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madame_dennaPairing: Cara/Denna
Rating: NC-17
Words: 487
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
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Prompt: Not a word
She has not said a word, she just stares at me.
And something deep inside me stirs at her look. Her blazing blue eyes cut through me like a blade right to the bottom of my soul. I feel naked under her stare. I am naked under her touch.
She pushes me hard against the wall and the uneven stone scratches against my back. It hurts. And I embrace it.
One of her hands is tangled in my hair, her grip is relentless and forces me to lift my heels off the ground. She holds me tight, I cannot move. The burning heat from her body seeps like liquid fire through my skin, even when she is fully clothed. I shiver, but I am far from cold.
Her leathers cling to her body like a second skin and I can hear her every single movement. Her eyes bore into me, as if searching my face for answers, I do not know the question to.
She leans in and presses me farther up against the wall. With one knee she forces my legs apart and my heart starts pounding in my ears when I feel her fingers move between them. I can hear her breath catch in her throat when her fingers slide through my folds. I am already wet for her, I always am.
Her lips hover over my own, she licks them with her tongue, but denies me her touch. The movement of her hand between my legs increases, her gloved fingers circle my clit. My breath comes in shallow gaps now, but no sound escapes my lips, like she has ordered.
Not a word.
It rings in my head - over and over again, her command spoken in a whisper, but oozing with a poisoned threat, if I were to disobey her. Her grip on my hair does not waver, when two of her soaked fingers push inside me and I bite my tongue to keep the silence.
My body moves to meet the thrusts of her hand and it will not surprise me when the wall against my back has changed its color to red, were the sharp edges cut into my skin.
I am burning with the need of release and I feel her burning against me. Her breathing is labored, she pants against my lips when her fingers thrust deeper. As she finally claims my mouth and her fingers curl ever so slightly inside me a toneless moan escapes my throat.
I shudder violently in her loveless embrace, stars explode behind my eyes and white pleasure surges through me at her final thrust.
She steps back and I slide to the ground, betrayed by legs, that are not longer willing to carry my weight.
As I look up to her, her lips curl into that daring smile of hers, that I yet have to learn to resist.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 487
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
Written for:
lots_pornbattlePrompt: Not a word
She has not said a word, she just stares at me.
And something deep inside me stirs at her look. Her blazing blue eyes cut through me like a blade right to the bottom of my soul. I feel naked under her stare. I am naked under her touch.
She pushes me hard against the wall and the uneven stone scratches against my back. It hurts. And I embrace it.
One of her hands is tangled in my hair, her grip is relentless and forces me to lift my heels off the ground. She holds me tight, I cannot move. The burning heat from her body seeps like liquid fire through my skin, even when she is fully clothed. I shiver, but I am far from cold.
Her leathers cling to her body like a second skin and I can hear her every single movement. Her eyes bore into me, as if searching my face for answers, I do not know the question to.
She leans in and presses me farther up against the wall. With one knee she forces my legs apart and my heart starts pounding in my ears when I feel her fingers move between them. I can hear her breath catch in her throat when her fingers slide through my folds. I am already wet for her, I always am.
Her lips hover over my own, she licks them with her tongue, but denies me her touch. The movement of her hand between my legs increases, her gloved fingers circle my clit. My breath comes in shallow gaps now, but no sound escapes my lips, like she has ordered.
Not a word.
It rings in my head - over and over again, her command spoken in a whisper, but oozing with a poisoned threat, if I were to disobey her. Her grip on my hair does not waver, when two of her soaked fingers push inside me and I bite my tongue to keep the silence.
My body moves to meet the thrusts of her hand and it will not surprise me when the wall against my back has changed its color to red, were the sharp edges cut into my skin.
I am burning with the need of release and I feel her burning against me. Her breathing is labored, she pants against my lips when her fingers thrust deeper. As she finally claims my mouth and her fingers curl ever so slightly inside me a toneless moan escapes my throat.
I shudder violently in her loveless embrace, stars explode behind my eyes and white pleasure surges through me at her final thrust.
She steps back and I slide to the ground, betrayed by legs, that are not longer willing to carry my weight.
As I look up to her, her lips curl into that daring smile of hers, that I yet have to learn to resist.
