Empress of the Isles

Emily Drexel Lela Kaldwin. Rightful heir to the Isles. Born to Empress Jessamine Kaldwin. RP Blog Emily/Jindosh with @clockworksoul

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At that, any smart comments are done, and he whimpers beneath her once more.

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Of course, like Meagan had said, the days between her and Wyman are long and sex with him is far and few between...so she always has something with her, just in case...

Just in case she wanted to bone her own teacher, as a prime example. What has become of her? She does away with the thought and will consider her life choices later. She seeks out her discarded cross-body, which is partly falling off of the chair, digging through it until she retrieves what is needed to continue and she stumbles back, her weight heavy into his lap once more. She twirls the small package through her fingers, looking quite pleased.

“Anything else you require, Professor Jindosh?~”

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It might have been the wrong thing to say. His bleary eyes blink as though he were awakening. “Don’t be a twit, Kaldwin.” He sounds professorial again.

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To that, Emily tosses her head back, cackling a bit. “You’ve found me out, I’m afraid. My diabolical plan, to demonstrate my theory from earlier...I just needed a test subject, and who better than you...?~” Her fingers stroke along his jawline and she smirks a bit before pressing her mouth back to his, grinding against his lap.

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There it is, how is it possible that he’s more obliging here than he is in class when she’s milling after him for answers. Though of course, he has more incentive here, understandably.

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Emily can scarcely stand it, the heat of the fire is so intense, along with the touches she coaxes from him- not that he fought it much to begin with. It didn’t make any logical sense as to how they spurned this to go on as far as it had, but here they were, and it was too late to stop now. She rocks her hips against his with insistence. Maybe she’d regret this...assuredly she would, but there is some part of her that is enjoying the fact that for once, she has rendered her professor speechless, and she will hold this over him for the duration of her course with him.

Her fingers settle against his scalp, her dark eyes and flushed cheeks gazing down at him, “So, Professor...” She purrs, grinning, “Will it be the hydraulic or pneumatic pressure then?~”

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Jindosh gets a second to breath when she pulls back, finishing her work on his buttons. He stares up at the ceiling and feels his head swimming. Briefly, the notion of getting a hold of himself rises out of the murk of his mind, but it sinks back down again just as quickly. Lightly, she’s running her fingers down his chest, nails scraping softly, like claws. It makes him shudder and close his eyes once more. 

He’s not sure exactly what to do. Emily has stopped, head canted to the right, looking at him expectantly. This would be the perfect time to end this foolishness-

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There it is, how is it possible that he’s more obliging here than he is in class when she’s milling after him for answers. Though of course, he has more incentive here, understandably.

Especially now that there was less to the imagination as each layer was removed, unwrapped and bared before him.

He’s still so timid though, it’s cute, she has to admit. She’s never been with someone of his demeanor before. And really, the full effect is seeing his reaction to her entirety, and the job is only partly done.

She takes pleasure in reaching behind her to deftly unclasp her brassiere, watching him with the softest of pouts a Kaldwin can manage while gravity begins its natural work.

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It’s one of the few times Jindosh is not thinking, though he probably should be. Probably should be kicking himself, a graduate student in his house, Kaldwin of all people- Instead, his hands come up and hold her at the waist and their mouths glide more smoothly over one another than he’d have anticipated. She leans in, her arm sliding under his neck, so her chest is pressed against him and oh, that’s nice…

Nice, too, is the way her legs tangle with his own; when she breaks with his mouth and he can feel her eyelashes against his cheek; and she tilts his chin up with the point of her nose and begins to nip at his throat and that is a whine that escapes him. One leg jolts at the sensation as she bites harder, and he gasps when he feels his hips buck into her. Every bite Emily leaves is laved by her tongue, and his fingers spasm against her hips. So far, though, he has done nothing more than this, and is entirely at her mercy. 

She is a vicious thing, she didn’t go into this planning to leave marks, but it is a byproduct of her passion. He’ll receive them regardless. Among many other things tonight.

Her fingers set out to continue their original path, down his chest, undoing his shirt. He’s far from being her first, but the experience is new and exciting enough- on the floor of her professor’s home, tucked away from the rest of the dreary city in the lap of someone who she never considered would be yielding before her. It’s a rush. It makes her think they all must be right about her, she is spoiled, she always gets her way.

