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Roger/Eleanor (OC)

Word count: 4,800

Tags: Smut, Size Difference, Vag Fingering, PIV Sex, Crying, Sexual Overstim

Eleanor paused in her steps at the strong but undemanding knocking on her bedroom door. She glanced at the table clock on the nearby desk, noting how late it was, the minute hand inching closer to eleven in the evening. She drew her eyebrows together, contemplating answering at all. A list of possible visitors filtered through her mind - the ones that would call on her at this hour and not wait for morning - most of them were not people she wanted to engage with in the middle of the night, at least not spontaneously like this.

"It's Roger." He didn't knock a second time, but instead answered her pondering out loud, his voice muffled by the door between them.

With it being Roger, she knew he was already aware she was awake and moving around inside her room. She also knew that he would allow her the grace to continue to ignore him if she chose to. He was always giving her a choice, to join him, to ignore him, to overlook a lie, to have a confrontation. He was soft on her, it seemed, and that wasn't entirely unwelcomed.

Deciding that answering wouldn't determine whether she took part in whatever it was he was there to see her about, she crossed her room to turn the latch on her door, opening it to Roger's handsome, smiling face. He was an entire foot taller than her, and with how he shifted to lean his meaty shoulder against her door frame once the barrier was out of the way - effectively keeping her from being able to close it on him at her leisure - she had to crane her neck to look up at him and the space he took up so close to her.

"Hey, Ellie." His smile was meant to be charming. And it was! Probably. But Eleanor knew that smile. With the way Roger was clean and dressed, leaving behind his typical traveling gear, calling on her at this time of night, inserting himself into her room and wearing that smile; Eleanor already pieced together the reason he was here.

"Don't 'hey, Ellie' me." She gave him a bland look to say that she saw through his attempts before he even tried any. "Lay it out for me so we can get on with our night."

Eleanor shifted in her stance, leaning her weight on one hip and crossing her arms as she watched Roger's eyes light up with her directness. He liked that and she knew it, but it wasn't for his benefit she had circumvented the usual beating around the bush. Ellie was just a straightforward woman who despised dressing things up in frivolous jargon.

"I figured we could spend some time together. Don't have any pressing matters until tomorrow evening, and you're still up so your schedule's got to be clear in the morning."

The face of the clock flashed in Ellie's mind as she listened and silently began calculating just how much time she had before she'd be needed tomorrow. Was there enough time to manage the soreness and exhaustion that often came from Roger? He was right about her schedule being open; he was clever, maybe even more so than herself.

"I'll take real good care of you, you know I always do."

He did. Roger was… a bit of a special case. Some might say he was gifted with a rather large cock, but those people would be ones who had never encountered the difficulties of accommodating someone of his size. It was surely not a gift when it required so much preparation and work just to manage to make it fit in any fashion that resembled pleasurable for the one being penetrated by his large member. Eleanor had been on the receiving end of Roger a few times before. They had an understanding and both gained something from the occasional bedding, so it wasn't a surprise that he had come to her again.

After staring at him in silence for several long seconds, contemplating her choices, Ellie tipped her head towards her room and stepped away from the opened door. "Come on in."

Before Roger had closed the door behind him, Eleanor was already undressing. She liked her clothes handled in a particular way that was easier to manage on her own rather than allowing someone else to mismanage them. "Turn the lock, please?" She requested, quickly but delicately removing layer after layer of her clothes to fold and set aside.

"Why don't you let me undress you?" Roger lowered himself into the nearest seat and roughly tugged the laces of his boots loose.

Eleanor stalled for a brief second to put genuine thought behind her answer. "Is it something you enjoy? If not, then the answer is because it's easier and less vexing to do it myself."

"There's a certain amount of enjoyment I get unwrapping a beautiful woman from her clothes." Roger set his boots aside and stood. He tugged his belt free and opened his pants to hang loosely on his hips before he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it haphazardly on the nearby seat he had been in moments ago.

"Make the offer next time and I might allow it." Ellie placed the last of her folded garments into the neat pile she had made. Sweeping her hair over her shoulder, she ran her fingers through it to split the strands into groups and loosely braid it. As her fingers worked her hair, she turned to look towards Roger who had stopped moving, his thoughtful gaze was on her, watching her, the gears in his head clearly turning.

