You asked many classmates to pinch, slap, and poke and punch any vital part of your body where reality could finally slap you across the face as your principal announced that your current art teacher had resigned and that a new teacher will be working there from now on.
But wait, why let others harm you for such a vague announcement?
“You’ve got to be shittin’ me…”
Because, this new teacher was no ordinary goof or loser that faked a smile and faked praises for your stick figure drawings and simple swipes of a paintbrush ‘artwork’. No; this new teacher was straightforward, blunt—heartless, per say—and not afraid to make you sulk; even if it meant growing mushrooms in the corner…
“He smells like blooming rose petals, ne?”
…but wait, that’s not the reason why you were catching flies with a blank canvas standing before you. Again, no; this teacher was attractive, stylish, graceful, flawless and worst of all, the one who’d thumped your beating heart to your skull.
He had pale skin that glinted his cheek whenever he looked over his shoulder; perfect set of polish hair that parted in many ways attractive—especially the single strand that fell between his face, causing many swoons whenever he brushed it aside with a single digit—and last, but not least, his mysterious glances controlled by uniquely hued orbs hiding underneath blinking lashes that practically sniped an arrow through your forehead whenever he blinked your way.
And now, his stride was something else; such gallant steps towards you were like hearing the Hallelujah chorus.
“_____, is there a specific excuse for your canvas to be blank?”
Oh, the soft vocals behind that tongue of his specifically had you blankly staring as you slowly gazed up from the torture of daydreaming. It took several ‘double shot’ glances to believe he was actually directing a question to you. Alas! His body language of a single head tilt answered your mental question of desperation!
“U-uh—I didn’t understand…the lesson…?” you leeringly answered, scratching the back of your sweaty head, and let out a goofy giggle that would probably have you wanting to smash your head against the wall.
Sebastian pushed up those glasses, of which you assumed he didn’t need, and huffed a deep, hopeless sigh before bending to your level; taking your hand with the paintbrush, he danced the brush in many ways possible to create a perfect work of art in a matter of swipes.
“You’re creating imagination with space, texture, shape and…-
Oh dear God.
He was holding your hand, fingers between your knuckles as his palm pressed with the back of your hand, a manner that had you shivering with gasps as you made eye contact with his red-orange hues.
Now that, those eyes, is what I would yearn to sketch even if it takes me days…and then keep it under my pillow.
He stands erect now, crosses his arms over his chest. “Was that understandable, or do I have to repeat myself…?”
No, I was too busy staring at your lips you sexy mofo’.
“Uh…-huh…?” you nod with half parted lips and he returned a teasing smirk before stalking off to critique on someone else’s painting.
Ears drummed in anxiety from that damned organ.
“Whoah…I thought Michaelis-Sensei would slap you upside the head for not working. Lucky you ______-san!” the blonde sitting next to you, named Finny, chimed as he rubbed his cheek where Sebastian had used his glove to slap with for mistaking a circle with a square.
You giggled at his goofy smile. “I held my breath too.”
Lies. I summoned in on purpose~
~…~
The sound of the bell had never startled you the way it had now; even the paint on the holder had been knocked to the ground by a sudden jolt of your knee.
“Ooops.”
Sebastian halts his pen and gazes at the mess made on the (former) perfectly polished tile. “And I assume you’ll be accompanying me for an extra hour cleaning that up?”
You stared at him for a long moment, letting your classmates bump your shoulder as they exited the room—some mouthing ‘good luck’ and some girls glaring for your strike of luck—and at the corner of your lips, an invisible Cheshire grin spread while an apologetic smile coated it.
You slightly bent at the waist for a respectful bow and hands hugged together in honesty.
“Yes, Seb-I mean Michaelis-Sensei.”
Sebastian stares at your form for a moment before standing to pace forwards, slowly taking his glasses off and cups the tip of your chin to lock [E/C] eyes with deviant orbs that complimented the smirk on his lips that foreshadowed lust.
Because it was understandable by Sebastian that mistakes are only normal to human beings.
Friday, December 31, 2010
❃Just one Forbidden Touch❃Byakuran
[Name] woke up to find her body elevated: wrists, ankles and neck pulsing from the glistening wires that pressed her against the cold wall. She blinked repeatedly to get a clear view of a familiar room and began to squirm until she hopelessly sighed. Apparently she had done something wrong to be pinned up on a wall, which was stained by her blood from previous ‘punishments’, and with sharp wire slicing her skin open with any slight movement.
However, the number of ‘punishments’ seemed to be weirdly increasing (sometimes even twice a day) that some options ran through her crazed mind.
But Byakuran was no kind of man on tagging a relationship as ‘serious’ or ‘concrete’. Much more fun it was for him to call love a fragile game, considering how much blood and tears [Name] spilled; while he only amusingly laughed, playing with her nerves like a child entertained by its doll or plastic race car toy.
Suddenly a ray of light burns her eyes and squints to make out a familiar silhouette that swarmed butterflies at the pit of her belly, until it spoke up. “[Name]-chan~.”
Shit…
[Name] trembled at Byakuran’s husky calling as he approached her, an innocent smile spreading his lips; saying her name was just as pleasurable as touching her trembling and delicate body. She humbly yelped to the sharp at the instep of her ankle and shot Byakuran a piercing glare, terror filling her [E/C] irises.
“[Name]-chan, you know what you’re here, right?”
Was it because you simply love to see me stained in blood…?
His long fingers traced her messy hairline, down to caressing her flushed cheek (swirling his finger along the side of her face) and cupped her moist chin up for her cold gaze to lock into his teasing purple eyes. She flinched, a gasp swept her quivering lips as the wire at her neck tightened, coiling more beads of blood trail down her chest and panted for air.
“Byakuran-sama…” she weakly sighed out, letting her head drop as Byakuran licked the blood that tainted her skin. Biting back an itching moan, [Name] tightly bit down her lower lip, unknowingly slicing her skin open and let the unnoticed blood trickle down her chin only to capture her master’s attention.
“Oh? Looky here~”
Byakuran chuckles as his finger tilted her chin to watch the red liquid slowly slide down the side of her neck and thus formed that playful smirk that made [Name] swallow the lump in her throat.
His lips leaned in to whisper at her ear. “You seem to be hiding pleasure, [Name]-chan~”.
Not like you deserve it.
The wire at her throat sliced yet another skin layer and she screams in agony, panting out words of a beggar. Byakuran grabs the back of her head, pulling her in to roughly meet his lips and [Name] couldn’t do as much but to kiss back as his tongue forced through her lips, knowingly to be an automatic order.
[Name] had no idea that the more she bit back hints of pleasure, the more Byakuran tempted to tease.
His hands sneak under her shirt, smirking to hear her gasp as his hands reached her breasts and slowly pulls away smiling; chuckling to notice the thread of saliva running down the edge of her mouth, his hands grip at her hips (her face scrunched to hide the pleasure) and presses his body to hers (her expression scowled to the tingling feelings at her lower half).
She whimpered out at the sudden warm breath at her neck and twitched her hands only to whine from the sudden sharpening slicing pain at her wrists. Byakuran begins to feel this addicting teasing frenzy, smirking lips widened to the mixing emotions swelling on her face and begins to bite the skin of her neck this time, slowly trailing nipping down her goose bump textured chest.
It was then, [Name] had enough. The loss of blood was taking over her instincts that her mentality was losing control.
“Bya-Byakuran-sama…rele-release me…please…” her voice weakly croaks out (regret slapped the back of her mind to hear his poisoning laugh) and he grabs her chin, forcing her lips to purse out as he glared at her weak expression.
“My cute little [Name]-chan~ has she repented against her sin?”
Mental growl. I will regret this…
She weakly picks up her gaze and nods, a weak smile on her lips. “I regret… whatever I have done… to cause vengeance against me, Byakuran-sama…”
Though I have no fuckin’ idea what I did…
Slowly, her vision weakened and began to see hallucinations of multiple white haired tyrants leaning in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before turning to the wired body parts.
After that, she felt her body slam the ground and wheezed out air to pant in air, coughing in the process. Her face is then picked up by a couple of cold hands to stare into multiple blurry purple hues, and her body reacts by sitting up on her knees.
“It seems [Name]-chan is tired, hmm?”
His voice echoed, like multiple tones bouncing against the walls and [Name] nods her head, [H/C] stray hairs falling in front of her face and swept away by his hand.
Her forehead is kissed by his lips before Byakuran pulls [Name] into his chest. “Well then, rest my beloved pet.”
It was then that [Name]’s attention was drawn with the utter feeling of drumming against her ear; the beating of a heart.
Is that…your heart?
Her eyes slightly parted opened as the drumming picked up its pace, beating faster once Byakuran tightened his grasp around her shoulders.
