The weak yellow light coming from the ship illuminated the movement of the black waters, clearing them and showing their greenish hue. The same color as the shipwrecked pupils, the water encompassed everything.
And everything moved and everything turned. As if Sophie were on a merry-go-round, she could see the lights and the distorted faces under the water, with the refraction impeding their shapes. Her green eyes were large, so dilated, so blind. Reflecting that initial despair.
Bewildered and even a little unsteady, she could finally realize her fall. She could see the bubbles of air rising next to her red hair, she felt her body heavy and tried to stop herself from sinking any deeper.
Her hands felt like concrete and her clothes felt like an iron chain taking her down. She swayed, in desperate attempts to keep herself from sinking, but her movements seemed useless and only tired her.
She would not make it to the surface.
Would Sophie Chasseur die like that? Weak and useless, from which she was too drunk to save herself? The most promising daughter of that noble family, the same family that had landed her in those waters. Drunk enough not to think straight and save her own skin, Sophie visualized her end.
In a derogatory way, one that would always remind her of with shame.
Never.
She tried to regain her strength, slowly letting herself go. But she had swallowed too much water in her fall and her breath was almost screaming, burning her throat in her search for air. He couldn't give up, she wouldn't die in such a dishonorable way.
Her death would be some historic achievement, something that would elevate cermina even further, she would not die from water in her lungs.
That's when her cloudy eyes saw a hand. And in the next instant, she felt arms around her waist, taking her tightly and wrapping her in an embrace. Trying to get back to the surface as fast as possible, they swam in a hurry, while Sophie wrapped her legs and arms around her back.
As they emerged from the cold water and the difference in medium made itself present, winter was remembered with the drop in adrenaline. They both breathed hard, having Sophie cough and let out water as they climbed a small ladder of rope and wood.
As they set foot on the ship, Liz dropped her to the floor with her breathing uncompressed, her diaphragm with her clothes clinging up and down in a rapid, uncontrolled manner. The distant amber pupils glowed as they looked down on Sophie.
Niero came immediately and wrapped Sophie in a golden Dendalian cloak. She kept coughing and could clearly see her shivering with cold, while she looked at Liz with the same intensity, but with a previously unknown glow.
- The spank will come to you later. - Liz said looking at Klen, who was pale with fright. - And you...- Now turning to Von, Liz caught her breath as she watched him walk away with his arms crossed - you're coming with me. -
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- I really thought you guys fucked each other and everything, but apparently I could be wrong. - Liz spoke as she was followed by Von who was escorting Sophie, pushing her a few times to make her way to the cabins.
She didn't have her head down, but neither was she stuck out as she was known to do. From her purple lips could be heard only the grinding of her teeth. Niero's blanket was already all wet, dripping onto the floor of the entire ship and leaving a trail of water.
- Are you really going to be silent? - She turned and caught them looking away. Taking a deep breath, Lizandra continued walking when they reached the cabin. -Tomorrow morning I'll come to the two of you and we'll talk. -
As she said this, she opened the door to her cabin and went inside. The silence between the two of them became heavy like all the other times, but without delay. Von opened the cabin door and, guiding her by the shoulders, led her into the bathroom.
Without saying a word or even looking at her, he unrolled Niero's robe and removed the mesh of some fur that he didn't know what it was. He untied the laces of her boots, taking them off carefully and slowly. But when he threatened to unbutton her pants, the way Sophie held his hand made him stop.
- Go away. -
Again the authoritative tone. A sentence as short and as cold as the hand that was touching him with force. And again, he obeyed.
When she left the bathroom, he was still there. But the cabin was a little different, as Von had dragged the bed to the wall, removing the single mattress and placing it on the floor next to another one he had arranged. A few blankets also appeared, lining the bed and keeping it warm.
But as he watched her leave, Von immediately rolled his eyes. She was again dressed only in her wet black tank top, her pants were also wet, and her long fucking hair was dripping wet. He began to think that this woman was either trying to freeze to death or catch a cold, because that was the only way she could be so dumb... and so proud.
With his face completely showing his disgust, Von took off his black jacket and then the gray sweater, leaving only a black long-sleeved blouse. Without looking at her, he walked over to her and almost threw the blouse at her, Von covered her face.
She turned towards the bathroom, and only then removed the blouse from her head. When she returned, Von was already lying down, so all she did was turn off the light and lay down on the makeshift bed.