Not wanting to think too hard about what was on Roger's mind, Ellie dragged her eyes down his form. His naked chest was enough to get her heart thumping out of rhythm, but the way his underwear peeked out from the split in his pants that was spread open… She already knew what was below that thin piece of fabric, and it made her pulse quicken.

She pressed her lips together to keep her tongue from parting and wetting them in what would be taken for the lewd act it was, licking her lips in anticipation for what they were about to embark on. A modicum of modesty overtook her, and she darted her gaze towards the far wall, away from Roger's body, trying to find something to catch her interest so she could put to rest the current thoughts in her mind.

Scenes from their previous engagements steadily piled up behind her eyes, so clear that it was like it had happened moments ago. The pit of her stomach clenched in a lustful way, and she shifted her hips as she felt her sex come to life from the memories. She could tell he was still watching her, she could feel his eyes on her, and for a moment she found herself thankful that Roger only had exceptional hearing and not some way to see inside her head.

It didn't matter that they had fucked before, the fear and shame she felt that he would see her as some trollop began to niggle at her heart. When he watched her so intently, anxiety cropped up where she never would have imagined she'd be self-conscious about. "Shall we start?"

She had to say something to break the silence. To make him move and get on with matters. To remind the both of them that this was just an arrangement, an understanding, a mutually beneficial using of the both of them for their own purposes, and absolutely not something to be looked into any further than that.

"Sorry," Roger gave a small chuckle. "Just admiring the view." He was across the room and behind her with only a few of his long strides. Eleanor crawled onto the bed while Roger set his glasses on the nightstand and dropped his trousers and boxers. Before she could turn around, Roger's large, warm hand was gliding around her waist, keeping her from moving any further on the bed.

"What…?" Ellie intended to ask what he was up to, but that became apparent as his other arm wrapped around her as well, sliding her knees on the comforter as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and lifted her upper body to press her back against his chest.

The bed made her taller than if she were standing on the ground, but even so, Roger was still taller. Her shoulders were lined up with the thickest part of his pecs, and every breath he drew in had him inhaling into her. Her ass touched his thighs. His pubic hair tickled when his crotch came closer on her own inhales, which she limited in depth as if she was waiting for something to change or happen. She unconsciously froze, trying to understand the point of the embrace, unsure of where this was going or why it was happening. It wasn't until Roger gently squeezed her to him that she realized she had tensed at some point. Was she always this tense? This tightly wound?

Eleanor reminded herself to check in on her body another time in order to evaluate how often she was tense without realizing, then she forced herself to relax. The shoulders were the easiest to let go of. Her shoulders dropped and she rocked back on her knees to lean more on Roger, letting her head rest against his shoulder.

"That's a good girl," Roger murmured somewhere above her ear. His body heat soaked into her, and for several minutes they quietly shared this moment of physical intimacy. It did nothing to excite Ellie and prepare her for accommodating Roger's size, but it was… nice. Maybe.

Roger adjusted his hold on her, his hands delicately running over her naked body. He had such a light touch when he wanted to. Not the hands of a huntsman, but of a doctor. Hands that groped and caressed, warming Ellie's skin and lighting the fire deep inside her that would soon consume her. His hand went from gentle to rough as he cupped her breast, squeezing the entirety of it between splayed fingers.

A pleasurable sigh drifted out of Eleanor, something barely audible, but to Roger it was likely the loudest thing in the room. He didn't have to see her face to know when she liked something, and she didn't have to be vocal, which made him ideal for the situation they were wrapped in.

Roger's fingers swept down her hip and towards the spot between her legs, barely brushing over her mound before teasing at her inner thighs. Ellie pushed her knees further apart and dropped her hips lower in an invitation for his fingers to toy with her sex. Up her leg his hand crept, fingers dragging along her sensitive skin until he cupped her pussy, lining his fingers up along her slit and ghosting the crack as he pulled his hand away.

Anticipation followed by disappointment followed by the smoldering desire that Roger knew just how to fan filled her. The teasing touch brought her attention to where he was caressing her, letting her thoughts focus on that and only that. Her plans for tomorrow, the worries of today, all the lists and schedules and tasks and constant filing she managed in her head faded into the background, stopping altogether. In this moment it was only her and him and how he was touching her.

He squeezed her breast again and dropped his hand between her thighs once more. Eleanor moved her pelvis towards Roger's fingers, begging for more than light touches on her body, wanting him to stimulate her in a way that would bring climax quickly instead of the slow build up he was doing at the moment.