Once the shirt is done away with, she is trailing tender fingertips down his skin, dazed eyes taking in the sight of him. He’s not a guardsman, nor a mercenary type. He’s a craftsman- intricate as his creations and sketches were. She wants those hands she observed in class to move over her with that same energy. 

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“Ah-hmn-ee-I…ah-” It’s the only time in his life he hasn’t given a clear, coherent answer. 

Emily leans down and brings her mouth over his, and that’s it, he doesn’t resist at all; let’s his eyes close and kisses her back, head lifting from the floor to be connected to her very…very….soft…mouth…

Her right hand slides from his shoulder to his throat, moving so her fingers glide through his hair, and a noise escapes him that is almost certainly pathetic. But Emily hums against him, teases at him with her tongue, and yup, that’s definitely a pathetic noise as he opens up against her, devouring and begging to be devoured…

This was purely impulsive, like most of her bright ideas in life. She was no longer concerned with anything else in this moment. It was as if a dam had broken and everything was flooded, everything sinking as fast as she was.

What poured out into her kiss had maybe at one time been meant for the person she was supposed to spend her life with, but for now it was delivered to him, to which he more than willingly accepted, and feverishly too.

She arches into him, muffling a noise of her own echoing and aching desire against his mouth, her fingers greedy for more than just brandy this time. She is her father’s daughter for certain- brash, in all areas of her life.

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The floor. Oh, okay. He feels like he’s swallowed his tongue. Certainly he makes noises approximating that.

“Oof.” Jindosh falls back, at the moment accepting that he’s not going to win a grappling competition with the young woman. “I think…” He’s staring up at the ceiling and wondering if this is what the Void feels like. “That it would be extremely remiss of me not to be concerned whether or not a young lady was making a good decision when drinking…”

If she moves at all, I’m a goner.

Emily leans over him, sliding her hands up his chest to rest against his shoulders. “Are you a bad decision, Professor? Do you really think that poorly of yourself? Here I thought your ego was as large as the whales that are harpooned out at sea...”

She’s looking down at him with expectancy, but he makes no move to remove her at all, so she instead closes the negative space between them, far too close for mere conversational purposes.

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Kirin’s breathing is shallow as he grabs at her wrist with his right hand. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” Why she is doing it, that is the real mystery. “What makes you think I want to go to bed with an inebriated co-ed, to say nothing of your lack of judgment in your current condition.” He refuses to allow himself to remark upon the softness of her skin-

-or how right now he could absolutely shove his face into her chest at this angle, and that-

-is not tempting, must get a hold of one’s self!

“It’s time for you to go, Ms. Kaldwin.” 

But of course, he can’t exactly force that to happen as…..she’s still got him pinned…

She laughs, “And who said anything about a bed? The floor is just as comfortable.”

A sigh then, as she’s getting drowsier as the night wears on, and the idea of commuting home alone in the cold and maybe making it to her porch isn’t the nicest way to sleep off an impending hangover.  “...You really think that of me? Well, if you really want me to leave...” She shrugs in a noncommittal way, her weight still settled comfortably onto him, “...You’re more than welcome to move me.”

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“Oh yes, I’m sure there’s plenty in your trust fund for-”

But that is before she settles herself onto his lap, straddling him and pinning him in place, so that all he can do is look up at her. Emily is achieving the otherwise unachievable: she is making Kirin Jindosh unable to speak. 

“W-what are you-” Her fingers splay against his chest, and his traitor heart starts pounding at the stimulus. “S-stop that-”

Emily’s voice is low and throbbing, and threatens to make something else throb as well. Not often he has to say “No. What does that mean.”

She smirks, the way she’s captivated his attention for once- it’s not a sideways glance, or an exasperated expression at her asking a question in his class- god forbid- but genuine captivation as he doesn’t know just what she plans to do next, and she decides she likes this look on him very much.

“Allow me to demonstrate...” She murmurs, her fingers weaving around the buttons of his shirt to release them. “The idea here is to remove the sullied clothing, do you understand? That’s generally how it works, but I think we’ll have a slight variation of it in our case...”   

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“I think not, you’ve had plenty-” He pulls away, she leans forward, practically crawling on him for the glass. If he weren’t so serious and scowling, he might laugh from the absurdity of it, and the way she tickles against him. He holds the glass above his head, which means she’s trying to reach over him, and by consequence, putting her bosom right in his face. It’s lucky she can’t see how red he is. “Kaldwin, stop it at once-”

But Ms. Kaldwin is determined; grabs the glass; Jindosh feebly attempts to throw her off; and brandy spills all over the both of them…

He scowls, tongue unconsciously licking brandy where it can reach and it’s spilled on his face. “That’s expensive, you know.”

