| Straight: Fantasy/Demon/Gothic: Crack the shutters (1/2) |
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… Your icy fingers run down my back, waking me from my slumber. How I've come to enjoy the freedom this place of eternal night has given us. Six months of waking, side-by-side, no cover, no stifling coffin, choking floorboards above me, the fresh crisp air and soft mattress the first joy my waking awareness recognises. A soft kiss finally brings my consciousness to the surface and I remember, it hits me, I sigh as the realisation of the reason for being here throws its full weight onto my shoulders. I smile, despite my feelings, as the first drip of warm blood splashes against my lips. My tongue flicks out, catching the steady drops of blood, allowing them to run down my throat as the colour rises in my cheeks. I look into your scarlet eyes and I see the pain in my heart reflected back at me from the depths of your soul. I watch your tears flowing down your pale cheeks, welling before they drip onto my waiting tongue. I reach to you, taking you in my arms, pulling you against my bare chest. Running my hands through your hair, black as night, I lift your face, holding it tenderly as I kiss your tears away. “I am sorry to do this, my love,” you whisper. Words will not come, I gaze into your eyes, I smile, letting you know that it will be OK, praying words are not needed... … You lay in my arms, staring into space. I remember, our life plays against a backdrop of heartbreaking love. I run my fingers down your arms, tracing intricate shapes, pulling you from my thoughts. You turn and kiss me, softly at first, more passionately as I return them. Our hands entwine, fingers knotting as my tongue traces across your lips. I moan as you pierce my lip, letting my blood flow freely into your mouth. I bite your tongue as it plays inside my mouth and then we kiss, our blood mingles as our thoughts merge as quickly as our bodies answer their desperate need. I lift myself off you, letting our blood drip from my mouth, swirling across your heaving breasts as my hands draw circles through the blood, shrinking as they reach your nipples, erect as I take them between finger and thumb, squeezing, twisting, pulling them as I feel you shiver with desire. You make to move, going to the place this always leads to, I push you back to the bed, pinning your arms behind your head as I suckle your nipple, biting down on them, drawing blood and letting it run down your pale skin. “This is my time,” I whisper, “I will do what I wish and you will let me. You owe me this much”... … My tongue flicks across your stomach, as I slowly move my body down yours. I smell your scent, as always roses come to mind, the first time we fucked was in a rose garden, I made you in a rose garden, it is always roses. I take your clit in my mouth, circling it with my tongue, my hands playing with your breasts, tears flowing down my cheeks as I slide it between your icy lips. I taste the blood, mingled with the muskiness of your sex. You shudder as I delve deeper inside, my body reacting to yours, growing hard as you grow wetter... … Our bodies are locked together, we lose all sense of ourselves, as we fuck we become one, |
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WOW!!!