"So eager," Roger smirked.

"Shut up," she retorted with no bite behind the words.

Roger's finger nestled between her lower lips, finding her arousal that had wet herself in preparation for sex. He slid his finger towards her entrance, scooping up some of her slickness, and pulled her self-lubricant to her clit that had slowly stiffened from his groping and teasing. This time the sound Ellie let out was more audible, more pleasurable, more than just a sigh but not quite a moan.

Slow, circular strokes rubbed at her nub and Eleanor began to rock her hips as if she was chasing Roger's fingers as he swirled around her clit. He pinched her nipple with his other hand, twisting it gently between finger and thumb, tugging at it the way he had seen her do in the past when they were together. That time he had his face between her legs, licking her cunt while she squeezed her own breast. She might not have even realized she was doing it, stimulating herself in that manner. But that's how Ellie was, after a certain point she didn't seem to put active thought into the things she did while they were together, like everything relied on instinct and was fueled only by sexual desire.

Her heartbeat had picked up in speed, and her breathing had gone from even and drawn out to shorter and more labored. Ellie curled her hands behind her to hold onto Roger's legs, giving her an anchor to this moment in time and space. She didn't need the support, she just needed something to put her hands on or she feared she might float away into the back of her own mind.

"Hnmh," a breathy whimper escaped from Ellie's throat. The way that she held onto her own sounds made her seem desperate to muffle her emotions that dared to develop inside her. Roger felt a desire to pull those out of her through sobs and sex and whatever else would help her feel a little lighter. It was a strange feeling for him, one he didn't dwell on longer than he needed to.

Leaving her swollen clit, Roger pushed his fingers between her folds, easily sliding a finger into Ellie's hole and edging his second inside as well. She bucked into his hand taking his second finger and sinking them both to the second knuckle.

"Ah, Roger!" She gasped, her walls flexing against him. He gave her no time for adjusting or getting used to the feeling of him penetrating her cunt, and started pumping his fingers into her quickly.

Ellie slowly lost height, her knees spreading further apart on the bed, her pussy lowering onto Roger's hand to let him stroke inside her. Her back began arching as his fingers worked her cunt and the first of her orgasms to come built to its climax, causing her body to shudder as her pussy clamped on Roger's fingers even as he continued to pump into her despite her flexing.

Knowing this was just the beginning, Ellie let her climax take its course without attempting to keep it rolling through her. She needed it to ebb away, like the tide, because eventually the waves of pleasure would be crashing against her again and again. Each time she came, she'd relax a little more, allowing for Roger to stretch her until she could fit his thick cock inside.

He scissored his fingers inside her, pulling her entrance wider to loosen her for a third finger. The stretch felt good, a little painful but in the way that you know will bring relief as soon as it is allowed to relax again. Roger thrust his fingers into her, stretched, pulled his fingers out enough to rub around her entrance before repeating the process again and again. Every now and then he would test with a third finger, squeezing it into her entrance and repeating the process of stimulating and stretching her again if it didn't slip in easily enough without force.

"I hate that you don't want me to touch you," Ellie suddenly said between ragged breaths.

"Would get me too worked up." Roger stretched her entrance again, wiggling his third finger in to the first knuckle.

"Hanh— mnph, I know,' she tried to continue the conversation, feeling herself inadvertently flex at the new finger added. "But— haah, I can—" She took in a sharp breath, then another without letting the first exhale, her body gearing up to bear down on Roger's fingers again.

He must have gotten the third finger inside with the way her cunt stung slightly and burned and throbbed and rolled into another spasming orgasm, stealing her ability to speak or continue the offer to take Roger into her mouth or otherwise be used by him. Her hands on his legs gripped him, her fingers digging into his thick muscles. Her head pushed into his chest as her back bent inward, thrusting her chest out.

"A second already? You're going to feel so good by the time you're ready." Registering what type of tone he was using was difficult, it sounded sweet with the way it dripped with his honeied voice, but Ellie though Roger always sounded like that when talking to her.

Roger twisted his wrist, turning his fingers inside her, his thumb brushing against her long ago forgotten clit. Again, she flexed without intending to, her cunt spasming from the additional stimulation to her engorged bud and the way he rubbed and stretched her at the same time. His thumb was relentless, pushing against her clit while he worked his three fingers to pull at her entrance. She could feel him pushing his fingers inside her inner walls as well. It was almost too much at once. It was how this always turned out. It was why Roger came to her.

