[bc] 016 - love and lust
“I know you want me, baby…”
Her hips ground hard against his, rolling with a slow, deliberate motion that got the desired response from his body, totally against his will. The plastic arms of his desk chair bore the brunt of his viselike grip as he sought out pain, discomfort, some sensation that would stop his cock from rising in response to the heat of the warm female body in his lap. The cheap plastic offered him no solace.
Her lips were warm and wet as she whispered in his ear. “I can feel how bad you want me. I can feel how hard you are…”
“No forgiveness…no mercy shown, you fucking bitch.” He spat hoarsely, shutting his eyes against the abomination of her face.
She rocked against him then, hard and hot. His body surged, but the sound that tore from his throat was one of pain. It hurt, the revulsion and hatred that burned in his blood.
“Face me, shaman…look on my face and just let go.” There was such promise in that soft, sweet voice. “I swear to you on all you hold sacred, it’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”
He knew it would be…Lust always was, cheap and fleeting. The betrayal of surrendering over all else, choosing base pleasure over the ideals and virtues of love, devotion, commitment…and that vile face that burned his eyes with its blankness, it’s untouchable planes and smooth surfaces. Filled with nothing, promising nothing, leaving him so completely empty that the agony was excruciating.
“I’ll kill you.”
“You can’t.” Another thrust against him. His jeans were too tight. “Say yes.”
“No.”
“I can make you come.”
“I can suck you dry.” He snarled back, and in that moment felt it. A dark connection of energy, light to dark and lust to love. An endless cycle of one poison feeding another, but in that moment he knew that if he concentrated, he could take it all. He could take her energy into himself and end her at the cost of his own life, and he felt peace in that thought.
And at long last, he softened under the perfect, willing female body with no face that held him prisoner.
Lust stood up, humming with sexual tension and a black fury that made his stomach lurch in protest. “You’re a fool.”
“Avatar. Acolyte. Shaman. Human.” He gasped in reply, narrowing his gaze at her as he got to his feet with some difficulty. “Many names, many things…but a fool? Not this time.”
She was gone in a breath, absent as he drew his first cool, clear taste of oxygen since the stranger had walked into his office and left him frozen in his seat, praying for rescue of some kind. He’d never faced a Face of the Darkness so closely, and he never wanted to again.
He felt weak with corruption, filthy and violated by the animal way his own body had betrayed him.
It had been so miserably primal he hadn’t even been able to think of his mistress, the new master of his soul.
And as the image of that sweet face and soft, perfect form filled his spirit, he fell to his knees and doubled over, using magic to lock the door and test the blinds, make sure they were drawn…and prayed as he vomited into his wastebasket.
Sweet goddess, shelter me in your soft darkness…Hekate, hear my prayer…
Muse: Dog Carter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 576
Her hips ground hard against his, rolling with a slow, deliberate motion that got the desired response from his body, totally against his will. The plastic arms of his desk chair bore the brunt of his viselike grip as he sought out pain, discomfort, some sensation that would stop his cock from rising in response to the heat of the warm female body in his lap. The cheap plastic offered him no solace.
Her lips were warm and wet as she whispered in his ear. “I can feel how bad you want me. I can feel how hard you are…”
“No forgiveness…no mercy shown, you fucking bitch.” He spat hoarsely, shutting his eyes against the abomination of her face.
She rocked against him then, hard and hot. His body surged, but the sound that tore from his throat was one of pain. It hurt, the revulsion and hatred that burned in his blood.
“Face me, shaman…look on my face and just let go.” There was such promise in that soft, sweet voice. “I swear to you on all you hold sacred, it’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”
He knew it would be…Lust always was, cheap and fleeting. The betrayal of surrendering over all else, choosing base pleasure over the ideals and virtues of love, devotion, commitment…and that vile face that burned his eyes with its blankness, it’s untouchable planes and smooth surfaces. Filled with nothing, promising nothing, leaving him so completely empty that the agony was excruciating.
“I’ll kill you.”
“You can’t.” Another thrust against him. His jeans were too tight. “Say yes.”
“No.”
“I can make you come.”
“I can suck you dry.” He snarled back, and in that moment felt it. A dark connection of energy, light to dark and lust to love. An endless cycle of one poison feeding another, but in that moment he knew that if he concentrated, he could take it all. He could take her energy into himself and end her at the cost of his own life, and he felt peace in that thought.
And at long last, he softened under the perfect, willing female body with no face that held him prisoner.
Lust stood up, humming with sexual tension and a black fury that made his stomach lurch in protest. “You’re a fool.”
“Avatar. Acolyte. Shaman. Human.” He gasped in reply, narrowing his gaze at her as he got to his feet with some difficulty. “Many names, many things…but a fool? Not this time.”
She was gone in a breath, absent as he drew his first cool, clear taste of oxygen since the stranger had walked into his office and left him frozen in his seat, praying for rescue of some kind. He’d never faced a Face of the Darkness so closely, and he never wanted to again.
He felt weak with corruption, filthy and violated by the animal way his own body had betrayed him.
It had been so miserably primal he hadn’t even been able to think of his mistress, the new master of his soul.
And as the image of that sweet face and soft, perfect form filled his spirit, he fell to his knees and doubled over, using magic to lock the door and test the blinds, make sure they were drawn…and prayed as he vomited into his wastebasket.
Sweet goddess, shelter me in your soft darkness…Hekate, hear my prayer…
Muse: Dog Carter
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 576