Decadence
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Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,727
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Decadence
A/N: first attempt at adult writing. feedback is appreciated.
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The woman threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open, saliva dripping from her bottom lip. A cry wrenched itself from her throat as the grip in her hair tightened, starting a full body shudder moving down from the hand to her toes like a wave.
She gasped with ecstacy, eyelids fluttering at the sound of his voice rumbling through her body in low chuckles. The hand tightened against her scalp and she whimpered as he pulled her from where she knelt at his feet to a half standing position. Her knees buckled as her legs shook, supported only by the grip of his hand.
His lips brushed her ear, and he whispered, in a low, sensuous drawl, "now."
Her vision went white as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body convulsed violently with orgasm. He let go of her hair and she crumpled to the floor, body quivering with aftershocks as her body's reaction coated her inner thighs with cum.
He frowned, disappointed and unsatisfied.
He always craved more.
There was something wrong with him. He hungered for sex, for power, but the touch of his hand sent prospective partners over the edge. He satisied all and remained untouched, his aura of sexual gratification a barrier towards, truly, pleasing himself.
There was, of course, pleasure to be found in having power over others. But it seemed as if each time his lust grew, and the resistance of his partners decreased.
He scowled more sharply at the moaning wreck on the floor, anger at his aura, and at the woman spawled at his feet mingling with his lust.
He bent down and gripped her jaw in one hand before wrenching violently to meet his lips in a rough and demanding kiss. A pained whimper escaped as she went rigid against him before falling limp in unconsciouness, another wave of cum gushing between her legs.
He dropped her, disgusted.
Then, he had an epiphany. If he could condition someone to withstand his aura, or to have the stamina to last until his own satisfaction was achieved...
He would need someone young, moldable, naive enough not to question his power or the things he would ingrain within her, a virgin. Someone who would not be missed, like an orphan or runaway.
He needed them. And he would have them.
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The woman threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open, saliva dripping from her bottom lip. A cry wrenched itself from her throat as the grip in her hair tightened, starting a full body shudder moving down from the hand to her toes like a wave.
She gasped with ecstacy, eyelids fluttering at the sound of his voice rumbling through her body in low chuckles. The hand tightened against her scalp and she whimpered as he pulled her from where she knelt at his feet to a half standing position. Her knees buckled as her legs shook, supported only by the grip of his hand.
His lips brushed her ear, and he whispered, in a low, sensuous drawl, "now."
Her vision went white as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body convulsed violently with orgasm. He let go of her hair and she crumpled to the floor, body quivering with aftershocks as her body's reaction coated her inner thighs with cum.
He frowned, disappointed and unsatisfied.
He always craved more.
There was something wrong with him. He hungered for sex, for power, but the touch of his hand sent prospective partners over the edge. He satisied all and remained untouched, his aura of sexual gratification a barrier towards, truly, pleasing himself.
There was, of course, pleasure to be found in having power over others. But it seemed as if each time his lust grew, and the resistance of his partners decreased.
He scowled more sharply at the moaning wreck on the floor, anger at his aura, and at the woman spawled at his feet mingling with his lust.
He bent down and gripped her jaw in one hand before wrenching violently to meet his lips in a rough and demanding kiss. A pained whimper escaped as she went rigid against him before falling limp in unconsciouness, another wave of cum gushing between her legs.
He dropped her, disgusted.
Then, he had an epiphany. If he could condition someone to withstand his aura, or to have the stamina to last until his own satisfaction was achieved...
He would need someone young, moldable, naive enough not to question his power or the things he would ingrain within her, a virgin. Someone who would not be missed, like an orphan or runaway.
He needed them. And he would have them.