TRYST WITH A TOASTER
chapter six: Pressure cooker
Yes, he had promised Maria that he wouldn't touch it, no matter how it sang to him. Yes, he had himself made a vow to never touch another kitchen appliance, especially after the treacherous waffle iron had left a checkered scar over his best sword. But this... this... She was amazing, hissing in pleasure, sucking, wet saliva coursing over him, gripping him like a vice, refusing to let him go, to give him his release. He cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstacy, leaning his head back and howling, no longer caring whether or not Maria heard him.
Maria rushed in, eyes wide. "Alucard, no!!" She cried, running to him. "I told you, you mustn't--"
"Yes!" Alucard pushed her roughly away, panting in delight. "Yesss!!"
The pressure cooker hissed again, releasing a jet of love-scented steam. Alucard glanced down at it for a moment, then over at Maria, growing alarm in his eyes. "This... "pressure cooker"..." He began, still panting with the heat, "What... does it do?"
The pressure cooker let out a final cry of passion, and climaxed in an explosion of white light and water droplets.
((Yes, yes, I finally updated. My grandmother gave me the idea.... Snerk))
chapter six: Pressure cooker
Yes, he had promised Maria that he wouldn't touch it, no matter how it sang to him. Yes, he had himself made a vow to never touch another kitchen appliance, especially after the treacherous waffle iron had left a checkered scar over his best sword. But this... this... She was amazing, hissing in pleasure, sucking, wet saliva coursing over him, gripping him like a vice, refusing to let him go, to give him his release. He cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstacy, leaning his head back and howling, no longer caring whether or not Maria heard him.
Maria rushed in, eyes wide. "Alucard, no!!" She cried, running to him. "I told you, you mustn't--"
"Yes!" Alucard pushed her roughly away, panting in delight. "Yesss!!"
The pressure cooker hissed again, releasing a jet of love-scented steam. Alucard glanced down at it for a moment, then over at Maria, growing alarm in his eyes. "This... "pressure cooker"..." He began, still panting with the heat, "What... does it do?"
The pressure cooker let out a final cry of passion, and climaxed in an explosion of white light and water droplets.
((Yes, yes, I finally updated. My grandmother gave me the idea.... Snerk))