Von noticed the leak, but at the sight of her subtle act, something crawled up his skin like a worm, turning him over and bothering him. And by the time he realized it, he had rolled from one end to the other, hugging the cold body tightly against his chest.
She was silent, and he had respected that. Tucking her close to his body, he began to pull some covers over them, placing some especially around Sophie. But her skin was still cold, almost freezing his own body.
In a strange way, she let him grab her hair and pull it out of the mattress. But that didn't stop her from taking a few wet strands and rolling them around in her own fingers, again imagining their color in that pitch.
It was with his nose rubbing lightly against Sophie's forehead that Von was able to sleep that night.
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Woken by his own breath letting out the air softly through his half-open lips, Von lazily opened his eyes and threatened to stretch out his body. But his arms were around Sophie's waist, wrapping around her and drawing her body into his. His head was also a little below her breasts, he realized as he hugged her almost in desperation.
He instantly stood up.
With light entering through the small window, he could look around, seeing that it had been dawn for hours. Brown hair fell down his face as a blanket slid over his shoulder. Looking down, Von saw Sophie sleeping with her mouth open.
A warm sensation filled his chest and caused a stubborn smile to spring to the corner of his lips. He arched up to her, but ended up lying down again, propping his elbow on the mattress and watching her.
That wouldn't do any harm. She wouldn't know he was watching her, and he would forget about it, too. He would ignore the movement that almost burned him inside, and she would continue sleeping.
That morning would not be remembered, as if she had never existed, so there was nothing wrong with touching her face. Von could make that exception, because he had just woken up. And he wasn't reasoning straight.
" he wasn't reasoning straight..."
Sophie's hand took his, making Von's heart race as he was caught off guard.
- You woke me up... again... -
The husky voice coming from her entered his ear, making his breathing heavier. But then Sophie leaned her whole body towards him, making their faces millimeters apart.
He looked up at her dilated green pupils, the green totally bleached out by the incoming light, a yellowish hue. The glow of waking ignorance reflected it as the tones of perversion blended in. He couldn't look away, that green was so intensely faint that it hypnotized him.
Like a puppet controlled by strings, he didn't notice when he began to rub his nose against hers, still without breaking eye contact. He also could only redouble his awareness when he felt his hands sliding up Sophie's bare waist, groping her and skirting her way down to her smooth ass.
What exactly was that woman thinking about sleeping with only his mesh?
He also felt it when her bare legs entwined his thigh, gluing the cloth of his pants to the warm area. She also passed one of her thin arms around his neck, under his brown hair.
They were clinging to each other as if pride were nothing.
Their eyes still remained almost glued together, unlike their already united bodies. As if analyzing the territory to be walked on, they looked at each other to see who would give in first, to see who would be the most foolish to fall into temptation...
Sophie's mouth moved close to Von's ear, her warm, calm breath teasing him. Just when he thought he had won, he takes her lips, not letting her lose or win either.
Ah, He was the fool.
Victory or defeat, it was just a matter of point of view. He refused to be seduced by Sophie, but also refused to refuse her. And between giving her the victory or surrendering, the result was always the same. She would succeed.
The self-control of the night before was gone. The Von of the night before had dissipated, and at that moment, only her hunger reigned.
If their kisses began calmly, in a few seconds they became wild, thirsty, uncontrolled. Their tongues danced according to who was teasing whom, their hands moved to every corner in urgency, in need, their nails digging into their skin, scratching each other in ecstasy.
No time to waste on rationality.
Sophie began to stand up, pausing the kissing and sitting on her own legs. Von might have been unsure when he noticed her trying to pull away like this, but when he saw her holding his knit that she wore, everything in his mind clouded over.
There was a haze that separated reality and the sight of Sophie's body, a fine line between wrong and desire. And he just wanted to cross it.
She removed the cloth while holding the opposite sides of her arms together, crossing them and gradually and gracefully exposing her bare skin. Removing the blouse by her head, a few now curled red strands fell beside her breasts, skirting them.
He looked at Von with a defiant glare, expecting him to react. But when she saw his smug, almost lost face, the only thing she did was crawl over to him, climbing onto his lap and looking up at him.
He automatically grabbed one of her breasts, while one of his hands grabbed her ass and brought her closer to him, trying harder and harder to glue their bodies together. The remaining hand went up to scratch her back, grabbing the root of her hair and pulling it down, making her face the ceiling.
