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Red Glare

by. Stré


Those red eyes were the living incarnation of sin, the forbidden fruit that damns her into a world of carnal desires and sudden self-consciousness at the fact that she is stark nude sprawled on a man's bed, with his demonic leer caging her movements like a predator ready to devour his paralysed prey. It's almost hypnotic the way he approaches her anxious limbs that fidget wantonly when he brushes against the soft skin of her long legs, moving progressively closer to her inner sanctum that already exudes the steamy scent of prepared dinner ready to be ravaged by his salivating mouth.

But he instead bypasses the meal because it would be rude to dig in too quickly; despite being a demon, he did retain a certain amount of good etiquette, and his manners told him to start from the top. Long fingers lock around her tiny wrist, pulling her snugly against his chest while he directs his famished attention onto her slender neck that melts into mush at his bites and sucks. She cannot do anything but purr in delight, completely at a loss of words and no longer in control of her body as he silences her lips with a firm latch of his own now locking them into a tight unit.

His long fingers decide to test the deep waters, reaching down for the sensitive bud of nerves and stroking along her drenched walls that invite him openly despite her apparent guilt. She mewls into his mouth and his arousal hardens to its maximum capacity, ready to move onto the next step. But kink kicks in. A strange but somehow expected sadistic desire crawls under his skin as he thinks of an element to jazz up their rapid build-up.

She's too dazed to notice the evil smirk when he momentarily pulls away from her bruised lips, but she can clearly see those sinful red eyes glistening in the dim light. And that sight is the last image left in her mind, since a strap of fabric gets wound around her eyes, doubling over and even covering her nose to also cut off her sense of smell.

His mouth meets hers once more, pressing in so tightly that she can no longer breathe. She's nearly suffocating, and the ordeal heightens when he fills another orifice with the hard part of himself; it slides in slowly at first, pushing in to savour every contraction of her choking walls, but quickly gets swallowed down completely when he reaches the furthest recesses of her core.

Their tongues meanwhile continue to tango without giving her the chance to gasp for air, and her green eyes roll back under the shroud when he starts to pump erratically, sending her already dizzy state into the realms of true sin.

Until finally, he releases her and into her, allowing a well-deserved intake of breath.

Instead, she screams his name. Asura~~


A/N: Happy April's Fool's! Hope you had a laugh, or even got tricked by my stupid attempt, lol. Tell me some funny pranks if you have any to tell. Hope the day is filled with laughter and not too many angry red-eyed glares.