Impossible. Love’s nothing but a game to you.
Byakuran pressed his cheek against her head, a smile on his lips and whispered words at her ear once [Name] fell into a deep slumber.
“Silly [Name]-chan~”
Your punishment…
He strokes her swollen lips with the tip of his thumb. “Stupid, naïve and adorable child.”
was because…
He smiled at her sleeping expression (noticing the peaceful nature) and kissed her cheek before pulling her tighter to have her temple buried in his neck.
…I fell in love with you.
However, the number of ‘punishments’ seemed to be weirdly increasing (sometimes even twice a day) that some options ran through her crazed mind.
But Byakuran was no kind of man on tagging a relationship as ‘serious’ or ‘concrete’. Much more fun it was for him to call love a fragile game, considering how much blood and tears [Name] spilled; while he only amusingly laughed, playing with her nerves like a child entertained by its doll or plastic race car toy.
Suddenly a ray of light burns her eyes and squints to make out a familiar silhouette that swarmed butterflies at the pit of her belly, until it spoke up. “[Name]-chan~.”
Shit…
[Name] trembled at Byakuran’s husky calling as he approached her, an innocent smile spreading his lips; saying her name was just as pleasurable as touching her trembling and delicate body. She humbly yelped to the sharp at the instep of her ankle and shot Byakuran a piercing glare, terror filling her [E/C] irises.
“[Name]-chan, you know what you’re here, right?”
Was it because you simply love to see me stained in blood…?
His long fingers traced her messy hairline, down to caressing her flushed cheek (swirling his finger along the side of her face) and cupped her moist chin up for her cold gaze to lock into his teasing purple eyes. She flinched, a gasp swept her quivering lips as the wire at her neck tightened, coiling more beads of blood trail down her chest and panted for air.
“Byakuran-sama…” she weakly sighed out, letting her head drop as Byakuran licked the blood that tainted her skin. Biting back an itching moan, [Name] tightly bit down her lower lip, unknowingly slicing her skin open and let the unnoticed blood trickle down her chin only to capture her master’s attention.
“Oh? Looky here~”
Byakuran chuckles as his finger tilted her chin to watch the red liquid slowly slide down the side of her neck and thus formed that playful smirk that made [Name] swallow the lump in her throat.
His lips leaned in to whisper at her ear. “You seem to be hiding pleasure, [Name]-chan~”.
Not like you deserve it.
The wire at her throat sliced yet another skin layer and she screams in agony, panting out words of a beggar. Byakuran grabs the back of her head, pulling her in to roughly meet his lips and [Name] couldn’t do as much but to kiss back as his tongue forced through her lips, knowingly to be an automatic order.
[Name] had no idea that the more she bit back hints of pleasure, the more Byakuran tempted to tease.
His hands sneak under her shirt, smirking to hear her gasp as his hands reached her breasts and slowly pulls away smiling; chuckling to notice the thread of saliva running down the edge of her mouth, his hands grip at her hips (her face scrunched to hide the pleasure) and presses his body to hers (her expression scowled to the tingling feelings at her lower half).
She whimpered out at the sudden warm breath at her neck and twitched her hands only to whine from the sudden sharpening slicing pain at her wrists. Byakuran begins to feel this addicting teasing frenzy, smirking lips widened to the mixing emotions swelling on her face and begins to bite the skin of her neck this time, slowly trailing nipping down her goose bump textured chest.
It was then, [Name] had enough. The loss of blood was taking over her instincts that her mentality was losing control.
“Bya-Byakuran-sama…rele-release me…please…” her voice weakly croaks out (regret slapped the back of her mind to hear his poisoning laugh) and he grabs her chin, forcing her lips to purse out as he glared at her weak expression.
“My cute little [Name]-chan~ has she repented against her sin?”
Mental growl. I will regret this…
She weakly picks up her gaze and nods, a weak smile on her lips. “I regret… whatever I have done… to cause vengeance against me, Byakuran-sama…”
Though I have no fuckin’ idea what I did…
Slowly, her vision weakened and began to see hallucinations of multiple white haired tyrants leaning in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before turning to the wired body parts.
After that, she felt her body slam the ground and wheezed out air to pant in air, coughing in the process. Her face is then picked up by a couple of cold hands to stare into multiple blurry purple hues, and her body reacts by sitting up on her knees.
“It seems [Name]-chan is tired, hmm?”
His voice echoed, like multiple tones bouncing against the walls and [Name] nods her head, [H/C] stray hairs falling in front of her face and swept away by his hand.
Her forehead is kissed by his lips before Byakuran pulls [Name] into his chest. “Well then, rest my beloved pet.”
It was then that [Name]’s attention was drawn with the utter feeling of drumming against her ear; the beating of a heart.
Is that…your heart?
Her eyes slightly parted opened as the drumming picked up its pace, beating faster once Byakuran tightened his grasp around her shoulders.
Impossible. Love’s nothing but a game to you.
Byakuran pressed his cheek against her head, a smile on his lips and whispered words at her ear once [Name] fell into a deep slumber.
“Silly [Name]-chan~”
Your punishment…
He strokes her swollen lips with the tip of his thumb. “Stupid, naïve and adorable child.”
was because…
He smiled at her sleeping expression (noticing the peaceful nature) and kissed her cheek before pulling her tighter to have her temple buried in his neck.
…I fell in love with you.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
~*☺Naughty Confectionaries☻ {Break Lemon for QueenOfRandomExplosions*~
“Oz! Will you please try to remember to wipe your feet before you come in? I just got through mopping the floors!” you said with a hint of annoyance in your voice.
“Ah! Sorry Kat!” said the young blonde as he scampered away.
“Meh”, you said to yourself
You heard the main door open and close and saw that it was Gilbert, who had come back from the marketplace.
***~~~***~~~2 HOURS EARLIER~~~***~~~***
“Hey Gilbert, do you think you can pick up about 3 yams while you’re at the marketplace?” you asked him nicely
“Yeah sure thing”, he responded a little absentmindedly
***~~~***~~~PRESENTLY~~~***~~~***~~~***
“So Gilbert, did you get those yams I asked for?”
“Yams? What yams?” he questioned as he looked at you in confusion
You could feel that vein in the upper part of your temple begin to twitch.
“The yams I asked you to bring me. You know the ones for Lady Sharon’s dinner party tonight?! The ones I asked for TWO HOURS AGO?!”
“I’m sorry, but you never asked for any yams.” Gil said with such assurance that the vein in your temple began to pulse even more prominently,” I did bring home a few sticks of celery though!”, he said with a smile.
You glared at him through a twitching smile,” Celery. Excellent. Well,” you took a calming breath,” I tell you what, I’ll take the celery and you take Rowland for a walk.”
“R-r-r-r-r-ROWLAND?! WHY?!”
You scooped up the fat cat in your arms and handed him over to Gil. Immediately the cat began to growl.
“Because, he’s been trapped inside all day. The least you could do is take him out for about, oh, 45 minutes?”
“The least I can do? What the-?!” said a scared-shitless Gilbert as you pushed him outside
“Go on now”, as soon as you shut the heavy oak door, you heard Gilbert scream and Rowland growling more aggressively.
You huffed as you went into the kitchen, sat on the counter and opened up a pixie stick.
“So, how are you doing?” asked a familiar voice from under the counter.
“Oh, not so well”, you admitted, “Lady Sharon’s party is in two hours and I haven’t got anything to make for it”.
The stress started to get to you and you began to panic a little bit. In the next room over your heard commotion from other housemaids and what sounded like Oz trying to help. A few seconds later you heard dishes breaking.
“AHHHHHHH!!!” your skin became as white as a sheet as your hands flew to your cheeks and your eyes were white orbs of terror.
You were about to rush into the room when a hand grabbed your arm.
Break emerged from beneath the central counter as he walked over to you.
“It’s ok Kat, there are spares in the cabinet”, he said smoothly
“Y-yeah but the…and the people…a-and Lady Sharon-!”
He placed a gloved finger to your lips, “Shhhhh, it will all work out in the end.”
“How can you be so sure?! Those plates in there were specifically chosen because they have no chemical compounds! What if one of the guests is allergic to the chemicals in the spare plates?! Then Lady Sharon’s reputation will be ruined! She could be tried for murder, and then she’ll go to jail and then what? Oh god! Then she’ll no longer be Lady Sharon, no, she’ll become a fine woman named Chuck!!” you said through strained breaths.
Break looked at you with a raised eyebrow as his amused eye was searching yours.
“I think you and I should take a walk”, he said suddenly as he took your arm and led you outside;” want a piece of candy?”
“Sure!” you eagerly popped it in your mouth,”uh, wait. Going outside might be a bad idea.”, you remembered suddenly the image of Gilbert’s scratched face crying at the window pane, and you laughing in his face before closing the curtains.
