FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 11/12
Title: Dance With the Devil (Part 11/12, completed fic)
Author: snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman's Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, Torsten/OCs, Laura/OCs,Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings: Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3)
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary: Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York's elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N: A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn't have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.
("Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," I sobbed into his ear, clutching him with all my limbs, shaking underneath him in orgasm. And again he became my Daddy for me, whispering "Laura" in my ear over and over, fucking the pain out of me, fucking the hurt out of me until it ran down over his balls, smeared all over our thighs. This was yet another deflowering, a broken and bruised Laura being slain, and I squeezed my pussy around his cock so that he would stay there forever, the only man who had ever been worthy to claim me this way. With his sperm, he washed my violation out of me; with his tongue, he kissed my pussy into bloom and took it again, again until we were both exhausted, spent.
"Laura, Laura," he whispered into my ear as he lay on top of me, an incantation, a spell, a summoning of my true essence. One crowned with laurels, his empress, his queen, just like he'd always said. And with his kisses he crowned my brow anew; with his cock swimming in sperm and my sweetness, he re-anointed me; with the weight of his body he enthroned me. A restoration, a resurrection, the sound of water and leaves whispering around me and he the very forest itself, the darkness we had sprung from, he a Sweden alive and humming in my arms.)