ederyn (ederyn) wrote in gw_fanworks, @ 2007-08-18 15:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | ederyn, fic, trowa |
Title: Addiction
Author: ederyn
Characters: Trowa and a lion
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bestiality
Summary: Trowa has a secret
Author's Notes: Written for gundam_100 but this version has way too many words. Doh! I should really find somewhere else to post these so no one goes blind. *ponders the wisdom of creating a GW comm for edgy fics*
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There was a thrill in the risk...in trusting your most intimate body parts to a wild animal. Just like gambling sometimes became an addiction. Trowa could easily get addicted to the risk. He was in utter bliss as the lion licked his organ, caressing his shaft with its rough tongue. A little beef fat smeared on his cock was all it took; the lion would spend several minutes licking it off. Trowa spread his legs a little wider, spreading his cock and balls for more contact. With closed eyes he lolled his head against the floor of the cage, gently thrusting his hips as the lion lapped at the tip of his cock, pushing its tongue into the slit. It was amazing what the animal could do with just its tongue, stroking his rod and caressing his testicles...bathing his balls with its tongue.
It was foolish to tempt fate like this, but Trowa needed the thrill. He never used to undress for this, but he found the risk of discovery almost as heady as the risk of injury. Just the thought of getting caught was enough to make him come, and right now he was teetering on the brink of an orgasm that wouldn't wait. One final thrust of the hips and it was all over, his eyes opening wide during the shuddering climax as a silly thought popping into his head: would a lion swallow?
Heh. He's probably put worse things in his mouth.
It occurred to him that he ought to return the favor, but there was no way he could overcome the squick factor of giving a lion a blowjob. He most certainly couldn't allow it to penetrate him. Lions had spines covering the penis that would be excruciatingly painful when the lion withdrew.
He'd worry about that later. Right now Trowa closed his eyes again and sank back against the cold steel floor, running his fingers through the lion's fur the way he would for a lover. He was most certainly a fool, for if the lion ever bit down on his penis he'd lose it—no question, and if he lost that he wouldn't want to live. As his breathing slowly steadied and he came back to earth, only one thought circled in his mind:
He'd survived again.