Break asked no questions but instead said,”Alright then, would Milady like me to help her in the kitchen then?”
“Actually, that would be nice”
He led you back into the kitchen and began to take out bowls and various ingredients.
He started placing veggies into a bowl while you began working on the pie.
Everything was running smoothly for about twenty minutes until you glanced at the grandfather clock.
“Holy crap! Only 35 minutes until the guests arrive!” you thought
You went into double-speed; mixing so fast that most of the pie batter was splattering on the walls, and worse, the damn dough wasn’t rising!
You felt a presence behind you and realized it was Break. He steadied you with one hand and used his other hand to place it over the hand you were using to whisk.
“Your mixing much too harshly for this dough to do anything”, he gently chastised” the trick is to slowly follow the direction of the dough, while at the same time, being firm and whipping it until it has enough air to rise”
You could feel his sweet breath at the nape of your neck; softly brushing past the baby hairs. His chest was so close to your back that your could feel his body pulses through the thin material of your uniform. Your heart was pounding and you could feel your cheeks heat up.
“R-right then. Um, you take care of this and I’ll notify Lady Sharon of the time”, you said nervously as you tried to leave.
“Um Kat?” Break said
“Yes?”
“You have sugar all over you face”
“Oh dear!” you hurried to a drawer, picked out a dish cloth and ran it under warm water.
You then proceeded to rub it all over your face (apparently missing all the sugar because you could still feel it scratching)
“Here, let me help” said Break
He came over to your face; closing the distance to the point that you could see tiny flecks of maroon within his blood-red eye.
He placed his elegant hands on your cheeks and began to gently lick the sugar off of your face. You stiffened up at first but then relaxed a little after you convinced yourself that he was only helping you to calm down, that and the fact that this man ate so much sugar, he crapped out gumballs. You had to admit though, you kinda liked it.
“There I think that’s all of it”, said a satisfied Break
“Oh. Are you sure? I think you missed a spot
“Really?! Where?” he said confused
“Uh, right here!” you pointed to your collar bone
“You got sugar all over yourself didn’t you?” he said amused as he licked the part of your neck,” Did I get it?”
“No, I think you’re going to fast, try a little slower”, you ventured
“Alright”, he had a seductive tone to his voice.
His soft tongue trailed its way along your shoulder bones, explored the valley in between your neck bones, and slowly slid its way up the middle of your neck; rolling over your jugular in the process.
Slowly, he made his way over your chin and found his way inside your mouth. He sucked you into a passionate kiss before pulling away and saying,” Did I get it all yet?”
“Nope”, you replied
“How can that be?! I’ve licked every inched of your skin!” he said bewildered
“Not every inch”, you said as you took the sugar bag and poured it down your shirt
“Tsk, tsk; such a messy maid, this will never do”, he said lowly
You were thrown onto the counter as he ripped the collar off of your blouse; leaving you with nothing except your corset on. Again, he began to tenderly lick the tiny granules of sugar away from your skin except this time he trailed downwards; tongue sliding and rolling over the hills of your breasts. You grabbed his white hair in your fists and shoved him further down your chest, forcing the laces to become undone.
“My, my persistent aren’t we?” Break said as he looked at you with passion,” surely not the type of behavior one would expect from a lady”
Suddenly he tore the corset from your body, pinned your arms behind your back and bent him self on top of you.
Both of you were atop the counter; legs and arms intertwining all the while knocking bowls and utensils to the floor.
Your hands greedily ran along his back, feeling each muscle ripple with power. You ran your hands to his lower tailbone; prodding it with a manicured nail.
“If you’ll allow me Milady”, he purred and you gasped as he suddenly dipped into you; forcing your insides upwards and then pulling them back down.
Moving at a nice pace, the two of you took turns being on top all the while staying connected inside one another.
**DING! **
The oven timer went off.
The two of you stopped and glared at the stupid contraption.
“Well, I suppose the roast is done now. What do you think?” Break said with a tinge of dismay
“Yes, I agree. I suppose it’s time to get ready for the guests”
In a matter of moments, the two of you were fully dressed and ready to serve. Almost instantly guests began arriving, and before leaving to set the table Break smacked your behind with a heavy hand. You turned around stunned and looked at him questioningly.
“Save me a piece of that pie will ya?” he said with a wink and walked to greet the new coming guests.
“Ah! Sorry Kat!” said the young blonde as he scampered away.
“Meh”, you said to yourself
You heard the main door open and close and saw that it was Gilbert, who had come back from the marketplace.
***~~~***~~~2 HOURS EARLIER~~~***~~~***
“Hey Gilbert, do you think you can pick up about 3 yams while you’re at the marketplace?” you asked him nicely
“Yeah sure thing”, he responded a little absentmindedly
***~~~***~~~PRESENTLY~~~***~~~***~~~***
“So Gilbert, did you get those yams I asked for?”
“Yams? What yams?” he questioned as he looked at you in confusion
You could feel that vein in the upper part of your temple begin to twitch.
“The yams I asked you to bring me. You know the ones for Lady Sharon’s dinner party tonight?! The ones I asked for TWO HOURS AGO?!”
“I’m sorry, but you never asked for any yams.” Gil said with such assurance that the vein in your temple began to pulse even more prominently,” I did bring home a few sticks of celery though!”, he said with a smile.
You glared at him through a twitching smile,” Celery. Excellent. Well,” you took a calming breath,” I tell you what, I’ll take the celery and you take Rowland for a walk.”
“R-r-r-r-r-ROWLAND?! WHY?!”
You scooped up the fat cat in your arms and handed him over to Gil. Immediately the cat began to growl.
“Because, he’s been trapped inside all day. The least you could do is take him out for about, oh, 45 minutes?”
“The least I can do? What the-?!” said a scared-shitless Gilbert as you pushed him outside
“Go on now”, as soon as you shut the heavy oak door, you heard Gilbert scream and Rowland growling more aggressively.
You huffed as you went into the kitchen, sat on the counter and opened up a pixie stick.
“So, how are you doing?” asked a familiar voice from under the counter.
“Oh, not so well”, you admitted, “Lady Sharon’s party is in two hours and I haven’t got anything to make for it”.
The stress started to get to you and you began to panic a little bit. In the next room over your heard commotion from other housemaids and what sounded like Oz trying to help. A few seconds later you heard dishes breaking.
“AHHHHHHH!!!” your skin became as white as a sheet as your hands flew to your cheeks and your eyes were white orbs of terror.
You were about to rush into the room when a hand grabbed your arm.
Break emerged from beneath the central counter as he walked over to you.
“It’s ok Kat, there are spares in the cabinet”, he said smoothly
“Y-yeah but the…and the people…a-and Lady Sharon-!”
He placed a gloved finger to your lips, “Shhhhh, it will all work out in the end.”
“How can you be so sure?! Those plates in there were specifically chosen because they have no chemical compounds! What if one of the guests is allergic to the chemicals in the spare plates?! Then Lady Sharon’s reputation will be ruined! She could be tried for murder, and then she’ll go to jail and then what? Oh god! Then she’ll no longer be Lady Sharon, no, she’ll become a fine woman named Chuck!!” you said through strained breaths.
Break looked at you with a raised eyebrow as his amused eye was searching yours.
“I think you and I should take a walk”, he said suddenly as he took your arm and led you outside;” want a piece of candy?”
“Sure!” you eagerly popped it in your mouth,”uh, wait. Going outside might be a bad idea.”, you remembered suddenly the image of Gilbert’s scratched face crying at the window pane, and you laughing in his face before closing the curtains.
Break asked no questions but instead said,”Alright then, would Milady like me to help her in the kitchen then?”
“Actually, that would be nice”
He led you back into the kitchen and began to take out bowls and various ingredients.
He started placing veggies into a bowl while you began working on the pie.
Everything was running smoothly for about twenty minutes until you glanced at the grandfather clock.
“Holy crap! Only 35 minutes until the guests arrive!” you thought
You went into double-speed; mixing so fast that most of the pie batter was splattering on the walls, and worse, the damn dough wasn’t rising!
You felt a presence behind you and realized it was Break. He steadied you with one hand and used his other hand to place it over the hand you were using to whisk.
“Your mixing much too harshly for this dough to do anything”, he gently chastised” the trick is to slowly follow the direction of the dough, while at the same time, being firm and whipping it until it has enough air to rise”
You could feel his sweet breath at the nape of your neck; softly brushing past the baby hairs. His chest was so close to your back that your could feel his body pulses through the thin material of your uniform. Your heart was pounding and you could feel your cheeks heat up.
“R-right then. Um, you take care of this and I’ll notify Lady Sharon of the time”, you said nervously as you tried to leave.
