Challenge #53 - Taming Of Love's Beasts!
Title: Taming Of Love's Beasts
Challenge: #53 - Romance - Apocalyptica
Media: Original Fiction
Rating: M - Mature Themes, Sexuality
Notes/Warnings: Believe me when I say, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS INNER BEAST CAME FROM. Thanks to fallenidol_453 for beta'ing this one for me BEFORE I posted it. :P
Taming of Love’s Beasts
The tendrils of her hair framed her slender face, accentuating those beautiful features in the subdued light offered by the golden candelabra. An eerie glow emitted from the fireplace, crackling and moaning an ominous sound at the end of the room.
She wasn’t sure why she had come tonight, why she would put herself in such chance for peril, but then she remembered those eyes, the eyes that had pled with her to come there. She closed her own for a moment and saw him in her mind, desperately trying to convince here that what he was did not matter that only the strength and enormity of his love for her mattered.
But she could not hide the fear that beat so rapidly in her chest and she was fearful she might faint any moment. This would be the night that changed her life forever but she was willing to take that step, even though she tasted the fear in her mouth a bitter gall. It was of little consequence for the emotions he had evoked within her and his touch was all she craved now.
Drawn to the warmth of the fire, she carefully stepped closer and waited. She was so vulnerable at that moment, frail and weak compared to the strength he possessed, but her wish was that he would lend her only a small portion of his strength so that she might survive.
The sound of his heavy breathing was amplified throughout the room as he entered, but she dared not turn around to face him, not yet. As he stepped closer, she felt her body respond to him, trembling with anticipation and desire.
"You came. Why did you come, my love?" he asked from behind her, his voice thick and husky.
"You gave me no alternative. If I am to be with you, I had to come. I....I love you, Sebastian and I cannot rid myself of these feelings I have for you. It is time. I am here, do what you must, make me yours forever," she demanded, her chest heaving with a myriad of emotions, almost sweeping her away.
His hands were possessive as he touched her, leaning into her with his body and pressing her against him. She let out an audible moan and tried to form herself to him, desperately seeking his strength.
"This is not how I wanted it to end for you, my love. Your life is so very precious to me, but I am but a selfish monster and I cannot exist one day without you. Forgive me Angelica. Forgive me, I beg you," he moaned and choked as he spoke.
"I already have. I already have," she whispered.
The tremors that began in his hands which now grasped her shoulder and waist were minor at first but soon her entire body was quaking along with his and she felt him beginning to change against her. She ached to be one with him in a way she could not explain and had never experienced.
His hand moved from her shoulder up the length of her neck as he quickly and carelessly whisked her hair out of is way, exposing her ivory skin to him. His tongue was hot and wet as it trailed from her shoulder up to the soft, sweet, innocent flesh of her neck and he could no longer contain himself.
He growled deeply in his chest and she felt it reverberate through her own. She moaned again and breathed his name, "Sebastian, Sebastian."
The sound was like an angel’s chorus to him, and it pushed him over the edge of humanity to the dark side of his creature - the beast that loomed within him.
His hands transformed against her skin and she felt the fur, soft and warm, pressing into her flesh but she also felt his nails and immense strength. She knew he could snap her in two like a dry twig if he had a mind to, but he wouldn’t.
The pain that he would administer to her wouldn’t last more than the night, and then they would be together, forever tethered and bound like the tightest strings of a harp in a twisted but lovely way.
The clothing he had been wearing, a suit she presumed from the way he always dressed, began to tear and rip, causing her to breathe quick pants of air as she closed her eyes and waited for him to administer the penetrating and possibly tearing bite to her flesh.
He pulled at her clothing, ripping some of it away as he struggled to become the beast, whispering her name one last time as the last shred of the man he was disappeared and was replaced with the beast.
She first felt his razor-like teeth against her shoulder, then on her neck. He was hesitating; she could feel it, and it that let her know that he was not all beast-like and deep inside of his monstrous form was a good heart, a good man.
He howled in agony as he clamped down on her beautiful, slender neck and she screamed as he seized her in his mouth. She did not struggle, but rather succumbed to his might and soon fell, appearing lifeless in his grip.
The animal that he was sobbed and howled and writhed, holding her gently against his chest until he could overcome his guilt for what he had done. He then carried her to the large master bed chamber and laid her upon the canopied bed, whose white satin was now drenched with her scarlet blood.
He lay down beside her, curling up around her body like a cat as he wept over her body for hours. As they lay there together, the beast subsided and he finally became a man again, looking upon his love with remorse and disgust for what he had done to her.
The hours passed. He became fearful that he had done too much damage, causing the death of the only thing he had ever loved in this world. But when morning came and a small amount of light filtered in under the heavy velvet drapes, she stirred in his arms and he stopped breathing, waiting for her to come back to him.
But she began to tremble, quakes that shook the entire bed, as she ripped at the remnants of her clothing, trying to relive her body of its torturous pain. Then she lithely crouched above him on all fours and threw her head back, letting out a screeching howl of agony as she burst forth into a beast---the beast he had created.
He could not be remorseful now, for her beauty was beyond words and seeing her like this forced him to change himself again. She jumped off the bed and landed on her back in the floor, submissive to her mate as he came to her.
She had longed to make love to him for what seemed like an eternity, but for them their beastly desires must be satisfied before they could consummate their love as man and woman. This was a level of desire that could never be achieved as the frail human creature, so together they ravished each other as beasts until they fell upon one another exhausted from their lustful journey.
When they had both changed again, he picked her up from the floor and moved her gently to their bed.
"I thought I had lost you," he wept against her breast.
"Never, my love. I would never leave you. And now we are joined in a way that no one could ever separate."
And with that, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her with all of the pent up passions any man could ever have for a woman. He took her, loving her gently and claiming her as his forevermore.
