Prompt 135, "Romance", "Love Song"
Title: Love Song
Author: gretchen8642
Word Count: 207
Rating: R
Characters: Kimblee
Summary: it's a special type of love for the crimson alchemist
Warnings: disturbing?
A/N: wow I am a sick little emma (i am dying of the common cold). forgive my less than perfect fic-ing
Zolf loves the sound a body makes when it dies.
His hand on her head, maybe-- she’s begging for mercy and he’s smiling like, ‘oh yeah baby, give me money, give me sex, I’ll let you live. Beg me. Beg me and I’ll let you go.’
Trembling she turns around and lifts her skirt; she’s covered in sand and blood and the smell of fear makes him even harder. ‘Beg me. Beg me to let you live.’
They don’t share a common language, Kimblee and these Ishballan cunts... but she understands well enough. His fingers caress her back, transmutation circles flashing as he rips her apart from the inside.
She screams, she tears, her ribs crack and he cums so violently that he can barely stay on his feet. Yes... she’s clinging to life somehow, cursing him, convulsing around him and oh dear lord, yes...
And suddenly she falls to the earth, blood and cum leaking from body, tears leaking from her eyes... her corpse is singing; loathing him eternal. Delicious.
There’s a vulture watching, waiting for him to be done with her and get his sloppy seconds. Zolf wipes his hands, tilts his head to one side and laughs.
Oh yes.
He’s in love.
Author: gretchen8642
Word Count: 207
Rating: R
Characters: Kimblee
Summary: it's a special type of love for the crimson alchemist
Warnings: disturbing?
A/N: wow I am a sick little emma (i am dying of the common cold). forgive my less than perfect fic-ing
Zolf loves the sound a body makes when it dies.
His hand on her head, maybe-- she’s begging for mercy and he’s smiling like, ‘oh yeah baby, give me money, give me sex, I’ll let you live. Beg me. Beg me and I’ll let you go.’
Trembling she turns around and lifts her skirt; she’s covered in sand and blood and the smell of fear makes him even harder. ‘Beg me. Beg me to let you live.’
They don’t share a common language, Kimblee and these Ishballan cunts... but she understands well enough. His fingers caress her back, transmutation circles flashing as he rips her apart from the inside.
She screams, she tears, her ribs crack and he cums so violently that he can barely stay on his feet. Yes... she’s clinging to life somehow, cursing him, convulsing around him and oh dear lord, yes...
And suddenly she falls to the earth, blood and cum leaking from body, tears leaking from her eyes... her corpse is singing; loathing him eternal. Delicious.
There’s a vulture watching, waiting for him to be done with her and get his sloppy seconds. Zolf wipes his hands, tilts his head to one side and laughs.
Oh yes.
He’s in love.