Emily’s grinning, rocking back down onto his lap, glass in hand but barely containing anything left, yet she finishes it off and sets it aside, smacking her lips together. “Expensive is not a word in my vocabulary. If it really bothers you, I’ll buy you a whole new bottle. How’s that?”

She looks over him from her new position before prodding a finger against his chest “...You’ve spilled it all over yourself.” As if he were merely clumsy and wasn’t valiantly fending himself off from her greedy hands. “You know what this means.”

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“You’re being ridiculous.” He huffs and takes another sip from the snifter. She has him pinned at the waist and he really is beginning to sweat… “You’ll get into a carriage and you’ll be fine. You can’t seriously intend to stay here.” And at this angle, her face presses into his stomach and, ah….waist, and that’s…..probably not appropriate between a young lady and her professor. “Off with you.”

“I intend to do as I please- you said so yourself, I’m a spoiled brat.” Ah, he wanted to be rid of her, did he? Sober her up and send her on her merry way. She would do the opposite, naturally. She was content to pass out on this floor if necessary. What could she say, he drew these obstinate reactions out of her. 

“While we’re on the subject of giving me what I want--” She laughs slightly, pulling herself up his form, gazing up at him with bleary eyes, before one of her hands makes a grab for his brandy.  

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“U-uh, I didn’t mean-” Kaldwin is busily settling her head in his lap, batting big, brown eyes up at him. He’s beginning to sweat and blames the fire.

“Well, all the better for us I don’t, as this would be incredibly inappropriate.” He takes a nervous swig of his brandy, swallows too much, and begins to cough. “Finish your water so I can send you home.”

Emily turns inwards towards him, hooking her arms around his waist in a stubborn manner. “You want to send me out there already? Into the dark streets of this twisted city, filled with criminals?” Of course, she ventures out there at night on a regular basis, but she could omit as much as she wanted to from him.

“What kind of host are you? And just when I was beginning to warm up to you, too...”

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She’s made the corner of his mouth turn up again, which is possibly a record. She’s rambling, but somewhat amusing, and one could even say charming when relaxed and comfortable as herself. “Interesting - yes, I suppose that’s a fair way of putting it. My evening certainly is more interesting than I anticipated.” 

He kneels before the hearth and flips the mechanism, tongues of flame fed by a whale oil tank flickering merrily over glass logs. Jindosh doesn’t bother getting back up, letting his long legs stretch over his ornate rug. “Pass me a pillow, Kaldwin, and my brandy - take care not to spill it.”

Her question makes him snort. “No, no secret lover. I enjoy my own company.”

Emily joins him shortly, settling next to him as she somehow very carefully manages not to break his glass or spill it all over him. She smiles in brief victory before stuffing a small, decorative pillow into his lap, and handing his drink off to him.

“Thank you, that’s much better. I was hoping you did have a lover though, that they might walk in on us and suspect the most scandalous of speculations. It’s a great setup for it, don’t you think?” She grins and stretches out her own legs. “Intoxicated student...settled next to a fire with only the most innocuous of intentions of warming up...and then suddenly...”  

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She’s not incorrect. “I assume you are a spoiled girl used to getting your way and unused to hard work. And you are not doing much to dispel the image.” 

He settles into an armchair and notices she’s still cold, sighing. “I can light the fire, if you’re shivering to death, but I won’t be surprised at this point if it’s delirium tremens.” He carefully sips his brandy. “Though of course I’m ever so flattered you find my house pleasant.” 

It’s ridiculous that Kaldwin was worked her way into his home, but how now to get her out?

“Touché!” She raises her glass of water to him, tilting her head. “At least I know what’s going around regarding my character is consistent at best, and negative at worst. Though I thought I might’ve struck a different chord with you, I’d been going for spoiled girl who is unused to hard work, but makes your day slightly more interesting because I am drunk and now in your house. A fire would be lovely.”

She sips a bit more water- is it helping- and she sets the glass down onto the nearby table, not at all trusting herself not to spill it, and she flops against her seat, “Do you live here all alone? Should we expect someone else? I mean, besides the prisoners you’re keeping in your basement. A secret lover perhaps?” 

