Spark in Darkness 50
Apr. 16th, 2004 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparkindarknessAt last! Done. This has been plaguing me for far too long. I may have to give Darren and rick a rest after this one... or maybe I'll do a 'tidy up' post first, then let them take a week or two off.
Oh and I got to no.50! Who'd have thought it (of course some of those 50 are gratuitously short and didn't deserve a number, but still).
I’m ready for him. Oh wow am I ready for him. I think I ripped these damn trousers, I’m that hard. The spirit of the Really Good Lay needed no convincing, it came to me like a storm, frying me with lust and sex. Not like I needed any more fucking lust, just watching Darren’s preparations is nearly enough to get me off all on its own.
He’s like three inches taller now... maybe more. He has small horns poking out through that hair - hair that moves all on it’s own. When it touches me, it feels like static electricity, but connected straight to my cock. I think they’d make me come on my own if it weren’t for the Really Good Lay spirit inside me. His eyes are black, with, well, things moving inside them. If you look really hard, I mean really stare, you can just see naked people fucking their brains out in his eyes. He is smiling, oh fuck is he smiling, I think he can read my every thought, and he likes it. I can just see fangs peeking out from his upper lip. Just looking at him makes me shake. He likes that, his hard cock twitching.
Oh, did I mention his clothes dissolving? His clothes have dissolved. My mind is kind of elsewhere now. My groin’s doing the thinking now. And all it’s thinking is ‘OH FUCK YES!’
He moves first, lunges right at me, like he’s going for the throat. Before he even touches me, my clothes fall to ash around him. Oh fuck, he’s not going for the throat - oh fuck yes!
His mouth hits mine like a battering ram, almost bruising me, our tongues are forced together and I barely even feel his hands on my back. His fucking claws tearing into me... it’s nothing compared to the feel of his mouth against mine. Just an extra spark to the explosion running through me. My body just goes limp, only my mouth still working like mad, all my energy burning into that hot intense touch of pure fire. My knees just fucking collapse, bowled over by him. It’s just too fucking intense.
Then the spirit rises within me, hotwiring me like a thousand volts. My eyes shoot open and fucking sparks shoot out of them, red and wet they dance around the medusa coils of his hair that binds us both together as erotic prisoners. Black and red dance and shine and writhe together, the sparks and the strands of ebon wonder mimicking the press of our bodies against each other. Crimson and shadow flow over each other as our naked skin rubs together. This. Is. Fucking. Incredible.
I’m not limp and weak any more. The spirit adds strength and builds my lust to a fucking inferno. One hand tears down his back. I don’t have claws but I can feel the blood flow, I feel his cock ram even harder against me as blood begins to spill. A moan that can’t come from any human lips escapes his mouth and whispers to the ceiling, floating on power and sex. My other hand grabs one of those smooth, gently curved horns that have pushed out from that nest of living hair. I grab and pull, forcing him backwards, pushing forwards with my body so not even the briefest gap comes between us. Our bodies are melded together and it's just fucking awesome.
His back hits the wall. Hard. I feel my hand bruise and I know it had to hurt him. He growls. He like it. I move my hand down to his gorgeous, tight arse, all firm muscle and soft curves. My hand lands with a pistol crack, I can almost feel the perfect red impression of my hand on his flawless white skin - skin only slightly sticky with cotton fine rivulets of blood.
His hands beat gently at me, his claws only gently tracing fine, reddened patterns in my skin. I can’t see them, but I know they’re beautiful, I just feel it. He’s fucking gone now. Utterly gone. His mouth still feeds at mine in a frenzy - and, shit does that feel better than anything that’s ever been or what? Gentle, desperate whimpering slips past the seal of our mouths in a near constant stream. He wants this. Oh fuck, he needs this!
I tear my mouth from his - it feels like tearing off an arm! His whimpers rise to a full throated growls that slap at me. Hard. It’s like being hit with a real fist. And shit, even that felt good! His hair smashes past the sparks, wrapping round my head. It’s like silk. Soft, sleek and wonderful against my skin, but with a sharp edge that can cut. A thousand tiny little cuts, none quite deep enough to draw blood, chased around my head as the strands tighten, dragging my mouth back to him. I duck to his neck instead, my teeth and tongue finding his throat, and just the right spot... He jerks like I just electrocuted him, then falls placid and submissive in my arms again. I lick the skin of his neck - so gently, then not so gently. Alternating randomly with gentle nibbles and hard bights.
Oh no, this is mine!
He pushes me back, his arms far stronger than any normal human. Even his hair pulls me back, winding round my limbs and naked body with the strength of satin snakes. I’m forced back against the opposite wall with a thud that nearly knocks me out. Shit that hurt... but it still feels too good to be real.
