Day 6: "Pebbles" (Fairy Tales, Hansel and Gretel, NC17)
Title: Pebbles
Fandom: Fairy Tales
Characters: Hansel, Gretel, Witch
Rating: NC17
Words: ~700
Warnings: Uh, Hansel/Gretel. :D
A/N: Still no beta for these, still typo comments all good. Whee for back to the fairy tale-age. I'm less than sure this one works, but perhaps it does.
Pebbles
The first time they were alone, lost in the forest around them, Hansel smiled at Gretel and drew her close, tracing a trail on her body and calling it a map. He followed it, fingers reverently plucking at pebbled flesh, thighs and hips and lips following the careful trail until they knew they weren't lost any longer. She fell back, allowing him to lead the way, and let him take her home, time and again. It was easy to lose their way, after that, and easy to regain it; every day was a new opportunity.
They were, of course, careful; their path was forbidden and any watcher or listener might cause the end. It wasn't enough. They were caught and banished by their jealous stepmother, who was angry that they had found this horrible, taboo joy where she had none. Their only comfort was that in her outrage it hadn't occurred to her to banish them separately, and so they went, alone together, deeper into the wood.
The dwelling they found there lured them, seductive with tastes and smells they couldn’t resist, and easily enough, they were inside, fingers brushing against each warm surface as the walls themselves held them in place, tasting and groaning and sating themselves.
And then, there was the witch.
She came upon them just as he was pushing a sweet between her lips, and in an instant, he was held fast, caged next to his sister, frightened but fascinated as the witch stepped closer and picked up another sweet.
Gretel opened her lips and allowed the witch in, her head falling back as the heat built around her, and Hansel watched, eyes wide, as the map home was traced, roughly and with wicked fingers.
His body reacted to the sight of Gretel, sprawled backward on the floor, sweating, legs wide, fingers flexing against the sugar, and if what they had been doing before was wrong, it was surely wronger to watch her with another, grasping at his own body with every move she made.
The witch looked up at him, clear-eyed and knowing, her gaze fastening on his face or a long moment before moving to his hand, and then she turned back to Gretel. "The heat is getting to him, my dear," she whispered. "Boys are delicate, dangerous things that way."
Gretel nodded and turned her head to watch him as he was watching her. She pushed sweat-damp tendrils of hair off her neck and reached with her other hand to catch the witch's wrist. "He'll like it even better if he watches me enjoying you. He likes to watch me eat; you saw."
The witch hesitated, but Gretel looked innocent and fair and gasping with need, so with a sly smile she crawled forward, straddling Gretel's shoulders. She looked back at Hansel, at his fist still moving, at the tension of his body, and laughed as Gretel's tongue reached her. She looked back to assure Gretel's fingers were still working between her legs, then rocked her hips and chuckled again.
Hansel bit his lip and pumped his fist faster, watching the air shimmer as the heat grew around them all, smelling the mingled scents of the three of them, and waited.
He knew she wasn't so fickle as to enjoy another, and as the witch's attention faltered, as her thighs tightened around Gretel's jaw, he saw he was right. As the witch succumbed to the heat, her green-tinged chin pointing up as she grotesquely pinched her own pebbled nipples, Gretel's fingers closed around the jagged edges of an icing-spike, and easily, quickly, she brought it up, piercing the witch with her own sweet sword, then pushing her off and rising to her feet, and Hansel couldn't wait another moment, spurting his release through the bars of the cage, onto Gretel, who smiled, and onto the body of the witch, which twitched and crystallized at the first drop.
"Dangerous," Gretel repeated.
"Dangerous," Hansel agreed, reaching for her now that she was near.
It was but a moment's work for her to let him free, and then, with his fingers careful on the path, he led her home.
Fandom: Fairy Tales
Characters: Hansel, Gretel, Witch
Rating: NC17
Words: ~700
Warnings: Uh, Hansel/Gretel. :D
A/N: Still no beta for these, still typo comments all good. Whee for back to the fairy tale-age. I'm less than sure this one works, but perhaps it does.
Pebbles
The first time they were alone, lost in the forest around them, Hansel smiled at Gretel and drew her close, tracing a trail on her body and calling it a map. He followed it, fingers reverently plucking at pebbled flesh, thighs and hips and lips following the careful trail until they knew they weren't lost any longer. She fell back, allowing him to lead the way, and let him take her home, time and again. It was easy to lose their way, after that, and easy to regain it; every day was a new opportunity.
They were, of course, careful; their path was forbidden and any watcher or listener might cause the end. It wasn't enough. They were caught and banished by their jealous stepmother, who was angry that they had found this horrible, taboo joy where she had none. Their only comfort was that in her outrage it hadn't occurred to her to banish them separately, and so they went, alone together, deeper into the wood.
The dwelling they found there lured them, seductive with tastes and smells they couldn’t resist, and easily enough, they were inside, fingers brushing against each warm surface as the walls themselves held them in place, tasting and groaning and sating themselves.
And then, there was the witch.
She came upon them just as he was pushing a sweet between her lips, and in an instant, he was held fast, caged next to his sister, frightened but fascinated as the witch stepped closer and picked up another sweet.
Gretel opened her lips and allowed the witch in, her head falling back as the heat built around her, and Hansel watched, eyes wide, as the map home was traced, roughly and with wicked fingers.
His body reacted to the sight of Gretel, sprawled backward on the floor, sweating, legs wide, fingers flexing against the sugar, and if what they had been doing before was wrong, it was surely wronger to watch her with another, grasping at his own body with every move she made.
The witch looked up at him, clear-eyed and knowing, her gaze fastening on his face or a long moment before moving to his hand, and then she turned back to Gretel. "The heat is getting to him, my dear," she whispered. "Boys are delicate, dangerous things that way."
Gretel nodded and turned her head to watch him as he was watching her. She pushed sweat-damp tendrils of hair off her neck and reached with her other hand to catch the witch's wrist. "He'll like it even better if he watches me enjoying you. He likes to watch me eat; you saw."
The witch hesitated, but Gretel looked innocent and fair and gasping with need, so with a sly smile she crawled forward, straddling Gretel's shoulders. She looked back at Hansel, at his fist still moving, at the tension of his body, and laughed as Gretel's tongue reached her. She looked back to assure Gretel's fingers were still working between her legs, then rocked her hips and chuckled again.
Hansel bit his lip and pumped his fist faster, watching the air shimmer as the heat grew around them all, smelling the mingled scents of the three of them, and waited.
He knew she wasn't so fickle as to enjoy another, and as the witch's attention faltered, as her thighs tightened around Gretel's jaw, he saw he was right. As the witch succumbed to the heat, her green-tinged chin pointing up as she grotesquely pinched her own pebbled nipples, Gretel's fingers closed around the jagged edges of an icing-spike, and easily, quickly, she brought it up, piercing the witch with her own sweet sword, then pushing her off and rising to her feet, and Hansel couldn't wait another moment, spurting his release through the bars of the cage, onto Gretel, who smiled, and onto the body of the witch, which twitched and crystallized at the first drop.
"Dangerous," Gretel repeated.
"Dangerous," Hansel agreed, reaching for her now that she was near.
It was but a moment's work for her to let him free, and then, with his fingers careful on the path, he led her home.