Devoured (Elizabeth/Mistress Ching)
Title: Devoured
Characters/Pairings: Mistress Ching/Elizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 225
Warning: non-con
Note: Written in the cutler_beckett Sunday Chat 23rd August
Devoured
Elizabeth can’t stifle a surprised laugh even as bitter tears of frustration are threatening to roll over her flushed cheeks because this is truly ridiculous in its tragic insanity.
She knew something like this would inevitably happen as soon as the Black Pearl was swallowed by the blood-red horizon. She expected unveiled hunger in hardened eyes, the shameless touches of rough, experienced hands and ruthless advances she would be too weak to fight. She saw danger in every man’s approaching steps and feared the impatient heat in their tattered breeches. Her royal title couldn’t soothe her unravelling nerves and she shied away from her men, fearing their feral need to spill her blood. And in the end it was her fear that drove her into the awaiting arms of danger, into the claws of the only person she would never have suspected of viciously plundering her body.
Pain curses through her in angry waves as four hot, eager fingers push deeper and deeper into her and the shards of the mirror that broke into a million little teardrops as she was pushed hard against it paint her snow white skin with the colour of hated passion. But when Mistress Ching gently kisses away the first desperate tear from the corner of her trembling lips all Elizabeth can do is bursts out in loud, uncontrollable laughter.
Characters/Pairings: Mistress Ching/Elizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 225
Warning: non-con
Note: Written in the cutler_beckett Sunday Chat 23rd August
Devoured
Elizabeth can’t stifle a surprised laugh even as bitter tears of frustration are threatening to roll over her flushed cheeks because this is truly ridiculous in its tragic insanity.
She knew something like this would inevitably happen as soon as the Black Pearl was swallowed by the blood-red horizon. She expected unveiled hunger in hardened eyes, the shameless touches of rough, experienced hands and ruthless advances she would be too weak to fight. She saw danger in every man’s approaching steps and feared the impatient heat in their tattered breeches. Her royal title couldn’t soothe her unravelling nerves and she shied away from her men, fearing their feral need to spill her blood. And in the end it was her fear that drove her into the awaiting arms of danger, into the claws of the only person she would never have suspected of viciously plundering her body.
Pain curses through her in angry waves as four hot, eager fingers push deeper and deeper into her and the shards of the mirror that broke into a million little teardrops as she was pushed hard against it paint her snow white skin with the colour of hated passion. But when Mistress Ching gently kisses away the first desperate tear from the corner of her trembling lips all Elizabeth can do is bursts out in loud, uncontrollable laughter.