2nd Annual Spartacus Kink Meme
What is a kink meme? You request a pairing and a prompt/kink (anonymously if you like), and someone else will fill that request anonymously (if they like). Check out the kink meme from last year for how this works in action. Post prompts about any season, character or pairing. Inspired by the venerable st_xi_kink .
Dates
Dates
- 3/25 - Prompting/Writing Begin Early ( Read more... )
By Ros Sawyer.
Prompt: lucretia/ilithyia - all they have left is each other
Lucretia knows little of where she is when she wakes. She had thought herself dead. She had risen, tentatively, and sought whichever kind soul had rescued her. She was trembling where she walked, her feet catching on the flagstone, her small trembles are not well hidden and yet Lucretia knows she needs help. She needs to know who it is who has saved her. She hated that she might see someone she had truly loathed, her hesitant smile blooming into a warmer smile as she took in Ilithya, her dear friend and now, thankfully, her saviour. Yes, she had cursed the girl when she left the home and yet she could not help but love the woman for saving her life, perhaps also her soul.
She had stepped closer, tripped and stumbled closer to Ilithya, grateful to her friend as the woman moved to embrace her, holding her there strongly. She had judged the girl poorly before now. She had tricked the girl a few times also and yet she cannot help but love the girl’s forgiveness. Yes, she is sure she will pay in time and yet, she cannot bring herself to care.
She allowed the girl to lower her to the bedding, embracing that she and Ilithya were no longer equal. She knew only that she and Ilithya would come to an agreement. True she had flinched backward at the sight of the woman’s ceremonial blade and yet she knew nothing but kindness as the girl cut just a little into her skin, a small mark that only the two would recognise. The small whimper of pain that escaped was soothed gently, Ilithya speaking quietly as she pulled back.
“I will see the fool dead, sweet Lucretia. If you will but say one thing?”
Lucretia had hesitated but spoken softly.
“What do you wish to hear?”
“That you will but agree to be mine?”
“Am I not already marked?”
“Mayhaps. Still I’d like to hear it from you.”
Ilithya had smiled, trailing a slow hand over Lucretia’s slim waist, her voice soft.
“If you wish to stay, that is…”
Lucretia had frozen, a single tear escaping her before she was able to close her eyes and gain some strength before she spoke, further tears causing her voice to shake in a way she would normally curse.
“Yes. I see.”
Lucretia had smiled sadly and spoken quietly.
“Then I am yours.”
Ilithya had smiled softly and spoken gently.
“Dearest, you are hurting.”
She had lowered herself slowly over Lucretia, her lips gently questing as her nimble hand slid between Lucretia’s thighs, turning sobs and sadness to moans and pleasure.
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