Aepathy; Dante/Lyra; NC-17
Title: Aepathy
Author: theladyfeylene
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Dante/Lyra
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 08, virgin
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Voyeurism, self-pleasure
From the doorway, shrouded in shadows, Dante watched. Her claw-like hands gripped the wood, wrinkled and gnarled and failing to the pangs of arthritis. Her breath was ragged and shallow, rattling in her throat like a death-sigh. She was too old, too used, too dried up in this body. It was a mockery of flesh, a gross caricature of beauty!
But the girl! Dante wet her lips, clinging to the doorway and peering through slitted eyes. Sometimes, the sheet would move, slip down, expose a milky white breast or a lean expanse of virgin thigh. Dante would gasp, old desires flaring in her deadened husk. Such lily-white perfection, so small and sleek and pure. So innocent! Wide and trusting eyes - now half-closed in self-indulgence - delicately arched lips, flesh untouched by man or maid…
Dante needed the girl. She needed to touch her, to possess her. Needed to sink into sacrosanct skin and wrap herself in the embrace of virginal flesh. The girl twisted, the sheet falling away from her lithe, alabaster body. She writhed in the moonlight, hand buried between her thighs, neck arched in a perfect mimicry of dual pleasure. The swell of her small breasts and the indentation of her abdomen were tantalizing! She twisted, lost in her own pleasures, and Dante ached to touched the fine curve of her smooth buttocks.
It was over all too soon, the girl falling back against the sheets in sweat-slicked in debauched repose. A smile graced her perfectly arched lips, self-satisfied and heady. What did this Lyra dream of, while she touched herself between the linen sheets?
Dante sighed, withdrawing deeper into the shadows. The sheet came up, covering the girl’s body, shielding her from Dante’s eyes. Soon. Soon she would take her, have her, make the girl her own.
But it wasn’t soon enough.
Author: theladyfeylene
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Dante/Lyra
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 08, virgin
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Voyeurism, self-pleasure
From the doorway, shrouded in shadows, Dante watched. Her claw-like hands gripped the wood, wrinkled and gnarled and failing to the pangs of arthritis. Her breath was ragged and shallow, rattling in her throat like a death-sigh. She was too old, too used, too dried up in this body. It was a mockery of flesh, a gross caricature of beauty!
But the girl! Dante wet her lips, clinging to the doorway and peering through slitted eyes. Sometimes, the sheet would move, slip down, expose a milky white breast or a lean expanse of virgin thigh. Dante would gasp, old desires flaring in her deadened husk. Such lily-white perfection, so small and sleek and pure. So innocent! Wide and trusting eyes - now half-closed in self-indulgence - delicately arched lips, flesh untouched by man or maid…
Dante needed the girl. She needed to touch her, to possess her. Needed to sink into sacrosanct skin and wrap herself in the embrace of virginal flesh. The girl twisted, the sheet falling away from her lithe, alabaster body. She writhed in the moonlight, hand buried between her thighs, neck arched in a perfect mimicry of dual pleasure. The swell of her small breasts and the indentation of her abdomen were tantalizing! She twisted, lost in her own pleasures, and Dante ached to touched the fine curve of her smooth buttocks.
It was over all too soon, the girl falling back against the sheets in sweat-slicked in debauched repose. A smile graced her perfectly arched lips, self-satisfied and heady. What did this Lyra dream of, while she touched herself between the linen sheets?
Dante sighed, withdrawing deeper into the shadows. The sheet came up, covering the girl’s body, shielding her from Dante’s eyes. Soon. Soon she would take her, have her, make the girl her own.
But it wasn’t soon enough.