06-21-2018, 11:39 PM
kagerus
and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
He's an expert of persuasion, a god of flirtation and sex: I can almost taste it on his lips and fuck can I see it in his eyes. Where his hand had been (low and firmly grasping and hungry) tingles, the sensation imprinted into my skin, echoing softly as I attempt to regain my composure. The separation helps that - and hearing his low curse helps even more.
It doesn't lower my arousal any, but - it's more of a hunger now, anyways. He ought to understand that.
Just below me, Ivar's human figure rolls to his back, glancing at his fingers as I flay them. He doesn't cry out; my teeth reclench in frustration. How dare he withstand the pressure of my will. Some satisfaction does diffuse through me at the sight of him clutching his blood-stained hands together as if that will protect him; but of course, he does not beg. Something tells me it will take more than blood to make him beg.
Come down here and say please, and I might think about it.
Oh-ho, darling boy; what a request you make, trusting so foolhardily in the prowess of your simple masculinity. It's quaint, really; but god, it makes my blood boil.
Snap.
A long hallway stretches before the man, grey walls and a low ceiling with dim white lights. Of my corporeal form there is no evidence, and for some time, I leave him that way. At the end of the hallway, a red door looks temptingly approachable; but no matter how fast he runs or how many steps he takes, it never comes any closer.
Frustrating, I know.
Then, knowing that he will simply laugh at my little game, I send voices to whisper from within the walls. They spew out dark words and threats, insults and insinuations. They begin almost unnoticeable, climbing their way to subtle until their presence is almost undeniable, and yet, still somehow within Ivar's own head. Smiling, though I have no shape, I add my own voice to the din:
"I am everywhere, Ivar; think faster."
The sound of gnashing teeth rises behind him.
It doesn't lower my arousal any, but - it's more of a hunger now, anyways. He ought to understand that.
Just below me, Ivar's human figure rolls to his back, glancing at his fingers as I flay them. He doesn't cry out; my teeth reclench in frustration. How dare he withstand the pressure of my will. Some satisfaction does diffuse through me at the sight of him clutching his blood-stained hands together as if that will protect him; but of course, he does not beg. Something tells me it will take more than blood to make him beg.
Come down here and say please, and I might think about it.
Oh-ho, darling boy; what a request you make, trusting so foolhardily in the prowess of your simple masculinity. It's quaint, really; but god, it makes my blood boil.
Snap.
A long hallway stretches before the man, grey walls and a low ceiling with dim white lights. Of my corporeal form there is no evidence, and for some time, I leave him that way. At the end of the hallway, a red door looks temptingly approachable; but no matter how fast he runs or how many steps he takes, it never comes any closer.
Frustrating, I know.
Then, knowing that he will simply laugh at my little game, I send voices to whisper from within the walls. They spew out dark words and threats, insults and insinuations. They begin almost unnoticeable, climbing their way to subtle until their presence is almost undeniable, and yet, still somehow within Ivar's own head. Smiling, though I have no shape, I add my own voice to the din:
"I am everywhere, Ivar; think faster."
The sound of gnashing teeth rises behind him.
:| I tried to b scary but I think I failed
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