Antonin Dolohov: Hitman
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“Of course that’s okay,” Andromeda replied. Truth be told, she ate anything and everything, she wasn’t fussy so she had no objection to how the eggs were cooked. Any way, the breakfast was more for him than for her.
She enjoyed treating people, whether it be by surprising them with hospitality or by request, she’d do it. Turning back around to face the counter, she took a quick sip of her coffee before rising up onto her tip toes to grab a bowl down from one of the cupboards. She had to stretch slightly to reach it properly. “Y’know, if there’s anything you want or need, don’t be hesitate to ask,” she declared, looking over her shoulder with her usual friendly smile.
Antonin smiled shyly, looking up at her though his lashes again. He fixated on her, her kindness, the warmth that seemed to radiate from her and he felt cold and dirty compared to her, unable to help himself. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to curl up in her arms and never leave the space he knew he was meant for.
Andromeda’s comment about needing anything shook Antonin from his thoughts and he blushed, curling his arms around his still bare chest and shook his head. “I….I can’t think of anything….”
What he needed was money, a job. He’d been selling himself for longer than he could remember, during holidays, breaks, anytime he hadn’t been at Hogwarts. He was good at it too, and if she really was a nice, high paid call girl, perhaps she’d know of a place for him to work himself.
Narcissa gave him a smile, brushing her lips against his as she traced a blood smear on his face. “You’d frighten people even more than usual, I dare say,” she kissed him briefly before she pulled back again as he spoke. “It’s not like he’ll get anything,” she waved a hand dismissively. “Everyone knows someone else finishes every job he’s been given. But if that’s the way you want it,” Narcissa gave a shrug, feeling the blood drying beneath her nails. She laughed then, understanding Antonin’s meaning. “I see, darling. And he’ll be oh so upset,” she pressed her lips to his again and pulled him to sit.
“I’ve plenty of other dresses, my love,” she smirked, her hands at his chest. “I think it looks better now, don’t you?” Narcissa slowly got to her feet again, stretching her arms above her head for a moment. “Mm,” she smiled, heading for the door as casually as if she were leaving a luncheon. “Coming, Antonin?”
Antonin laughed, shrugging a bit, raking his bloodied fingers through his hair. Hearing Narcissa’s flippant comments about her own husband made him smile a bit and he watched her as she realized what he meant. “It’ll be worth it, having this information, knowing that no matter what, I’m better than him. It’s always refreshing.”
He laughed deeper when she mentioned that the blood on her dress made it look better and he quickly scrambled to get to his feet, following her. “And where are you taking me?”
success.HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE Gee I wonder why!!!I just missed the rp and you guys too much that it was stuck in my brain. It amused me because the person Antonio was married too was someone he shouldn’t be married too and her two brothers were like “D:< KILL THEM BOTH FOR GETTING MARRIED IN SECRET”. I was like “it’s secretly Antonin and Andromeda, obviously”.
Dude it totally is.
Just so everyone knows, I’ll be a family event from today until wednesday. I should have internet, however I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to be on. I’ll do my best to carve out an hour or so everyday to reply, post and answer things. I know I owe Narcissa a reply, I PROMISE I’ll get it to you the next time I have a chance.
Hit me up in my message box if you need me!
She kissed him, her hand moving through his hair again as she used her other hand to pull her dress back down over her ass. She pulled back, looking him over for a moment, smirking to herself. She looked back over at the dead man as Antonin spoke, furrowing her brow and nodding slowly in understanding. “And when are you planning on leaving, darling?” she turned back to look at him, eyebrows raised. “Unless you’ve got somewhere to be, I wasn’t quite finished with you yet.”
“Why should he take credit for it?” she looked at Antonin, surprised. “He’s done nothing,” Narcissa frowned, still stroking his hair with one hand. There was a part of her that understood, Lucius would be furious, but she couldn’t care less about her husband right now. “Now, darling,” she crawled over him, her knees on either side of his hips. “We could talk about Lucius, or we could go upstairs and forget about him again.”
Antonin watched her rearrange herself, smirking a bit as she did it. He laughed a bit when she spoke, looking up at her. “Well I hardly think I can leave looking like this. I’ll need to at least wash myself off and change clothes, burn these somewhere first.”
