Bonus smut!
So, there's this straight up, NC-17 pornography that I've been hoarding away, because I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it on el jay or not, but hey, that's what the "explicit adult content" warning is for, right? ;)
This is Part 2 of the Diederich/Deryaa porn that Ismae's player wrote for me. Enjoy. ^_~ ♥
* * *
Underneath his hands, the boy shuddered with disgust, and the part of
the death knight that had once been the pride of Silvermoon took
offense. There was a time when a piece of trash like this would have
hungered for his touch, for his wealth and his status. At least, he
would have hid his revulsion a little better.
The death knight dug two grimy fingers into the boy's mouth, and in
shock, the warlock bit down, first in surprise and then in real
viciousness. If he were alive, he would have bled, he might even have
lost the fingers, but now they were cold and hard, almost insensible.
He shoved them deeper into the boy's mouth, as if he intended to rip
his tongue out by the roots.
“Bite all you like,” he muttered, “I don't want to listen to you scream.”
The boy's eyes flew up to his face in confusion, but then he realized
the intent of the death knight's words when his trousers were ripped
off without care. Thin material, shoddy cloth, the death knight
thought, and then he could see the warlock's pale skin, grubby in the
dirt, but still so much cleaner than his own dead flesh.
“You're still hard,” the death knight commented dispassionately,
taking the boy's cock in his hand. He was rough, and soon pleasured
writhing turned to something more pained. The boy dug his heels into
the dirt, trying to desperately to pull away, but the death knight's
fingers were like a hook in his mouth.
The warlock's climax was wrenched from him like an arm from its
socket, and the boy's teeth clamped deep into the death knight's
fingers. He didn't scream, but tears squeezed from the corner of his
eyes, cutting clean paths in the filth on his face.
The death knight flexed his hand once, regarding the boy's semen on
his fingers. It would do, he thought, and the warlock cried out when
he felt a finger slick with his own spendings push inside him.
He was growing louder, protesting, thrashing, and yes, crying in
earnest, and the death knight ignored him, concentrating instead on
working first one then two fingers inside the boy's body.
The boy was struggling but the death knight noticed with some
astonishment that he was becoming aroused again.
“What kind of witch's boy are you?” he muttered. “Are you some
sucubus's bastard given a more pleasing form?”
The boy shook his head, as much as he could with the death knight's
fingers in his mouth, and the look that he gave the death knight was
as much pleading as it was pitiful.
“Let's see if I can give you something you won't like, little living boy...”
This is Part 2 of the Diederich/Deryaa porn that Ismae's player wrote for me. Enjoy. ^_~ ♥
* * *
Underneath his hands, the boy shuddered with disgust, and the part of
the death knight that had once been the pride of Silvermoon took
offense. There was a time when a piece of trash like this would have
hungered for his touch, for his wealth and his status. At least, he
would have hid his revulsion a little better.
The death knight dug two grimy fingers into the boy's mouth, and in
shock, the warlock bit down, first in surprise and then in real
viciousness. If he were alive, he would have bled, he might even have
lost the fingers, but now they were cold and hard, almost insensible.
He shoved them deeper into the boy's mouth, as if he intended to rip
his tongue out by the roots.
“Bite all you like,” he muttered, “I don't want to listen to you scream.”
The boy's eyes flew up to his face in confusion, but then he realized
the intent of the death knight's words when his trousers were ripped
off without care. Thin material, shoddy cloth, the death knight
thought, and then he could see the warlock's pale skin, grubby in the
dirt, but still so much cleaner than his own dead flesh.
“You're still hard,” the death knight commented dispassionately,
taking the boy's cock in his hand. He was rough, and soon pleasured
writhing turned to something more pained. The boy dug his heels into
the dirt, trying to desperately to pull away, but the death knight's
fingers were like a hook in his mouth.
The warlock's climax was wrenched from him like an arm from its
socket, and the boy's teeth clamped deep into the death knight's
fingers. He didn't scream, but tears squeezed from the corner of his
eyes, cutting clean paths in the filth on his face.
The death knight flexed his hand once, regarding the boy's semen on
his fingers. It would do, he thought, and the warlock cried out when
he felt a finger slick with his own spendings push inside him.
He was growing louder, protesting, thrashing, and yes, crying in
earnest, and the death knight ignored him, concentrating instead on
working first one then two fingers inside the boy's body.
The boy was struggling but the death knight noticed with some
astonishment that he was becoming aroused again.
“What kind of witch's boy are you?” he muttered. “Are you some
sucubus's bastard given a more pleasing form?”
The boy shook his head, as much as he could with the death knight's
fingers in his mouth, and the look that he gave the death knight was
as much pleading as it was pitiful.
“Let's see if I can give you something you won't like, little living boy...”