varations of Erik: Lon Chaney

All right, I admit it. I finally got sick of all of the '04 movie smut that's taken over the phandom. So I thought to myself that some of the other versions needed a some naughty little romps as well. It is to this end that I present my first installment in a collection of varied Phantom smutlets. The Phantom of the Opera and Erik are Leroux's. The Lon Chaney version is owned by Universal. I own none of these versions and I make no profit from this whatsoever. It's just for shits and giggles.

Picking up from the ending Lon Chaney version.

PWP, OC, het, oral

Collette was not what one would refer to as a 'blushing flower'. She had lived largely on her own since age 7, a dirty little gamine taking what she required to live from wherever she could. At fifteen she had shifted from being a simple little pickpocket to the more acceptable profession of prostitution. Not exactly an ideal existance, but one that had kept a roof over her head and food in her gullet for the last 7 years.
She had been loitering about the Pont Neuf plying her trade when the strangest thing she had seen all day played out before her eyes. A man in dark clothing came tearing down the street to her right with a very large and very angry crowd at his heels. It was quite dark by this point in the evening, so she was unable to make out any distinctive features. The mob followed the man along the side of the Seine and finally caught him up and cornered him by the water. Collette watched on in a mixture of confusion and terror, ducking down to avoid being seen by the crowd. She was unsure what the man had done, but the howling mob was obviously worked into a blood frenzy over it! The prudent thing, at that point, would have been to quietly slip away and leave whatever was going on to happen wihtout her witness. But she was far too curious to do that. She had to find out at least why they were all so very angry.
The man stood, facing the crowd and produced something from his jacket pocket, clutching it in his fist and waving it in the air before the angry throng. Collette could not see what it was, but it must have been frightful for the crowd took a nervous step back.
She could hear the man's laugh carried to her by the soft evening breeze. It was a mesmorizing sound. It was filled with bitter madness, there was no doubt of that, but it had a ring to it that was quite unlike anything else she had ever heard. If that had not caught her attention though, his speaking voice surely would have!
"Yes! Back away from me you fools! You cowards! A hundred men to Erik is almost a fair match! What does Erik have, eh? Some horrible device that will kill you all where you stand?" Again he laughed, the pitch nearly maniacal this time. "How easily humanity is duped. There is nothing!" And with a theatrical flourish he opened his hand which was indeed empty.
Then, to Collette's horror the crowd advanced upon him and closed around him, throwing him into the cold waters of the Seine. Careless of being seen Collette leaned over the bridge to watch the rippling waters where he had sunk. The mob, too, watched the waters in a breathless hush. A few bubbles of air floated to the surface, then all was still. As though none of it had ever occurred.
Satisfied, the crowd congratulated themselves and then began to move back in the direction they had come from. Collette knelt back down to hide behind the wall of the bridge. When the last of the people had passed she slipped down to the water to peer into it's darkness for any sign of the man. Although she was what she was, it was simply not in her nature to let a person drown in front of her.
After searching the water for a minute or so she noticed something beneith the surface move. She wondered if she dove in after the man if she'd be strong enough to pull him out. It was doubtful. He had seemed rather tall and broad shouldered. As it turned out her concerns were completely unnecissary, for a dark figure soon broke the water's surface, chuckling to itself and cursing the stupidity of those who had hunted him.
"Uhm....do you need help, monsieur?" Collette asked the shadowed figure, who was now easily treading water and staring away from her toward where the mob had been.
He seemed startled that there should still be someone nearby, though he did not turn to face her.
"Have you come to kill me too, young woman? I really am growing weary for the evening. Perhaps you could try again tomorrow." He spoke with a sigh, and again Collette was captivated by the timbre of his voice. It was so rich and expressive, she swore that she almost felt his words more than heard them, for a voice like that needed to encompass more than one petty sense to make itself understood.
She sat on the edge of the stonework and dangled her toes in the dark water. "I hadn't actually been planning on it, no. I was...uhm...working. And I saw what happened. Tell me why they were chasing you."
Still the man did not turn to her. "Perhaps they had a reason. Perahps I am a fiend and had killed from their flock. Or perhaps I had stolen away one of their favourites for my own nefarious purposes. And here are you standing there talking to me as though I had done nothing. How do you know I am not dangerous? That I mightn't slit your throat and walk away without a moment's hesitation?"
She would have been a fool if she did not admit that the thought had crossed her mind. Most people don't hunt down other men for no purpose. But she was from that portion of society that understand that not every reason people have for doing things is a fair one. She had seen many of her friends persecuted and blamed for things they had not done, simply because it was easier to blame the whores and the theives than to search for the real truth.
