A make-up drabble for wrist_on_wing
I'm the substitute writer for this drabble - Tonks, blood, any rating were the requirements. Hope this suffices!
Love & Serpents' Kisses,
Anath.
Title: Scarlet Heat
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Tonks/Ginny
Summary: 160 -word drabble; Tonks discovers that she likes to bleed…
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Warnings: Femmeslash, bloodplay, BDSM
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K Rowling. The yummy femmeslash is my doing.
Her younger lover weaves a web of sensual erotic decadence, and Tonks finds she cannot, or does not wish to, break away.
Arching her body upwards, begging wordlessly as the silk scarves bind her wrists and the swelling of a ball gag fills her mouth, Tonks cannot resist the biting sting of a riding crop on her bare thighs, exploring fingers at the tight hot pucker of her anal entrance, or the sharp ache of Ginny’s teeth sinking into her throat.
It is the searing silver tip of a blade that mesmerises Tonks now, as Ginny dances the weapon across her beloved’s naked skin, slicing delicate red weals across the surface of Tonks’ breasts. Scarlet heat streams down over soft pale flesh, tinting Ginny’s warm lips a deeper coral as she bends to Tonks’ nipples, sucking the ruby droplets into her eager mouth, tasting Tonks’ luscious pain with lips that bring dark kisses full of heavenly sin, of rapturous lust.
Love & Serpents' Kisses,
Anath.
Title: Scarlet Heat
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Tonks/Ginny
Summary: 160 -word drabble; Tonks discovers that she likes to bleed…
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Warnings: Femmeslash, bloodplay, BDSM
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K Rowling. The yummy femmeslash is my doing.
Her younger lover weaves a web of sensual erotic decadence, and Tonks finds she cannot, or does not wish to, break away.
Arching her body upwards, begging wordlessly as the silk scarves bind her wrists and the swelling of a ball gag fills her mouth, Tonks cannot resist the biting sting of a riding crop on her bare thighs, exploring fingers at the tight hot pucker of her anal entrance, or the sharp ache of Ginny’s teeth sinking into her throat.
It is the searing silver tip of a blade that mesmerises Tonks now, as Ginny dances the weapon across her beloved’s naked skin, slicing delicate red weals across the surface of Tonks’ breasts. Scarlet heat streams down over soft pale flesh, tinting Ginny’s warm lips a deeper coral as she bends to Tonks’ nipples, sucking the ruby droplets into her eager mouth, tasting Tonks’ luscious pain with lips that bring dark kisses full of heavenly sin, of rapturous lust.