Heyo once more my dumplings! I'm back, not dead yet, which i suppose is a plus. Ive gotten into more Hellraiser fanfiction, and I'm hoping to make this fic a chapter-based story instead of it being the short head cannon drabbles that I've been coming up with... so anyhow, thank you once again L.J Heywood for always making my day for leaving me reviews and comments that I do take on-board. Anyhow, this fanfiction contains sexual content, adult themes, inappropriate language, and its rated M for a reason~
"you want it? you fucking want it?!" Kirsty had lust-filled predatory eyes, challenging Xipe's own by out-staring him, it was until when Kirsty had grinded the lower half of her slim form against his cassock, furthermore pushing the leather towards his stomach as it gradually got closer to what she desired. Her skimpy, almost non-existent underwear grinded against her own womanhood. Her ticket to pleasure was coming eventually.
Accompanied with the guttural moaning, Xipe most desperately wanted to taste her flesh, however, it was made difficult when he is forced to submit himself into her. It was her turn. She forcibly had held his hands above his head, forcing him to humiliate himself to her.
She had her way of forcing the hell priest into submission, it was made especially easy when he had a soft-spot for her.
"i like you like that.." she began, breathing in the side of his ear before her lips contorted into a grin of sorts. "you're all mine, Xipe" sucking his ear lobe, almost in victory; filled with pride as she watched him tilt his head back against the surface behind him. The pins in his head, very few, delve deeper into his cranium, bringing him both pleasure and pain alike. "You are in no position to amuse yourself at my expense, child" Kirsty merely just dragged her lips against his own, grinning as she was drunk on lust.
Kirsty tossed and turned in her bed ever so slightly, eyes waking to experience the darkness, the loneliness of her bedroom―reminding her thats exactly how her life is. Coated in a thin layer of sweat, Kirsty had just sighed among her sheets before glancing at the time, realising that its still very early in the morning. Too early, and its not like she would have too much to do before she did her daily routine of sorts.
"its been 10 years.. i still haven't.. seen him" she whispered almost in a broken tone to herself, its not like anybody was there in her life to witness her saying that. She reminisced about their previous encounter; well, handing him flowers wasn't exactly the full-extent of their previous meeting. Much like her nightmare, just now. Only you'd find that it was laced with a warning:
"by do us come, flesh meeting flesh, death does follow.. my Kirsty"
with absolutely no intention of heeding that warning, she bounded in the ritual of flesh against flesh, a taboo ritual is exercised once more with the hell-priest. Her eyes squinted against the darkness of her bedroom, rediscovering furniture and small ornaments that she knew existed, it was just about retracing where they were. She had noticed that, as of late her puzzle box, no matter how many times that she opens it, nothing ever happens. The box doesn't shift form either, its almost as if its dead. Perhaps.. perhaps that theres something wrong with it? Xipe truly isn't gone, is he?
As she went to roll over, she could begin to feel a sudden jab in her lower stomach, almost as if her ovaries are trying to murder her. But she knew she couldn't have that time.. all thought of what it could be dispersed as she ran to the bathroom to expel anything that she had eaten hours prior sleeping. She knew that he had left her a gift. Pain and pleasure still intended for her existence.
She knew that it had been many weeks ago that she had first conceived his child.