She moaned softly at the way he touched her, switching between biting and licking her breasts, as she felt Von's member grow through the rough fabric of his pants.
When she realized that he was too busy, one of her hands made its way to his jeans without him noticing, slowly undoing the button and unzipping . However, when she glanced down to see Von's mouth moving up to lick her entire torso.
He bit down on her collarbone, and Sophie quickly reached out for support, grabbing one of the shoulders in front of her. The kisses and bites reached her neck, making her feel the warm air of Von's breath against her skin, arousing her more and more.
She tried not to moan, but involuntarily let out a few involuntary sighs as the hot tongue slid over her skin. However, when Von gently placed her strands of hair behind her ear and licked gloved, her moan was not contained.
She felt his member grow larger, rubbing against her intimacy perfectly. Not being able to stand it, his left hand sneaked down and reached into his already appearing panties, taking his penis in his hands.
Von stopped everything he was doing and felt it throbbing, keeping his eyes closed for a few seconds just feeling the cold hand around him. And without even a warning he grabbed one of Sophie's arms, not caring if it was the arm with the stitches. He threw her against the wooden floor, standing over her and staring at the beautiful face in lust.
The urge to destroy her suddenly overcame him, knowing exactly what to do with it. And it wouldn't be in the least bit gentle.
He penetrated her with hard thrust, without even warning her. He could see the moan of pain die in Sophie's throat, while he himself smiled as he saw the wide green eyes trembling in surprise.
He did not start to move gently, but joined Sophie's mouth as well. He moved with a frequency not very reasonable for her, being able to see all the features that were born on that beautiful face. And when the glow in her green eyes went from painful to luscious, he could slow down, torturing her a little more.
Sophie's desire increased with every moment she felt herself being teased.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, making him penetrate her further. And quickly like the crash of thunder, she forced herself up to lift both their bodies and lay Von on the floor against the wood, regaining control.
She could see his brown pupils contracting up close, soon following the acceleration of his breathing. For Von, in any sex before, his heartbeat and breathing were quickened as a result of the movements he made, the release of adrenaline and the peak of his pleasure. But this woman made things different, catching him off guard and making his heart race.
He looked away. His hand still remained on Sophie's arm, but was released when the red head arched her body back, standing up and giving Von a privileged view of her naked body.
The hard nipples of her breasts called to him, making him open his mouth without realizing it, totally thirsty. And when Sophie realized that he was going to move on her again, she began to roll slowly against his member, almost hypnotizing him with the sight.
But she couldn't resist long as she saw his face plunged into pleasure. The open lips were calling to her, and she automatically put both arms around his neck, bringing their bodies together again and kissing him eagerly.
With the nipples of her breasts rubbing against his black shirt, Von tried to enjoy just the kiss. But Sophie still kept slowly rolling over, causing him to quickly snap out of it.
Strong hands slid around her smooth waist and down to her ass, squeezing her buttocks tightly. Trying without any success to make their bodies stick together more, he lifted her up and down, again increasing the pace without any gentleness.
Releasing his mouth from hers, he looked up with desire shining in his brown eyes. Sophie tried to hold on to his shoulders as he thrust harder and harder, her moans filling the room completely. She closed her eyes, but he kept looking at her, with nothing in his head except Sophie's name.
Red curly hair fell down Von's face, as their foreheads were pressed together and their noses touched. A little sweat dripped down, clinging her body to his. Their mouths tried in vain to join, but the pleasure was so great that they couldn't in the face of weakness.
That's how that morning went on. Without any words or gestures, just green and brown eyes eating and devouring each other. Consuming every gap, consuming every morsel the other could provide, these were the assassins of the Chasseur mansion.
Von closed his eyes as he broke down, it was not yet time to let her into his heart.
And what was left next was that crucial hour, where the bodies came apart and the feeling of incompleteness reigned again. Hearts tried in vain to match, and breaths slowly calmed down again.
He opened his eyes again, with Sophie's hair blending into his fringe as their foreheads were still joined. He saw the pair of green orbs staring at him with a wry glare, as if to mock everything they had done.
He felt anger.
Gritting his teeth and growling a little, he glared at her angrily, as if rewiring his mind after a hypnosis. That anger rose up over his skin, bothering him in a lethal way. He was beginning to hate the way the woman in front of him could easily control him.
But before he could forcefully pull her off his body, or move away only to hurt her, she stood up, looking at him as the smile of victory played on her lips.
