Legend (Darkness/Lily)
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kinkfestTitle: Forbidden Love
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic sex
Word count: 1,178
Summary: Darkness claims his one true love
Prompt: #40. Legend, Darkness/Lily: Playing hard to get - she was toying with him, and he loved her all the more for her audacity.
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Forbidden Love
She was toying with him, and he loved her all the more for her audacity. But, if she thought it was all just a game, she was wrong. He’d loved her forever, from afar. Maybe not in this form, but in one form or another since time began.
Lily. His Lily. She didn’t really belong in that world outside his domain. She belonged with him, forever, and he finally had the chance to stake his claim, to make her his eternal love, to make the world his, to become complete.
She’d committed the most horrible sin to which a human could succumb, sinking to a level atrocious enough to condemn the world in which she lived to eternal winter. And, he loved her all the more for her darkness.
Darkness. That’s what they called him, but they all were filled with a part of him, a part they denied, a part they could never understand. And it was when they succumbed to arrogance and selfishness and desire that they became his to control, to consume, to cast aside or welcome home, as he chose.
He liked to destroy them. Or turn them into hideous goblins condemned to serve him, destined to help him rise to power over the puny humans and their thoughts, their wishes, their desires. A worse fate he could scarcely think of, taking away their freedom and their self-assumed beauty.
Lily. Her beauty would remain eternal. Eternal in this lovely dark form to which she had sunk.
In her arrogance, in her sin-filled existence, she had destroyed the last female unicorn and condemned her mate to eternal damnation. And, now, here in his lair, she had succumbed yet again, accepting his gifts, though she still claimed to be pure and white as the snow that now blanketed her world above.
It was only a matter of time. Now that she wore his gifts, now that she danced to his music, partook of his food, she was a part of his world, and would never see her own again.
Each graceful whirl, each move brought her closer to him: closer in heart, in mind, in soul. He could feel her now, feel the lust and greed and want her lips denied.
Each clomping step took him closer to her, each turn she made of the room heightened her color, drew his eyes to the dress that clung to her like a second skin, to white breasts that protruded from the front of the dress. Breasts that he longed to touch, to sink his black talons into.
He throbbed for her, his agony growing with each step he took, each circle she turned. With a soft roar that purred in his throat, that slipped through sharp teeth, he fingered himself, milked himself until he was hard and ready. Ready for Lily, ready to claim her and take his place as ruler of heaven and hell.
Eyes filled with tears, she stopped so abruptly mid-spin, that she almost fell, toppling to one side, grasping the back of an ornate chair to stay upright. She wavered, though, almost overcome with the grief inspired by sin. He could feel it too, grief without hope of release made her all the more beautiful, made his erection all the more painful as neared her.
Those beautiful eyes widened at the sight of him. Fear mingled with remorse and denial as she placed the chair between them.
She couldn’t escape him. There was nowhere to run. But he enjoyed the game, building her hopes only to dash them. In the end, he would take her and love her as he had never loved. Virgin within virgin. The world would tremble beneath their coupling.
“My sweet Lily.” His voice filled the room, more than a purr, but not quite the boom with which he addressed the goblins. “Mine at last.”
She doubled over in her sorrow, wrapping her arms around herself as if she felt physical pain. “I will never be yours. I belong to Jack. He loves me. What does a monster like you know of love?”
He’d never expected her to love him, not at first and certainly not the way he loved her. But, she’d grow to love him, to appreciate him, to respect his power and serve him without question. “I have loved you since before the world began. I have loved you and waited for you with a patience that knew no bounds. But, I have grown tired of waiting and your sin has brought you to my side. No greater love could a woman have for a god than she destroy her own world in her efforts to become his consort.”
“Nooooo.” Her body trembled with unshed sobs. “I will never be yours. I will never...never...”
He destroyed the table with one smash of his enormous fist, tired of waiting when she was standing right there before him. She backed up, across the room, until she was pressed against the wall and there was nowhere to run.
Claiming her was sweet. A gentle stroke of claws against her cheek, the ripping of cloth covering supple white skin, a kiss--he was surprised by his own gentleness--he had waited since the beginning of time to bestow on his one, true love.
She cowered before him, slipping from his grasp to cower at his feet, begging, promising him anything if he would only release her, only spare her world. He considered--at least briefly--granting her request. There were many things she could do for him. Given of her own free will, they would guarantee she would remain his forever. But, he remained silent, waiting to see what she’d give on her own.
She took him in her hands, marveled at the size of him and then kissed his length. The shudder that ran through his body threatened to spill his seed before he was ready. That her touch--the simple touch of a maiden--could bring him such joy was beyond comprehension, so he moved closer, pushing through her hands, thrusting against her mouth.
She played his games now. He could feel her hope--false hope--as she gave willingly of her mouth to pleasure him. He could feel her growing desire--she claimed it was for freedom, but he didn’t miss the way she closed her eyes as she drank him in--as she sucked him and stroked him to the verge of explosion.
She didn’t see it coming when he took her, his grasp gentle, but firm, as he threw her to the dark tiled floor and spread her legs. She cried--tears of surprise as he pushed into her, tears of pain as her body resisted--but in the end, when she was filled with him, her back arched and her eyes closed, leaving only the tears that had spilled onto her cheeks.
She shuddered with him, trembled beneath his roar of victory. And when her eyes opened--dark as the night and filled with lingering desire--he knew she was his.
