The poison in my veins
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madame_dennaPairing: Cara/Denna
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~724
Warnings: dub!con..
Note: Cara's POV
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Prompts: possession
My pulse quickens when I finally see her.
Her back is turned to me and my heart chooses this moment to begin hammering like mad against my ribcage, desperately trying to break its way out of my chest.
As if it wants to be free.
Her absence felt like an eternity, agonizing slow passing seconds, that blur into days without her touch. In the normal sense of time, its been only a few hours since we parted, but I ache. For her.
I stay behind her in silence, she has to notice me yet. I force the pretense of calmness on my face, despite the inner turmoil that is raging inside me, like burning furious flames eager to swallow everything within their grasp.
I want her.
My hands tremble. I am desperate to feel her come undone beneath my touch. I long for the moment when for a split second her eyes become the gateway to her soul, the mirror of her deepest feelings.
I want her to be mine.
She does not see me coming and before she can turn to face me, I engulf her eyes with darkness. A silken band, that takes the light from her steel blue eyes. My hand closes around her neck and I can feel her pulse beneath my fingers, growing stronger with each beat.
She struggles when I strip her off her leathers, but my grip on her is tight. The heavy rise and fall of her bare chest distracts me, I catch her earlobe between my teeth, before my hands claim her breasts. Her sharp intake of breath when I caress her nipples with my leather clad fingers, tell me I have her attention.
I embrace her from behind, one hand closes around her throat, squeezing lightly. The other wanders southwards, before offering one of her nipples one last pinch. She bites down on her lip, but too late to conceal the soft moan that escaped them.
My fingers are instantly wet with her arousal. She squirms in my embrace, when I circle her clit with growing pressure, this time she moans and doesn't even try to conceal it. Her head falls back against my shoulder and my lips explore the soft skin of her neck. She whimpers in protest at the sudden loss of my touch between her legs, but I silence her when my fingers push into her mouth. The sounds she is making are incoherent, something between moans and whimpers, but it's affecting me quite efficiently, if the wetness pooling between my legs can be seen as a clue. She sucks at my fingers and the thought that she is tasting her own arousal on them makes me want to fuck her even more.
My hand pulls away from her mouth, until my fingertips rest on her lips and she knows instantly what I want her to do. She bites down and I pull my hand free out of my glove. It drops to the floor, but I don't care. I want to feel her wetness on my skin. My fingers are back between her legs within a heartbeat as are her incoherent sounds of pleasure, as I stroke over the length of her sex.
I tease her entrance only to hear her shallow gasps and I can barely stand it. My tongue licks over the spot, where I have marked her, she trembles and I push my fingers deeper inside her.
I want her to be mine. Mine alone.
She is moaning with each trust of my hand and I'm panting in her ear. My hand that still rests against her throat is nothing more than to keep her upright. I can feel her walls squeezing my fingers tightly and I know how close she is. I wipe the blindfold from her eyes - I want to watch her when she comes.
I force her to look into my eyes and move my thumb to circle her swollen numb. It takes not more than of few strokes and she tumbling over the edge. I can tell the exact moment, when her blue eyes widen ever so slightly and I can gaze right into her soul, before they close and she is crying her release.
She is never more beautiful as in that moment, when she is mine, as I am hers.
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~724
Warnings: dub!con..
Note: Cara's POV
Written for:
lots_pornbattlePrompts: possession
My pulse quickens when I finally see her.
Her back is turned to me and my heart chooses this moment to begin hammering like mad against my ribcage, desperately trying to break its way out of my chest.
As if it wants to be free.
Her absence felt like an eternity, agonizing slow passing seconds, that blur into days without her touch. In the normal sense of time, its been only a few hours since we parted, but I ache. For her.
I stay behind her in silence, she has to notice me yet. I force the pretense of calmness on my face, despite the inner turmoil that is raging inside me, like burning furious flames eager to swallow everything within their grasp.
I want her.
My hands tremble. I am desperate to feel her come undone beneath my touch. I long for the moment when for a split second her eyes become the gateway to her soul, the mirror of her deepest feelings.
I want her to be mine.
She does not see me coming and before she can turn to face me, I engulf her eyes with darkness. A silken band, that takes the light from her steel blue eyes. My hand closes around her neck and I can feel her pulse beneath my fingers, growing stronger with each beat.
She struggles when I strip her off her leathers, but my grip on her is tight. The heavy rise and fall of her bare chest distracts me, I catch her earlobe between my teeth, before my hands claim her breasts. Her sharp intake of breath when I caress her nipples with my leather clad fingers, tell me I have her attention.
I embrace her from behind, one hand closes around her throat, squeezing lightly. The other wanders southwards, before offering one of her nipples one last pinch. She bites down on her lip, but too late to conceal the soft moan that escaped them.
My fingers are instantly wet with her arousal. She squirms in my embrace, when I circle her clit with growing pressure, this time she moans and doesn't even try to conceal it. Her head falls back against my shoulder and my lips explore the soft skin of her neck. She whimpers in protest at the sudden loss of my touch between her legs, but I silence her when my fingers push into her mouth. The sounds she is making are incoherent, something between moans and whimpers, but it's affecting me quite efficiently, if the wetness pooling between my legs can be seen as a clue. She sucks at my fingers and the thought that she is tasting her own arousal on them makes me want to fuck her even more.
My hand pulls away from her mouth, until my fingertips rest on her lips and she knows instantly what I want her to do. She bites down and I pull my hand free out of my glove. It drops to the floor, but I don't care. I want to feel her wetness on my skin. My fingers are back between her legs within a heartbeat as are her incoherent sounds of pleasure, as I stroke over the length of her sex.
I tease her entrance only to hear her shallow gasps and I can barely stand it. My tongue licks over the spot, where I have marked her, she trembles and I push my fingers deeper inside her.
I want her to be mine. Mine alone.
She is moaning with each trust of my hand and I'm panting in her ear. My hand that still rests against her throat is nothing more than to keep her upright. I can feel her walls squeezing my fingers tightly and I know how close she is. I wipe the blindfold from her eyes - I want to watch her when she comes.
I force her to look into my eyes and move my thumb to circle her swollen numb. It takes not more than of few strokes and she tumbling over the edge. I can tell the exact moment, when her blue eyes widen ever so slightly and I can gaze right into her soul, before they close and she is crying her release.
She is never more beautiful as in that moment, when she is mine, as I am hers.
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Date: 2012-01-23 02:05 am (UTC)BTW, are you doing something weird with the time/date when you post new stuff? None of your recent posts have been showing up on my flist :( I just happened to see this one because I went directly to your journal.
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Date: 2012-01-23 02:23 am (UTC)Bwahaha.. I'm doing all the time weird stuff here :P But well, now that you say it.. I have my 'friends only' post dated in the future and ever since I have to post stuff 'date out of order' maybe thats the reason.. I will have a look..
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Date: 2012-01-23 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-23 02:29 am (UTC)(btw: I'm off now, I need to go up in.. ahh. 2,5h for work)
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Date: 2012-01-23 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-23 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-23 07:23 pm (UTC)I enjoyed it!
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Date: 2012-01-23 07:52 pm (UTC)I find these first person narrated fics horribly easy to write, unlike the others.. but I won't stick to them for long, just trying different things :)
Thank you for taking the time to comment :)