Blood and Chocolate Sauce
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,891
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Blood and Chocolate Sauce
This is an original fic, and I own all the characters. Please do not play with them w/o my permission. Or else bad things shall happen *evil cackle* Bad things involving dancing Llamas and Michael Jackson in a pink tutu (as if he weren\'t freaky enough)
WARNING: This is *looks stunned* Not slash. It\'s het. *blinks* Um it\'s sex and bloodletting.
ARCHIVING: Just ask.
THANKS TO: My strange kinks. And my deeply twisted inner self.
NOTES: This was inspired by…a laundry detergent commercial. I…was listening to my Saliva cd and glanced up from the computer and saw three slides with one word. Blood. Chocolate. Sauce. I presume it was to illustrate that their cleaning product could remove stains from these three things but without hearing it all I was left with was three words in a very interesting order. Really I wonder about myself sometimes. *grins*
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Brown lines of chocolate glistened in the candle light on pale smooilkyilky skin. The knife gleamed silver and pure in the same light, all reflected in wide green eyes.
She was beautiful in a way that was untouchable, virginal, but it went beyond her lack of sexual experience, something in her eyes, her voice, her body, her…spirit. Yes, her spirit. She had an inner purity that was lacking in the human race, an innocence that reached all she lay eyes on, even him.
He hated her for that.
He had never known innocence, it had been ripped from him at birth. And since that time no one had bothered to see him, to love him, to touch him. He had lived in the shadows, in the dark, an outcast because of his nature, needs that he had been born with and couldn\'t change though he had tried. Oh how he had tried.
And in one second she had shown him light, just a taste, and he wanted more. He wanted to be accepted by his peers, he wanted to be loved. But he had been resigned that it was something he would never be allowed to have, and he had been satisfied with what he did have. Until her.
It had been driving him mad for days now, so he had found her, tracked her down after that one chance encounter and followed her. Watched her. Waited. In his shadows.
And to his delight he had discovered there were shadows even in the brightest of lights. Because while she was not one of his kind, she desired his kind. She haunted the darkened alleyways of his home, hoping for a glimpse, her pale swan\'s neck bared, tempting all his kind with a taste of her light.
Now she would get it.
His knife followed the thin lines of chocolate, and wide rivers of blood spilled out over pale skin in crimson, a river of sustenance spread out before him. The need awoke, clawing at his bones, fighting to be freed. But he held it back, waiting until every carefully placed line of chocolate had been given a twin in blood. Then he licked away the ruby remnants left on the blade, ebony eyes locked on innocent emerald shadowed with lust.
She was his for as long as he wanted her.
He decided to keep her forever, as his tongue swept up her smooth stomach, to her small perfect breasts. The taste of sweet smooth chocolate and tangy metallic blood mixed on his tongue, perfect. And his body came alive, every inch of his skin tingling in anticipation, growing stronger harder with every line of blood.
She lay in his bed, unbound, and made small choked noises, moans and whimpers, and a soft chant of \"no no no\" that he knew she didn\'t mean. She held perfectly still for him as he licked her clean. Eyes burning into his skin, urging him on, needing this as much as he did.
When his cock sank into her depths he realized he would never know what it was to be innocent, but he did now know what it was to take innocence. And as he took her she clung to him, arms and lwrapwrapped tight around him as he slammed inside of her, his fingers gripping her shoulders, slipping in the blood still flowing to coat her skin and his in red red red.
The end came quickly for both of them when his fangs slid deep into her shoulder, and they were left twined around one another, light and dark, covered in the thick residue of their perversion, blood and chocolate sauce, gasping for breath that one of them didn\'t really need.
Her innocence was gone now. He\'d take what was left for his own.
WARNING: This is *looks stunned* Not slash. It\'s het. *blinks* Um it\'s sex and bloodletting.
ARCHIVING: Just ask.
THANKS TO: My strange kinks. And my deeply twisted inner self.
NOTES: This was inspired by…a laundry detergent commercial. I…was listening to my Saliva cd and glanced up from the computer and saw three slides with one word. Blood. Chocolate. Sauce. I presume it was to illustrate that their cleaning product could remove stains from these three things but without hearing it all I was left with was three words in a very interesting order. Really I wonder about myself sometimes. *grins*
******
Brown lines of chocolate glistened in the candle light on pale smooilkyilky skin. The knife gleamed silver and pure in the same light, all reflected in wide green eyes.
She was beautiful in a way that was untouchable, virginal, but it went beyond her lack of sexual experience, something in her eyes, her voice, her body, her…spirit. Yes, her spirit. She had an inner purity that was lacking in the human race, an innocence that reached all she lay eyes on, even him.
He hated her for that.
He had never known innocence, it had been ripped from him at birth. And since that time no one had bothered to see him, to love him, to touch him. He had lived in the shadows, in the dark, an outcast because of his nature, needs that he had been born with and couldn\'t change though he had tried. Oh how he had tried.
And in one second she had shown him light, just a taste, and he wanted more. He wanted to be accepted by his peers, he wanted to be loved. But he had been resigned that it was something he would never be allowed to have, and he had been satisfied with what he did have. Until her.
It had been driving him mad for days now, so he had found her, tracked her down after that one chance encounter and followed her. Watched her. Waited. In his shadows.
And to his delight he had discovered there were shadows even in the brightest of lights. Because while she was not one of his kind, she desired his kind. She haunted the darkened alleyways of his home, hoping for a glimpse, her pale swan\'s neck bared, tempting all his kind with a taste of her light.
Now she would get it.
His knife followed the thin lines of chocolate, and wide rivers of blood spilled out over pale skin in crimson, a river of sustenance spread out before him. The need awoke, clawing at his bones, fighting to be freed. But he held it back, waiting until every carefully placed line of chocolate had been given a twin in blood. Then he licked away the ruby remnants left on the blade, ebony eyes locked on innocent emerald shadowed with lust.
She was his for as long as he wanted her.
He decided to keep her forever, as his tongue swept up her smooth stomach, to her small perfect breasts. The taste of sweet smooth chocolate and tangy metallic blood mixed on his tongue, perfect. And his body came alive, every inch of his skin tingling in anticipation, growing stronger harder with every line of blood.
She lay in his bed, unbound, and made small choked noises, moans and whimpers, and a soft chant of \"no no no\" that he knew she didn\'t mean. She held perfectly still for him as he licked her clean. Eyes burning into his skin, urging him on, needing this as much as he did.
When his cock sank into her depths he realized he would never know what it was to be innocent, but he did now know what it was to take innocence. And as he took her she clung to him, arms and lwrapwrapped tight around him as he slammed inside of her, his fingers gripping her shoulders, slipping in the blood still flowing to coat her skin and his in red red red.
The end came quickly for both of them when his fangs slid deep into her shoulder, and they were left twined around one another, light and dark, covered in the thick residue of their perversion, blood and chocolate sauce, gasping for breath that one of them didn\'t really need.
Her innocence was gone now. He\'d take what was left for his own.