Canvas of Flesh
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Erotica › General
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Adult ++
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,700
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Canvas of Flesh
Your body…my canvas…
Your flesh, it’s so untainted, so clean, so fresh. I will turn it into a work of art, scarring the flesh and creating portraits. I will do it again and again, until I am satisfied that your flesh is complete. Complete with my beautiful work.
Seeing my art upon your skin; it drives me wild. I can’t help but take you afterward, take you as far as I can, and partake of your newly painted flesh. I will pierce the skin, then take it into my arms, carefully and lovingly.
You scream. You scream and you tense up, but don’t you know, that just makes me wilder? Hearing your cries of agony, as I pour my creativity over you, makes me want you that much more. I will take you now, now while the screams are only just dying in your throat. I will run my hands over my work and smile, because I have made you beautiful. You are not a person anymore, now you are a painting, filled with emotion and empathy, and it arouses me.
We are alone here, and no one is going to interrupt our fun. I have morphed your body to my liking and now I must take your body to my liking. I will thrust into you, and it will be sweet morbidity, fucking this canvas I have worked so tirelessly on. I am fucking art. The thought is enough to drive me to the highest sensations of pleasure.
Let me take you once more, your sweet, mutilated flesh. Let me run my hands over what I have done to you, let me pierce the skin more, I have not finished, let me use my agonizing paint again. Now you make me angry. You tell me to stop? You can’t say that. I have made you beautiful. I will see to it that you don’t say such things again.
I will punish you. I will hit you, again and again, marring the landscapes and portraits and designs I have made. I will take your bloodied body against mine and apologize; I will even apologize for hurting you. But what’s this? You can’t faint, my dear, the fun has just begun. But you have, you go limp in my arms and I look at your face and I laugh. No one lasts long enough for me to take my fill.
Your flesh, it’s so untainted, so clean, so fresh. I will turn it into a work of art, scarring the flesh and creating portraits. I will do it again and again, until I am satisfied that your flesh is complete. Complete with my beautiful work.
Seeing my art upon your skin; it drives me wild. I can’t help but take you afterward, take you as far as I can, and partake of your newly painted flesh. I will pierce the skin, then take it into my arms, carefully and lovingly.
You scream. You scream and you tense up, but don’t you know, that just makes me wilder? Hearing your cries of agony, as I pour my creativity over you, makes me want you that much more. I will take you now, now while the screams are only just dying in your throat. I will run my hands over my work and smile, because I have made you beautiful. You are not a person anymore, now you are a painting, filled with emotion and empathy, and it arouses me.
We are alone here, and no one is going to interrupt our fun. I have morphed your body to my liking and now I must take your body to my liking. I will thrust into you, and it will be sweet morbidity, fucking this canvas I have worked so tirelessly on. I am fucking art. The thought is enough to drive me to the highest sensations of pleasure.
Let me take you once more, your sweet, mutilated flesh. Let me run my hands over what I have done to you, let me pierce the skin more, I have not finished, let me use my agonizing paint again. Now you make me angry. You tell me to stop? You can’t say that. I have made you beautiful. I will see to it that you don’t say such things again.
I will punish you. I will hit you, again and again, marring the landscapes and portraits and designs I have made. I will take your bloodied body against mine and apologize; I will even apologize for hurting you. But what’s this? You can’t faint, my dear, the fun has just begun. But you have, you go limp in my arms and I look at your face and I laugh. No one lasts long enough for me to take my fill.