Rooks
By SMYGO4EVA
He had promised her the world.
She thought of him as a wicked spirit of darkness, but she craved him, and she agreed. He restrained her, a mere duel monster, with silk, and spread her out beneath his voracious gaze.
He himself had never imagined that the light could be so enticing, but she was, and as he trailed his hand softly over her bare stomach, along the path left behind by his skillful tongue, he reveled in her small gasps, barely containing his own shuddering.
The instilled false sense of security and belief in her own immortality condemned her, as the almost Bacchus-like madness was to be over soon.
He stilled above her heart, her eyes still shut in ecstasy. Licking his lips, he savored the taste of victory, and he drove the golden Millennium Rod through her chest.