I have a serious weakness for ink/quill kink, and powerplay, and bloodplay, and this is just. God. Wow.
Your Dolores is so wonderfully, beautifully ugly. And your Rita takes my breath away.
So many lines I love:
It hadn't taken Rita long to recognise Dolores as a kindred spirit, a woman admirably ruthless and dedicated primarily to her own advancement. - omg yes
Good story, good orgasm, no difference - THIS. So perfect. I love the comparison of stories to sex in Rita's mind, and you show us so beautifully here the ruthless way she approaches both.
With the slash of her quill, on parchment, on flesh, she could make the world bleed. - Gorgeous.
Magic can't turn blood into jewels, but Rita can write words into life. Hasn't she just turned Dolores's very body into a command? Power visible.
Quill into cock; what could be more appropriate?
The Word made flesh.
ahsgjsgshgdfwjedfajwtfedwqytfdwyqtfwgdw. That is all. You have reduced me to keyboard mash.
(And you need to write Rita more often. I loved her before, in Truth Beyond, and she slays me just as much here. I want to eat her with a spoon. The end.)
Oh my god. Oh. My. Fucking. God.
This is. Just. Gah.
I have a serious weakness for ink/quill kink, and powerplay, and bloodplay, and this is just. God. Wow.
Your Dolores is so wonderfully, beautifully ugly. And your Rita takes my breath away.
So many lines I love:
It hadn't taken Rita long to recognise Dolores as a kindred spirit, a woman admirably ruthless and dedicated primarily to her own advancement. - omg yes
Good story, good orgasm, no difference - THIS. So perfect. I love the comparison of stories to sex in Rita's mind, and you show us so beautifully here the ruthless way she approaches both.
With the slash of her quill, on parchment, on flesh, she could make the world bleed. - Gorgeous.
Magic can't turn blood into jewels, but Rita can write words into life. Hasn't she just turned Dolores's very body into a command? Power visible.
Quill into cock; what could be more appropriate?
The Word made flesh.
ahsgjsgshgdfwjedfajwtfedwqytfdwyqtfwgdw.
(And you need to write Rita more often. I loved her before, in Truth Beyond, and she slays me just as much here. I want to eat her with a spoon. The end.)