Challenge: #53 - Romance - Apocalyptica
Media: Original Fiction
Rating: M - Mature Themes, Sexuality
Notes/Warnings: Believe me when I say, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS INNER BEAST CAME FROM. Thanks to fallenidol_453 for beta'ing this one for me BEFORE I posted it. :P
Taming of Love’s Beasts
The tendrils of her hair framed her slender face, accentuating those beautiful features in the subdued light offered by the golden candelabra. An eerie glow emitted from the fireplace, crackling and moaning an ominous sound at the end of the room.
She wasn’t sure why she had come tonight, why she would put herself in such chance for peril, but then she remembered those eyes, the eyes that had pled with her to come there. She closed her own for a moment and saw him in her mind, desperately trying to convince here that what he was did not matter that only the strength and enormity of his love for her mattered.
But she could not hide the fear that beat so rapidly in her chest and she was fearful she might faint any moment. This would be the night that changed her life forever but she was willing to take that step, even though she tasted the fear in her mouth a bitter gall. It was of little consequence for the emotions he had evoked within her and his touch was all she craved now.
Drawn to the warmth of the fire, she carefully stepped closer and waited. She was so vulnerable at that moment, frail and weak compared to the strength he possessed, but her wish was that he would lend her only a small portion of his strength so that she might survive.
The sound of his heavy breathing was amplified throughout the room as he entered, but she dared not turn around to face him, not yet. As he stepped closer, she felt her body respond to him, trembling with anticipation and desire.
"You came. Why did you come, my love?" he asked from behind her, his voice thick and husky.
"You gave me no alternative. If I am to be with you, I had to come. I....I love you, Sebastian and I cannot rid myself of these feelings I have for you. It is time. I am here, do what you must, make me yours forever," she demanded, her chest heaving with a myriad of emotions, almost sweeping her away.
His hands were possessive as he touched her, leaning into her with his body and pressing her against him. She let out an audible moan and tried to form herself to him, desperately seeking his strength.
"This is not how I wanted it to end for you, my love. Your life is so very precious to me, but I am but a selfish monster and I cannot exist one day without you. Forgive me Angelica. Forgive me, I beg you," he moaned and choked as he spoke.
"I already have. I already have," she whispered.
The tremors that began in his hands which now grasped her shoulder and waist were minor at first but soon her entire body was quaking along with his and she felt him beginning to change against her. She ached to be one with him in a way she could not explain and had never experienced.
His hand moved from her shoulder up the length of her neck as he quickly and carelessly whisked her hair out of is way, exposing her ivory skin to him. His tongue was hot and wet as it trailed from her shoulder up to the soft, sweet, innocent flesh of her neck and he could no longer contain himself.
He growled deeply in his chest and she felt it reverberate through her own. She moaned again and breathed his name, "Sebastian, Sebastian."
The sound was like an angel’s chorus to him, and it pushed him over the edge of humanity to the dark side of his creature - the beast that loomed within him.
His hands transformed against her skin and she felt the fur, soft and warm, pressing into her flesh but she also felt his nails and immense strength. She knew he could snap her in two like a dry twig if he had a mind to, but he wouldn’t.
The pain that he would administer to her wouldn’t last more than the night, and then they would be together, forever tethered and bound like the tightest strings of a harp in a twisted but lovely way.
The clothing he had been wearing, a suit she presumed from the way he always dressed, began to tear and rip, causing her to breathe quick pants of air as she closed her eyes and waited for him to administer the penetrating and possibly tearing bite to her flesh.
He pulled at her clothing, ripping some of it away as he struggled to become the beast, whispering her name one last time as the last shred of the man he was disappeared and was replaced with the beast.
She first felt his razor-like teeth against her shoulder, then on her neck. He was hesitating; she could feel it, and it that let her know that he was not all beast-like and deep inside of his monstrous form was a good heart, a good man.
He howled in agony as he clamped down on her beautiful, slender neck and she screamed as he seized her in his mouth. She did not struggle, but rather succumbed to his might and soon fell, appearing lifeless in his grip.
The animal that he was sobbed and howled and writhed, holding her gently against his chest until he could overcome his guilt for what he had done. He then carried her to the large master bed chamber and laid her upon the canopied bed, whose white satin was now drenched with her scarlet blood.
He lay down beside her, curling up around her body like a cat as he wept over her body for hours. As they lay there together, the beast subsided and he finally became a man again, looking upon his love with remorse and disgust for what he had done to her.
The hours passed. He became fearful that he had done too much damage, causing the death of the only thing he had ever loved in this world. But when morning came and a small amount of light filtered in under the heavy velvet drapes, she stirred in his arms and he stopped breathing, waiting for her to come back to him.
But she began to tremble, quakes that shook the entire bed, as she ripped at the remnants of her clothing, trying to relive her body of its torturous pain. Then she lithely crouched above him on all fours and threw her head back, letting out a screeching howl of agony as she burst forth into a beast---the beast he had created.
He could not be remorseful now, for her beauty was beyond words and seeing her like this forced him to change himself again. She jumped off the bed and landed on her back in the floor, submissive to her mate as he came to her.
She had longed to make love to him for what seemed like an eternity, but for them their beastly desires must be satisfied before they could consummate their love as man and woman. This was a level of desire that could never be achieved as the frail human creature, so together they ravished each other as beasts until they fell upon one another exhausted from their lustful journey.
When they had both changed again, he picked her up from the floor and moved her gently to their bed.
"I thought I had lost you," he wept against her breast.
"Never, my love. I would never leave you. And now we are joined in a way that no one could ever separate."
And with that, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her with all of the pent up passions any man could ever have for a woman. He took her, loving her gently and claiming her as his forevermore.