"Perhaps you are. But most brutes just have done with it and don't bother making civil talk beforehand. You should come out from the river before you catch your death."
The man sighed but made no move to reach the stairs that led from the cold water. "Go home. I'm in no mood for your prying or your pity. It has been....a difficult day."
Collette smirked and also refused to move. "Getting tossed in the Seine is more than a difficult day, monsieur. And I never go home until I have a customer, otherwise I don't eat. And since my usual perch is right on that bridge there, I don't see any difference in my standing up there being a cold bitch and ignoring you, or sitting down here and trying to give you a hand since I'll be around either way." She had always been a stubborn girl, which was probably one of the reasons she had survived her childhood. She'd been too pig-headed to lay down and die.
The sudden wave of frustration and rage that eminated from him was almost palpable. "If you refuse to go I shall not be held accountable for it! I'm coming out of the water now, so get out of my way and never say I did not try to spare you!" She was confused by his words until he turned and began swimming toward the stairs next to her. She had not expected a face like that! She let out a little squeek, but was smart enough not to scream, though she did scramble to her feet and press against the wall behind her for distance.
He was hideous! His skin was drawn tight over the bones of his face, highlighing his cheeks and forhead in a most unflattering way. His dark eyes bulged from their sockets in an angry glare, and his nose was so deformed that it almost appeared not to exist when looked at head on. His mouth was framed by very thin lips that did not disguise the skeletal grin of his teeth and gums under them. It was a horrible sight to encounter, but she suddenly felt she knew why that angry crowd was chasing him.
"I-I'm sorry." She stammered as he reached the stairs and began to emerge soaked and angry. "I didn't know. Oh God!" She shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to compose herself for she knew that she must only be upsetting him. "Do you live far from here?" She asked suddenly. The night was not cold, but it was not overly warm either and she knew that she would always feel guilt if she just let him go to catch pneumonia.
She could feel his presence before her and knew that he must have stopped right in front of her. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes to look at him. She pressed further back into the wall out of instinct but managed to speak without faltering. "It's late...and you're soaked...and...and...well I don't think you'd be able to get a cab. Please. I've offended you, and I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you. You can come to my room and I'll make you something warm and you can dry off a little."
"Your sense of guilt is touching, but misplaced." He seemed to consider for a moment though. "But as I have no other place to go this evening I will accept your hospitality."
She nodded and straightened her spine. She'd serviced ugly clients before. Not ugly like this man, but then again she was only going to give him something to eat. It's not like she'd have to touch him or anything like that. She shifted herself into a working mindset and a well-rehearsed little smile slid onto her lips. "My name is Collette. Come with me, it isn't far."
"Collette." He repeated quietly. "I am Erik."
She treated him like she would have a shy john. Coaxing him to follow her, she even worked up the courage to take his hand halfway there. She had not lied, it was not far. Two blocks at most. She rented a small garrett over a gin shop run by a very sweet but rather foolish Englishman who was always more leinient on her rent than he should have been, much to her relief.
She led the man up the back stairs and unlocked her door. The place was by no means impressive, but it was clean. The main feature being a medium sized brass bed that she had purchased second hand. The rest of the room contained a pitcher/basin set on a mirrored stand, a small desk and chair, a worn dresser, and a little area with a small stove for preparing meals with a small table and two chairs next to it.
She tossed the shawl she had been wearing on a small peg near the door. "You can lay out your jacket next to the window so it will dry faster." She said as she moved to fetch a small tea set from a cupboard. She filled the kettle with water from the pitcher and put it on to boil. She then retrieved a half loaf of bread and some soft cheese and laid it out on the table. "Afraid it's not the finest fair in the world, but it's better than nothing."
She watched Erik as he peeled off his wet jacket. In her earlier horror she had not noticed how well he moved. He had a certain refinement to him and she could see now that his clothes were of a fine cut and material. This man was not street garbage like she was and she wondered how he had been discovered. Surely he must have had a secluded little area of his own where he wouldn't be bothered. She could almost imagine a fine house outside of the city. Sheltered from passer by with large trees and a fence.
She felt herself blush a bit when he stared at the bed as he passed to lay out his coat. She didn't know why she should be embarrassed, but she had the impression that he knew what she did for a living, and she wasn't sure if she was blushing entirely from that fact, or from the conclusions he might draw from it. Her blush turned a shade deeper when she felt his eyes appraising her.
