Be Careful What You Wish For
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,175
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Be Careful What You Wish For
Fic: Be Careful What You Wish For 1/?
Author: Iamme
Fandom: Original
Rating: Nc-17
Gwendolyn makes a very unwise deal.
Authors note: It is all mine!!!
Warnings: M/F (HET) Dark Spiritual Matters Much more coming.
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Gwendolyn sat in her empty room watching the rain pour down over the dark city streets. Her auburn hair hung loose and she spun it idly over her finger. Every now and then, a shadow ducked out just long enough to run to the protection of a near by parked car beneath the back of the bar. The lights had gone out and still they had hung around to ingest their dose of alcohol, some more than they should.
She sighed and closed the curtain and lay back on the sofa. She wished that she were not alone but alas she was. She had come to the city in hopes of finding a dream and all she had found was a cheap one room apartment above a bar where she got to work for too little pay. Just once, she wished for more, for wealth, fame, and a good looking man. She sighed and closed her eyes and with in a few minutes, she was in the realm between the sleeping and the living when she heard it. The smooth tenor whispering, “I can give you everything you want.” Gwendolyn had heard it before and knew she was dreaming so she did what she always did and rolled over and snuggled down into the safety of her pillow. This time, however, the voice would not go away, “Give me what I want and I will give you everything you dream of.” Her thoughts began to run and now she knew she was dreaming, what could it hurt to have everything that you wanted at least in your dreams? With a whisper of her mind, she spoke “Alright, I will give you what you want.”
Gwendolyn found herself lifted to her knees and hands began to touch her stomach, the words coming against her ear, “There is no turning back, tell me this is what you want.” With every word, the hand rubbed her none too gently through her panties, wetness soaking them as the cloth rubbed against her clit in hard slow strokes. “Once you do this, you are mine and there is no escape.” The words seemed distant though they were being whispered against her ear; she could feel the hot moisture of his breath. “I want it. I want what you offer me.” Lips moved to her neck, sucking at the same time the hand that was not working began to lift her t-shirt, the hand trailing over her stomach as the cloth was lifted and then cool air rushed over her skin, causing her already hard nipples to ache. “Tell me, Gwendolyn, that you want what I offer.” Gwendolyn was becoming frustrated; she had already said it twice, her body was on fire and she just wanted him to take her. She meant to yell, to be angry but it came out instead in a wanton moan that was totally unlike her. “Damn you, how many times do I have to say that I want what you give?”
The hands suddenly pushed her down, tearing her underwear away in one motion and she screamed as she was impaled on a thick hard shaft that felt impossibly large. “Just three; it is the magic number, do you not know?”
Gwendolyn was lost in the dreamy haze still but this seemed so real. Teeth and hands sank into her flesh leaving bruises, marking her as her body was taken over and over again. She found her self kneeling on the floor, breasts pressed against the cushions that she had just been laying on and the throbbing hardness within showed no signs of slowing. She opened her mouth to ask him stop but instead of the words, a moan of pleasure slipped forth and she felt herself pulled back onto the large body that knelt behind her. “I told you there was no turning back. Give in to me, relax and let me take what I will.” Gwendolyn shook her head just as the thrusting inside of her became faster and harder. She felt something washing over her but she could not tell if it was pleasure or pain but there were more than enough elements of both and it was all growing too much until she could hold back no more and with an ocean of white light washing over her vision, she came harder than she ever imagined she could.
It was nearly noon when she woke laying on the floor naked. She managed to pull herself to her feet and stumble to the bathroom “That was a realistic dre...” she was silenced as she looked in the mirror. Black and blue marks ringed her shoulders and neck and as she looked down several other places. She ran out to the sofa and picked up the shredded underwear and tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “Oh no! What have I done?”
Author: Iamme
Fandom: Original
Rating: Nc-17
Gwendolyn makes a very unwise deal.
Authors note: It is all mine!!!
Warnings: M/F (HET) Dark Spiritual Matters Much more coming.
********
Gwendolyn sat in her empty room watching the rain pour down over the dark city streets. Her auburn hair hung loose and she spun it idly over her finger. Every now and then, a shadow ducked out just long enough to run to the protection of a near by parked car beneath the back of the bar. The lights had gone out and still they had hung around to ingest their dose of alcohol, some more than they should.
She sighed and closed the curtain and lay back on the sofa. She wished that she were not alone but alas she was. She had come to the city in hopes of finding a dream and all she had found was a cheap one room apartment above a bar where she got to work for too little pay. Just once, she wished for more, for wealth, fame, and a good looking man. She sighed and closed her eyes and with in a few minutes, she was in the realm between the sleeping and the living when she heard it. The smooth tenor whispering, “I can give you everything you want.” Gwendolyn had heard it before and knew she was dreaming so she did what she always did and rolled over and snuggled down into the safety of her pillow. This time, however, the voice would not go away, “Give me what I want and I will give you everything you dream of.” Her thoughts began to run and now she knew she was dreaming, what could it hurt to have everything that you wanted at least in your dreams? With a whisper of her mind, she spoke “Alright, I will give you what you want.”
Gwendolyn found herself lifted to her knees and hands began to touch her stomach, the words coming against her ear, “There is no turning back, tell me this is what you want.” With every word, the hand rubbed her none too gently through her panties, wetness soaking them as the cloth rubbed against her clit in hard slow strokes. “Once you do this, you are mine and there is no escape.” The words seemed distant though they were being whispered against her ear; she could feel the hot moisture of his breath. “I want it. I want what you offer me.” Lips moved to her neck, sucking at the same time the hand that was not working began to lift her t-shirt, the hand trailing over her stomach as the cloth was lifted and then cool air rushed over her skin, causing her already hard nipples to ache. “Tell me, Gwendolyn, that you want what I offer.” Gwendolyn was becoming frustrated; she had already said it twice, her body was on fire and she just wanted him to take her. She meant to yell, to be angry but it came out instead in a wanton moan that was totally unlike her. “Damn you, how many times do I have to say that I want what you give?”
The hands suddenly pushed her down, tearing her underwear away in one motion and she screamed as she was impaled on a thick hard shaft that felt impossibly large. “Just three; it is the magic number, do you not know?”
Gwendolyn was lost in the dreamy haze still but this seemed so real. Teeth and hands sank into her flesh leaving bruises, marking her as her body was taken over and over again. She found her self kneeling on the floor, breasts pressed against the cushions that she had just been laying on and the throbbing hardness within showed no signs of slowing. She opened her mouth to ask him stop but instead of the words, a moan of pleasure slipped forth and she felt herself pulled back onto the large body that knelt behind her. “I told you there was no turning back. Give in to me, relax and let me take what I will.” Gwendolyn shook her head just as the thrusting inside of her became faster and harder. She felt something washing over her but she could not tell if it was pleasure or pain but there were more than enough elements of both and it was all growing too much until she could hold back no more and with an ocean of white light washing over her vision, she came harder than she ever imagined she could.
It was nearly noon when she woke laying on the floor naked. She managed to pull herself to her feet and stumble to the bathroom “That was a realistic dre...” she was silenced as she looked in the mirror. Black and blue marks ringed her shoulders and neck and as she looked down several other places. She ran out to the sofa and picked up the shredded underwear and tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “Oh no! What have I done?”