“Um Kat?” Break said
“Yes?”
“You have sugar all over you face”
“Oh dear!” you hurried to a drawer, picked out a dish cloth and ran it under warm water.
You then proceeded to rub it all over your face (apparently missing all the sugar because you could still feel it scratching)
“Here, let me help” said Break
He came over to your face; closing the distance to the point that you could see tiny flecks of maroon within his blood-red eye.
He placed his elegant hands on your cheeks and began to gently lick the sugar off of your face. You stiffened up at first but then relaxed a little after you convinced yourself that he was only helping you to calm down, that and the fact that this man ate so much sugar, he crapped out gumballs. You had to admit though, you kinda liked it.
“There I think that’s all of it”, said a satisfied Break
“Oh. Are you sure? I think you missed a spot
“Really?! Where?” he said confused
“Uh, right here!” you pointed to your collar bone
“You got sugar all over yourself didn’t you?” he said amused as he licked the part of your neck,” Did I get it?”
“No, I think you’re going to fast, try a little slower”, you ventured
“Alright”, he had a seductive tone to his voice.
His soft tongue trailed its way along your shoulder bones, explored the valley in between your neck bones, and slowly slid its way up the middle of your neck; rolling over your jugular in the process.
Slowly, he made his way over your chin and found his way inside your mouth. He sucked you into a passionate kiss before pulling away and saying,” Did I get it all yet?”
“Nope”, you replied
“How can that be?! I’ve licked every inched of your skin!” he said bewildered
“Not every inch”, you said as you took the sugar bag and poured it down your shirt
“Tsk, tsk; such a messy maid, this will never do”, he said lowly
You were thrown onto the counter as he ripped the collar off of your blouse; leaving you with nothing except your corset on. Again, he began to tenderly lick the tiny granules of sugar away from your skin except this time he trailed downwards; tongue sliding and rolling over the hills of your breasts. You grabbed his white hair in your fists and shoved him further down your chest, forcing the laces to become undone.
“My, my persistent aren’t we?” Break said as he looked at you with passion,” surely not the type of behavior one would expect from a lady”
Suddenly he tore the corset from your body, pinned your arms behind your back and bent him self on top of you.
Both of you were atop the counter; legs and arms intertwining all the while knocking bowls and utensils to the floor.
Your hands greedily ran along his back, feeling each muscle ripple with power. You ran your hands to his lower tailbone; prodding it with a manicured nail.
“If you’ll allow me Milady”, he purred and you gasped as he suddenly dipped into you; forcing your insides upwards and then pulling them back down.
Moving at a nice pace, the two of you took turns being on top all the while staying connected inside one another.
**DING! **
The oven timer went off.
The two of you stopped and glared at the stupid contraption.
“Well, I suppose the roast is done now. What do you think?” Break said with a tinge of dismay
“Yes, I agree. I suppose it’s time to get ready for the guests”
In a matter of moments, the two of you were fully dressed and ready to serve. Almost instantly guests began arriving, and before leaving to set the table Break smacked your behind with a heavy hand. You turned around stunned and looked at him questioningly.
“Save me a piece of that pie will ya?” he said with a wink and walked to greet the new coming guests.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
❤Strip Poker❤ {KHR!} Belphegor Lemon
Xanxus and Squalo were quite new to poker, so they weren't as good, but they knew the rules, even though Xanxus broke some of those rules to save his is pride. Their lack of clothes weren't bothering you in the slightest bit, you actually enjoyed the free view of the best looking members in Varia.
You had managed to talk most members into your game of poker. Viper wouldn’t play, he knew you to well. As the purple haired baby watched your game continue. Smirking to yourself, you looked at Bel. It was actually a challenge to read is motives, due to all the hair in his face, covering his eyes. That’s what had thrown you off…
Squalo began to yell out excuses, while Xanxus sat at the table glaring at Squalo, but with no avail, Squalo had yet to see the glare of his leader, earning a shot glass to be chucked at him with great force. You heard Xanxus mumble along the lines of ‘trash‘ and ‘scum‘ as he grabbed another card.
The game started to heat up as each of them slowly had the shed of some clothes, the end was nearing, and they all knew it.
You only had you bra and panties on. Bel was sure surprised to find himself in only his crown(Tiara XD) on and his boxers, but the rest of his daily clothes were discarded.
You had managed to talk most members into your game of poker. Viper wouldn’t play, he knew you to well. As the purple haired baby watched your game continue. Smirking to yourself, you looked at Bel. It was actually a challenge to read is motives, due to all the hair in his face, covering his eyes. That’s what had thrown you off…
Squalo began to yell out excuses, while Xanxus sat at the table glaring at Squalo, but with no avail, Squalo had yet to see the glare of his leader, earning a shot glass to be chucked at him with great force. You heard Xanxus mumble along the lines of ‘trash‘ and ‘scum‘ as he grabbed another card.
The game started to heat up as each of them slowly had the shed of some clothes, the end was nearing, and they all knew it.
You only had you bra and panties on. Bel was sure surprised to find himself in only his crown(Tiara XD) on and his boxers, but the rest of his daily clothes were discarded.
Much to your pleasure.
"Ushishi~, Yukai, you lost again, drop one of your garments~." Bel said though his laughter, inside his perverted mind; it was showing him the wonders of what might happen after the match…
You sighed, taking off your panties very quickly and crossing your legs so no one could see that 'area', much to Bel’s disappointment, but he wouldn't let that bother him, or show on the outside.
Like hell he’d give you the pleasure of knowing what you had turned him into.
Besides, there was no way you could win…he grinned maliciously causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end, while shivers went down your spine.
Bel didn't like all the distractions and went straight with it. He was already so close to winning, so he might as well win and get it over with.
~For a prince always wins~
"Ushishi, your hand?"
You looked at your cards; ten of hearts, ten of spades, ten of clubs, ten of diamonds, one queen of hearts…okay so, four of a kind, shit! You bet that Bel's hand was better, due to the large grin on his face.
Seeing his creepy smile caused you to have an involuntary eye twitch.
Bastard.
"Four of a kind?" Your voice was a little shaky, if he did win… You shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts.
Bel smirked, "Royal Flush."
"Last garment off, Peasant. You lose, I win." Bel confirmed proudly, he had won again. He had never lost a game before, and that still continued to live that way.
Sure, even with his ‘Royal’ attitude, you couldn’t help but fall the Prince even if he was a royal pain in the ass.
Bel was smirking at you, knowing that made you furious, you wouldn't just back down without a fight. You still had one trick up your sleeve.
So you said in a seductive voice, "Sure, My prince…anything for you…" while pulling on of your bra straps slowly down your shoulder, and rubbing your neck and collar bone,
"But god, is it hot in here." Your voice was husky and moving the bra a little up and down, letting your breasts move up and down with them.
-Pov Switch.-
Bel knew what she was trying to do, this was unbelievable! All he could do was impatiently wait, he could keep his cool, right? Damn it, you were moving at such a slow pace. You knew what his weakness was and using it to its full advantage. Bel was never the type of guy to wait of things. Especially, what belonged to him.
In Yuaki’s mind, she was panicking a little, thinking that she wouldn't make it in time. If she didn't get Bel to lose control before she took off her bra, she knew what was in store for her, but looking at him, her eyes glazed with lust, she kept on hoping that she'd win.
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Bel knew what she was trying to do, this was unbelievable! All he could do was impatiently wait, he could keep his cool, right? Damn it, you were moving at such a slow pace. You knew what his weakness was and using it to its full advantage. Bel was never the type of guy to wait of things. Especially, what belonged to him.
In Yuaki’s mind, she was panicking a little, thinking that she wouldn't make it in time. If she didn't get Bel to lose control before she took off her bra, she knew what was in store for her, but looking at him, her eyes glazed with lust, she kept on hoping that she'd win.
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Yuaki was about to lose, almost unhooking the bra, when Bel finally snapped.
“Ushishi~ get out, before you 'witness' anything you do not wish to see~” His words sent shivers down your spine.
This was a punishment game, he could do anything to her.
Everyone immediately got the message and took leave, though Xanxus wasn’t happy about being ordered around, Yuaki was surprised that he actually left, not before he threw his empty bottle at Bel, who easily dogged it.
Bel closed the door and stalked towards Yuaki. She didn't mind, they both knew it was going to happen this way, and they both wanted it…badly. Bel grabbed her bridal style, dropping her softly on the bed as he took off his the rest of his clothes.
Yuaki’s’ breathing hitched at the sight of Bel so revealed. He crawled on top of her and straddled around her waist, she didn't mind, she was too busy running her fingers over his well toned abs. Every gentle touch that she gave him made his self control wear thinner.
