there, and he ever so gently pressed his teeth into the silky abyss between his tongue and front teeth… Trying to ‘milk’ the expirience, so to speak….

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There had been rumor among those who catered to the royal family of Persia, that a great magician was en route to the palace, right that very minute! The harem girls said that it was rumored that this man, whomever he…

Christine gave a silent gasp at being chosen, oh god, that soul which she once had pitied, was that of her own! The guards were rather rough, which was nothing new to her, though, the throwing was a bit uncalled for. There she laid, upon the ground, almost at his feet; her body trembled and her breathing was the only source of sound in the room. She pressed her palms against the cold stone of the floor, pushing herself to her knees. She bowed her head upon her breast, keeping her eyes upon the floor….for the most part.

From what she felt, and the little she saw, of the room, she discovered that she’d never been in this room before! It was much cooler than the Harem, goosebumps rising on her skin, and it smelt of fresh air; she glanced up for a moment to see that, indeed, the window was agape, allowing cool air in, blowing the silken drapes back, as if the wind were wearing it as a cape. It took some time before Christine could work up the courage to speak, a rock forming in her throat. “W-Where would y-you like me, m-monsieur?” She questioned, her voice barely above a whisper.

It was the first time she’d been chosen, that was why she looked the most civilized of the harem girls. She swallowed hard, trying not to seem too nervous as her hands clasped each other in her lap; her knees beginning to ache due to the hard stone beneath her.

"Stand," he said, looking at the young girl. She couldn’t be older than twenty, though no younger than seventeen… still, she was very young. He took a moment to study her, his eyes traveling over every inch of her body. Unlike most of the other girls, she had wild, chocolate curls cascading down her back and framing her shoulders. She was veiled with an blue veil that matched her other attire: a long, think blue skirt and strapless brassiere. Her navel was pierced with a matching gem as well, like all of the other Harem girls. 

She was rather thin, though her hips were those of a mature woman, giving her luscious curves that rounded into a round backside. She was beautiful, gorgeous… how did he get so lucky to pick a girl like her?

"Tell me your name, girl…" he said, lifting his chin a little as he took a closer look at her.

Christine did as she was told, slowly standing before him as he looked over her; she could fell his eyes upon her, which made her cheeks burn a bright pink color. She wanted to tell him that she was new, and of how inexperienced she was, so he wouldn’t be too disappointed…but what if he hurt her? Or something like that? His nickname was the ‘Angel of Death’, but if she kept quiet, he would think she was just plain terrible, and she might get lashings! “M-My name is C-Christine Daae, monsieur.”

 She said, her head bowed, not daring to look up, for she knew not what she would face! “M-Monsieur I…” she began, attempting to form the sentence in her head before she spoke. “I’ve never b-been…” she paused, her heart thumping faster. “I’ve n-never been chosen b-before.” She finished, her pulse radiating through her, hell, she felt her heartbeat in her toes!

He rose an eyebrow, stopping in front of her. “Are you telling me that you are a virgin, madame? That matter is not important to me, for I do not plan on using you to keep my company,” he said, walking slowly around her in a circle. “As a matter of fact, I told the Shah himself I had no use for a ‘maid’, yet he insisted that I have one. So I am afraid you are stuck with me.”

He stopped in front of her once more, quickly taking her chin and bringing it up so she could look into his eyes. “My only requests are that you do as I say, and you do not touch my mask or my music. Understood, Miss Daae?”

"Y-Yes, monsieur…I am a virgin" she agreed, finding that he wasn’t at all as ugly as her friends took him to be. His eyes were mesmerizing, and she felt herself staring into them as her jaw began to hang agape. Though, even in her paralysis, she was thanking the gods, mentally, that he planned not to touch her. The man’s fingers were cold on her jaw, but she liked it, for her body was always so warm, cold was always welcomed. "Y-Yes" she said once more, breaking out of her paralysis, her eyes roaming over the rest of his visible features.

He had a strong jawline and cheekbones; he was suave, but a suave so much that would murder someone. And, he probably did. “What would you like for me to do now, m-monsieur?” She asked, her stuttering greatly reduced at the solace of her body remaining her own.

Erik stepped away, pondering her question for a moment. “The Shah should be returning any moment with more clothing for you and instructions for me… why don’t you go to the closet and hang my things?” he said, gesturing towards his case that sat on the bed. “I assume you will not snoop through my things, but I will warn you, if you do, you will regret it.”

He began to walk away from the room before another though popped into his mind. “I do trust you, Mademoiselle, and do not mean to frighten you… I hope I do not scare you. I intend to do you no harm.”

