To the Dreams of Young Women: Part One (Taiwan + China/Japan)
anonymous
February 8 2011, 03:07:28 UTC
I couldn't resist filling this one, no I couldn't.
It was early evening, and she sat with her face to the window. She gazed at the distant green mountains of her island home, watching the soft rays of sunlight shine through the slats in the window shades.
Save for the ribbon holding her voluminous hair in place, and the red nail polish on her toes, she was completely naked. The evening sun illuminated her fine skin beautifully, on her petite breasts, her upturned nose, the curve of her limbs, and the mossy hair in her secret place.
He had called her “Wan-chan”. How cute, but what would he think of her now, mind is full of wicked thoughts.
She eased into the bed sheets, stroking herself with one finger, then two fingers. With her other hand she cupped a delicate breast, kneading the pink nipple until it was completely hard. She felt herself slicken as she holds him in mind.
-
The ground was covered with newly-fallen snow. In the midst of the blizzard was a patch of red, marring the pure white landscape.
Two people, two brothers.
He lay his back, motionless, eyes staring blankly ahead. His fingers were hooked, as if to grasp at something long gone.
Looming above him is her beloved Gege, clad in robes as crimson red as Honda Kiku's spilt blood. Wang Yao unfastened the clasps on his robes, exposing his bare chest. He muttered something under his breath, an apology, as he stripped the other of his soiled yukata. A hand cupped on a cheek that he once kissed, that he'll kiss now.
His brother's body is still warm, and it does not take long for Yao to come, moving the others length in and out of himself. His own body shook as he spilled his essence into the pure white snow and he realized that he was shaking with sobs from nowhere.
He clutched the other close, letting the sound of the blizzard drown out his sobbing. And so he lay there, listening for a heartbeat that did not exist, until the falling snow covered them both.
To the Dreams of Yong Women: Part Two (Korea/Hong Kong)
anonymous
February 8 2011, 03:09:06 UTC
--
She comes, her body trembling like a violin string.
It was beautiful, too beautiful, she thought, wiping the tiniest dramatic tear from her cheek. She reckoned that if she published the doujinshi, young women like herself would buy it. But she refrains, out of good taste.
--
The head chef always made the most delicious marinade roasts.
Yong Soo sharpens the butcher's knife, one eye turned towards the back of the room. Strapped to the table, fully-awake and fully-undressed is his brother, Kha Loung.
“Please, stop!” he begs, but Yong Soo ignores him.
The first cut is the most painful. He brings down the knife, severing tendons and muscles. The scream that escapes from the other's most was not even human.
A familiar metallic scene filled the room. Yong Soo empties the blood into several basins; it will make for a lovely curdle soup later. Then, then he applied the tourniquet; it would do no good if the meat was not fresh from beginning to end.
The second cut comes easier, for his victim is dizzy from blood loss. Tears ran down his face as his screams turned into quiet whimpering.
Yong Soo cleans the meat, seasons it, all while Kha Loung watches. A gaggle of assistants flit here and there, not seeming to mind the grisly sight before them. The smell of cooking food - lemongrass and broth - fills the air, a stark contrast to what is unfolding before them.
Lovingly, he seasons the two legs, which have been stripped of hair and nails. Kha Loung is speechless as he smells his own flesh begin to roast in the oven.
A table is set next to him; everyone has arrived.
“You first, Hyung-nim!” Yong Soo exclaims.
Dressed in his finest dining attire is Teacher, who as nonchalant as everyone else.
“Thank you, Yong Soo.”
The shadowy figures in the room took their seats one by one, their identities not quite matching with this...this nightmare. There was Kiku, his face unreadable as ever as he takes his seat. There was Sister Yue, recognizing her influence in the dishes. There was Ivan, who has invited himself as usual. And then there was Sister Mei, giggling to the other guests.
“Jalmukesumneda!” Yong Soo exclaimed, and they all dug in.
He shot a quick glance at Kha Loung, watching all the while.
"It's delicious!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, the main dish is something special!"
-
Hm. She found that this one only served to make her hungry. She paused, withdrawing fingers that were sticky with residue.
Reaching under her bed, she found it. Ah, now that should do the trick. Straightening the pillows around her, she prepared to start anew.
is a gore whore and was forever exhilarated by the necrophilia ChinaxJapan. whyohwhydoIhavethesekinks It was sad and beautiful and creepy-hot you know? The angst? A delicious addition and I applaud you for it. And I love that it was the being-penetrated!necrophilia instead of the usual penetrating!necrophilia.
