[MS] Black Sabbath lyrics
[Written as a request for toxic_shadow. And I’ve been meaning to do this one for a while, so-there ya go.]
Big black shape with eyes of fire // Telling people their desire
She was young and overeager. It was her first possession, and she didn’t exactly have a demon that’s been at this longer to give her the finer points of being human. They were the first, after all, and they were somewhat making this up as they went. But she didn’t care. She was out of Heaven and she was out of Hell, and there was nothing holding her back from just reaching out and taking what she wanted-or touching, as the case may be.
Not that she needed to touch all that much. All she had to do was walk down the street, and she could feel the desires, the wants and needs rolling off the people like water. They flooded her senses and thoroughly amazed her with the carnality and obligation in some, and then the tenderness and enjoyment in others. It was so different from what she had known, what she was used to. Everything just had an entirely different texture, taste, sound, and she wanted to reach out and soak up it all, suck in as much of it as she could before it was taken away from her again.
The woman she’d happened to possess was far from a virgin-newlywed, actually, and one of the few love marriages that had happened at the time. She had chosen her meat suit carefully, taking into account their lifestyle and rituals for the things she wanted to experience. She didn’t want someone who’d married for wealth or land-people of prestige didn’t indulge, didn’t savor things the way that she felt they should. Sex was a formality, a way to produce heirs. And that wasn’t the kind of act she wanted to participate in. No, this woman was common folk, pretty with long legs and soft curves. She and her husband were a happy union, coming off that brief period after marriage where they had spent more time in bed than out of it, and the happiness the woman felt glowed inside her, warming the body Avnas had possessed. It was uncomfortable at first, the way things happened to settle in, and the way the skin, muscle and bones wrapped around her, but she got used to it eventually, managing to master the way the hips were supposed to sway when she walked, and the way her voice purred when she talked. They were smooth tones that just slipped over the tongue with ease. She could feel the way the men watched her, the desire burning in their eyes, and she knew she had made the right choice.
She had been wandering through the kitchen area of where they were living when he came up behind her, pulling her close against him and nudging her head to the side so that his lips could taste the skin at the base of her neck. The sensation was exquisite, the soft brush lips combined with the hinting tease of tongue, and she couldn’t suppress the giddy giggle that bubbled up through her chest. She could feel the brush of teeth against her skin as he smiled, before getting a bit more aggressive, adding those teeth to the mix as he was nipping lightly, and that evoked a soft moan when she felt a small pull in the pit of her stomach. Or was that her stomach? It was the pull of warmth and sensation and she pushed her body back against him, trying to figure out a way to reciprocate the sensations she was feeling, make him feel the same way she was. That was when he turned her around, his hands holding her hips firmly against his as he leaned in to kiss her.
The kiss alone went straight to her head. It seemed more intimate, almost, than the act itself, the warm mingling of lips and tongue. She could taste the desire and need on the tip of his tongue and it spread through her more warmly than the woman’s happiness had, making her toes curl into the ground beneath her, wanting to feel his body even closer than it already was. She finally moved her arms from their place at her sides, letting herself touch for herself as fingers trailed over the stark contrast of warm muscle, scratchy clothes and sunburned skin. The clothes were mostly in the way, as far as she was concerned, and he seemed to agree with the sentiment, when he finally dragged her from the room and back to the more private end of the quarters, practically throwing her down on the mess of blankets and rugs that they were using for a makeshift bed, and moving from the foreplay to the main event.
It was a bit rough, but she wasn’t complaining. There was a certain kind of grit to it, a rawness that she craved. She dug into her meat suit’s experience and tried to use it to her advantage, but there was far too much of what he was doing for her to enjoy that she didn’t press the issue, just let go and savored every sensation as it happened, until there was that final escape of release, and both their bodies just collapsed back on the bed, savoring the moment and just basking in the afterglow. His hands swept over her sides, pulling her in closer as lips continued to suck and taste against the curve of her neck and she sighed happily, just leaning back and letting him take over for the ride once again.