His mistake was to stare again at the perfect body in front of his, observing detail after detail of exposed flesh. His mind clouded over again.
In contradiction, anger burned his blood, making him stand up and take Sophie by the arm again. He tried to throw her hard against the wall, but she blocked the impact as her laughter echoed through the air. Immediately he penetrated her again.
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- Are you happy now that I have fucked you in every corner of this place? - That was the first thing Von would say to her that morning, as he walked naked through the room in search of his underwear.
- There are more places outside. - Sophie was leaning against the door, panting, staring at him like a viper. - I imagine that your work is incomplete. -
Von found his underwear and put it on with a smile on his lips. He could fuck her again and again, it would be so easy. All it would take was for her to smile in that poisonous way, and his desire would be mixed with his hatred and he would take it all out on her. He could enjoy it, although he had this strange feeling about being with someone in the same room for so long.
Whatever, he took good advantage of it, and would continue to do so. Sophie really wouldn't get out of his life that easily, unless she died. So why not take advantage of it? He didn't care that much about those little games, he didn't have the patience to run away from that woman anymore when he could take some things out on her.
Deep down he realized that he liked to let her think she was controlling him, with himself fooling himself.
He put his pants back on, deciding to ignore the sight out of the corner of his eye. She was stretched out in the doorway to the bathroom, her naked body hanging forward. She leaned back and, unaware that she was being watched, rubbed both arms against her body as she stared at the blanket.
Her clothes were wet. Her still curled hair was still a little damp and it made her body shiver, as he noticed when he saw all her body hair standing up. She made mention of going over to one of the blankets she was looking at, but Von quickly threw himself against them all, crushing them.
She frowned when she realized this, still having her lips open in a smile.
She walked over to where he sat staring at her, waiting for his next move. Sophie looked at their relationship as a minefield, whoever stepped out of it would get a bit of a blast, and at the moment she really wasn't willing to explode.
With her light hand, she caught the strands of brown hair quickly and forcefully, making him strengthen his gaze.
- Your body won't stop me. - She spoke softly, her mouth close to Von's.
The knock on the door was heard by both of them, and before she could turn to answer it, Sophie lifted her face, making mention of biting Von's nose.
Von watched her walk to the door and when he could see what was happening, he almost flew to her with the first blanket he saw in his hand.
But she had already opened the door and Lizandra's frowning face appeared. At least it was not Niero or any man on this ship where there were now only those two women. Sophie also frowned when she saw Von standing next to her, holding the brown blanket.
All he did was swallow dryly at being caught in the act.
- I forgot your clothes are wet. - Liz said as she walked in without asking.
Von quickly closed the door.
Sophie's eyes followed him, but he pretended to ignore her searching for his black shirt.
- I forgot too. - She walked past Von and grabbed the blanket that was on the side of his shirt, bending down to tease him a little. She wrapped it around her body like a bath towel and looked at Liz. - I missed my chance to thank you yesterday. -
- I don't need your excuses. - Liz said, sitting down on the edge of the mattress-less bed. - I need you to tell me the truth. -
Sophie's frown creased again. - What happened? -
- You tell me. - Liz's amber eyes narrowed, Sophie realized that she was completely serious. - Do you really think I'm going to tell you so you can make more and more excuses? -
- I have no idea what you're talking about.- The redhead almost rolled her eyes, but controlled herself.
- Of course you do! - Liz shouted, but her voice was still shaky. - I spent the entire fucking afternoon with you, laughing with you, and then you do this? - She paused, blinking longingly. - He was my fucking friend! - Running a finger through her hair, she stood up again and walked over to Sophie. - No matter what happened yesterday, you had no right!-
- Do you think I look like a fucking guesser? - She replied snidely, and Von realized that her patience was at its limit.
Liz's amber pupils twitched, Sophie could even see her swallowing.
- I know I don't owe you an explanation, but it really pisses me off that you come into my room and accuse me of something I don't even know what it is and that you won't tell me about. - She continued, realizing that Liz had become quiet. - If you prefer it that way, you can go ahead, but then I won't guarantee your safety. -
Liz laughed nervously.
- Threatening me, of course she would threaten me. - She spoke softly, thoughtfully and a little desperately. - Safety. So that's what I should have done? Ensured Klen's safety so that you wouldn't kill him? -
Sophie stared at her serenely, without the anger previously displayed on her face.
- Klen is dead? - She took a deep breath - Now..- she smiled falsely. - your words are starting to make sense. -