Bel slammed his lips on hers, and she kissed back, intensely.
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Yuaki gasped in shock as she realized where he was headed, but soon switched that to moaning as he started massaging her body. His hand toyed with every inch of her body. His hands caressed the sides of her face, which she had blushed to.
He had never treated someone with such care before. His hands slid down her arms, interlacing his fingers with hers as he began to give her exposed neck his markings. Yuaki winced when she felt him bit down on her neck.
“Ushishi.”
Yuaki found herself moaning out his name, Bel could feel his want for her growing rapidly as the sound of his name that came off her lips. The feeling of Yuaki’s’ body twitching under a soft touch of his hand was…ecstatic.
Yuaki was about to lose, almost unhooking the bra, when Bel finally snapped.
“Ushishi~ get out, before you 'witness' anything you do not wish to see~” His words sent shivers down your spine.
This was a punishment game, he could do anything to her.
Everyone immediately got the message and took leave, though Xanxus wasn’t happy about being ordered around, Yuaki was surprised that he actually left, not before he threw his empty bottle at Bel, who easily dogged it.
Bel closed the door and stalked towards Yuaki. She didn't mind, they both knew it was going to happen this way, and they both wanted it…badly. Bel grabbed her bridal style, dropping her softly on the bed as he took off his the rest of his clothes.
Yuaki’s’ breathing hitched at the sight of Bel so revealed. He crawled on top of her and straddled around her waist, she didn't mind, she was too busy running her fingers over his well toned abs. Every gentle touch that she gave him made his self control wear thinner.
Bel slammed his lips on hers, and she kissed back, intensely.
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Yuaki gasped in shock as she realized where he was headed, but soon switched that to moaning as he started massaging her body. His hand toyed with every inch of her body. His hands caressed the sides of her face, which she had blushed to.
He had never treated someone with such care before. His hands slid down her arms, interlacing his fingers with hers as he began to give her exposed neck his markings. Yuaki winced when she felt him bit down on her neck.
“Ushishi.”
Yuaki found herself moaning out his name, Bel could feel his want for her growing rapidly as the sound of his name that came off her lips. The feeling of Yuaki’s’ body twitching under a soft touch of his hand was…ecstatic.
Bel returned to her lips, forcefully he began to kiss her, Yuaki’s breaths were labored as she panted out his name once more. He was at his breaking point.
"Do you want me?" Bel huskily questioned her.
"Do I even need to answer?" She said, panting and still trying to catch her breath.
"Yes, you do."
"Then yes, Bel, I want you." Yuaki whispered seductively as she began to play with his hair. She had taken over, now on top of him. Yuaki bit her lip, as she realized that the blood from her neck was dripping onto Bel’s upper chest.
“Ushishi, you’ve made the prince dirty. Clean it.” Bel commanded seeing her face flush with embarrassment. Which had only amused him more.
"Tsk" She spat not wanting to take commands from him, dipping her head and making butterfly kisses down his nicely chiseled chest. Tasting the blood from her wound. Her lips had become stained a crimson red. She had not actually ‘cleaned’ the blood off of him, she had only smeared it. She gave off an enchanting giggle.
"Shishi, Do you enjoy torturing me?" Bel said with a smirk planted, clearly, on those lips of his.
Yuaki only giggled again, "Obviously, it lets me see THE Prince down on his knees.”
Yuaki knew what he wanted, she also knew that he would get it with or without her permission. She gave him a firm nod before he entered her, with a hard thrust of his hips, causing her to gasp in pain.
She closed her eyes, as she felt tears forming. Bel did the unthinkable and kissed her to ease the pain as small tears threatened to leak over her eyes. Since when did a Prince start caring for peasants?
Apparently now.
Mix of emotions were visible in Yuakis eyes, hate to love, want to need, pain to complete euphoria.
"God," She panted out heavily, "Go faster…"
Bel let out his famous laugh and obliged, thrusting his hips harder to meet his and Yuakis needs. Yuaki met his thrusts, rocking her body with his causing more pleasure to shoot through both of them.
Each thrust made her want him to go faster, and each time he went faster, just wasn't good enough yet.
Yuaki felt herself almost going over the edge.
She gave out a loud yelp as Bel hit a cretin spot, making her vision blurry as she threw her head back. Both panting bodies soon came to a stop. Taking in a few sharp breaths from the over exhaustion.
Yuaki smirked. “So,” she said, breathing still heavily, “I guess you lost once in your life, eh?”
"I'd gladly lose again, commoner..[1]" Bel whispered in her ear, to make shivers down her spine. Oh-no, the tone in his voice made her think that this night had just begun…
“Ushishi”
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[1] Woo! You’ve just been promoted! XD A Peasant to a Commoner.
Peasant - a member of a class of low social status that depends on either cottage industry or agricultural labor as a means of subsistence.
Commoner - A person who is neither poor nor wealthy. Having very little or no ranking of nobility. I don’t think Bel would can any girl a “princess”, but that’s just my pov. :D
"Do you want me?" Bel huskily questioned her.
"Do I even need to answer?" She said, panting and still trying to catch her breath.
"Yes, you do."
"Then yes, Bel, I want you." Yuaki whispered seductively as she began to play with his hair. She had taken over, now on top of him. Yuaki bit her lip, as she realized that the blood from her neck was dripping onto Bel’s upper chest.
“Ushishi, you’ve made the prince dirty. Clean it.” Bel commanded seeing her face flush with embarrassment. Which had only amused him more.
"Tsk" She spat not wanting to take commands from him, dipping her head and making butterfly kisses down his nicely chiseled chest. Tasting the blood from her wound. Her lips had become stained a crimson red. She had not actually ‘cleaned’ the blood off of him, she had only smeared it. She gave off an enchanting giggle.
"Shishi, Do you enjoy torturing me?" Bel said with a smirk planted, clearly, on those lips of his.
Yuaki only giggled again, "Obviously, it lets me see THE Prince down on his knees.”
Yuaki knew what he wanted, she also knew that he would get it with or without her permission. She gave him a firm nod before he entered her, with a hard thrust of his hips, causing her to gasp in pain.
She closed her eyes, as she felt tears forming. Bel did the unthinkable and kissed her to ease the pain as small tears threatened to leak over her eyes. Since when did a Prince start caring for peasants?
Apparently now.
Mix of emotions were visible in Yuakis eyes, hate to love, want to need, pain to complete euphoria.
"God," She panted out heavily, "Go faster…"
Bel let out his famous laugh and obliged, thrusting his hips harder to meet his and Yuakis needs. Yuaki met his thrusts, rocking her body with his causing more pleasure to shoot through both of them.
Each thrust made her want him to go faster, and each time he went faster, just wasn't good enough yet.
Yuaki felt herself almost going over the edge.
She gave out a loud yelp as Bel hit a cretin spot, making her vision blurry as she threw her head back. Both panting bodies soon came to a stop. Taking in a few sharp breaths from the over exhaustion.
Yuaki smirked. “So,” she said, breathing still heavily, “I guess you lost once in your life, eh?”
"I'd gladly lose again, commoner..[1]" Bel whispered in her ear, to make shivers down her spine. Oh-no, the tone in his voice made her think that this night had just begun…
“Ushishi”
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[1] Woo! You’ve just been promoted! XD A Peasant to a Commoner.
Peasant - a member of a class of low social status that depends on either cottage industry or agricultural labor as a means of subsistence.
Commoner - A person who is neither poor nor wealthy. Having very little or no ranking of nobility. I don’t think Bel would can any girl a “princess”, but that’s just my pov. :D
Sunday, May 9, 2010
~*☺A Twisted Circus [Kefka Lemon for Uanesho]☻ *~
“Oi! Lemme outta here!!” you shouted to the guard standing outside of your cell. Your head was pounding and everything you saw was red. Why? Because you were hanging by your ankles from the ceiling; the metallic chain links slowly twisting.
“Hehehe, well look at you twinkle toes”, said the snarky guard,” how’s it HANGIN’?” he laughed as he smacked you so that you twirled at a stomach churning rate.
You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your being ill, but noticed that there was another presence in the room. Abruptly the guard had stopped you and stood properly. Instantly you saw why.
Kefka. The clown-like man’s maniacal laughter could be heard echoing throughout the many dank corridors, adding a creepy edge to the already horrifying dungeon.
His bone chilling cackle quieted down as he approached your cell; his silhouette standing tall in the doorway. Slowly, he walked up to you as his shoes made “tap” noises with every step. He didn’t stop until he was inches from your face, which he gently stroked with two fingers.
“Ooh a new plaything? It’s not common that we receive such pretty prisoners here…” he said mostly to himself
“This sir is a spy for the Emperor, we caught her trying to sabotage our infantry”, replied the guard.