Forever.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic sex
Word count: 1,178
Summary: Darkness claims his one true love
Prompt: #40. Legend, Darkness/Lily: Playing hard to get - she was toying with him, and he loved her all the more for her audacity.
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Forbidden Love
She was toying with him, and he loved her all the more for her audacity. But, if she thought it was all just a game, she was wrong. He’d loved her forever, from afar. Maybe not in this form, but in one form or another since time began.
Lily. His Lily. She didn’t really belong in that world outside his domain. She belonged with him, forever, and he finally had the chance to stake his claim, to make her his eternal love, to make the world his, to become complete.
She’d committed the most horrible sin to which a human could succumb, sinking to a level atrocious enough to condemn the world in which she lived to eternal winter. And, he loved her all the more for her darkness.
Darkness. That’s what they called him, but they all were filled with a part of him, a part they denied, a part they could never understand. And it was when they succumbed to arrogance and selfishness and desire that they became his to control, to consume, to cast aside or welcome home, as he chose.
He liked to destroy them. Or turn them into hideous goblins condemned to serve him, destined to help him rise to power over the puny humans and their thoughts, their wishes, their desires. A worse fate he could scarcely think of, taking away their freedom and their self-assumed beauty.
Lily. Her beauty would remain eternal. Eternal in this lovely dark form to which she had sunk.
In her arrogance, in her sin-filled existence, she had destroyed the last female unicorn and condemned her mate to eternal damnation. And, now, here in his lair, she had succumbed yet again, accepting his gifts, though she still claimed to be pure and white as the snow that now blanketed her world above.
It was only a matter of time. Now that she wore his gifts, now that she danced to his music, partook of his food, she was a part of his world, and would never see her own again.
Each graceful whirl, each move brought her closer to him: closer in heart, in mind, in soul. He could feel her now, feel the lust and greed and want her lips denied.
Each clomping step took him closer to her, each turn she made of the room heightened her color, drew his eyes to the dress that clung to her like a second skin, to white breasts that protruded from the front of the dress. Breasts that he longed to touch, to sink his black talons into.
He throbbed for her, his agony growing with each step he took, each circle she turned. With a soft roar that purred in his throat, that slipped through sharp teeth, he fingered himself, milked himself until he was hard and ready. Ready for Lily, ready to claim her and take his place as ruler of heaven and hell.
Eyes filled with tears, she stopped so abruptly mid-spin, that she almost fell, toppling to one side, grasping the back of an ornate chair to stay upright. She wavered, though, almost overcome with the grief inspired by sin. He could feel it too, grief without hope of release made her all the more beautiful, made his erection all the more painful as neared her.
Those beautiful eyes widened at the sight of him. Fear mingled with remorse and denial as she placed the chair between them.
She couldn’t escape him. There was nowhere to run. But he enjoyed the game, building her hopes only to dash them. In the end, he would take her and love her as he had never loved. Virgin within virgin. The world would tremble beneath their coupling.
“My sweet Lily.” His voice filled the room, more than a purr, but not quite the boom with which he addressed the goblins. “Mine at last.”
She doubled over in her sorrow, wrapping her arms around herself as if she felt physical pain. “I will never be yours. I belong to Jack. He loves me. What does a monster like you know of love?”
He’d never expected her to love him, not at first and certainly not the way he loved her. But, she’d grow to love him, to appreciate him, to respect his power and serve him without question. “I have loved you since before the world began. I have loved you and waited for you with a patience that knew no bounds. But, I have grown tired of waiting and your sin has brought you to my side. No greater love could a woman have for a god than she destroy her own world in her efforts to become his consort.”
“Nooooo.” Her body trembled with unshed sobs. “I will never be yours. I will never...never...”
He destroyed the table with one smash of his enormous fist, tired of waiting when she was standing right there before him. She backed up, across the room, until she was pressed against the wall and there was nowhere to run.
Claiming her was sweet. A gentle stroke of claws against her cheek, the ripping of cloth covering supple white skin, a kiss--he was surprised by his own gentleness--he had waited since the beginning of time to bestow on his one, true love.
She cowered before him, slipping from his grasp to cower at his feet, begging, promising him anything if he would only release her, only spare her world. He considered--at least briefly--granting her request. There were many things she could do for him. Given of her own free will, they would guarantee she would remain his forever. But, he remained silent, waiting to see what she’d give on her own.
She took him in her hands, marveled at the size of him and then kissed his length. The shudder that ran through his body threatened to spill his seed before he was ready. That her touch--the simple touch of a maiden--could bring him such joy was beyond comprehension, so he moved closer, pushing through her hands, thrusting against her mouth.
She played his games now. He could feel her hope--false hope--as she gave willingly of her mouth to pleasure him. He could feel her growing desire--she claimed it was for freedom, but he didn’t miss the way she closed her eyes as she drank him in--as she sucked him and stroked him to the verge of explosion.
She didn’t see it coming when he took her, his grasp gentle, but firm, as he threw her to the dark tiled floor and spread her legs. She cried--tears of surprise as he pushed into her, tears of pain as her body resisted--but in the end, when she was filled with him, her back arched and her eyes closed, leaving only the tears that had spilled onto her cheeks.
She shuddered with him, trembled beneath his roar of victory. And when her eyes opened--dark as the night and filled with lingering desire--he knew she was his.
Forever.
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