I've really changed a lot these years I've been away. Reading over all my old stories made me cry D: and I decided I wanted to try to write something in the same style again. So here we go, another crap-tastic fic by yours truly.
Mai was hurting.
Her
lips were quivering
and
her heart was pounding
and
her thighs were clenching
and
she couldn't take it anymore.
No,
she just couldn't possibly take this anymore.
not when things were just getting good
"Ah, my dear."
His
voice is like
soft
liquid velvet.
(and it seems to fill a void in her heart)
His hands are touching her again; fingertips sliding excruciatingly slow up her thighshipsstomach.
She's
become so used to this that
she
doesn't care anymore
(come to think of it,
she's never cared)
at all.
"My, my."
His
breath is now pulsating against her ear and
his
tongue is sliding against her shell and
she's
clutching his arms as if they are a lifeline and
his
fingers are tenderly (perhaps?) sliding against her clothed opening.
shit!
"You know," He purrs into her silkysleeksmooth blonde hair. "whoever knows pain is dangerous."
Her
heart almost stops beating at this point
because
now he's decided to insert his sharp rod into her.
"Isn't this what you wanted all along?"
She
squirms
and
shakes
and
thrusts
and
moans;
but nothing works.
Now
he's
pumping his rod into her.
She
screams rather loudly
much
to his satisfaction.
and she rubs her legs together in an attempt to soothe the absolutely burning pain in her crotch.
"Oh, now. Does it hurt?"
His mocking tone is killing her.
Tears are sliding, no, pouring down her make-up caked face and smearing her nearly fifteen minutes of applying eyeliner and mascara.
Why,
she
chokes for a moment as the blade slices her skin open, releasing even
more rich red blood from her opening.
are
you doing this to me?
He
seems surprised by her question since he is now
sliding
the slick golden tool from her entrance.
His eyes shine and
he hears her whimper
and
he presses his icy,
foreboding lips against her temple.
"Because, Mai dear.
because…"
She half expects him to tell her 'I love you.'
"Because you are mine."
And here, she lets out a struggled gasp.
because now his rod is digging into the tanned skin of her left breast.
She
seems to have a better understanding of things
and
she realizes
that
she is his. and no one else's.
His hands are on her kneecaps
and
he
squeezes as hard as his powerful hands can.
and
they
shatter.
"Is
this
better?"
Her
mouth is hanging wide open in a horrific, skull splitting scream
but
no words exit her rosy red lips.
He's
laughing now, crotch pressed against her once aching pussy and
lips
are sliding against her delicate neck and
hands,
so gifted, are molding her bones back into place.
"I can do with you whatever I please."
and
all she does,
despite everything she's been through,
is arch into his warmth.
(because that's all she really can do, in the end.)