“I see…”, whispered Kefka, his piercing blue eyes narrowing,” well, I would hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE…to see her go to waste like this. Send her to the guest chamber!” he said on his way out,” on second thought, no, send her to MY room…”, and with a final cackle, he left.
~♥~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~
*3 hours later*
The room you had been moved into, Kefka’s chambers was like something out of a twisted fairytale. The walls were of the finest granite and the lighting was grandiose, but the room had been fitted with a variety of torture devices and strange mardis-gras like wall masks around the room. The guards attached you to the festive wall and left the room. Moments later Kefka entered the room in his equally outlandish costume.
He glanced around the room once, paused, took off his cape, looked over to you, and left the room.
“Wtf?” you thought
However, as soon as he left, Kefka was back again with what looked like a car battery with jumper cables attached to it.
“Good evening my love”, he purred softly to you.
A tad nervous about the item in his hand, you simply swallowed deeply; a small bead of sweat gathering at your brow.
“Aww whats this? Scared are we?” he cooed in your ear then suddenly taking on a menacing tone, “well love prepare yourself, things are about to get electrifying. Let’s see how durable my new toy is”.
Without warning, he ripped off your rags to the flesh and then quickly licked each of your nipples and attached the cables to them.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” the throat-scraping screams ripped from within you as tears began to form in your eyes and your body began to convulse.
“Hahaha, toying with prey is fun…” he said,” now, whad’ya think of this!” he said as he pressed a white-hot brand on your pelvic bone, “does it hurt? DOES IT?!”
You were barely aware of the pain anymore and you were slowly slipping into a state of unconsciousness until everything faded to black.
~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~
“Wake up sleepy head”, came the faraway voice of someone.
Your eyelids slowly fluttered open to see Kefka hovering over you on his bed with a twisted grin on his face.
“Are you ready for round 2?”
“Uh, I-I-“, you tried saying, and struggled to get free, but his masculine hands restrained you
“Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shhhhhhh….”he put a finger over your lips,” I’m not letting you go so don’t fight it, just submit”.
You didn’t have the strength to resist anyways, so you allowed your body to go limp.
“”That’s a good toy”, he murmured just loud enough for you to hear” but I must say, it was awfully naughty of you to try and foil my plans, I can’t allow such bad behavior. So now it’s time for your punishment!”
Without another word he viciously plunged deep within you and proceeded to jolt himself up and down with such ferocity that your innards were sending sharp waves of pain throughout your body. But suddenly, something in your brain snapped and this physical activity was no longer painful, but pleasurable.
“C’mon, give me somethin’! It’s like doin’ it with a fish!” Kefka complained.
A strength within you flipped him over so that you were on top; grabbing fistfuls of loose golden strands of his thick hair.
“Oh yeah? Let’s how you feel about that comment after this!” you said with confidence as you jammed your tongue into his willing mouth and straddled his torso.
“Well…aren’t you…hot?” Kefka said through passionate kisses
“Shut up and plow me”, you said forcefully
His eyes widened in astonishment but then he regained his composer and replied with a sassy ,“Yes ma’am, looks like I’m gonna have to play rough”.
You both tumbled to the floor; the sheets a jumbled mess as the tangle of both or your guy’s legs created a form of human washing machine; he was the spinning cycle and you were the clothes, You both were mumurming grunts of satisfaction.
“Come on, come on, come on!!” he screamed in excitement
“Oh yes!! Don’t stop! Hit it! Hit it hard baby!!” you added through you “unghs” and “mmphs”
Abruptly the two of you crashed into a wall; leaving your naked selves sprawled on the floor. You both were left in stunned silence staring at the ceiling in amazement.
“…..What a rush”, Kefka finally said
“…..Yeah”
“Uh sir?” a guard said through the door” is the prisoner resisting in there? Because I have backup!”
“No everything’s delightful gentlemen!” he called through the door,” you are dismissed. For now I have to play with my durable toy….”
“Hehehe, well look at you twinkle toes”, said the snarky guard,” how’s it HANGIN’?” he laughed as he smacked you so that you twirled at a stomach churning rate.
You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your being ill, but noticed that there was another presence in the room. Abruptly the guard had stopped you and stood properly. Instantly you saw why.
Kefka. The clown-like man’s maniacal laughter could be heard echoing throughout the many dank corridors, adding a creepy edge to the already horrifying dungeon.
His bone chilling cackle quieted down as he approached your cell; his silhouette standing tall in the doorway. Slowly, he walked up to you as his shoes made “tap” noises with every step. He didn’t stop until he was inches from your face, which he gently stroked with two fingers.
“Ooh a new plaything? It’s not common that we receive such pretty prisoners here…” he said mostly to himself
“This sir is a spy for the Emperor, we caught her trying to sabotage our infantry”, replied the guard.
“I see…”, whispered Kefka, his piercing blue eyes narrowing,” well, I would hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE…to see her go to waste like this. Send her to the guest chamber!” he said on his way out,” on second thought, no, send her to MY room…”, and with a final cackle, he left.
~♥~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~
*3 hours later*
The room you had been moved into, Kefka’s chambers was like something out of a twisted fairytale. The walls were of the finest granite and the lighting was grandiose, but the room had been fitted with a variety of torture devices and strange mardis-gras like wall masks around the room. The guards attached you to the festive wall and left the room. Moments later Kefka entered the room in his equally outlandish costume.
He glanced around the room once, paused, took off his cape, looked over to you, and left the room.
“Wtf?” you thought
However, as soon as he left, Kefka was back again with what looked like a car battery with jumper cables attached to it.
“Good evening my love”, he purred softly to you.
A tad nervous about the item in his hand, you simply swallowed deeply; a small bead of sweat gathering at your brow.
“Aww whats this? Scared are we?” he cooed in your ear then suddenly taking on a menacing tone, “well love prepare yourself, things are about to get electrifying. Let’s see how durable my new toy is”.
Without warning, he ripped off your rags to the flesh and then quickly licked each of your nipples and attached the cables to them.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” the throat-scraping screams ripped from within you as tears began to form in your eyes and your body began to convulse.
“Hahaha, toying with prey is fun…” he said,” now, whad’ya think of this!” he said as he pressed a white-hot brand on your pelvic bone, “does it hurt? DOES IT?!”
You were barely aware of the pain anymore and you were slowly slipping into a state of unconsciousness until everything faded to black.
~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~♥~
“Wake up sleepy head”, came the faraway voice of someone.
Your eyelids slowly fluttered open to see Kefka hovering over you on his bed with a twisted grin on his face.
“Are you ready for round 2?”
“Uh, I-I-“, you tried saying, and struggled to get free, but his masculine hands restrained you
“Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shhhhhhh….”he put a finger over your lips,” I’m not letting you go so don’t fight it, just submit”.
You didn’t have the strength to resist anyways, so you allowed your body to go limp.
“”That’s a good toy”, he murmured just loud enough for you to hear” but I must say, it was awfully naughty of you to try and foil my plans, I can’t allow such bad behavior. So now it’s time for your punishment!”
Without another word he viciously plunged deep within you and proceeded to jolt himself up and down with such ferocity that your innards were sending sharp waves of pain throughout your body. But suddenly, something in your brain snapped and this physical activity was no longer painful, but pleasurable.
“C’mon, give me somethin’! It’s like doin’ it with a fish!” Kefka complained.
A strength within you flipped him over so that you were on top; grabbing fistfuls of loose golden strands of his thick hair.
“Oh yeah? Let’s how you feel about that comment after this!” you said with confidence as you jammed your tongue into his willing mouth and straddled his torso.
“Well…aren’t you…hot?” Kefka said through passionate kisses
“Shut up and plow me”, you said forcefully
His eyes widened in astonishment but then he regained his composer and replied with a sassy ,“Yes ma’am, looks like I’m gonna have to play rough”.
You both tumbled to the floor; the sheets a jumbled mess as the tangle of both or your guy’s legs created a form of human washing machine; he was the spinning cycle and you were the clothes, You both were mumurming grunts of satisfaction.
“Come on, come on, come on!!” he screamed in excitement
“Oh yes!! Don’t stop! Hit it! Hit it hard baby!!” you added through you “unghs” and “mmphs”
Abruptly the two of you crashed into a wall; leaving your naked selves sprawled on the floor. You both were left in stunned silence staring at the ceiling in amazement.
“…..What a rush”, Kefka finally said
“…..Yeah”
“Uh sir?” a guard said through the door” is the prisoner resisting in there? Because I have backup!”
“No everything’s delightful gentlemen!” he called through the door,” you are dismissed. For now I have to play with my durable toy….”
