Siren - Part 1/2little_elfieJuly 18 2011, 00:21:01 UTC
Crimson and silver, she seemed to shimmer beneath his hands, her bare skin bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The graceful flare of her hip is like finely chiselled marble, smooth and cool to the touch, glistening with a bright sheen of sweat as, breath hitching slightly, she turns her head to the side, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck to him. Delicate blue veins flow beneath the tender flesh and her pulse flutters frantically beneath his lips, like the wings of a trapped bird.
Frollo's long, biting fingers are deceptively elegant and, as they encircle her fragile wrists, Ariel winces, numbly remembering how gentle his touch had been when they were first introduced, how composed and refined he had seemed as he stooped to press a modest, courteous kiss on her hand...no one - least of all herself, so powerless and naive in this strange new world - could have imagined that such an inferno of brutal desires secretly blazed within the Parisian ambassador
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Re: Siren - Part 1/2afterandalasiaJuly 18 2011, 06:44:05 UTC
Hrnghhhhh oh my god. This is just so poetic, so sensuous. It gives me those dirty little shivers down my spine. Your Frollo is, as always, wonderful, and your Ariel's muteness is played on delightfully.
Am I fangirling? Yes, yes, I think that I'm fangirling. Oh well. XD
Siren - Part 2/2little_elfieJuly 18 2011, 22:55:40 UTC
Lean and wiry, the Judge looms above her, his alabaster torso gleaming with perspiration. As he presses himself into her tight opening, the girl pants and gasps for breath, suffocating in the humid, close air and his stifling embrace. His silvery head is nestled between her quivering breasts and, blind in the darkness of the bedchamber, he reaches up to run a finger across her parted lips and the sweet curve of her downy cheek. She tosses her head nervously and Frollo chuckles, pewter-grey eyes gleaming with rapacious intention - her discomfort only serves to arouse him further and, with this in mind, he renews the assault upon her womanhood with such vigour that the sturdy, oak bed begins to shake and creak beneath them.
No...please...no more!
Ariel’s eyes are wide and tearful as she gazes up at him in silent plea. Her lips move frantically, struggling to form the desperate entreaties simmering in her throat - I don’t want this!His hands splay across her buttocks as he pushes her lower body upwards and slides deep into the
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Frollo's long, biting fingers are deceptively elegant and, as they encircle her fragile wrists, Ariel winces, numbly remembering how gentle his touch had been when they were first introduced, how composed and refined he had seemed as he stooped to press a modest, courteous kiss on her hand...no one - least of all herself, so powerless and naive in this strange new world - could have imagined that such an inferno of brutal desires secretly blazed within the Parisian ambassador ( ... )
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Am I fangirling? Yes, yes, I think that I'm fangirling. Oh well. XD
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No...please...no more!
Ariel’s eyes are wide and tearful as she gazes up at him in silent plea. Her lips move frantically, struggling to form the desperate entreaties simmering in her throat - I don’t want this!His hands splay across her buttocks as he pushes her lower body upwards and slides deep into the ( ... )
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Love the language and imagery you use, and the darkness that Ursula orchestrated the whole thing just to torture Ariel. Awesome fill!
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