Christine’s heart leapt into her throat at the thought of what he would do to her if he found her snooping. She gave a quick nod, turning and shakily walking to his suitcase before he called her back; his words soothed her a little, but the key word in his statement was ‘intend’. She flashed a smile to him before turning completely to his case, bending down, to her knees, and unlatching it, inside were black suits and fine Persian robes, but there was nothing colorful! It was all black, with little hints of color. He would simply burn up in the hot Persian sun! Nevertheless, she did as was instructed and began to hang all of his clothes, finding the lightest black and beginning with that.

Once done, she closed his case and placed it beside the inn table, next to the bed, and stood silently in the room, not wanting to bother him, she walked to the window, letting the breeze blow her hair and veil (which she’d pushed over her head) back.

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Persia//Closed.

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There had been rumor among those who catered to the royal family of Persia, that a great magician was en route to the palace, right that very minute! The harem girls said that it was rumored that this man, whomever he…

Christine gave a silent gasp at being chosen, oh god, that soul which she once had pitied, was that of her own! The guards were rather rough, which was nothing new to her, though, the throwing was a bit uncalled for. There she laid, upon the ground, almost at his feet; her body trembled and her breathing was the only source of sound in the room. She pressed her palms against the cold stone of the floor, pushing herself to her knees. She bowed her head upon her breast, keeping her eyes upon the floor….for the most part.

From what she felt, and the little she saw, of the room, she discovered that she’d never been in this room before! It was much cooler than the Harem, goosebumps rising on her skin, and it smelt of fresh air; she glanced up for a moment to see that, indeed, the window was agape, allowing cool air in, blowing the silken drapes back, as if the wind were wearing it as a cape. It took some time before Christine could work up the courage to speak, a rock forming in her throat. “W-Where would y-you like me, m-monsieur?” She questioned, her voice barely above a whisper.

It was the first time she’d been chosen, that was why she looked the most civilized of the harem girls. She swallowed hard, trying not to seem too nervous as her hands clasped each other in her lap; her knees beginning to ache due to the hard stone beneath her.

"Stand," he said, looking at the young girl. She couldn’t be older than twenty, though no younger than seventeen… still, she was very young. He took a moment to study her, his eyes traveling over every inch of her body. Unlike most of the other girls, she had wild, chocolate curls cascading down her back and framing her shoulders. She was veiled with an blue veil that matched her other attire: a long, think blue skirt and strapless brassiere. Her navel was pierced with a matching gem as well, like all of the other Harem girls. 

She was rather thin, though her hips were those of a mature woman, giving her luscious curves that rounded into a round backside. She was beautiful, gorgeous… how did he get so lucky to pick a girl like her?

"Tell me your name, girl…" he said, lifting his chin a little as he took a closer look at her.

Christine did as she was told, slowly standing before him as he looked over her; she could fell his eyes upon her, which made her cheeks burn a bright pink color. She wanted to tell him that she was new, and of how inexperienced she was, so he wouldn’t be too disappointed…but what if he hurt her? Or something like that? His nickname was the ‘Angel of Death’, but if she kept quiet, he would think she was just plain terrible, and she might get lashings! “M-My name is C-Christine Daae, monsieur.”

 She said, her head bowed, not daring to look up, for she knew not what she would face! “M-Monsieur I…” she began, attempting to form the sentence in her head before she spoke. “I’ve never b-been…” she paused, her heart thumping faster. “I’ve n-never been chosen b-before.” She finished, her pulse radiating through her, hell, she felt her heartbeat in her toes!

He rose an eyebrow, stopping in front of her. “Are you telling me that you are a virgin, madame? That matter is not important to me, for I do not plan on using you to keep my company,” he said, walking slowly around her in a circle. “As a matter of fact, I told the Shah himself I had no use for a ‘maid’, yet he insisted that I have one. So I am afraid you are stuck with me.”

He stopped in front of her once more, quickly taking her chin and bringing it up so she could look into his eyes. “My only requests are that you do as I say, and you do not touch my mask or my music. Understood, Miss Daae?”

"Y-Yes, monsieur…I am a virgin" she agreed, finding that he wasn’t at all as ugly as her friends took him to be. His eyes were mesmerizing, and she felt herself staring into them as her jaw began to hang agape. Though, even in her paralysis, she was thanking the gods, mentally, that he planned not to touch her. The man’s fingers were cold on her jaw, but she liked it, for her body was always so warm, cold was always welcomed. "Y-Yes" she said once more, breaking out of her paralysis, her eyes roaming over the rest of his visible features.

He had a strong jawline and cheekbones; he was suave, but a suave so much that would murder someone. And, he probably did. “What would you like for me to do now, m-monsieur?” She asked, her stuttering greatly reduced at the solace of her body remaining her own.

Freudian Slip //I'm sorry, I hope this is ok, I just couldn't resist how interesting this one could turn out xD {thephantomandhisangel}

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Christine sat across from Erik at some fancy restaurant they’d decided on; there was no special occasion, they just felt like eating out that night. Christine was, in all honesty, a little tipsy, however she could still sort out right from wrong and was completely under her own persona. Though, something strange happened when she spoke. “…Oh! Did I tell you about Meg falling today during rehersal?

