BSG: You can't handle the badfic!
Title: The Depth of Their Hunger
Author: Morwen Peredhil
Pairing: Kara/Lee/and something very DARK and DISTURBING
Rating: Very very very strong M, OMG! VERY DARK fic, people!
Warnings: Badsex. Badfic. Misuse of foodstuffs. If you read it, you may go blind or mad - or both.
Spoilers: Through LDYB2
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Kara needs something only Lee can give her, and together they plumb the depths of DEPRAVITY.
Inspired by the recent incident that earned BSG fandom another appearance in fandom_wank, and by the subsequent DARK and DISTURBING smut with which queenofthorns has scarred our fragile psyches. YOU MAY NOT BE ABLE TO HANDLE THIS! :-P
Lee looms over his nude captive as she frantically tests her bonds. He can tell the exact moment she realizes that she is not going anywhere until he releases her. Dark satisfaction fills his cerulean orbs.
Leaning down to her shell-like ear - noting at the same time that her golden tresses could really use a deep-conditioning treatment - he whispers, "You are mine. I can do anything to you I desire. Anything."
The gag muffles Kara's squeals of outrage and what he assumes are dire threats and insults about his increased avoirdupois. He laughs indulgently.
"You said you'd do anything for those antibiotics, but you know what I think? I think you want...this." He pulls it from its hiding place.
She whimpers once, then is silent. Her eyes beg him to stop, to release her, to have mercy, to do it please do it please do it. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lifts the chopsticks from the bowl.
"You've never told your husband what you really want, have you? But I know. He can't give you what I can." Her eyes helplessly follow the path of the chopsticks as they penetrate the tangle of noodles in the depths of the bowl, ravaging free several long strands.
As the first drops of sesame sauce bespatter her belly, the muscles under its skin quiver enticingly. Lee ignores his urgent, weeping cock, concentrating fully on arousing Kara to a fever pitch. Again and again he trails dripping noodles over her trembling flesh, then raises them to his mouth and allows them to slide sensually down his throat. He should slow down, he knows, but it has been so long since they have played this game.
The noodles gone, he tongues the sauce from her slick folds until she explodes in his mouth. Her muffled cries, not of protest this time, push him over the edge. Into her he plunges, the flower of her womanhood clutching him so tightly that he lasts only a few thrusts before pouring his white-hot mansauce into her and collapsing.
Kara is trying to say something again. After levering himself off her with a grunt, Lee tenderly removes the gag. "...can't frakking breathe, you frakking idiot!" He considers putting the gag back in, but his better nature compels him to untie her instead, and they spend the rest of the night in loving embrace, glued together by sesame sauce, among other things.
The End
I apologize for this fic. I really do.
Author: Morwen Peredhil
Pairing: Kara/Lee/and something very DARK and DISTURBING
Rating: Very very very strong M, OMG! VERY DARK fic, people!
Warnings: Badsex. Badfic. Misuse of foodstuffs. If you read it, you may go blind or mad - or both.
Spoilers: Through LDYB2
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Kara needs something only Lee can give her, and together they plumb the depths of DEPRAVITY.
Inspired by the recent incident that earned BSG fandom another appearance in fandom_wank, and by the subsequent DARK and DISTURBING smut with which queenofthorns has scarred our fragile psyches. YOU MAY NOT BE ABLE TO HANDLE THIS! :-P
Lee looms over his nude captive as she frantically tests her bonds. He can tell the exact moment she realizes that she is not going anywhere until he releases her. Dark satisfaction fills his cerulean orbs.
Leaning down to her shell-like ear - noting at the same time that her golden tresses could really use a deep-conditioning treatment - he whispers, "You are mine. I can do anything to you I desire. Anything."
The gag muffles Kara's squeals of outrage and what he assumes are dire threats and insults about his increased avoirdupois. He laughs indulgently.
"You said you'd do anything for those antibiotics, but you know what I think? I think you want...this." He pulls it from its hiding place.
She whimpers once, then is silent. Her eyes beg him to stop, to release her, to have mercy, to do it please do it please do it. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lifts the chopsticks from the bowl.
"You've never told your husband what you really want, have you? But I know. He can't give you what I can." Her eyes helplessly follow the path of the chopsticks as they penetrate the tangle of noodles in the depths of the bowl, ravaging free several long strands.
As the first drops of sesame sauce bespatter her belly, the muscles under its skin quiver enticingly. Lee ignores his urgent, weeping cock, concentrating fully on arousing Kara to a fever pitch. Again and again he trails dripping noodles over her trembling flesh, then raises them to his mouth and allows them to slide sensually down his throat. He should slow down, he knows, but it has been so long since they have played this game.
The noodles gone, he tongues the sauce from her slick folds until she explodes in his mouth. Her muffled cries, not of protest this time, push him over the edge. Into her he plunges, the flower of her womanhood clutching him so tightly that he lasts only a few thrusts before pouring his white-hot mansauce into her and collapsing.
Kara is trying to say something again. After levering himself off her with a grunt, Lee tenderly removes the gag. "...can't frakking breathe, you frakking idiot!" He considers putting the gag back in, but his better nature compels him to untie her instead, and they spend the rest of the night in loving embrace, glued together by sesame sauce, among other things.
The End
I apologize for this fic. I really do.