Her comment about not taking credit for him threw him for a loop for a moment. He shrugged, moving so he was resting on his elbows. “It was his mission, handed to him from our Lord. Just because he couldn’t finish him doesn’t mean that just cause I did and can, I should get something.” He smirked, laughing a bit. “Oh wait, yes it does. I get to dangle this over his head. Believe me, my darling, this is a good thing.” Antonin watched her crawl over him and he smirked, giving her a once over, seeing the blood on her dress and body. “Upstairs. I hope you didn’t like this dress.”
Upon his response, Andromeda nodded then began to pull the necessary ingredients out of the fridge. Eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, bacon, all balanced in her arms so she didn’t drop them or squash the more delicate items and moved to quickly put them on the counter top before going to retrieve sausages from the freezer. While shutting the freezer by bumping it with her hip, she noticed him watching her again causing a shy smile to flicker onto her lips.
“How do you like your eggs in the morning?” She asked tunefully without actually singing it, her shy smile transforming into a cheerful grin as she turned to face Antonin again.
Watching Andromeda juggle around the kitchen was a thing of grace in Antonin’s mind. It was all so easy, so simple and he smiled, drawn in by her like a moth to flame. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and she knew it, but he didn’t care. He wondered if he’d ever touch her, be allowed to. He didn’t think someone like him, dirty and low should be allowed to, but maybe he’d be surprised one day.
Her question jarred him from his thoughts and he smiled a bit. “Scrambled…if that’s ok.” He watched her grin at him and Antonin couldn’t help but smile back, ducking his eyes a bit embarrassed.
Narcissa fell forward with very little grace, her cheek hitting the hard floor and she gave a small wince but closed her eyes. She groaned softly and tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving with the effort. She turned her head eventually to look at Antonin, her eyes meeting his and she gave him a slow, lazy smile. She crawled over to him, brushing a hand across his cheek as she caught sight of the pool of blood a few feet away. “What are you going to do with him?” She leaned down, her lips hovering above his.
Antonin watched her, the predatory gleam in his eye still there, the blood lust slowly ebbing out of him. He hiked up his pants, dragging them up his thighs and let they lay open but pulled up around his hips. He smirked a bit as Narcissa crawled over him and looked over at the dead man, his back turned to them, the blood pool expanding slowly. He sighed, looking up at her. “Leave him here. When I leave, you call the clean up crew, tell them they’re needed.”
Antonin swallowed, giving her a small smile, one kindness wouldn’t hurt him. “The’ll come here and see this and you tell them Lucius did it. Give him the credit. The man’s so beat that a few extra, more precise cuts will go unnoticed.” The thought of having another thing he could dangle over Lucius Malfoy was too good to pass up.
Narcissa’s moans grew louder and she craned her neck, wanting to see Antonin’s face. His teeth at her back caused her to cry out and she moved a hand between her legs. She brushed her fingers against her clit, nearly shuddering at the sensation. Her fingers moved faster and she was whimpering beneath him. She could barely support herself, her legs trembling and her arms threatening to give way as she came. “Antonin!” she cried, her head falling forward as she struggled to stay where she was.
Antonin felt more than anything Narcissa come and he surged through it, fucking her harder, dragging it out. He gripped onto her hips to hold her where he wanted them and didn’t stop fucking until he couldn’t hold it anymore and came hard, groaning through it. HE stayed there for a moment, fingers digging in hard on her hips and panting before he slowly pulled out and rolled over her, laying on his back on the floor. He looked over at her, not saying anything, just slowly thinking on what they’d done.
Narcissa cried out in protest, desperately wanting to feel nothing but him. She groaned when he dropped to the ground, his own groan sending a wave of pleasure down her spine. She barely realized what was happening until she was on her hands and knees in front of him and she let out another moan. Her dress was bunched around her waist, his bloodied handprints all over her thighs and she knew she must look an absolute beautiful mess.
She arched back, pushing her ass toward him for a brief moment until she felt him near again. Antonin’s words hit her and she was grinning, her eyes darkening with each passing second. She glanced back, seeing the dead man’s blood pooling behind them and then Antonin was inside her again. She gave a throaty moan, her muscles near spasming as he filled her. “Yes,” she gasped in response, “Make me bleed… for you…”
Antonin waisted no time, fucking into her with sheer abandon, need and want the only driving forces at this point. She was wet, dripping around him and his fingers stained red still gripped onto her hips, pulling her apart for him to enjoy. He dropped his head down to her back, bitting into her skin and groaning at the taste, the need building over him until the only thoughts he head were for his own pleasure, not even hers and he just kept going, kept thrusting in and unable to stop himself as he took what he wanted from her.
