hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-06-18 10:36:00 |
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Current mood: | apathetic |
Entry tags: | prompt 13: danger, star-fic |
Original poster: star_dancer54
Title: Four
Author: star_dancer54
Warnings: Improper use of wands, as well as weak mindfuck
Word Count: 365 *demented cackle*
Summary: Happy Father's Day, Lucius.
Feedback: Talk to me.
A/N: For hd_365's thirteenth prompt of ‘Danger.’
“Avada.”
The body that is tied to the bed arches up, sweat gleaming on skin flushed with arousal. A hand hovers over the chest as the wand it holds gently plays over tight pectorals. The very tip of the wand brushes against a nipple and the body lets out a broken moan.
The hand’s owner leans up and presses a harsh kiss to an open mouth. The kiss ends with a sharp bite and a hissed word. “Avada.”
The body positively writhes against the sheets, squirming as if it can’t decide whether to arch into the wand against its sternum or pull away from it. It just trembles as the wand tip slides down a flat abdomen to tease at the small indent of a navel. The wand tip slides inside, stabbing at the center before it slides out lazily and down further. A harsh whine erupts from the willing victim’s throat at the sensations. It is answered by a soft chuckle.
“Avada.” The body’s hips jerk up sharply. A painful-looking cock bobs and brushes against the wand, causing an electric jolt throughout the entire body and another shattered noise.
The wand slips lower, around the base of the cock and down the soft skin between the splayed legs. It caresses the arsehole gently before sliding in on another whispered, “Avada.”
The body jumps and shudders at the sensation. It lets out a low moan and a whispered phrase: “Fuck me.”
A soft laugh is the response. “Gladly.”
The wand inside trembles and the inside is coated in a thin layer of slick liquid. Muscles are forced to relax before the wand slips out and a hard cock slides in to take its place. A muttered word and the binds that trap the victim are released. Limbs held in one position immediately wrap around a slim waist and hold on as the thrusts begin.
It is a harsh, punishing pace they set. The lovers pant, bite, or mark in whatever ways they can. Nails rake skin, teeth sink into shoulders, mouths suck painfully on necks, and all too soon orgasm rears up to drown them, suffocate them, destroy them, and rebuild them.
And it does.