He kneels in front of me, my arms are still held back with thick ropes of black hair, that manage to hold me firm while still tickling me and teasing me. His hands dance gently down my chest as he kneels before sinking their cruel claws into my abs. It actually fucking burns! I can almost feel the cuts cauterising as he draws his hands down. The heat seems to run right through me, not just burning the skin of my stomach, not even the tiny flow of blood, but shooting deep inside me. A burst of fucking amazing heat from my feet to the top of my head, from my stomach right to my prostate. I think I nearly come right there and then, everything blurs out, I can’t see or hear. Think? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I’m way past thought now. With ANY body part!
Then my entire world just shatters. I can’t say anything. I can’t move, I can't think. I can't even feel my body anymore, can't even feel that fucking heat anymore! Darren’s mouth slips over my cock. The spirit flared within me, using nearly all its power just to stop me from coming right then and there. Instead I’m pulled right to the edge of the must intense, incredible fucking orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s not waves of pleasure, it just pure, solid, unrelenting pleasure, never getting even the slightest bit less to let me call it a fucking wave. MY eyes are open, I’m sure they’re open, but I cant see a thing. I don’t know if Darren’s shredding me with his claws or just gently stroking my skin. I don’t even care - if he kills me now then I’ll die happy. Happy? Beyond fucking ecstatic!
I don’t know how long it lasts. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Fuck, days? All I know is I’m close to insanity now. It feel so good it fucking hurts! Then the spirit rises up again, in the middle of that glorious torture...
Uh-uh honey. Mine!
I grab him by his arms, something other than my eyes guiding me to them, picking him up bodily. I want to cry when his lips leave my still hard cock. My vision clears a little, enough to see his cock throbbing with need. Neither of us can barely walk, I practically throw him onto the counter. The red sparks from my eyes dance across his skin, each one leaving iridescent marks on his skin, making him flinch away with each touch as if they hurt. One look at his face and I know it still feels good. I don’t think anything could not feel good at this minute.
I spread his legs with a quick sweep of my arms and lower my face to that beautiful arse, still decorated with my handprint and a slight smear of blood. I lick across him, over him repeatedly before pushing my tongue inside him. He howls. Seriously, fucking howls. The glass in the windows rattles in their frames. This is just too fucking much! My hands find his cock and balls. I can’t get a rhythm, I just stroke him feverishly with spasmodic jerks. He can’t lay still, it’s too much. Too much for both of us
Mine!
Mine
I stand up, holding his legs spread. His hair lashes around us both, covering us in tiny weals, working like the tiniest lash with a million tails. The red sparks dance over both of our skin, burning where they land. He doesn’t need any preparation, we don’t even need lube. There’s almost too much fucking magic for us to need anything. I push inside him and find him ready and oh so willing. Willing? He was fucking desperate.
In no time, I’m hammering into him. My skin writhes, not just from the incredible new heights my cock ramming into his body has brought me, not even from the erotic burns of the sparks and sexual lash of his hair. But from near sexual exhaustion. I’ve completely lost track of time, lost track of the world around me, there’s just me, Darren and my cock thrusting into him while he squeezes down on me.
I don’t know how long we continue that beautiful dance of sex. Again, time has left me. It can't be long though, we’ve already been pushed to limit and held there far beyond what a human can stand. This is unbelievable. It must be the best sex ever! It HAS to be! People’s couldn’t stand anything more, it’s kill them. My vision starts blacking out again, I don’t know if it’s unbearable pleasure or simply oxygen deprivation now. I’m panting like a fucking steam train.
Then it gets better. Oh FUCK.
We come at exactly the same time, me coming into him as he spills across both of our stomachs and his chest. He screams in languages that hurt my ears just to hear, not that I can hear much because I’m yelling, yelling like a mad man, I don’t know what I’m saying I don't know if anyone can understand it. I don't know if it's me or the spirit or both. It just comes right form my groin, a complete blaze of pure ecstasy and races out my mouth. It’s torture, agony, unbelievable torment! It’s amazing, divine, the most wonderful thing a person can feel! It’s both! It’s neither, but fuck it has me and I think it’s going to kill me!
The world returns slowly. We’ve fallen off the counter, just lying in a tangled heap on the floor, covered in semen, blood and sweat. I’m breathing like I just run the marathon in five seconds flat, desperately trying to get air into my lungs. Darren is tangled around me. He opens his eyes like they have lead weights on the lids and just stares at me. I think he tries to move his head. I try to follow the movement. It’s just too hard. I smile instead, and that feels like I’m lifting a truck. We lay there, tangled together, smiling at each other.
I don’t think it takes us long to fall asleep.
Oh and I got to no.50! Who'd have thought it (of course some of those 50 are gratuitously short and didn't deserve a number, but still).
