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everlastingsoul) wrote2008-09-12 07:12 pm
everlastingsoul) wrote2008-09-12 07:12 pm
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Tales of Dressing - Nightmare
NC-17. Shirley. Walter. ...Martelim.
You do the math.
Train wreck, much?
Nightmare
His laughter sounded so very wrong.
She tried to tell herself that it was because he didn’t laugh often.
His smile promised danger and something absolutely thrilling.
She tried to tell herself that it was a wonderful, refreshing change.
His kisses were hot and amazing and yet left a chill down her spine that wasn’t completely pleasant.
It wasn’t until later, when she awoke to find him staring out the window and out to the forests, that she began to question what was going on.
“Walter? Is something wrong?”
He turned to her, revealing glowing claret eyes and a gaze that was dead of any personality.
“It’s time to go to my lady.”
Shirley screamed.
+ + + + +
She shuddered as his fingers passed over her clit, pushing her back against his firm chest even as she rolled her hips upward. His arm was all that kept her from slipping from her seated position on his thigh, wrapped around her bare stomach in support. She had been trying to clench her legs to better straddle her lover’s thigh, but the hand at her crotch was very distracting.
Not that she was complaining. In fact, it was all she could do not to moan as two fingers slipped inside her. When his lips found hers, she allowed herself to groan fervently into his mouth.
And when his mistress’ deadly staff touched her between wet thighs, Shirley found herself wordless with desire. She focused on his kiss as his fingers retreated and were replaced by the cold, blunt head of Nebilim’s weapon.
She couldn’t be enjoying this. She couldn’t be.
+ + + + +
Shirley awoke with a start, clutching her blanket to her chest with white knuckles.
“Merines?”
Walter had awoken beside her, staring at her in the semidarkness. Neither of them moved. It was a tense silence that stretched on for countless seconds.
“…Walter?”
She sounded shaken, and Walter immediately touched her hand. It was all Shirley could do not to pull away as his arms enfolded her protectively.
“Was it a nightmare?”
It was. It most definitely was. But Shirley found herself hesitant to respond.
How could she tell Walter that, for one moment, she had actually been afraid of him?
You do the math.
Train wreck, much?
His laughter sounded so very wrong.
She tried to tell herself that it was because he didn’t laugh often.
His smile promised danger and something absolutely thrilling.
She tried to tell herself that it was a wonderful, refreshing change.
His kisses were hot and amazing and yet left a chill down her spine that wasn’t completely pleasant.
It wasn’t until later, when she awoke to find him staring out the window and out to the forests, that she began to question what was going on.
“Walter? Is something wrong?”
He turned to her, revealing glowing claret eyes and a gaze that was dead of any personality.
“It’s time to go to my lady.”
Shirley screamed.
+ + + + +
She shuddered as his fingers passed over her clit, pushing her back against his firm chest even as she rolled her hips upward. His arm was all that kept her from slipping from her seated position on his thigh, wrapped around her bare stomach in support. She had been trying to clench her legs to better straddle her lover’s thigh, but the hand at her crotch was very distracting.
Not that she was complaining. In fact, it was all she could do not to moan as two fingers slipped inside her. When his lips found hers, she allowed herself to groan fervently into his mouth.
And when his mistress’ deadly staff touched her between wet thighs, Shirley found herself wordless with desire. She focused on his kiss as his fingers retreated and were replaced by the cold, blunt head of Nebilim’s weapon.
She couldn’t be enjoying this. She couldn’t be.
+ + + + +
Shirley awoke with a start, clutching her blanket to her chest with white knuckles.
“Merines?”
Walter had awoken beside her, staring at her in the semidarkness. Neither of them moved. It was a tense silence that stretched on for countless seconds.
“…Walter?”
She sounded shaken, and Walter immediately touched her hand. It was all Shirley could do not to pull away as his arms enfolded her protectively.
“Was it a nightmare?”
It was. It most definitely was. But Shirley found herself hesitant to respond.
How could she tell Walter that, for one moment, she had actually been afraid of him?