I'm not sure if I should be posting this [ficlet]
Hello everyoneeezzz
Turtle here. I managed to squeeze in some time and wrote something short
...which is not very nice
...and also probably not the kind of fic you guys wanna read
...but im posting it anyway.
Not proof read, not edited not whatever zzzzz
Warning: adult content.
"Ah...ah...Your Majesty.."
Jing yanked the man's hair upwards irritably and watched the muscles of his tanned back ripple with the strain. It was different. It was dull.
His rhythm didn't change despite the lack of excitement. There was no use expending energy on something he had no interest in. A stray strand of hair slid off the man's shoulder and Jing's keen eyes immediately caught sight and of a small, dark spot in his skin. A birthmark, perhaps.
An inexplicable fury trembled in his gut. His skin was perfect-- free from any marks save the ones Jing himself had put there. But this, this scarcely excited him.
As he squeezed what pleasure he could from the situation, his mind kept returning to that prideful bandit who threatened to kill himself whenever Jing went to the Yuelong house. Focusing on the memory of Lu Cang's body, Jing gave a few more hurried thrusts and released himself.
He nonchalantly pulled out and almost exploded at the ugliness of the shocked cry that didn't belong to that certain bandit. Containing his unhappiness, Jing quickly wiped himself and retied his belt.
"Your Majesty..."
Jing felt the ghost of a touch upon his knuckle as the man reached out for his hand.
How dare you--
Without blinking, Jing drew the dagger in his belt and swung around like a deadly fan, cutting open the man's throat and almost severing his head.
Blood sprewed fourth in spurts from the open carotid artery, pooling faster than the soiled bedsheets could soak and dribbling onto the parquet floor. The cut was so deep the white of the bone could be seen, and his head, barely attached to the body, lolled back obscenely as the failing heart foolishly pushed what little blood was left out of the body. Jing coldly watched the man choke on his own blood and saliva for the last few times and casually walked out of the room, leaving the sickening sound of the man's dying gurgles behind.
-end-
Hurh. Okay back to work for me.
Chapter 6 will come in about 2-3 weeks. Im still on hiatus.
Turtle here. I managed to squeeze in some time and wrote something short
...which is not very nice
...and also probably not the kind of fic you guys wanna read
...but im posting it anyway.
Not proof read, not edited not whatever zzzzz
Warning: adult content.
"Ah...ah...Your Majesty.."
Jing yanked the man's hair upwards irritably and watched the muscles of his tanned back ripple with the strain. It was different. It was dull.
His rhythm didn't change despite the lack of excitement. There was no use expending energy on something he had no interest in. A stray strand of hair slid off the man's shoulder and Jing's keen eyes immediately caught sight and of a small, dark spot in his skin. A birthmark, perhaps.
An inexplicable fury trembled in his gut. His skin was perfect-- free from any marks save the ones Jing himself had put there. But this, this scarcely excited him.
As he squeezed what pleasure he could from the situation, his mind kept returning to that prideful bandit who threatened to kill himself whenever Jing went to the Yuelong house. Focusing on the memory of Lu Cang's body, Jing gave a few more hurried thrusts and released himself.
He nonchalantly pulled out and almost exploded at the ugliness of the shocked cry that didn't belong to that certain bandit. Containing his unhappiness, Jing quickly wiped himself and retied his belt.
"Your Majesty..."
Jing felt the ghost of a touch upon his knuckle as the man reached out for his hand.
How dare you--
Without blinking, Jing drew the dagger in his belt and swung around like a deadly fan, cutting open the man's throat and almost severing his head.
Blood sprewed fourth in spurts from the open carotid artery, pooling faster than the soiled bedsheets could soak and dribbling onto the parquet floor. The cut was so deep the white of the bone could be seen, and his head, barely attached to the body, lolled back obscenely as the failing heart foolishly pushed what little blood was left out of the body. Jing coldly watched the man choke on his own blood and saliva for the last few times and casually walked out of the room, leaving the sickening sound of the man's dying gurgles behind.
-end-
Hurh. Okay back to work for me.
Chapter 6 will come in about 2-3 weeks. Im still on hiatus.