I’m ready for him. Oh wow am I ready for him. I think I ripped these damn trousers, I’m that hard. The spirit of the Really Good Lay needed no convincing, it came to me like a storm, frying me with lust and sex. Not like I needed any more fucking lust, just watching Darren’s preparations is nearly enough to get me off all on its own.
He’s like three inches taller now... maybe more. He has small horns poking out through that hair - hair that moves all on it’s own. When it touches me, it feels like static electricity, but connected straight to my cock. I think they’d make me come on my own if it weren’t for the Really Good Lay spirit inside me. His eyes are black, with, well, things moving inside them. If you look really hard, I mean really stare, you can just see naked people fucking their brains out in his eyes. He is smiling, oh fuck is he smiling, I think he can read my every thought, and he likes it. I can just see fangs peeking out from his upper lip. Just looking at him makes me shake. He likes that, his hard cock twitching.
Oh, did I mention his clothes dissolving? His clothes have dissolved. My mind is kind of elsewhere now. My groin’s doing the thinking now. And all it’s thinking is ‘OH FUCK YES!’
He moves first, lunges right at me, like he’s going for the throat. Before he even touches me, my clothes fall to ash around him. Oh fuck, he’s not going for the throat - oh fuck yes!
His mouth hits mine like a battering ram, almost bruising me, our tongues are forced together and I barely even feel his hands on my back. His fucking claws tearing into me... it’s nothing compared to the feel of his mouth against mine. Just an extra spark to the explosion running through me. My body just goes limp, only my mouth still working like mad, all my energy burning into that hot intense touch of pure fire. My knees just fucking collapse, bowled over by him. It’s just too fucking intense.
Then the spirit rises within me, hotwiring me like a thousand volts. My eyes shoot open and fucking sparks shoot out of them, red and wet they dance around the medusa coils of his hair that binds us both together as erotic prisoners. Black and red dance and shine and writhe together, the sparks and the strands of ebon wonder mimicking the press of our bodies against each other. Crimson and shadow flow over each other as our naked skin rubs together. This. Is. Fucking. Incredible.
I’m not limp and weak any more. The spirit adds strength and builds my lust to a fucking inferno. One hand tears down his back. I don’t have claws but I can feel the blood flow, I feel his cock ram even harder against me as blood begins to spill. A moan that can’t come from any human lips escapes his mouth and whispers to the ceiling, floating on power and sex. My other hand grabs one of those smooth, gently curved horns that have pushed out from that nest of living hair. I grab and pull, forcing him backwards, pushing forwards with my body so not even the briefest gap comes between us. Our bodies are melded together and it's just fucking awesome.
His back hits the wall. Hard. I feel my hand bruise and I know it had to hurt him. He growls. He like it. I move my hand down to his gorgeous, tight arse, all firm muscle and soft curves. My hand lands with a pistol crack, I can almost feel the perfect red impression of my hand on his flawless white skin - skin only slightly sticky with cotton fine rivulets of blood.
His hands beat gently at me, his claws only gently tracing fine, reddened patterns in my skin. I can’t see them, but I know they’re beautiful, I just feel it. He’s fucking gone now. Utterly gone. His mouth still feeds at mine in a frenzy - and, shit does that feel better than anything that’s ever been or what? Gentle, desperate whimpering slips past the seal of our mouths in a near constant stream. He wants this. Oh fuck, he needs this!
I tear my mouth from his - it feels like tearing off an arm! His whimpers rise to a full throated growls that slap at me. Hard. It’s like being hit with a real fist. And shit, even that felt good! His hair smashes past the sparks, wrapping round my head. It’s like silk. Soft, sleek and wonderful against my skin, but with a sharp edge that can cut. A thousand tiny little cuts, none quite deep enough to draw blood, chased around my head as the strands tighten, dragging my mouth back to him. I duck to his neck instead, my teeth and tongue finding his throat, and just the right spot... He jerks like I just electrocuted him, then falls placid and submissive in my arms again. I lick the skin of his neck - so gently, then not so gently. Alternating randomly with gentle nibbles and hard bights.
Oh no, this is mine!
He pushes me back, his arms far stronger than any normal human. Even his hair pulls me back, winding round my limbs and naked body with the strength of satin snakes. I’m forced back against the opposite wall with a thud that nearly knocks me out. Shit that hurt... but it still feels too good to be real.
He kneels in front of me, my arms are still held back with thick ropes of black hair, that manage to hold me firm while still tickling me and teasing me. His hands dance gently down my chest as he kneels before sinking their cruel claws into my abs. It actually fucking burns! I can almost feel the cuts cauterising as he draws his hands down. The heat seems to run right through me, not just burning the skin of my stomach, not even the tiny flow of blood, but shooting deep inside me. A burst of fucking amazing heat from my feet to the top of my head, from my stomach right to my prostate. I think I nearly come right there and then, everything blurs out, I can’t see or hear. Think? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I’m way past thought now. With ANY body part!
