Originally going to be one-shot, but two continuation pieces nagged at me.
This one is Lime-y.
Ding-ding! One person got it right!
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My conquest...
It worked exactly how I imagine it.
You use to hurt so much, but now you just don't care.
You realized the hopelessness of trying to maintain a friendship that would sour within a week,
Or trying to get a teacher to listen to whatever you say, since they seem to point out all too quickly about your so-call lies fibs are really your truth?
Hmm, I wonder why that no one ever believes a word you say anymore?
Could it be because I faked a counselor's report for the school, claiming of a violent temper and pathological lying?
It doesn't matter now, you don't care about the world, and the world hates you.
This is where I want you.
Hm? Why are you still in bed, shouldn't you be going to your little personal hell... Otherwise known as your school?
Hm? You don't want to go?
Everyone hates you, so you say.
Heh, not everyone, just those I wanted to hate you because you are mine and they don't deserve any sort of attention from you.
It's perfect, you are open, apathetic to the world, needing love and sweet, tender words.
Things I've been denying you from those fools, now I'm going to give you what you want, and what you should need from me and me alone.
Your pretty stormy eyes widen with surprise as I sat on your bed, as I rub my thumb over your pretty soft skin, then over those perfect little rosebud lips I wanted to brand as my own.
Oh yes, the mere thought of it is bringing such beautiful images to my mind, and makes me warm all over.
Sssh, ssssh, relax, young one.
You think what I'm doing to be odd, don't you? It's not strange at all.
Trust me, you'll be wanting every moment of what I'm about to do, I'm going to make it feel nice, warm, and pretty, sweet and good for you.
You're able to trust me before, so why not now? I taste your soft slippery lips, watching your pretty rain cloud-like eyes flutter wide with shock and then closed, giving no protests.
Hmm. strawberry and sugar. Have you been sneaking into my candy stash again?
No no, I 'm not going to punish you, I like this, the pixie stick is a perfect little spice to enhance the experience.
I moved my fingers down your back, playing and kneading the tense muscles.
Ssssh, just relax, you'll love this.
I flicked my tongue over those sweet lips that already are fuller and darker under my administrations, as you leaned against my touch.
Pretty, pretty little thing, you're perfect, you're just like a little doll, do you know that?
Do you know what I killed him?
Because he was giving you those eyes, he was coveting something that should've been mine!
That dirty old bastard got what he deserved, khehehe.
Open your mouth... that's it, let me come inside, let me taste you.
Does this feel good? Do you want to continue?
Whisper those pretty words in my ears, or just make soft beautiful sounds if words are too much of a burden.
Heh, feels like you do find it nice.
I better get you out of your clothes, you'll be too warm soon.
After all, you're mine and I've to take care of you.
You're beautiful, your pretty stormy eyes becoming darker and mistier with every touch I give you. A pretty little shell-pink blush spread across your cheeks, and those sweet dark little pebbles hardening by the second.
You're so gorgeous because you are mine.
Mine.
This one is Lime-y.
Ding-ding! One person got it right!
***
My conquest...
It worked exactly how I imagine it.
You use to hurt so much, but now you just don't care.
You realized the hopelessness of trying to maintain a friendship that would sour within a week,
Or trying to get a teacher to listen to whatever you say, since they seem to point out all too quickly about your so-call lies fibs are really your truth?
Hmm, I wonder why that no one ever believes a word you say anymore?
Could it be because I faked a counselor's report for the school, claiming of a violent temper and pathological lying?
It doesn't matter now, you don't care about the world, and the world hates you.
This is where I want you.
Hm? Why are you still in bed, shouldn't you be going to your little personal hell... Otherwise known as your school?
Hm? You don't want to go?
Everyone hates you, so you say.
Heh, not everyone, just those I wanted to hate you because you are mine and they don't deserve any sort of attention from you.
It's perfect, you are open, apathetic to the world, needing love and sweet, tender words.
Things I've been denying you from those fools, now I'm going to give you what you want, and what you should need from me and me alone.
Your pretty stormy eyes widen with surprise as I sat on your bed, as I rub my thumb over your pretty soft skin, then over those perfect little rosebud lips I wanted to brand as my own.
Oh yes, the mere thought of it is bringing such beautiful images to my mind, and makes me warm all over.
Sssh, ssssh, relax, young one.
You think what I'm doing to be odd, don't you? It's not strange at all.
Trust me, you'll be wanting every moment of what I'm about to do, I'm going to make it feel nice, warm, and pretty, sweet and good for you.
You're able to trust me before, so why not now? I taste your soft slippery lips, watching your pretty rain cloud-like eyes flutter wide with shock and then closed, giving no protests.
Hmm. strawberry and sugar. Have you been sneaking into my candy stash again?
No no, I 'm not going to punish you, I like this, the pixie stick is a perfect little spice to enhance the experience.
I moved my fingers down your back, playing and kneading the tense muscles.
Ssssh, just relax, you'll love this.
I flicked my tongue over those sweet lips that already are fuller and darker under my administrations, as you leaned against my touch.
Pretty, pretty little thing, you're perfect, you're just like a little doll, do you know that?
Do you know what I killed him?
Because he was giving you those eyes, he was coveting something that should've been mine!
That dirty old bastard got what he deserved, khehehe.
Open your mouth... that's it, let me come inside, let me taste you.
Does this feel good? Do you want to continue?
Whisper those pretty words in my ears, or just make soft beautiful sounds if words are too much of a burden.
Heh, feels like you do find it nice.
I better get you out of your clothes, you'll be too warm soon.
After all, you're mine and I've to take care of you.
You're beautiful, your pretty stormy eyes becoming darker and mistier with every touch I give you. A pretty little shell-pink blush spread across your cheeks, and those sweet dark little pebbles hardening by the second.
You're so gorgeous because you are mine.
Mine.