She could really get used to this.
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Big black shape with eyes of fire // Telling people their desire
She was young and overeager. It was her first possession, and she didn’t exactly have a demon that’s been at this longer to give her the finer points of being human. They were the first, after all, and they were somewhat making this up as they went. But she didn’t care. She was out of Heaven and she was out of Hell, and there was nothing holding her back from just reaching out and taking what she wanted-or touching, as the case may be.
Not that she needed to touch all that much. All she had to do was walk down the street, and she could feel the desires, the wants and needs rolling off the people like water. They flooded her senses and thoroughly amazed her with the carnality and obligation in some, and then the tenderness and enjoyment in others. It was so different from what she had known, what she was used to. Everything just had an entirely different texture, taste, sound, and she wanted to reach out and soak up it all, suck in as much of it as she could before it was taken away from her again.
The woman she’d happened to possess was far from a virgin-newlywed, actually, and one of the few love marriages that had happened at the time. She had chosen her meat suit carefully, taking into account their lifestyle and rituals for the things she wanted to experience. She didn’t want someone who’d married for wealth or land-people of prestige didn’t indulge, didn’t savor things the way that she felt they should. Sex was a formality, a way to produce heirs. And that wasn’t the kind of act she wanted to participate in. No, this woman was common folk, pretty with long legs and soft curves. She and her husband were a happy union, coming off that brief period after marriage where they had spent more time in bed than out of it, and the happiness the woman felt glowed inside her, warming the body Avnas had possessed. It was uncomfortable at first, the way things happened to settle in, and the way the skin, muscle and bones wrapped around her, but she got used to it eventually, managing to master the way the hips were supposed to sway when she walked, and the way her voice purred when she talked. They were smooth tones that just slipped over the tongue with ease. She could feel the way the men watched her, the desire burning in their eyes, and she knew she had made the right choice.
She had been wandering through the kitchen area of where they were living when he came up behind her, pulling her close against him and nudging her head to the side so that his lips could taste the skin at the base of her neck. The sensation was exquisite, the soft brush lips combined with the hinting tease of tongue, and she couldn’t suppress the giddy giggle that bubbled up through her chest. She could feel the brush of teeth against her skin as he smiled, before getting a bit more aggressive, adding those teeth to the mix as he was nipping lightly, and that evoked a soft moan when she felt a small pull in the pit of her stomach. Or was that her stomach? It was the pull of warmth and sensation and she pushed her body back against him, trying to figure out a way to reciprocate the sensations she was feeling, make him feel the same way she was. That was when he turned her around, his hands holding her hips firmly against his as he leaned in to kiss her.
The kiss alone went straight to her head. It seemed more intimate, almost, than the act itself, the warm mingling of lips and tongue. She could taste the desire and need on the tip of his tongue and it spread through her more warmly than the woman’s happiness had, making her toes curl into the ground beneath her, wanting to feel his body even closer than it already was. She finally moved her arms from their place at her sides, letting herself touch for herself as fingers trailed over the stark contrast of warm muscle, scratchy clothes and sunburned skin. The clothes were mostly in the way, as far as she was concerned, and he seemed to agree with the sentiment, when he finally dragged her from the room and back to the more private end of the quarters, practically throwing her down on the mess of blankets and rugs that they were using for a makeshift bed, and moving from the foreplay to the main event.
It was a bit rough, but she wasn’t complaining. There was a certain kind of grit to it, a rawness that she craved. She dug into her meat suit’s experience and tried to use it to her advantage, but there was far too much of what he was doing for her to enjoy that she didn’t press the issue, just let go and savored every sensation as it happened, until there was that final escape of release, and both their bodies just collapsed back on the bed, savoring the moment and just basking in the afterglow. His hands swept over her sides, pulling her in closer as lips continued to suck and taste against the curve of her neck and she sighed happily, just leaning back and letting him take over for the ride once again.
She could really get used to this.
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