And vore oajioagjmriog yes yes yes thank you. I want steak now, sure, but idojfaogj yes <3 And I love KoreaxHong Kong. I like the use of their human names- it kind of makes it more intimate, especially since they're her family. Hong's fear and horror was amazing. I kind of want to sweep him up into a hug but I also want Korea to continue. Oh and his family eating him that poor kid ajgoijag
Taiwan is my bro forever- I swear. She needs more love. Thank you so much for filling this and sating my guro needs! Is it safe to assume you're going to continue? I'd love for more. *o* /greedy Please excuse my incoherency. I just was just super pleased with this fill.
captcha: alfred xcesed. Captcha what is that I don't even
It was early evening, and she sat with her face to the window. She gazed at the distant green mountains of her island home, watching the soft rays of sunlight shine through the slats in the window shades.
Save for the ribbon holding her voluminous hair in place, and the red nail polish on her toes, she was completely naked. The evening sun illuminated her fine skin beautifully, on her petite breasts, her upturned nose, the curve of her limbs, and the mossy hair in her secret place.
He had called her “Wan-chan”. How cute, but what would he think of her now, mind is full of wicked thoughts.
She eased into the bed sheets, stroking herself with one finger, then two fingers. With her other hand she cupped a delicate breast, kneading the pink nipple until it was completely hard. She felt herself slicken as she holds him in mind.
-
The ground was covered with newly-fallen snow. In the midst of the blizzard was a patch of red, marring the pure white landscape.
Two people, two brothers.
He lay his back, motionless, eyes staring blankly ahead. His fingers were hooked, as if to grasp at something long gone.
Looming above him is her beloved Gege, clad in robes as crimson red as Honda Kiku's spilt blood. Wang Yao unfastened the clasps on his robes, exposing his bare chest. He muttered something under his breath, an apology, as he stripped the other of his soiled yukata. A hand cupped on a cheek that he once kissed, that he'll kiss now.
His brother's body is still warm, and it does not take long for Yao to come, moving the others length in and out of himself. His own body shook as he spilled his essence into the pure white snow and he realized that he was shaking with sobs from nowhere.
He clutched the other close, letting the sound of the blizzard drown out his sobbing. And so he lay there, listening for a heartbeat that did not exist, until the falling snow covered them both.
It didn't, it shouldn't have end this way...
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She comes, her body trembling like a violin string.
It was beautiful, too beautiful, she thought, wiping the tiniest dramatic tear from her cheek. She reckoned that if she published the doujinshi, young women like herself would buy it. But she refrains, out of good taste.
--
The head chef always made the most delicious marinade roasts.
Yong Soo sharpens the butcher's knife, one eye turned towards the back of the room. Strapped to the table, fully-awake and fully-undressed is his brother, Kha Loung.
“Please, stop!” he begs, but Yong Soo ignores him.
The first cut is the most painful. He brings down the knife, severing tendons and muscles. The scream that escapes from the other's most was not even human.
A familiar metallic scene filled the room. Yong Soo empties the blood into several basins; it will make for a lovely curdle soup later. Then, then he applied the tourniquet; it would do no good if the meat was not fresh from beginning to end.
The second cut comes easier, for his victim is dizzy from blood loss. Tears ran down his face as his screams turned into quiet whimpering.
Yong Soo cleans the meat, seasons it, all while Kha Loung watches. A gaggle of assistants flit here and there, not seeming to mind the grisly sight before them. The smell of cooking food - lemongrass and broth - fills the air, a stark contrast to what is unfolding before them.
Lovingly, he seasons the two legs, which have been stripped of hair and nails. Kha Loung is speechless as he smells his own flesh begin to roast in the oven.
A table is set next to him; everyone has arrived.
“You first, Hyung-nim!” Yong Soo exclaims.
Dressed in his finest dining attire is Teacher, who as nonchalant as everyone else.
“Thank you, Yong Soo.”
The shadowy figures in the room took their seats one by one, their identities not quite matching with this...this nightmare. There was Kiku, his face unreadable as ever as he takes his seat. There was Sister Yue, recognizing her influence in the dishes. There was Ivan, who has invited himself as usual. And then there was Sister Mei, giggling to the other guests.
“Jalmukesumneda!” Yong Soo exclaimed, and they all dug in.
He shot a quick glance at Kha Loung, watching all the while.
"It's delicious!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, the main dish is something special!"
-
Hm. She found that this one only served to make her hungry. She paused, withdrawing fingers that were sticky with residue.
Reaching under her bed, she found it. Ah, now that should do the trick. Straightening the pillows around her, she prepared to start anew.
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And vore oajioagjmriog yes yes yes thank you. I want steak now, sure, but idojfaogj yes <3 And I love KoreaxHong Kong. I like the use of their human names- it kind of makes it more intimate, especially since they're her family.
Hong's fear and horror was amazing. I kind of want to sweep him up into a hug but I also want Korea to continue. Oh and his family eating him that poor kid ajgoijag
Taiwan is my bro forever- I swear. She needs more love.
Thank you so much for filling this and sating my guro needs! Is it safe to assume you're going to continue? I'd love for more. *o* /greedy
Please excuse my incoherency. I just was just super pleased with this fill.
captcha: alfred xcesed. Captcha what is that I don't even
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