"Ah! Wai— hngh—!" Eleanor's body tensed, every muscle from her toes to her eyelids squeezed, her cunt pulsing a short series of spasms. Her voice was low and choked in the way she whimped and whined out as her body betrayed her, stealing her choice and actions from her.

It was likely only a few seconds, but it felt like several minutes before her muscles finally gave in to her urging for them to let go, to relax, to let her take control again. And with her final wrest, she grabbed Roger's wrist to still him and his thrusting inside her and his horrible rubbing of her too sensative clit.

"Hnne," was all she could get out, a whining request, a noise of discontent. She leaned forward, putting space bewteen Roger on her back and herself, her head tipping forward where the mattress greeted her eyes once she cracked them open. Knees spread, Roger's hand still between her legs, though no longer moving, her hips practically on the bed and legs bent so she sat like a broken doll. No words at all that she could manage.

This was the point she had to trust in Roger. This was where he had to treat her well like he had promised.

His lips were on her shoulder planting delicate kisses between murmured words. "You did well." An inch closer to her neck. "I've got you now." A kiss in crook of her neck. "I'll treat you well, little lady."

"Hmmnn," Ellie hummed in agreement, slowly shifting to lift off Roger's hand that he pulled free from her cunt. Just as slowly, she leaned forward to fall onto her hands and practically tumble onto the bed. She was tired and pleasantly sore, but there was still more to the night ahead.

Rolling onto her back, she watched Roger as he climbed over her. He was really very handsome and a treat to look at. He was fit, atractive, well defined in muscles and features, and his golden-brown eyes were like bronzed rings that always stared a little too long and a little too hard.

Lazily, Ellie threw her hand to land on his shoulder for no other reason than to feel him beneath her fingers. She spread her legs as he took up the space between them. Their eyes met and held, and while Eleanor had gone mute, she was still aware and nodded to indicate she was ready to continue.

Roger's fingers moved between her folds, finding her hole and easing into her. A gasp rushed into her as he pushed all three easily inside, and then she felt the pull as he worked his fourth finger into her pussy. It was so much to feel with her cunt so swollen and sensative from use that she was overwhelmed. For a moment she wished she could have just gone numb instead. She hated what came after this point. She hated how her eyes would fill with tears because she couldn't manage the way it made her feel, but also that she wanted to keep feeling it because it sweetly tugged at the back of her head and filled her whole body with warmth.

It was the best drug she had ever had, and also the one she had the least control over, and she both hated and loved it.

And Roger was the cause. Leaving her conflicted over him as well.

Ellie closed her eyes, not knowing were to really focus her attention, but the moment her pupils were cut off from the world, her other senses picked up. That was not good. A flood of information and sensations poured into her. The way he smelled, the way they both smelled. Her room smelled of her, of sex, of Roger. His fourth finger was inside her by now, it had to have been with the way he was stretching her so much. Oh god, it felt so good and so shameful and—ahn! Right there! She might just come again before he even gets his cock inside her.

Her fingers dug into Roger's shoulder, she felt the way the skin sank and the muscles pulled as he moved. She pressed her lips together, willing herself to form a word, to manage a sound to beg him to fuck her, to finally fit himself inside her. For some reason her head just didn't connect to her mouth after they were this far into things.

Tears began to rim her closed eyes. Tiny droplets squeezed between her eyelids, dotting her lashes with dew. In a desperate attempt to keep them at bay, Ellie opened her eyes and blinked them several times, letting the air dry her lashes. The world came into focus and Roger's face was next to hers, watching her while she had blocked off the world.

Once again, their gazes met and then his eyes closed as he moved closer. He pressed his mouth to hers and Ellie struggled to keep up with his deep kisses. She gasped for breath when they parted, only for Roger to come at her again. She felt him pull out of her cunt, and the head of his cock was fit between her lower lips while Roger continued to press against her mouth. He was going to work himself inside while working his tongue around hers! Panic gripped her and almost had her pulling away, but then he pushed his thick girth inside her and her vision went white, her eyes rolling back in her skull and a moan came from deep in her throat, one she didn't give permission to pass between her lips.

