Please, Don't kill me with.... Kinky Kinky Sex
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,773
Reviews:
2
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.
Please, Don't kill me.
(Author's Note: This is going to be a slash fiction. Male on male action. Don't like it? Well I am sorry to hear that and let me give you my condolances, but please no flames. There will also be some graphic scenes of torture. One character involved in the relationship is under the legal age. Enjoy!
Summery:Emil is your average, everyday demi-god. He is looking for a new mate, well after he gets done killing his current one. Opps, was that a severed head? Cool super powers that defy the laws of physics and a cute underage boy. Will he be able to tame the heart of this ancient super being?
Please, Don't kill me... with Kinky Kinky Sex
Prologue: Severed Head
The day my world ended was the day I woke up and my love was gone. I found the note on the table.
Dear Amil,
I know this probably isn't the way to tell you but I don't really want to tell you in person. I've met someone else and am moving in with them. Don't bother to look for me, because you won't be able to find me. I am taking all of my stuff and half of our savings account.
Goodbye,
Eileen
I shouldn't have been surprised at her leaving. She wasn't the brightest person in the world. She was self centered and often cruel. Her vanity was only eclipsed by her greed. She couldn't even spell my name yet I was married to the self-serving wench. My name was Emil. That wasn't even quite right. My true name was Aemilius but like many ancient Latin names, it had gone out of style. I had given up on using my real name, even before I stopped speaking Latin. Somehow it got changed to Aemilianus around the same time most of Rome men were into each other. Those were the times.
When I moved to Romania for a while it got shortened even further to Emilian. These days I just told everyone my name was Emil. If they asked, I just said I had strange parents. I was dreading picking out a new name. I had aliases but they all meant something. Replacing the name that had been given to me by my long deceased mother was worrisome.
Some people would have gotten drunk when the only person they ever loved or trusted left them. Some may have even have replaced the ones they longed for with every breath with substitutes. I was not one of those misguided souls. If those people had truly loved their mates with their very souls, they could not be so easily replaced or forgotten.
I crumpled the paper and let it drop to the ground. I would find the soul sucking bitch that had destroyed my heart. It didn't take long to pack what little was left in the apartment. I was well off so I could avoid working for many hundreds of years if I wanted to. Wealth came with living as long as I have. Time really had little meaning for one such as I. No matter how long it took I would find the whore and rip out her soul.
It was a quiet Saturday night when I found her. It had taken a lot of hard work but I had finally located my raven haired goddess. Now all I had to do was to sacrifice her on the blood alter to the gods. Many don't believe in the gods of old anymore. The gods had abandoned most people. For a sacrifice my life was renewed every fifty years. I still had enough sacrifices to last me a few millennium. I had seen some arrogant males of my species wait until the last minute and die. No, I was not one to risk the odds.
I hovered outside her second story apartment window. The harlot was wrapped around a man in his late twenties. The trollop had pledged herself to me. The only way to end a relationship with one of my kind was death. I had felt her betrayal every time she was with this soon to be dead corpse. There was no forgiveness for this act of treachery.
I fazed through the window to hover right in front of their bed. The word 'their' was acrid tasting in my mouth. My eyes blazed red. I killed the man quickly. I merely severed his head with my claws. I waited until the dripping blood finally woke up Eileen. She screamed as she woke up beside the headless corpse. I had not told her what I was but she soon would know. I could have given her immortality. I could have given her anything her heart desired but now all she would get is an early torturous death for her dishonor. I was merciful. I could have tortured the man as well. He would have deserved it as an adulterer but he had not incurred my anger and so I didn't think it fitting to waste it on him.
She looked at me with fear. It turned out to be one hell of a night.
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Looking for lots of reviews! They help me write better, c'mon!
Updating every saturday.
Next update will be on 5-26-07.Tomorrow
Note: This was a prologue, so it was only half the size of a normal chapter. Sorry I didn't mention that earlier!
Rate and Review or Emil will cut out a piece of you. Slowly.
Summery:Emil is your average, everyday demi-god. He is looking for a new mate, well after he gets done killing his current one. Opps, was that a severed head? Cool super powers that defy the laws of physics and a cute underage boy. Will he be able to tame the heart of this ancient super being?
Please, Don't kill me... with Kinky Kinky Sex
Prologue: Severed Head
The day my world ended was the day I woke up and my love was gone. I found the note on the table.
Dear Amil,
I know this probably isn't the way to tell you but I don't really want to tell you in person. I've met someone else and am moving in with them. Don't bother to look for me, because you won't be able to find me. I am taking all of my stuff and half of our savings account.
Goodbye,
Eileen
I shouldn't have been surprised at her leaving. She wasn't the brightest person in the world. She was self centered and often cruel. Her vanity was only eclipsed by her greed. She couldn't even spell my name yet I was married to the self-serving wench. My name was Emil. That wasn't even quite right. My true name was Aemilius but like many ancient Latin names, it had gone out of style. I had given up on using my real name, even before I stopped speaking Latin. Somehow it got changed to Aemilianus around the same time most of Rome men were into each other. Those were the times.
When I moved to Romania for a while it got shortened even further to Emilian. These days I just told everyone my name was Emil. If they asked, I just said I had strange parents. I was dreading picking out a new name. I had aliases but they all meant something. Replacing the name that had been given to me by my long deceased mother was worrisome.
Some people would have gotten drunk when the only person they ever loved or trusted left them. Some may have even have replaced the ones they longed for with every breath with substitutes. I was not one of those misguided souls. If those people had truly loved their mates with their very souls, they could not be so easily replaced or forgotten.
I crumpled the paper and let it drop to the ground. I would find the soul sucking bitch that had destroyed my heart. It didn't take long to pack what little was left in the apartment. I was well off so I could avoid working for many hundreds of years if I wanted to. Wealth came with living as long as I have. Time really had little meaning for one such as I. No matter how long it took I would find the whore and rip out her soul.
It was a quiet Saturday night when I found her. It had taken a lot of hard work but I had finally located my raven haired goddess. Now all I had to do was to sacrifice her on the blood alter to the gods. Many don't believe in the gods of old anymore. The gods had abandoned most people. For a sacrifice my life was renewed every fifty years. I still had enough sacrifices to last me a few millennium. I had seen some arrogant males of my species wait until the last minute and die. No, I was not one to risk the odds.
I hovered outside her second story apartment window. The harlot was wrapped around a man in his late twenties. The trollop had pledged herself to me. The only way to end a relationship with one of my kind was death. I had felt her betrayal every time she was with this soon to be dead corpse. There was no forgiveness for this act of treachery.
I fazed through the window to hover right in front of their bed. The word 'their' was acrid tasting in my mouth. My eyes blazed red. I killed the man quickly. I merely severed his head with my claws. I waited until the dripping blood finally woke up Eileen. She screamed as she woke up beside the headless corpse. I had not told her what I was but she soon would know. I could have given her immortality. I could have given her anything her heart desired but now all she would get is an early torturous death for her dishonor. I was merciful. I could have tortured the man as well. He would have deserved it as an adulterer but he had not incurred my anger and so I didn't think it fitting to waste it on him.
She looked at me with fear. It turned out to be one hell of a night.
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Looking for lots of reviews! They help me write better, c'mon!
Updating every saturday.
Next update will be on 5-26-07.Tomorrow
Note: This was a prologue, so it was only half the size of a normal chapter. Sorry I didn't mention that earlier!
Rate and Review or Emil will cut out a piece of you. Slowly.