"It was, I don’t want to say wonderful, but it was wonderful! Nearly as wonderful as it would be if you would fuck me hard in box five." She said, her hands immediately rushing to cover her mouth, what on earth did she just say?!

//XD Muhahaha!

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Persia//Closed.

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There had been rumor among those who catered to the royal family of Persia, that a great magician was en route to the palace, right that very minute! The harem girls said that it was rumored that this man, whomever he…

Christine gave a silent gasp at being chosen, oh god, that soul which she once had pitied, was that of her own! The guards were rather rough, which was nothing new to her, though, the throwing was a bit uncalled for. There she laid, upon the ground, almost at his feet; her body trembled and her breathing was the only source of sound in the room. She pressed her palms against the cold stone of the floor, pushing herself to her knees. She bowed her head upon her breast, keeping her eyes upon the floor….for the most part.

From what she felt, and the little she saw, of the room, she discovered that she’d never been in this room before! It was much cooler than the Harem, goosebumps rising on her skin, and it smelt of fresh air; she glanced up for a moment to see that, indeed, the window was agape, allowing cool air in, blowing the silken drapes back, as if the wind were wearing it as a cape. It took some time before Christine could work up the courage to speak, a rock forming in her throat. “W-Where would y-you like me, m-monsieur?” She questioned, her voice barely above a whisper.

It was the first time she’d been chosen, that was why she looked the most civilized of the harem girls. She swallowed hard, trying not to seem too nervous as her hands clasped each other in her lap; her knees beginning to ache due to the hard stone beneath her.

"Stand," he said, looking at the young girl. She couldn’t be older than twenty, though no younger than seventeen… still, she was very young. He took a moment to study her, his eyes traveling over every inch of her body. Unlike most of the other girls, she had wild, chocolate curls cascading down her back and framing her shoulders. She was veiled with an blue veil that matched her other attire: a long, think blue skirt and strapless brassiere. Her navel was pierced with a matching gem as well, like all of the other Harem girls. 

She was rather thin, though her hips were those of a mature woman, giving her luscious curves that rounded into a round backside. She was beautiful, gorgeous… how did he get so lucky to pick a girl like her?

"Tell me your name, girl…" he said, lifting his chin a little as he took a closer look at her.

Christine did as she was told, slowly standing before him as he looked over her; she could fell his eyes upon her, which made her cheeks burn a bright pink color. She wanted to tell him that she was new, and of how inexperienced she was, so he wouldn’t be too disappointed…but what if he hurt her? Or something like that? His nickname was the ‘Angel of Death’, but if she kept quiet, he would think she was just plain terrible, and she might get lashings! “M-My name is C-Christine Daae, monsieur.”

 She said, her head bowed, not daring to look up, for she knew not what she would face! “M-Monsieur I…” she began, attempting to form the sentence in her head before she spoke. “I’ve never b-been…” she paused, her heart thumping faster. “I’ve n-never been chosen b-before.” She finished, her pulse radiating through her, hell, she felt her heartbeat in her toes!

Costume Party//Closed

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Loki grinned that grin that nobody could ever get out of their heads, “Good morning, Christine..Ah, good morning dear child..I heard you didn’t sleep last night.”

"I was practicing writing with ink and parchment," Kelsey sighed as she sat down.

"Well, that’s not a bad thing, but you should have been sleeping. Tonight’s a big night. You don’t want to disappoint that man of iron or the man that of a computer, do you?"

"Of course not.."

Christine pushed in Kelsey’s chair and moved to sit beside her husband, threading her fingers between his and bringing his knuckles to her lips, placing a kiss to them. “I told her she was going to take a nap today, going nights without sleep can really hurt you, sweetheart.” Christine said, turning her affectionate gaze to Kelsey. “No matter, we know that you will catch up on sleep, but…don’t do it again, alright?” Christine said, more sternly than she said all else.

"Good, because I’m famished!"

Loki chuckled; implying to Christine, “You seem to be always, my dear. You are going to the Halloween party with this JARVIS character, am I correct?”

Kelsey nodded, taking a sip of water, “Yes. Is that a problem?”

"It is quite strange to be having a partner that is a computer."

"Dad, he’s not my partner. He’s my uncle and brother.."

"Two titles, then?"

Christine’s cheeks heated at what he implied, but soon cooled at their conversation. “Oh, hon, it’s not like she’s going to dance with an actual computer! She’s made a interface for him…a human suit, if you will.” Christine explained as the food began to trickle in from the kitchen. “You could say so…Jarvis certainly loves her like family, when she was a baby, my goodness, Jarvis was the best babysitter around!

"He’s the one that watched her when you came to visit, love." She looked to Loki, still holding his hand, grinning deviously when food was placed before her.

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