Her chest pulled upwards as her back arched, shoulders sinking into the mattress. Her breasts brushed Roger's chest. Her toes curled and heels dug into the bed as she both tried to pull away from the incredible pressure in her cunt and spread her legs wider to accomodate him better and let him fill her fully. The crashing of the wave of esctacy at the back of her skull was all she could comprehend. Her cunt clenched again and again and small noises that sounded more animal than human came from her. She writhed until she felt her body finally fall under her control again, and then she fell onto the bed while Roger fucked her into the mattress.

Tears had fully formed and streamed between her closed eyelids. The warm drops quickly felt cool on her flushed cheeks as her tears ran down her face to the pillow she laid upon. It was all too much. There was too much to feel. Too much going on and she felt helpless in her own body with the way she barely had control and yet it responded so easily to every movement of Roger's.

Every thrust of his hips, she met him and yearned for more. She wanted to feel his pelvis hit hers harder. Everytime his hand gripped her, she quietly begged for the pressure to return. She wanted him to squeeze her tighter. He was so much larger than her, he overshadowed her and she wished for him to bear down on her, not to be crushed, but be swallowed by his size and presence and his comfort.

Her thoughts raced, and yet she had none at all that she could grab onto. She was swimming inside her own mind. She came again, unsure of when her climax started or stopped. Did it even end? Did it matter? It all felt so fucking good she didn't really care. She just wanted to stay in this place as long as she could. In this space where every part of her tingled and burned and all of it was too sore to move and too heavy, and yet her body was telling her that this was it— this was the best thing she had ever, and would ever feel.

By the time they were done, Eleanor could barely move. Every part of her hurt, but not in a way she regretted. She cracked her eyes to look at Roger blearily. He breathed heavily, sweat glistening his skin like she knew it covered her own. She smiled weakly, attempting to convey her enjoyment despite her tears and lack of vocal enthusiasm. She knew he knew, otherwise this wouldn't have been a repeat thing, but a part of her felt guilty that this is how each night ended.

Roger helped her sit up, practically moving her on his own. She was small enough that it was easy for him to manage even if she didn't try to minutely help. He even helped her hold the glass of water she sipped from. All those fluids she lost, she'd need to replenish them. She drank several times, and when she felt done, she turned her head away, leaning against Roger's shoulder, still unable to vocalize anything. She wasn't sure why this strange phenomenon happened, but it had only happened with Roger, so she assumed it had to do with their curses… or something. Nothing really made sense, especially when she tried to puzzle it out after their copulating.

His eyes were on her. Those bronze rings that seemed to glow beneath the surface. Eleanor slid her eyes away. Her face was patchy from heat and the tears she shed. Though her hair was still in the loose braid she had tied, she knew she looked a mess. She didn't want him to see her so undone. For some reason she didn't want him to see her in such a state, even if he was the cause of it.

"Hmmn," she hummed, shuffling to edge under the blanket. There was nothing she could do now other than sleep, and sleep would come fast. Once again, Roger helped her by practically moving her himself, getting her settled into bed.

Nestled in bed, Ellie nuzzled her pillow. With her eyes closed and her mind heavy, she knew she wasn't long for the waking world. Usually she would hear Roger getting dressed. Usually he would let himself out and lock her room before he went. She wasn't worried about what he'd do while she drifted off to sleep in her room. He wouldn't cross her. He wouldn't hurt her.

"What do you say about me staying the night?" His voice was low and while he had always sounded confident in everything he said, now he sounded unsure.

Eleanor opened her eyes and turned to look over her shoulder at Roger who was looking down at her with only his undergarments on. The way he smirked when he noticed her eyes had dipped to his waist was much too smug for the way he had just asked to stay the night. It wouldn't be such a bad thing if he stayed, would it? Her bed was big enough, even if Roger was large himself. It might even be a comfort to have him holding her, or someone to lay on top of, someone sturdy and warm and…

"Mhm," She lifted the blanket as she gave a small nod, inviting him into bed.

Roger climbed in behind her, and after shifting for a few seconds, he wrapped his arm around her waist, tucking her into him. It was nice. His heat warmed her back that had become much too cold now that her sweat had dried. His skin pressed against hers and the sensation was soft and soothing. She felt safe in his arms. It was a strange sort of comfort that played on her thoughts as she fell into a dreamless sleep.

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