She was no great beauty, but she was pretty enough. She had a smooth roundish face that made her look more 17 than 22, and a mass of auburn curls that steadfastly refused to stay up in a respectable fashion for more than about ten minutes at a time. Her eyes were an uninteresting brown, and her figure was curvey and supple. Not fat, but no where near the skinny little waif which usually made her job attracting clients easier.
She was relieved when the kettle let out a sharp whistle. Inviting him to one of the chairs, she poured the tea.
"You look ill at ease. Perhaps you are having second thoughts aobut playing the good samaritan?"
Collette nearly dropped her cup at the abrupt statement. "No. Why would you think that, Erik?" She took a sip that was sligthly too large and scalded her throat a bit.
Erik made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan "Waiting for clients in the dark, the placement of that bed out in the open without so much as a modesty screen to conceal it? Oh yes, I know what you do for a living. It does not bother me. I understand. I, too, have sold myself to eat. Though not in the same way. No one would want me. I sold my voice and the right for curiosity seekers to gawk at my face in fairs and circuses. Are you afraid I will ask to buy the services you sell? Do you not want to turn me down and wound me?" Those large eyes searched hers, and suddenly she could not meet his gaze any longer and looked down to her plate in shame. "I thought so. Shall I go?"
She looked miserably at her slice of bread. Never had she turned down any man, no matter how distasteful she found him. She felt a terrible pang of guilt that he should have so easily known what she had been thinking. And she knew that he had probably been turned down before.
"You needn't go." She hadn't the heart to turn him away from her home. He had said himself that he had no where else to go. He didn't seem dangerous to her. If he had intended on killing or raping her he surely would have done so by now. "I mean, I don't sleep much at night anyway."
"And what of my wet clothing? You expect me to sleep in them?" He gazed at her quietly. She felt a small shiver run down her spine at the look. Perhaphs he was dangerous after all. Simply not in a conventional manner. There was something disturbing and compulsory about him. As though he could manipulate a person to his will without even thinking about it.
Collette felt a bit foolish as she admitted, "I hadn't thought of that." She certainly hadn't any clothing to offer him. She barely had two outfits of her own.
He nodded. "I thought as much. Perhaps you expect me to sleep nude?" He asked.
Damnation! How was he able to make her blush so hard after years in this trade? Although, to be fair, most of the men she bedded never bothered to speak to her beyond arranging price and services, so the whole thing ended up being quite impersonal. It was a stupid thing, really. That conversation should change the dynamic of the situation so much. But it wasn't the same at all! Erik was not asking her for sex. He merely did not want to sleep in damp clothing. That was a perfectly reasonable thing. And it wasn't as though she'd never seen a naked man before, or that it even would bother her that much.
"Well...I haven't anything else to offer you but bedsheets I'm afraid."
He fixed her with another odd look. "Well then I suppose bedsheets will have to do. May I lay the rest of my clothing with my jacket?"
Collette could not say why, but she was almost shocked that he would agree to sleeping au natural in her bed. "Of course."
"Are you certain you will not wish to sleep tonight?" Erik asked, rising and unfastening his shirt.
Without considering why she turned her face away. "No. I should be fine. I will sleep tomorrow morning. I'm not in the least tired." She knew that it would be difficult for her to stay awake all night, but she would not tell him that. Normally she would fall asleep as soon as she had washed up from her evening's client. As hard as she tried she had never gotten the full hang of being a night owl.
He spoke with amusement. "Why are you turning away? Are you afraid I will be embarrassed if you see me? You've already seen my face. The rest of my body I have no particular shame of. Or could that be it? You are afraid that the rest of me is as mangled as my visage." He chuckled and she got the very distinct impression that he was having a game with her.
She did not answer him. She didn't know.
"Collette..." He spoke her name with a soft note of command in his voice. "Look at me, Collette. I want you to look."
His voice was so strong, so spellbiding that she found she could not disobey him. She looked up at him.
He had already removed his shirt, and it was true. He was not horrible apart from his face thusfar. He had strong looking arms and a broad chest lightly speckled with dark hairs. Though his skin was a sickly pale tone, it was not so very awful. His stomach was flat and she could see the outline of muscle under the skin.
He smiled, and the sight was disturbing to her and she winced as his thin lips curled back over his large teeth. "There's a good girl." And her eyes were drawn down by the motion of his hand as he unfastened his trousers. He let them fall and she saw his well formed legs and feet, and another bit of his anatomy that was also quite well crafted. Her eyes lingered on his manhood for a moment before she blushed and turned her face again. She heard him chuckle in a low, husky tone.
