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In between heavy thrusts that rattled my brain, he punctuated each word as it passed through his bared teeth, "you're mine, say it!"
Is good and all but:
He whimpered as his desperate kisses left trails of heat on my inner thighs. "Please, say I'm yours." He whispered.
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His fangs ached, not for blood, but for the forbidden taste of her skin. He watched her across the crowded ballroom, the candlelight dancing in her auburn hair, a stark contrast to the shadows that clung to him. Each breath she took was a silent torment, a reminder of the life he could never truly share. He longed to pull her into the darkness, to claim her as his own, but he knew his love was a curse, a venomous promise that could only lead to her demise. Yet, he couldn't resist the magnetic pull, the desperate desire to feel her warmth against his eternally cold skin, even if it meant burning them both alive.
In the heart of a snow-laden forest, where ancient trees stood like silent sentinels, there existed an unusual pair of wanderers. One was a sleek, black dog, his fur as dark as the night sky, with eyes that held the wisdom of centuries. This was no ordinary canine but a shapeshifter named Kaelen, who preferred his canine form for its simplicity and the freedom it offered. His companion was a crow, its feathers shimmering with an iridescent sheen, a stark contrast to the white landscape. This was Corvus, Kaelen's closest friend, a shapeshifter who found solace and perspective in the skies. Together, they traversed the wintry woods, their bond an unbreakable thread woven through shared adventures and mutual understanding. As they journeyed deeper, the forest began to stir with subtle magic. The trees seemed to whisper secrets, and the snow glistened with an ethereal glow. Kaelen, with his heightened senses, picked up the scent of something ancient and powerful, while Corvus, from his aerial vantage point, noticed patterns in the snow that hinted at forgotten paths. Their adventure was just beginning, a dance between earth and sky, shadow and light, in a realm where the line between reality and myth blurred with every step and every flight.
The dock groaned beneath her bare feet, each step a whisper against the encroaching silence. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the sheer white dress that clung to her like a second skin, revealing more than it concealed in the ethereal moonlight. A thick mist clung to the water's surface, obscuring the depths below, where secrets and shadows danced in an eternal embrace. She paused at the edge, the cold seeping into her bones, a chilling reminder of the choice she was about to make. The water was a mirror to the starless sky above, a dark abyss that promised oblivion. A lone raven perched on a nearby post, its obsidian eyes watching her with an unnerving intensity, as if it knew the fate that awaited her in the murky depths. With a deep breath, the woman closed her eyes, the salty air filling her lungs. The memories of a life filled with betrayal and despair crashed over her, each one a wave pulling her closer to the edge. In this moment, standing between the world she knew and the unknown that beckoned, she found a strange sense of peace. The mist swirled around her, a ghostly embrace, as she took the final step into the waiting darkness.
- inspired, from a book I'll never write
Beneath the moon's enchanting gleam,
Where shadows play and secrets teem,
A coven gathers, spirits bright,
To dance in fire's wild, raw light.
With laughter echoing through the night,
They cast off garments, pure delight,
Embracing freedom, unafraid,
As ancient rhythms fill the glade.
Around the bonfire, flames ablaze,
They celebrate in mystic haze,
Witchy women, strong and free,
Dancing in wild ecstasy.
In the hush of the pale moonlight, where shadows danced like secrets, he stood—a creature of myth and legend, horns spiraling from his brow like branches of an ancient tree. She, a vision of delicate beauty with hair like spun moonlight, trembled not in fear, but anticipation. As he drew her into his embrace, the world held its breath, for in that moment, beast and beauty found solace, their hearts entwined in a love that defied the very stars above.
- inspired, from a book I'll never write
In shadows deep, where sunlight fears to tread,
Stands a cathedral, ancient, cold, and vast,
Its heart of stone, by hope and warmth unled,
A lonely sentinel of ages past.
Gargoyles weep, their tears unseen, unheard,
For love and laughter that have passed it by,
Each echoing hall, a whispered, solemn word,
A yearning gaze towards a starlit sky.
But hark! A maiden, with eyes of emerald fire,
Seeks solace in its hallowed, silent space,
Her gentle spirit, a burning, soft desire,
To waken love within this somber place.
How real men ask for consent:
"Tell me you want this."
"Use your words, Kitten."
"Tell me exactly what you want."
"I need to hear you say it, baby."
"His fangs grazed her neck, a promise of pleasure and pain as old as time. 'Mine,' he breathed, the word a possessive growl against her skin. 'Now and forever.'"
Aisling glided through the ballroom of Castle Argent, her silk gown whispering against the marble floor. Above, grand chandeliers dripped with crystals, their light fractured and scattered by a thousand flickering candles. Each flame danced with a life of its own, casting long, eerie shadows that stretched and contorted across the walls. The air hummed with a palpable energy, a symphony of unspoken desires and hidden agendas.
She paused beneath a towering archway, her gaze sweeping across the assembled nobles. Jewels glittered at their throats, and their laughter echoed like wind chimes in the cavernous space. Yet, beneath the veneer of opulence, Aisling sensed a current of unease, a subtle tension that tightened with each passing moment. She clutched the vial of stardust hidden in her palm, her heart pounding in rhythm with the distant drums of the castle's orchestra.
As a masked figure approached, their eyes glinting with predatory intent, Aisling knew her time was running out. The fate of the kingdom rested on her shoulders, and she would not falter. With a defiant lift of her chin, she stepped forward, ready to face the darkness that lurked beneath the shimmering surface of Castle Argent.
"Magic crackled between them, a tangible force as their hands collided. He gripped her wrist, his touch searing through her skin, a desperate plea for connection. Her own fingers twined with his, a silent surrender to the storm raging within them both. 'I need you,' he confessed, the words raw and untamed, 'more than magic itself.'"
In shadowed halls of ancient lore,
Where intellect and darkness pour,
A chance encounter, eyes that meet,
A love unplanned, bittersweet.
Amidst the tomes and gothic grace,
A stolen glance, a warm embrace.
Accidental hearts begin to blend,
A love that knows no end.
But shadows lurk and secrets hide,
In dark academia's tide.
A fragile bond, a whispered vow,
In this haunted, hallowed now.
Make it rough.
I want my body to ache for you long after you're gone.
