09-04-2019, 01:27 AM
you are sacred because i have made you sacred.
Beelzebub
She is great and beautiful like the sun and he has always wanted to see how much fire he could swallow before it destroyed him. Is there enough of her to overflow over his lips or will he take everything she has to give? She speaks up and says her name like a fire suddenly doused with a little gasoline. He hums, pretending that he heard her and that he’ll remember by the time he turns to leave. Is any part of him ever telling the truth, he wonders? At least he isn’t lying when he drags his tongue across her skin when she says yes.
“You taste so lonely,” he murmurs as he finally pries himself from her side. He backs up and stretches his wings out to their full reach, maybe to balance himself when he rears up or maybe to block her path a little more if she tries to run. Just as quickly, those leathery wings move forward and curl up over her shoulders, up to her chest. His blunt teeth have turned to fangs and he sinks them into the base of her neck to fully anchor him on top of her.
Beelzebub had thought he would pace himself but he can’t even tell the truth to himself.
His scaled forelegs lock around that curve of her hips that he had admired so much from afar. Her body is burning hot beneath him when his hips jerk forward, roughly pressing him inside her. An awful laugh rumbles from his throat and around a mouthful of her skin between his teeth. She feels like the heaven he has always been denied in this life and so he is ravenous to destroy her now.
Beelzebub can hear himself panting, ragged breaths all shuddering over her as the rain picks up. The droplets run down his ribs and onto her back where they sizzle and steam between their bodies. Slowly, he pulls back until it seems like he’s already finished using her up, and then his hips slam forward again. He releases his bite on her and leans his head up to mumble drunkenly into her ear, “Say you hate me.” And then his hips collide with hers more violently than before.
“Say it.”
“You taste so lonely,” he murmurs as he finally pries himself from her side. He backs up and stretches his wings out to their full reach, maybe to balance himself when he rears up or maybe to block her path a little more if she tries to run. Just as quickly, those leathery wings move forward and curl up over her shoulders, up to her chest. His blunt teeth have turned to fangs and he sinks them into the base of her neck to fully anchor him on top of her.
Beelzebub had thought he would pace himself but he can’t even tell the truth to himself.
His scaled forelegs lock around that curve of her hips that he had admired so much from afar. Her body is burning hot beneath him when his hips jerk forward, roughly pressing him inside her. An awful laugh rumbles from his throat and around a mouthful of her skin between his teeth. She feels like the heaven he has always been denied in this life and so he is ravenous to destroy her now.
Beelzebub can hear himself panting, ragged breaths all shuddering over her as the rain picks up. The droplets run down his ribs and onto her back where they sizzle and steam between their bodies. Slowly, he pulls back until it seems like he’s already finished using her up, and then his hips slam forward again. He releases his bite on her and leans his head up to mumble drunkenly into her ear, “Say you hate me.” And then his hips collide with hers more violently than before.
“Say it.”
there is no burning that i did not create.
@[brunhilde]