"Why do you turn again? I would think you should be used to the sight of a man at this point."
"Most gentleman don't relish a woman's stare, I'm sure."
"You know that to be a lie. The propriety code of society does not mimic what men desire. Most men are wanton creatures and would rather bed a lovely young woman than make foolish small talk in drawing rooms with them. How much business do you do with how many men? And your sisters in the trade? Men enjoy a woman's stare because it prolouges what will come next. I do not get to enjoy the fullfilment that the stare promises, but let me enjoy your eyes on me."
She wished he would simply go to bed and leave her in peace. She did not want to consider such things. It didn't matter to her why men came to her profession, she simply cared that they did and that she would be able to deal with them as easily as possible, which she now had decided included not holding conversations with them.
But he seemed in no mood to climb between her sheets just yet. And she felt that she could not say no to him. She had not really considered that he would never have had relations before, though she knew that it would have been difficult for him to find a willing partner looking as he did. But the thought stirred pity within her breast and she began to wonder if he were really so repugnant.
She turned her eyes back to him as he requested. He really was handsomely built. She could not help but think how unfortunate that face of his should ruin such a fine body. If he were anyone else she would have eagerly accepted her fee from him.
"So you've never had a woman....?" She asked timidly.
He shook his head. "No. Who would want someone like me? What woman would allow a man with such a countenace of death to touch her intimately? You needn't look at my any longer if you do not wish to. I will understand." His eyes were sad, and she was tempted to put her arms around him and comfort him, but she did not move.
"Not even a prostitute?"
He gave a nasty snicker. "Would you accept my money?"
She considered it for a moment. He did not seem to be a truly bad man, simply lonely and perhaps a bit bitter toward the world. Which was to be expected. Would it really be so horrible? She could simply close her eyes and pretend he was handsome. "When I first saw you, no. But I think that I might be persuaded now. You don't seem so awful to me. Simply unfortunate."
"Name your price." He stated flatly. His sadness and vaulnerabilty had gone in a flash, replaced by an intensity as he looked at her, taking in the curve of her flesh under her dress.
"My usual is twenty...." Collette began uncertainly.
"Done!"
She blinked. How exactly had this happened again? When she had brought him to her room she had only intended to give him a moment to dry off and let him have a warm drink, not become one of her clients! But she had agreed and she would not go back on it now.
"All right, then. I suppose since you're already undressed I should follow suit. Have a seat on the bed and I'll join you in a moment."
Erik nodded and took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching her like a hawk. She slid off her blouse and skirt, leaving her in a corset and pair of knickers. "Slower," He requested. "I want to enjoy your beauty as fully as I can, for it is possible I will never enjoy a woman like this again, Collette."
She gave a weak smile and blushed again. Stupid man. Blushes were decidedly unprofessional in this buisness. She very slowly began to unhook her corset, starting in reverse from the bottom up, revealing first a glimpse of her slender waist, and then higher the soft round swell of her breasts as they pressed together in the constricting garment. Finally with the last hook undone she let it fall away from her and she heard Erik's appreciative intake of breath. With a mischevious little smirk she ran her palms over the tops of her breasts, following the curve of them and continuing down until her fingers brushed the fabric of her undergarments. She tugged them down slowly and finally stood before Erik as naked as he was.
His dark eyes hungrilly devoured her form, enjoying her. He held out a hand to her. "Come to me. Let me feel you." His lovely voice made her loins ache with the sensual note of huskiness that had found it's way into it. She stepped out of her discarded knickers and over to him.
He ran a long, slender finger across her collar bone, tracing down her sternum between her breasts and stopping when he brushed her navel. "Your skin feels like velvet to me, Collette." He whispered.
She gave a shiver and closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of his voice and the brush of his fingertips as they continued to explore her, though not yet coming into contact with any of her more intimate parts.
"Will you touch me as well? You can't know how long I've waited to feel a woman carress me."
She happily obliged him, letting her hands first settle on his shoulders and trace down his arms, and finally stroke broadly over his chest. He groaned and she felt something brush against her left nipple. She realized it was his mouth when he began to softly suckle at her, his hand raising to stroke her right breast in the same rythem. Collette sighed softly, enjoying the attentions. Most of her clients were more interested in 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' than foreplay.
She settled herself onto his lap, continuing to stroke his chest and arms. "Touch my face." He murmered into her breast. She paused. She really had no desire to touch his face. The rest of him she had no qualms about, but she had a perfectly unreasonable fear of touching that dreadful countenance. "Touch me!" He repeated with a note of irritation when she hesitated.
