Remake Of My Drabbles Series Chapter Eight (NOT safe for work)
Slight heads up...In case you might have somehow missed it, I was unhappy with my rushed ending to seven...so ended up trashing the last paragraph or two, and writing several new ones in its place. Worth a look over if you haven’t already seen the revised drabble!
Oh and trigger warnings for non consensual/rape for this one too...
----Michelle
The forbidden once tasted, is a bittersweet fruit, one whose unique flavor is something that can never be forgotten. For all of its sour sweetness, that rush of intoxicating highs can and does prove addicting, and is a more powerful force than any of the sobering lows of the reality that comes ushered in on the mornings that follow. Any guilt that he could have felt, is far vastly outdone by the twisted satisfaction that Lezard always feels, by it and the intimate knowledge that he now has of his beloved Goddess first hand.
He now knows what she sounds like, at her most desperate and helplessly pleasured, that reluctant arousal vocalized by the softest and most fitful of moans. Those breathless gasps, and that lilting whine of distress, his Goddess left all a quiver and shaking. He’ll never be able to forget that, or the lost look in her brilliantly gleaming eyes, that slight hint of tears shining brightly in that ephemeral gaze, his beloved doing her best to keep from giving in so completely, her resistance itself had been broken, piece by despairing piece, until it had all shattered apart. SHE had shattered apart, Lenneth all but screaming as her body had come completely undone against his tongue.
She hadn’t been able to stop it, or HIM, that passionate assault, and the response it forced out of her. With every quivering bit of her flesh being licked over by his moist and eager tongue, by the flat of it spreading her open, a wellspring of arousal had gushed forth. So much so that it had overflowed, that warm, fragrant honey dampening more than just her thighs.
He hadn’t been able to get enough of that taste either, that unique flavor that was all Lenneth’s own. Lezard could and did spend hours there, drinking her down, his tongue patient and practiced, every lap of it making that quivering flesh bloom more. He’d let it travel along every inch of her, the obsessed mage testing every bit of that silken texture and contour, to ferret out her secrets, that of what made her wild, what made her scream out, and above all what made Lenneth BEG. He’d alternate between the torment of the tip of his tongue, and the suckle of his lips around that tightly bundled bit of nerves and flesh, while the half delirious Goddess pleaded and sobbed, shaking hard enough that she might have squirmed free of him if not for Lezard’s hands holding her down.
That unrelenting grip the shackle with which kept her bound and spread before him, the Goddess hadn’t the strength to truly get free. Not in a body as easily subdued as this, Lenneth betrayed, the sweetly supple flesh that housed her soul, weak to this, and weak to HIM. With that practiced tongue, with lips that covered over her so blatantly, that shameless assault stirred to life a needy longing that burned, one the platinum haired female was ill equipped to stand against. Consumed by it, by the flames licking all over and through her, the woman could only cry out in a protest that even she could no longer sound sure of.
He always thrilled to the sound of it, to the need threading in her voice. She’d gasp and moan, while the flesh of her splayed thighs quivered, Lenneth’s surrender made all the sweeter with her scrabbling attempts to resist. He’d hum and purr into the flesh his face was buried against, never faltering even for a split second, drinking her down like the vital essential she was in truth to him. He’s lost count of the times the wicked sensuality of his tongue and his lips have brought the Goddess to shrieking climax, but Lezard knows he’ll never get tired of it. Not of her taste, and not of the submission, the woman caving in to his devout expression.
There could only be one thing even better. With her panting gasps, with those breasts all a quiver with the force of those harsh breaths, with Lenneth’s blue gaze gone dark, her pouty lips shaping an unvoiced protest, only then would Lezard at long last abandon his feast. With her arousal and climax coating his lips and chin, with his hair all wild and askew from fingers that had alternated between pushing and pulling, the mage would shift just enough. He’d kiss up her body while fitting his torso between thighs made pliant by his mouth’s treachery. His fingers would stroke over her, a touch here, a touch there, the tender flesh of belly, or shapely width of her hips, plying a false comfort neither one was truly buying. Having been left so thoroughly exhausted by his antics, the Goddess could only let out a muffled yelp, or a sharp gasp at the feel of him, so rock hard and ready, that eager length of him pressing insistently against so overly sensitive flesh.
So thoroughly stimulated past anything any one person should be allowed to endure, Lezard thought Lenneth’s sopping wet state a fitting payback for all the nights he has had to suffer alone. Such never ending madness can’t be eased away by just the physical, the mage made insatiable from the lack of the one thing he can’t force. The Goddess’ love, that heartfelt devotion, Lenneth unable to feel even a sliver of the desperation that drives HIM.
It’s a never ending madness, and no matter how much the mornings color him with regret, always, ALWAYS the nights are ruled by his lusts.
To Be Continued….
Slight time skip here...from the ending of seven to here in eight. Not sure if it shows...the...tenses were giving me some trouble here...(Hope that’s even the right word. Had a total air head moment and zoned out on what I was trying to say.) Basically, what I was trying to establish in this one, was that it’s been multiple nights since seven, and Lezard really has been insatiable for her. X_X
To be honest, I couldn’t get this drabble to obey me much. I was intending to set up that it was several nights later, and him reflecting on taking her by force since then...but then it was supposed to flash back to like the morning after that first night...but it didn’t work out that way at all...and I ended up thinking even though this one is very short, I liked the last line enough to end on it…
So yeah...that’s about it. All settled in from my move too, by the way!