Saturday, May 8, 2010
♥Not only Music...♥(Hikaru Hitachiin Oneshot for iScreamLoud) *LEMON*
As much as you hated graves, you had to bear through them; your habit of visiting your father’s ashes was rather important to you. Despite your split personality, sitting in front of your father’s carved name on stone made you vulnerable, causing many other emotions to explode through you as you prayed for him.
Lately, music had been a focal point in your life in addition with your hobby of writing, so you combined your best hobbies to the test and began writing lyrics. Your melody inspiration came from the dropping sound of rain-something attracting the happy side of you- or anything worth writing. And today, ‘showers’ were flooding the empty streets.
Regardless of your close relationship with the Host Club and their concern for your health fo going outside all the time when it rained, you were found sneaking out at night; tip-toeing towards the exiting doors of Ouran Academy but for the purpose of habited grave passing.
You slowly paced over to the doors, watching your surroundings for no one to catch you and snatched your favorite beanie out of your pocket to place it on top of your black polished hair before exiting to the cold climate.
Your hands froze in place (as well with your gait) as a couple of arms snaked around your body, causing your dark eyes to widen as a sudden tug was forced at your waist, feeling a gentle collision of someone’s body pressed against yours from behind. Your eyes focused on the knob your hand reached for and suddenly felt the figure behind you move forward-controlling your body to move along and press against the door with your hands held flat on the priceless design of the luxurious wooden door.
The beanie that hanged from your fingers now dropped to the floor and, at that moment, your head turns halfway as you felt him-the one you loved but couldn’t confess to-pressing tighter against you but find his lips at your ear, gently brushing his lips at your earlobe.
“Ame-Chan, who am I?” cooed the voice of which you knew already. A smile spread your lips as you clenched your relaxed hands into anxious fists and tried pushing away from the door but was stopped from the sensational feeling of his hands trailing down your inner thighs and back up to sneak them under your blouse causing you to gasp softly. He started to brush his lips down at the nape of your neck and kissed it gently, as if you were made of silver glass, sending signals of pleasure through your body, tempting moans scratching at your throat wanting to echo the room as he lifted your blouse halfway off your body.
“Ame…Chan?” said he in his teasing tone that tickled your pale skin. You let out a giggle and slid your hands down, searching for his cold ones and gripped them at your mid-torso as your half-closed eyes stared to the door you were supposed to exit and visit your father’s ashes.
It frustrated you how no one (except Haruhi [stupid boring betch! XD]) couldn’t tell the Hitachiin twins apart. Only you knew the difference; even though they were identical twins, your eyes were set on only one of them:
“Hikaru…” you murmur passionately as you turn yourself around to find his eyes as close as his lips were to tap yours. He was your friend, but ever since Hikaru started sympathizing with your loss of close relatives, your attention for him was almost inseparable enough for ‘love’-rare emotion for a split persona-to develop. Every time Hikaru walked by, the need for pen and paper was exaggerating in mind to the need of writing music from your emotions towards him. You liked writing how you felt when he smirked, when he glanced at you, or even when he blinked your way; it was something worth spend days writing for.
“…impressive for a first time player”, Hikaru murmurs with a teasing press of his forehead with yours. You bit down on your lip as your hands clenched at his dress shirt and shifted them forward towards his chest, barely touching his body to send him that same chill she felt at the sound of his whispering voice.
“I’ve never played, I just knew from the beginning…” you say, with a hint of angst as one of your hands grabbed his messy tie and slowly pull on it, luring Hikaru in closer. A cheeky smirk plays his lips and without warning, he pulls up your legs and automatically wrap them around his waist as his body matched your shape with pressed groins already grinding, sending another set of tingling pleasure up and down your spine. Finally, you allow a moan escape your lips and snaked your arms around his neck with chills running through your skin as the grinding between you two speed up. The sound of your whimpering voice brings that mischievous side of Hikaru to slip off your blouse along with a lifting of your skirt to grind his hips with yours.
“Mmneh…” you sweetly moaned once more before you were nude with your blushed face buried in Hikaru’s neck and nails clawing their way into his shoulders as he made his way into you. The ecstasy feeling from his nibbling at your neck placed you on dominant mode-taking over the moment- to practically shred the clothes off his body and place yourself at his lap, straddling him with eyes of random emotions; especially the sharp look of lust roaming in your glistening dark eyes. Hikaru’s hands gripped your hips carefully, not forcing you to slide in quickly but the pain was worse than the pressure you felt, so slowly you lift your head to face him, grabbing his face between your hands, and kiss him with tongues colliding one another simultaneously pushing yourself all the way down his hips causing a moan from both of you to break the silenced kiss.
Hikaru pushes up while you push down causing you to yelp, “Ah!” at every thrusting slam on you. Your black hair flew back as you threw you threw your head backwards towards Hikaru’s rhythm increasing with yours. His grunts and groans brought a smirk on your lips and crashed your lips with his as you brushed your hands through his reddish hair. He growled at the massaging brush of your hands and turned you over on the ground having him hovering over you, sweat was now rubbing off each other’s bodies.
Hikaru’s forced your legs around his waist again and you tightened them in purpose to request more. He thrusted harder into you, his toned torso smacking your abdomen as he pushed in and out. His hands held your face in between as he called your name in different tones. Your breathing increased by the thrust and tightness of your legs at his waist pressured by the tingling of pleasure rapidly stabbing your body.
…
After many yelps, moans, grunts and groans from the both you filled the dark space between you, Hikaru rested on your chest, which rose and lowered from uncontrollable panting. You bring up a gentle hand and caress his face until he looks up, locking eyes with you and both share a (rather flattered, shall we say? 8D)smile.
~Oh, yes, you will be busy with writing for a while after tonight 8D~
Saturday, May 1, 2010
~*☺ Boom Boom Boom! I Want You In My Room!☻ *~ [Pein Lemon for Rebekahkerley]
*Tap*…..*Tap*….*Tap*….
That was the sound of your boots tapping against the side of your bedroom wall. Pein had assigned missions to everybody except you. Why? You weren’t sure. The more you thought about it, Pein had been acting rather strange as of late; being extra nice to you, being extra strict with others, and taking his lunches inside his office.
“Hmmm, wonder what gives…” you pondered in your mind.
*Thump!* *Thump!*
Ah, apparently the person in the room next to yours doesn’t appreciate your audible thinking. You really wouldn’t give a damn if your roommate had been someone small like Sasori or Deidara.
Unfortunately that person was Kakuzu.
“Open this door!!” came the grumble of the oversized rag doll
Not wanting any trouble you reluctantly lifted yourself from the bed and hesitantly opened the door.
“Yes?” you said sweetly
“Get your ass out here! I want to talk to you!” he mumbled
You did as asked and were grabbed by the scruff of your coat.
“If I EVER lose track of how much money I*clears throat*-the Akatsuki has because of your foot tapping, I swear to all the mightiest gods -including Hidan’s idiotic one- I will kick. Your. Ass!!”
“C’mon Kakuzu, put her down. No need for useless violence right?” came the casual tone of the fiery redheaded Sasori.
Kakuzu glared over at Sasori with menacingly radioactive eyes, and Sasori returned it with a sarcastic expression. Finding this a waste of time, Kakuzu dropped you with a “thud” and stalked off, grumbling something about “young kids these days”.
You mouthed a “thank you” as Sasori winked and walked off. You were all glowy inside when you turned around and smacked into the chest of your leader. The way his hair was styled made it look like he had dancing flames atop his head, and the multiple piercings about his person made for an overall imposing figure. His very presence made your cheeks flush and your knees go weak. Apparently you had some raging hormones that you needed to sort out.
“I’d like to see you in my office. Now.” he said with finality and stalked off.
A bit scared, you followed him down the long corridor that led to a secluded section of the lair, which happened to be his office.
“Sit down Rebekah, I’d like to speak to you about Sasori”, he started.
“Oh?” you responded, unsure of what to expect.
“I want you to stay away from him, he’s bad news.”
“Bad news? I apologize sir, but nothing about him warrants ‘bad news to me”
“Of course you’d say that.” he said quietly, his back turned to you,” of course you’d stand up for him, the way you two flirt! I-“, he cut himself off,” I just-“
“Just what, sir?”
“I just needed to tell you that,” he turns to face you” I’m the one you should be looking to. I can give you what you need!”
“And what would that be sir?”
“I can give you love”, he crossed the space between you in three paces,” an emotional connection and”, he snapped your form to his powerful body “physical pleasure”.
Little did he know that the whole time he was talking, you had secretly locked the door behind you and undid your bra slightly. Men and their clumsy fingers.
He threw you onto his desk with such force that there was a small crack around the area where you landed. In a flash he was mounted on top of you, but your smaller frame couldn’t support his solid weight. Realizing this, he rolled so that you were on top-giving you the most control.