He growled, throwing her down onto the bed and snarling when he realized that her eyes had been closed the entire time. "If you did not wish to bed me you should have said as much! You do not mind my lips upon your harlot flesh, do you, though? Open your eyes!" She peered out from under a half open lid and jumped to find that horrible face scowling down barely three inches away from her own. "Both eyes." She complied.
"Perhaps if we got you used to my face, eh? Then you may realize that it cannot pass it's curse to you." He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head so that she could not move them. "I want you to keep your eyes open. I want you to see me do this!"
He bent his head and kissed the juncture where her shoulder met the nape of her neck, then moved lower, kissing the top of each breast tenderly. He glanced up to make sure that she was still watching, and indeed she was, terrified and fixated. She watched him as he again took her nipple between his lips, this time grazing his teeth lightly over the sensitive bud. She watched his thin lips draw on her breast, his long fingers massaging the heavy globe as he worked his twisted mouth. He released her nipple, moving to brush kisses in the valley between her tits. The side of his cheeks brushing either breast as he did so. He then repleated the same ministrations he'd given her first nipple on the other as she watched him. She bit her lip in pleasure, the horror of his face teasing her body into ecstacy slightly erotic to view. She could feel her body beginning to beg for attention ever lower.
He smiled that disturbing smile again, allowing his hand to slide from her breast to between her legs. He stroked the sensitive flesh there and she gave a little yelp of pleasure when his fingertip brushed across her clit. He repeated the motion, slightly harder and she moaned. Chuckling to himself he released her wrists and moved down her body until his head was between her legs. She watched him, wondering if he truly intended to do what she thought he was going to.
He urged her legs apart a bit more and slid his hand between them, stroking her and coaxing her wetness from her body. Then he plunged his mouth to the same spot and she cried out, grasping the sheets benieth her as his tongue ravished her core. She could feel the odd sensation of his tongue and lips at her most womanly entrance coupled with the brush of his poor excuse for a nose brushing occasionally against her clit. He continued to minister to her until she arched her back and came for him. He gave her a few last licks, enjoying the taste of her arousal and then slid back up her body.
"Now, my dear. I should think that if you would allow my mouth to pleasure you so intimately that you would not now be so afraid to touch me."
Collette nodded stupidly, still regaining her reeling senses. She stroked her hand down the side of his face, and he closed his eyes and leant into the carress like an attention deprived cat. She ran her fingertips over his brow, traced the shortened bridge of what passed for a nose, and stroked his thin lips. He kept his eyes closed, reveling in her touches as though it were the most intimate and erotic carress he could imagine.
"Kiss me, Erik" She whispered, truly affected by his reaction to her touch. He did not need to be invited a second time. He pressed his lips against hers with a hunger that was almost violent in it's need. He brushed his tongue against her lips, seeking access to deepen the kiss. She parted her lips for him and he plundered her mouth greedily, pressing his body to hers, his hardness very apparant against her stomach.
He finally broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with lust and ecstacy. She reached between them out of curiostiy and began to stroke him. The pleasure he exhibited at her touch of his member was, as she had suspected, equal but not more than the pleasure he had taken when she had stroked his face. "God, Collette. I need you now. I need to be inside you, please!"
"Then go ahead, Erik." She wanted him too. Very rarely had she taken this much of her own pleasure with a client and she was eager to see what he would do once he had mounted her.
Erik rubbed the tip of his erection against her moist nethers, elicting a needful whimper from her and a sharp intake of breath between gritted teeth from him. He then plunged into her soft depths unable to wait any longer. The sensation was exquisite. Collette was pleased as well, he was quite well endowed and filled her pleasantly. She gave a slightly impatient little wriggle of her hips after a moment, reminding him that there was better to come.
He took the cue and withdrew slightly before plunging back in with a pleasured moan. He gave a few more experimental thrusts to steady himself to the delicious sensation before settling into a rythem.
This time it was Collette who kissed him and Erik was pleased beyond all measure at the initiative of the young woman. He thrust into her at a near frenzied pace, so close to his own release. It did not take long. He spilt himself with a satisfied cry and collapsed next to her.
She was not dissapointed for she knew it was his first time. She even considered that as he was quite a considerate lover that she would enjoy having him in her bed again and helping him learn to pace himself.
After a moment, when he had collected himself and calmed his breathing somewhat he turned to her. "Thank you, Collette. You can't know what you've done for me. I will fetch your fee."
She placed a hand on his shoulder. "There's no rush for that Erik. You have all night after all." She grinned. "Did I mention that I give discounts for return customers?"