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She was enjoying this, for whatever reason. “Yes, I keep a dungeon with several unfortunate people locked up in manacles dangling from my wall. The rats, bats, and lizards are the only other company.”

In point of fact, it’s just a house. They turn his street corner and come to his front door and he unlocks it with a very normal key. “I wonder what impression I have given you, that you consider me some cosmic freak of nature, Ms. Kaldwin.” He sighs as the door swings open. “I suppose it’s useless not to invite you in. Do, make yourself at home.”

Emily does just that, and he follows her, flipping on lights and slipping out of his jacket. The furnishings are elegant, but not ostentatious. Several pieces are antique. He gets her a glass of water from the kitchen in a vain attempt to sober her up, but pours a snifter of brandy from a side table for himself. “Is it as horrible as you imagined?”

Emily is a bit stunned for a moment, swaying there, taking it all in for a moment. She was in his house. Actually in his house. What a strange night this was turning out to be.

“...Even worse.” She finally manages, wobbling over to a chair to sit on, staring down into the glass of water she was holding- where did that come from- and she takes a sip, her brow furrowing in thought. “It’s so...” She waves a hand around, gesturing as though she were conducting an orchestra.

“Pleasant! If not a bit sterile. You can’t blame me for what I assume about you, you present a very unapproachable version of yourself in class, you know. I admit I have judged you severely based on this.” A smile finally surfaces again, and she cozies up, still chilled from the evening air.  

“But I’m sure you’ve assumed the worst of me as well. As you should.”

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“What is it you’re trying to accomplish?” he irritably barks. “I suspect you know we’re now going in the direction of my address.” The innocent look she’s giving him does not find its mark. “You are being both ridiculous and childish.” 

But the carriage hurtles along, and she leans on his arm as they travel, complaining of the cold night air. “You’d be much warmer if you went home.” They finally come to a stop, and Jindosh leaps somewhat inelegantly from the car. “Goodnight, Ms. Kaldwin.”

“Oi!” It’s a night patrolman. He points at him with his billy club, and Kirin can’t help but roll his eyes as the slab of sub-intelligence jostles over to them with beer-bloated gut swaying with each step. “You’re not leaving that young lady alone in that condition. There are preverts out on the streets!”

“Perverts,” he corrects.

“What did you say to me?”

“Alright!” He’s grabbed Kaldwin’s wrist and unceremoniously hauled her out of the carriage. “You win, come along.”

He concedes defeat, she smiles like the cat that got the cream. There was a particularly nagging sort of thought at the very back of her mind- how long was she planning to keep this charade up? After all, there was no reason to continue on without Meagan and Alexi to see what came next...but she supposed this was far more interesting than the initial challenge.

She realizes she did not know much about Kirin Jindosh, other than the obvious. She has not given considerable thought to her teacher prior to this moment, but she realizes this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity. Why just today she’d seen him in a “normal” social setting, there was no telling what she’d be surprised by next.

She chuckles and stumbles along after him. “So you live out this way, huh? Do I get to see where the great Professor Kirin Jindosh keeps house? It must be some massive fortress where you go to brood and scheme...amidst all the perverts surrounding us.” 

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“Oof!” She’s got an arm, does the little heiress. She probably didn’t mean to tug so hard, but he’s fallen over and lands sprawled over the young lady, smashed at a very awkward angle. He struggles to right himself, and his left had is awkwardly placed on - then between - her thighs in order to get purchase to sit back up. “Ms. Kaldwin, I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, but I’m-” He realizes where his hand is at at this moment, and blushes despite himself, pulling away. “-I’m not interested in playing it.” He is at least now sitting in the carriage. “Once more, in what direction is your home? The quality of your mattress is not my concern.”

Emily zeroes in on his blush.

“Game? Oh, now that’s rich coming from you! That was quite the maneuver you just pulled there. The execution could use some work if you were going for subtlety though...”

She reaches out for the lever in the middle of the carriage and “accidentally” slips her fingers up the length of his thigh before closing her hand around the shaft of the device.

“Honestly, I forget where I am right now, so I couldn’t tell you where to go from here. I have an idea though--” She pulls it, and the carriage is already locked and sparking against the electric rails.

She did recall, earlier in the semester, plotting to hold her professor hostage. Well, better late than never.

“It’ll be like an adventure.” She gives him a sly smirk and sits back.