You began to bite his left ear, the metallic taste of his peircings left your tongue feeling tingly. You wrapped your legs around his waist rubbing the planes of his chest with your soft hands. At the same time he worked his hands up your shirt, undid your bra, and began to tenderly massage your breasts. The sensation of his rough fingers moving in rhythmic circular motions opened emotions and desires unknown to you until now. He viciously flipped you over so that you were on your back and began to caress your cheeks with the cool tip of his nose, and then he trailed it down to your pelvic bone; touching it with such weightlessness, it was as if someone was tickling it with a feather. He slipped off the last bit of your clothing and started to get undressed.
*Knock! Knock!*
“Ugh.”, Pein stopped midway at undressing, throwing a deadly glare at the door,” I-I’m busy! Come back later!”
The knocker went away.
“Now where were we?” he said once he composed himself
“Right, about…HERE!!!” you said playfully as you yanked down his bottoms.
“Ohoho!!” he chuckled as he melded himself into you; two as one
You two went at it like a roaring generator; whirring in a circular motion against each other at a fast pace; the friction between your two bodies creating beads of sweat along your bodies. Pein was grunting and panting, but not in a way that signaled fatigue. No, he panted in a way that signified that he was at his peak. His pace was faster, gaining momentum until he was drilling you with so much force that your whole body would bend and jolt in time with him. The desk was shaking and its legs were creating tears in his plush carpet. Apparently he didn’t care because he was going faster, faster! harder, harder! His eyes squeezed shut in determined concentration. “Ungh!” he exalted as he was pressing deeper and you thrust you pelvis upward.
*Knock! Knock!*
Pein’s feverous momentum came to an abrupt halt and his eyes flew open.
His eyes were set to kill.
He retracted his instrument and began to get dressed in a feverish manner. At the last moment he threw your cloak over to you and signaled for you to hide under his desk.
Then he flew open the door.
“WHAT?!” he roared
“I just wanted to know what all of the commotion was”, said a taken aback Sasori.
“………Well it was nothing. NOW GO AWAY!”
After he slammed the door in Sasori’s face he continued to the mirror to fix himself up.
“I suggest you clean up and head back out to the main part of the lair”, he said in his official voice.
“Y-Yes sir”, this wasn’t how it was supposed to end, he seemed to treat it as if it meant nothing to him!
You sullenly slinked out of the room and headed for the showers. When you were finished you walked into the living room where the whole Akatsuki was assembled.
“And I expect you all to follow that to the tea. Am I clear?” concluded Pein
“Yeah...” came an unenthusiastic grumble from the others.
“I said! Am. I. CLEAR?!”
“Sir! Yes sir!”
“All right then. You’re dismissed”, he said with a satisfied nod of the head.
You went to follow the others when his metal-laden arm wrapped around your waist and his other hand busying itself with your left butt cheek.
“What do you say we finished were we left off”, he murmured in your ear with a sly grin and the two of you snuck away to complete your “discussion”.
That was the sound of your boots tapping against the side of your bedroom wall. Pein had assigned missions to everybody except you. Why? You weren’t sure. The more you thought about it, Pein had been acting rather strange as of late; being extra nice to you, being extra strict with others, and taking his lunches inside his office.
“Hmmm, wonder what gives…” you pondered in your mind.
*Thump!* *Thump!*
Ah, apparently the person in the room next to yours doesn’t appreciate your audible thinking. You really wouldn’t give a damn if your roommate had been someone small like Sasori or Deidara.
Unfortunately that person was Kakuzu.
“Open this door!!” came the grumble of the oversized rag doll
Not wanting any trouble you reluctantly lifted yourself from the bed and hesitantly opened the door.
“Yes?” you said sweetly
“Get your ass out here! I want to talk to you!” he mumbled
You did as asked and were grabbed by the scruff of your coat.
“If I EVER lose track of how much money I*clears throat*-the Akatsuki has because of your foot tapping, I swear to all the mightiest gods -including Hidan’s idiotic one- I will kick. Your. Ass!!”
“C’mon Kakuzu, put her down. No need for useless violence right?” came the casual tone of the fiery redheaded Sasori.
Kakuzu glared over at Sasori with menacingly radioactive eyes, and Sasori returned it with a sarcastic expression. Finding this a waste of time, Kakuzu dropped you with a “thud” and stalked off, grumbling something about “young kids these days”.
You mouthed a “thank you” as Sasori winked and walked off. You were all glowy inside when you turned around and smacked into the chest of your leader. The way his hair was styled made it look like he had dancing flames atop his head, and the multiple piercings about his person made for an overall imposing figure. His very presence made your cheeks flush and your knees go weak. Apparently you had some raging hormones that you needed to sort out.
“I’d like to see you in my office. Now.” he said with finality and stalked off.
A bit scared, you followed him down the long corridor that led to a secluded section of the lair, which happened to be his office.
“Sit down Rebekah, I’d like to speak to you about Sasori”, he started.
“Oh?” you responded, unsure of what to expect.
“I want you to stay away from him, he’s bad news.”
“Bad news? I apologize sir, but nothing about him warrants ‘bad news to me”
“Of course you’d say that.” he said quietly, his back turned to you,” of course you’d stand up for him, the way you two flirt! I-“, he cut himself off,” I just-“
“Just what, sir?”
“I just needed to tell you that,” he turns to face you” I’m the one you should be looking to. I can give you what you need!”
“And what would that be sir?”
“I can give you love”, he crossed the space between you in three paces,” an emotional connection and”, he snapped your form to his powerful body “physical pleasure”.
Little did he know that the whole time he was talking, you had secretly locked the door behind you and undid your bra slightly. Men and their clumsy fingers.
He threw you onto his desk with such force that there was a small crack around the area where you landed. In a flash he was mounted on top of you, but your smaller frame couldn’t support his solid weight. Realizing this, he rolled so that you were on top-giving you the most control.
You began to bite his left ear, the metallic taste of his peircings left your tongue feeling tingly. You wrapped your legs around his waist rubbing the planes of his chest with your soft hands. At the same time he worked his hands up your shirt, undid your bra, and began to tenderly massage your breasts. The sensation of his rough fingers moving in rhythmic circular motions opened emotions and desires unknown to you until now. He viciously flipped you over so that you were on your back and began to caress your cheeks with the cool tip of his nose, and then he trailed it down to your pelvic bone; touching it with such weightlessness, it was as if someone was tickling it with a feather. He slipped off the last bit of your clothing and started to get undressed.
*Knock! Knock!*
“Ugh.”, Pein stopped midway at undressing, throwing a deadly glare at the door,” I-I’m busy! Come back later!”
The knocker went away.
“Now where were we?” he said once he composed himself
“Right, about…HERE!!!” you said playfully as you yanked down his bottoms.
“Ohoho!!” he chuckled as he melded himself into you; two as one
You two went at it like a roaring generator; whirring in a circular motion against each other at a fast pace; the friction between your two bodies creating beads of sweat along your bodies. Pein was grunting and panting, but not in a way that signaled fatigue. No, he panted in a way that signified that he was at his peak. His pace was faster, gaining momentum until he was drilling you with so much force that your whole body would bend and jolt in time with him. The desk was shaking and its legs were creating tears in his plush carpet. Apparently he didn’t care because he was going faster, faster! harder, harder! His eyes squeezed shut in determined concentration. “Ungh!” he exalted as he was pressing deeper and you thrust you pelvis upward.
*Knock! Knock!*
Pein’s feverous momentum came to an abrupt halt and his eyes flew open.
His eyes were set to kill.
He retracted his instrument and began to get dressed in a feverish manner. At the last moment he threw your cloak over to you and signaled for you to hide under his desk.
Then he flew open the door.
“WHAT?!” he roared
“I just wanted to know what all of the commotion was”, said a taken aback Sasori.
“………Well it was nothing. NOW GO AWAY!”
After he slammed the door in Sasori’s face he continued to the mirror to fix himself up.
“I suggest you clean up and head back out to the main part of the lair”, he said in his official voice.
“Y-Yes sir”, this wasn’t how it was supposed to end, he seemed to treat it as if it meant nothing to him!
You sullenly slinked out of the room and headed for the showers. When you were finished you walked into the living room where the whole Akatsuki was assembled.
“And I expect you all to follow that to the tea. Am I clear?” concluded Pein
“Yeah...” came an unenthusiastic grumble from the others.
“I said! Am. I. CLEAR?!”
“Sir! Yes sir!”
“All right then. You’re dismissed”, he said with a satisfied nod of the head.
You went to follow the others when his metal-laden arm wrapped around your waist and his other hand busying itself with your left butt cheek.
“What do you say we finished were we left off”, he murmured in your ear with a sly grin and the two of you snuck away to complete your “discussion”.
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