---Michelle
Oh and trigger warnings for non consensual/rape for this one too...
----Michelle
The forbidden once tasted, is a bittersweet fruit, one whose unique flavor is something that can never be forgotten. For all of its sour sweetness, that rush of intoxicating highs can and does prove addicting, and is a more powerful force than any of the sobering lows of the reality that comes ushered in on the mornings that follow. Any guilt that he could have felt, is far vastly outdone by the twisted satisfaction that Lezard always feels, by it and the intimate knowledge that he now has of his beloved Goddess first hand.
He now knows what she sounds like, at her most desperate and helplessly pleasured, that reluctant arousal vocalized by the softest and most fitful of moans. Those breathless gasps, and that lilting whine of distress, his Goddess left all a quiver and shaking. He’ll never be able to forget that, or the lost look in her brilliantly gleaming eyes, that slight hint of tears shining brightly in that ephemeral gaze, his beloved doing her best to keep from giving in so completely, her resistance itself had been broken, piece by despairing piece, until it had all shattered apart. SHE had shattered apart, Lenneth all but screaming as her body had come completely undone against his tongue.
She hadn’t been able to stop it, or HIM, that passionate assault, and the response it forced out of her. With every quivering bit of her flesh being licked over by his moist and eager tongue, by the flat of it spreading her open, a wellspring of arousal had gushed forth. So much so that it had overflowed, that warm, fragrant honey dampening more than just her thighs.
He hadn’t been able to get enough of that taste either, that unique flavor that was all Lenneth’s own. Lezard could and did spend hours there, drinking her down, his tongue patient and practiced, every lap of it making that quivering flesh bloom more. He’d let it travel along every inch of her, the obsessed mage testing every bit of that silken texture and contour, to ferret out her secrets, that of what made her wild, what made her scream out, and above all what made Lenneth BEG. He’d alternate between the torment of the tip of his tongue, and the suckle of his lips around that tightly bundled bit of nerves and flesh, while the half delirious Goddess pleaded and sobbed, shaking hard enough that she might have squirmed free of him if not for Lezard’s hands holding her down.
That unrelenting grip the shackle with which kept her bound and spread before him, the Goddess hadn’t the strength to truly get free. Not in a body as easily subdued as this, Lenneth betrayed, the sweetly supple flesh that housed her soul, weak to this, and weak to HIM. With that practiced tongue, with lips that covered over her so blatantly, that shameless assault stirred to life a needy longing that burned, one the platinum haired female was ill equipped to stand against. Consumed by it, by the flames licking all over and through her, the woman could only cry out in a protest that even she could no longer sound sure of.
He always thrilled to the sound of it, to the need threading in her voice. She’d gasp and moan, while the flesh of her splayed thighs quivered, Lenneth’s surrender made all the sweeter with her scrabbling attempts to resist. He’d hum and purr into the flesh his face was buried against, never faltering even for a split second, drinking her down like the vital essential she was in truth to him. He’s lost count of the times the wicked sensuality of his tongue and his lips have brought the Goddess to shrieking climax, but Lezard knows he’ll never get tired of it. Not of her taste, and not of the submission, the woman caving in to his devout expression.
There could only be one thing even better. With her panting gasps, with those breasts all a quiver with the force of those harsh breaths, with Lenneth’s blue gaze gone dark, her pouty lips shaping an unvoiced protest, only then would Lezard at long last abandon his feast. With her arousal and climax coating his lips and chin, with his hair all wild and askew from fingers that had alternated between pushing and pulling, the mage would shift just enough. He’d kiss up her body while fitting his torso between thighs made pliant by his mouth’s treachery. His fingers would stroke over her, a touch here, a touch there, the tender flesh of belly, or shapely width of her hips, plying a false comfort neither one was truly buying. Having been left so thoroughly exhausted by his antics, the Goddess could only let out a muffled yelp, or a sharp gasp at the feel of him, so rock hard and ready, that eager length of him pressing insistently against so overly sensitive flesh.
So thoroughly stimulated past anything any one person should be allowed to endure, Lezard thought Lenneth’s sopping wet state a fitting payback for all the nights he has had to suffer alone. Such never ending madness can’t be eased away by just the physical, the mage made insatiable from the lack of the one thing he can’t force. The Goddess’ love, that heartfelt devotion, Lenneth unable to feel even a sliver of the desperation that drives HIM.
It’s a never ending madness, and no matter how much the mornings color him with regret, always, ALWAYS the nights are ruled by his lusts.
To Be Continued….
Slight time skip here...from the ending of seven to here in eight. Not sure if it shows...the...tenses were giving me some trouble here...(Hope that’s even the right word. Had a total air head moment and zoned out on what I was trying to say.) Basically, what I was trying to establish in this one, was that it’s been multiple nights since seven, and Lezard really has been insatiable for her. X_X
To be honest, I couldn’t get this drabble to obey me much. I was intending to set up that it was several nights later, and him reflecting on taking her by force since then...but then it was supposed to flash back to like the morning after that first night...but it didn’t work out that way at all...and I ended up thinking even though this one is very short, I liked the last line enough to end on it…
So yeah...that’s about it. All settled in from my move too, by the way!
---Michelle