Then my entire world just shatters. I can’t say anything. I can’t move, I can't think. I can't even feel my body anymore, can't even feel that fucking heat anymore! Darren’s mouth slips over my cock. The spirit flared within me, using nearly all its power just to stop me from coming right then and there. Instead I’m pulled right to the edge of the must intense, incredible fucking orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s not waves of pleasure, it just pure, solid, unrelenting pleasure, never getting even the slightest bit less to let me call it a fucking wave. MY eyes are open, I’m sure they’re open, but I cant see a thing. I don’t know if Darren’s shredding me with his claws or just gently stroking my skin. I don’t even care - if he kills me now then I’ll die happy. Happy? Beyond fucking ecstatic!
I don’t know how long it lasts. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Fuck, days? All I know is I’m close to insanity now. It feel so good it fucking hurts! Then the spirit rises up again, in the middle of that glorious torture...
Uh-uh honey. Mine!
I grab him by his arms, something other than my eyes guiding me to them, picking him up bodily. I want to cry when his lips leave my still hard cock. My vision clears a little, enough to see his cock throbbing with need. Neither of us can barely walk, I practically throw him onto the counter. The red sparks from my eyes dance across his skin, each one leaving iridescent marks on his skin, making him flinch away with each touch as if they hurt. One look at his face and I know it still feels good. I don’t think anything could not feel good at this minute.
I spread his legs with a quick sweep of my arms and lower my face to that beautiful arse, still decorated with my handprint and a slight smear of blood. I lick across him, over him repeatedly before pushing my tongue inside him. He howls. Seriously, fucking howls. The glass in the windows rattles in their frames. This is just too fucking much! My hands find his cock and balls. I can’t get a rhythm, I just stroke him feverishly with spasmodic jerks. He can’t lay still, it’s too much. Too much for both of us
Mine!
Mine
I stand up, holding his legs spread. His hair lashes around us both, covering us in tiny weals, working like the tiniest lash with a million tails. The red sparks dance over both of our skin, burning where they land. He doesn’t need any preparation, we don’t even need lube. There’s almost too much fucking magic for us to need anything. I push inside him and find him ready and oh so willing. Willing? He was fucking desperate.
In no time, I’m hammering into him. My skin writhes, not just from the incredible new heights my cock ramming into his body has brought me, not even from the erotic burns of the sparks and sexual lash of his hair. But from near sexual exhaustion. I’ve completely lost track of time, lost track of the world around me, there’s just me, Darren and my cock thrusting into him while he squeezes down on me.
I don’t know how long we continue that beautiful dance of sex. Again, time has left me. It can't be long though, we’ve already been pushed to limit and held there far beyond what a human can stand. This is unbelievable. It must be the best sex ever! It HAS to be! People’s couldn’t stand anything more, it’s kill them. My vision starts blacking out again, I don’t know if it’s unbearable pleasure or simply oxygen deprivation now. I’m panting like a fucking steam train.
Then it gets better. Oh FUCK.
We come at exactly the same time, me coming into him as he spills across both of our stomachs and his chest. He screams in languages that hurt my ears just to hear, not that I can hear much because I’m yelling, yelling like a mad man, I don’t know what I’m saying I don't know if anyone can understand it. I don't know if it's me or the spirit or both. It just comes right form my groin, a complete blaze of pure ecstasy and races out my mouth. It’s torture, agony, unbelievable torment! It’s amazing, divine, the most wonderful thing a person can feel! It’s both! It’s neither, but fuck it has me and I think it’s going to kill me!
The world returns slowly. We’ve fallen off the counter, just lying in a tangled heap on the floor, covered in semen, blood and sweat. I’m breathing like I just run the marathon in five seconds flat, desperately trying to get air into my lungs. Darren is tangled around me. He opens his eyes like they have lead weights on the lids and just stares at me. I think he tries to move his head. I try to follow the movement. It’s just too hard. I smile instead, and that feels like I’m lifting a truck. We lay there, tangled together, smiling at each other.
I don’t think it takes us long to fall asleep.
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Date: 2004-04-16 12:50 pm (UTC)*blink blink*
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... mibble?
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Stop breaking my brain! It's getting hard to fix. If it's not the funny it's the hot. Guh.
But why do I have to keep worrying about what's going to happen when Darren's not so tired anymore and the wards are still off...?
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Date: 2004-04-18 04:07 am (UTC)Um, because I'm worried about that too... and it looks like a legitimate worry... Oh dear.