Tittle: Possession
Author: littlestkitten ([email protected] or [email protected])
Rated: R
A/N: Please excuse this story. I don't know what came over me. A sentence popped into my head and this story followed. I hope its not complete crap. Please R&R.=^.^=
I watch you as you lay there, your angelic face contorted in agony. You breathe in angry gulps of air, your chest rising and falling raggedly as you fight for control. The crimson liquid that slips from your veins so easily slides across your skin to pool at the natural valleys your body creates. You're beautiful
Nobody else has ever seen in this perfection. Your lips bruised and bleeding. The lower one split from when I hit you. From when you flew towards the wall, smacking against it and sliding down to leave a trail of life behind. Oh how beautifully you bleed.
Tattered shreds of cloth cling to dried blood in random places on your body. Your clothes had obscured my view of your beauty, of your soft pale skin spread over toned muscles and bone, how could I not rip them off?
You're glowing. The moonlight that shines into the room spreads over skin, caressing it as if it wishes to claim it for its own. It can't, you're mine. Nobody shall ever see you like this, nobody will hear your melodic cries, and nobody will taste your blood as it seeps between your lips as honeyed words usually do.
You shan't speak properly for awhile. Not after the abuse your vocal cords have gone through. It was worth it. Worth the loss of your music to hear a different sound raise to the heavens form those tempting lips. Those tempting lips that are forever pouting, just begging to be kissed.
Who am I to deny you or any part of your anatomy? The faint taste of blood and mint mixed with your own unique flavor explodes in my mouth. If I could taste one thing for the rest of my life it would be this.
But why stop at your lips? Why not continue down that pale arch of a neck to the hollow filled with blood at your throat? How I love your blood. The pert nipple hardened by the cold is just as tempting and forces me to continue my leisurely path. I will have plenty of time later to lap up your blood.
A small tuft of hair tickles my face and I have no choice but to follow it to an abrupt hole in your stomach where you were once joined to your mother. Farther down coarse hairs greet me, smelling of your musky scent.
And then I just can't help myself. I pull you up and adjust myself till I'm ready to slam into your body and relish your cries once again. And I do. Your screams reverberate throughout the room and I'm in heaven.
Your tight body clenches around me trying to force the intruder away. And for a short time I give you reprieve, only to plunge back into that all surrounding heat. It all ends too soon and I feel myself fill you with my seed.
Your crying now, something I've never seen you do before tonight. Who would think a simple beating and rape would bring my Yami down so low as to cry? I meet your wavering gaze as you sniffle and I fight the urge to coo at the cuteness of that.
"Why Ryou?" You whisper brokenly. And I think to you the only explanation I can.
/Because your beautiful./
Author: littlestkitten ([email protected] or [email protected])
Rated: R
A/N: Please excuse this story. I don't know what came over me. A sentence popped into my head and this story followed. I hope its not complete crap. Please R&R.=^.^=
I watch you as you lay there, your angelic face contorted in agony. You breathe in angry gulps of air, your chest rising and falling raggedly as you fight for control. The crimson liquid that slips from your veins so easily slides across your skin to pool at the natural valleys your body creates. You're beautiful
Nobody else has ever seen in this perfection. Your lips bruised and bleeding. The lower one split from when I hit you. From when you flew towards the wall, smacking against it and sliding down to leave a trail of life behind. Oh how beautifully you bleed.
Tattered shreds of cloth cling to dried blood in random places on your body. Your clothes had obscured my view of your beauty, of your soft pale skin spread over toned muscles and bone, how could I not rip them off?
You're glowing. The moonlight that shines into the room spreads over skin, caressing it as if it wishes to claim it for its own. It can't, you're mine. Nobody shall ever see you like this, nobody will hear your melodic cries, and nobody will taste your blood as it seeps between your lips as honeyed words usually do.
You shan't speak properly for awhile. Not after the abuse your vocal cords have gone through. It was worth it. Worth the loss of your music to hear a different sound raise to the heavens form those tempting lips. Those tempting lips that are forever pouting, just begging to be kissed.
Who am I to deny you or any part of your anatomy? The faint taste of blood and mint mixed with your own unique flavor explodes in my mouth. If I could taste one thing for the rest of my life it would be this.
But why stop at your lips? Why not continue down that pale arch of a neck to the hollow filled with blood at your throat? How I love your blood. The pert nipple hardened by the cold is just as tempting and forces me to continue my leisurely path. I will have plenty of time later to lap up your blood.
A small tuft of hair tickles my face and I have no choice but to follow it to an abrupt hole in your stomach where you were once joined to your mother. Farther down coarse hairs greet me, smelling of your musky scent.
And then I just can't help myself. I pull you up and adjust myself till I'm ready to slam into your body and relish your cries once again. And I do. Your screams reverberate throughout the room and I'm in heaven.
Your tight body clenches around me trying to force the intruder away. And for a short time I give you reprieve, only to plunge back into that all surrounding heat. It all ends too soon and I feel myself fill you with my seed.
Your crying now, something I've never seen you do before tonight. Who would think a simple beating and rape would bring my Yami down so low as to cry? I meet your wavering gaze as you sniffle and I fight the urge to coo at the cuteness of that.
"Why Ryou?" You whisper brokenly. And I think to you the only explanation I can.
/Because your beautiful./