11 = Silence, 12 = Heckles
Title : Silence
Wordcount : 136
Prompts : 99. Translator & 38. Gags
Comment : too short for smut, but it sets the scene
Plot : Discussions over
The meeting had been a challenge. Translating three languages rife with technical terms had fully tested Reece’s abilities. He felt he’d risen to the occasion.
Elliot was an impressive linguist himself; able to manage the more basic conversations in each tongue, he had a wonderful turn of phrase. Reece had been increasingly enthralled by him, causing minute delays in his translations.
‘Elliot, do you need any further assistance?’
‘Yes. But relax Reece, we’ve both done enough talking for today. This needs no translation’
Reece didn’t react quick enough to Elliot crossing the room, startling at the feel of a cool silk tie looping over his head to cover his mouth. His pleasured cries stopped by the silken gag when a skilled mouth bent to nibble at his neck, hands exploring lower.
Silence brought it’s own rewards.
Title : Heckles
Word count : 135 (!Tiny ficcie!)
Prompts : 9. Necromancer & 13. Voyeurism
Comment : A random name generator is responsible for the names….Morgoth - hehe
Nex groaned beautifully beneath him; the echoing groans, chain rattle, wail, then crash; was less appealing. Morgoth closed his eyes with an apologetic grimace, bit his lip and braced himself up on his elbows.
‘That’s it! This is the very last time I let you lot watch. Keep this up and in the near future I’m sending you to the underworld. Too stay’ The ghosts gave a pitiful chorus of moans and Nex actually uttered a breathless chuckle, which was an unusual response.
He was a little flushed but that was a very good look for him. Morgoth set about making him even more flushed. The ghost voyeurs mercifully quiet.
Having someone warm and sweet to leave wet patches on the bed with, was pleasant. The dripping ectoplasm? A downside from being a popular Necromancer.
Wordcount : 136
Prompts : 99. Translator & 38. Gags
Comment : too short for smut, but it sets the scene
Plot : Discussions over
The meeting had been a challenge. Translating three languages rife with technical terms had fully tested Reece’s abilities. He felt he’d risen to the occasion.
Elliot was an impressive linguist himself; able to manage the more basic conversations in each tongue, he had a wonderful turn of phrase. Reece had been increasingly enthralled by him, causing minute delays in his translations.
‘Elliot, do you need any further assistance?’
‘Yes. But relax Reece, we’ve both done enough talking for today. This needs no translation’
Reece didn’t react quick enough to Elliot crossing the room, startling at the feel of a cool silk tie looping over his head to cover his mouth. His pleasured cries stopped by the silken gag when a skilled mouth bent to nibble at his neck, hands exploring lower.
Silence brought it’s own rewards.
Title : Heckles
Word count : 135 (!Tiny ficcie!)
Prompts : 9. Necromancer & 13. Voyeurism
Comment : A random name generator is responsible for the names….Morgoth - hehe
Nex groaned beautifully beneath him; the echoing groans, chain rattle, wail, then crash; was less appealing. Morgoth closed his eyes with an apologetic grimace, bit his lip and braced himself up on his elbows.
‘That’s it! This is the very last time I let you lot watch. Keep this up and in the near future I’m sending you to the underworld. Too stay’ The ghosts gave a pitiful chorus of moans and Nex actually uttered a breathless chuckle, which was an unusual response.
He was a little flushed but that was a very good look for him. Morgoth set about making him even more flushed. The ghost voyeurs mercifully quiet.
Having someone warm and sweet to leave wet patches on the bed with, was pleasant. The dripping ectoplasm? A downside from being a popular Necromancer.