Maleficent walked back to the bed where she laid, legs hanging obscenely open. Maleficent rubbed her stomach, run her hand up and down the open slit and aimed the tip of the thorn against her entrance. Slowly she started to push the tip inside her. There was hard resistance, the girl was tight and unprepared for such intrusion. She had obviously never touched herself, let alone allowed a man between her thighs. Her flesh resisted, but Maleficent was strong and the thorn was hard and unyielding. Bit by bit, Maleficent tore through the virgin flesh, and blood poured from the girl as she was cracked open. Her sleep was not disturbed by this, not even a flicker of emotion in her mask like features. Maleficent laughed again, delighted by this destruction and pulled the thorn away. She leaned quickly to catch the rivulet of blood with her tongue, licking the sweet taste of lost innocence. “Such a delicious treat you are, little toy! Dream more of my touch, and all the wonderful games we will play!” Maleficent said, drawing a line across the sleeping girls forehead with the blood. Then Maleficent pushed the thorn back to her flesh, lodging the gnarled thing deep inside her. Then Maleficent left, leaving the girl to her dreams. Maleficent continued this for days. She visited the sleeping girl every morning and every evening, removing one thorn from the girls flesh and replacing it with an another. The thorns she chose got thicker and heavier every time. Sometimes Maleficent had time to play more, turning the sleeping girl on her side, or on her belly, so she could push the thorn deeper, lodge it in harder. The girl did not react to any of this, she laid still and quiet as ever. And no matter how delightful it was to play with such a toy, Maleficent was getting bored with this quietness, and wished that she could hear the girls voice screaming, not only in the dream world but in this broken reality she now ruled.
Maleficent went back to her study and read through her books of magic, searching for the possibilities to undo the spell. It was a muddled affair, since the damned fairies had changed the bind of magic on the girl. But there was a way through with everything, and Maleficent decided to work her way through the blood. It wasn't difficult, capturing white doves and ripping them open above the girls sleeping form, pour the hot blood on her cold, inanimate body. The bright red streamed across her white stomach, pooling under her into sticky mess. The room reeked of death, and this excited Maleficent. She arranged her robes slightly, revealing the dildo she was wearing, strapped with black leather around her slender hips and bottom. The dildo was smooth and pitch black, decorated with symbols all over. It was heavy to wear and its girth was considerable. Maleficent positioned herself between the sleeping girls thighs, pushing the tip slowly in. She wanted to enjoy the moment. The girl was well stretched by the thorns, and Maleficent was able to work her cock in without too much trouble. The straps dug to her flesh with the push and she enjoyed this too. She pulled out and in again, admiring the contrast between the girls lily white flesh and the red stripes of blood, the stark blackness of her cock. Maleficent fucked the girl slowly, again and again combining the magic and the blood, working it through her flesh, letting it seep in. It took time, but finally the dream started to crack, chipping away small fragment at the time. Maleficent kept going, her pleasure intensifying with every push of her hips. The girl was so close of awakening, her skin gaining a warmer hue, her lips moving and lashes fluttering. “Wake up sleepy head, I'm waiting for you,” Maleficent muttered, thrusting her cock faster. The magic slicked her skin, it took great deal of self-control not to get engulfed into it. When Maleficent was sure she couldn't take this pleasure much longer, the girl opened her blue eyes in sudden shock, staring wildly at Maleficent, opened her mouth and screamed in fear and pain, the sound vibrating through her body. Maleficent grunted with delight and allowed her own orgasm crash through her, drawing out the delicious pleasure of utter victory.
Re: Fill: Awakening darkndangel9May 7 2011, 17:29:37 UTC
oh wow. I shouldn't have enjoyed this so much. i wanna say ouch to the blood and the thorns, but it was all very fitting. i have no words just it was really good. haha
The story ended up way more brutal what I originally planned, but I don't know... Maleficent ain't a nice lady after all! But I'm glad you liked it anyway :) Thanks for the feedback!
“Such a delicious treat you are, little toy! Dream more of my touch, and all the wonderful games we will play!” Maleficent said, drawing a line across the sleeping girls forehead with the blood. Then Maleficent pushed the thorn back to her flesh, lodging the gnarled thing deep inside her. Then Maleficent left, leaving the girl to her dreams.
Maleficent continued this for days. She visited the sleeping girl every morning and every evening, removing one thorn from the girls flesh and replacing it with an another. The thorns she chose got thicker and heavier every time. Sometimes Maleficent had time to play more, turning the sleeping girl on her side, or on her belly, so she could push the thorn deeper, lodge it in harder. The girl did not react to any of this, she laid still and quiet as ever. And no matter how delightful it was to play with such a toy, Maleficent was getting bored with this quietness, and wished that she could hear the girls voice screaming, not only in the dream world but in this broken reality she now ruled.
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It wasn't difficult, capturing white doves and ripping them open above the girls sleeping form, pour the hot blood on her cold, inanimate body. The bright red streamed across her white stomach, pooling under her into sticky mess. The room reeked of death, and this excited Maleficent.
She arranged her robes slightly, revealing the dildo she was wearing, strapped with black leather around her slender hips and bottom. The dildo was smooth and pitch black, decorated with symbols all over. It was heavy to wear and its girth was considerable. Maleficent positioned herself between the sleeping girls thighs, pushing the tip slowly in. She wanted to enjoy the moment. The girl was well stretched by the thorns, and Maleficent was able to work her cock in without too much trouble. The straps dug to her flesh with the push and she enjoyed this too. She pulled out and in again, admiring the contrast between the girls lily white flesh and the red stripes of blood, the stark blackness of her cock. Maleficent fucked the girl slowly, again and again combining the magic and the blood, working it through her flesh, letting it seep in. It took time, but finally the dream started to crack, chipping away small fragment at the time. Maleficent kept going, her pleasure intensifying with every push of her hips. The girl was so close of awakening, her skin gaining a warmer hue, her lips moving and lashes fluttering.
“Wake up sleepy head, I'm waiting for you,” Maleficent muttered, thrusting her cock faster. The magic slicked her skin, it took great deal of self-control not to get engulfed into it. When Maleficent was sure she couldn't take this pleasure much longer, the girl opened her blue eyes in sudden shock, staring wildly at Maleficent, opened her mouth and screamed in fear and pain, the sound vibrating through her body. Maleficent grunted with delight and allowed her own orgasm crash through her, drawing out the delicious pleasure of utter victory.
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