tattooedsappho (tattooedsappho) wrote in imp_inkstains, @ 2007-12-15 20:17:00 |
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Current mood: | crazy |
Current music: | Lacuna Coil - Unspoken |
Entry tags: | randomness |
I have major issues...
Title: Re:The Raven
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Edgar Allen Poe
Characters: narrator, Nevermore
Pairing: n/N
Warning: drug use, masturbation, bestality, the general butchering a wonderful poem
Notes: randomness that entered my brain when doing the user info for doomcrack (crossposted there as well)
Once upon a midnight needy, while I oogled hot and greedy
Over many a kinky periodical of hedonistic porn,
While I stroked it, almost gasping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently raping, raping at my chamber door.
'Just a minute!' I quickly sputtered, zipped my pants and hid the porn,
Then listened for the taps once more.
So vaguely I remember that purple haze December,
Glass bowls and pizza boxes scattered thickly on the floor.
Desperately I feared the morrow – foolishly I begged to borrow
Bad credit with my dealer follows – follows nonpayment for sure -
For I had no money on or near me, this I knew for certain sure -
Debts were paid for evermore.
And in porn I took my refuge lusting wanting needing
Thrilling – filling high my loins with pleasure I hoped would long endure
So that now, through the mad rushing in my veins, I stood repeating
'Just a minute, just a moment, hang on a second please' -
As I struggled to conceal the bulge, 'Hand on a second please'
Pushing down and zipping more.
Presently my cock grew softer, hesitating then no longer
'Dude' said I 'I heard you tapping at my door;
But I was playing with my ferret when you came rapping,
And though quickly I came running, running to my chamber door
I fear I've left you waiting long' – here I opened up the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into my pockets fishing, feeling round then smiling, sighing
Peering though the darkness as I pulled out my bowl to smoke once more
Packed it full as I looked 'round, hearing no footsteps on the ground
Lit it up and sucked the smoke, took a truly awesome toke
My exhalation whispered softly to the darkness 'Score'
As I stepped backwards through the door.
Back into my chamber turning, my cock half full with hunger, yearning
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before
'Damnit' I swore 'What the fuck is at my window;
I just want to jerk to porn but this mystery I must explore
I'll just toke one minute longer then this mystery I'll explore
Maybe it's a strung out whore.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately raven, not a strawberry strung out whore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with a wing flap rather dainty, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon my incense burner just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird sat watching my hand stroke my cock sliding,
Up and down my hardening member with eyes as lusty as a whore,
'Though thy crest be short and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven.
Horny hot and luscious raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me thy name if you want to watch me wank some more!'
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'
I stroked harder for the raven, he who watched so enraptured, plainly
Though it's answer I thought fishy – not his real name I was sure
I could not help smiling while he watched me strum the banjo
Growing harder, pumping faster as he gazed from above my chamber door -
Blackest bird above my burner, sweetly scenting from above my chamber door,
I moaned and whispered, 'Nevermore.'
The raven then toward me came and alight upon my thigh
And one word he spoke as if to assert what his intentions were
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered -
While he bent his head and took my dripping member like a worm -
Sweet caress his bird tongue gave me as he suckled on my worm,
I thrust and cried out, 'Nevermore!'
Encouraged by his name so spoken he resumed without choking,
Bobbed his feathered head up and down and over my schlong
It felt so wrong and wickedly good I knew that I would be his whore
Till the time he flew away and I couldn't be a raven's whore
I would belong to Nevermore.
So the raven still a sucking all my shaft into his busting
Beak and throat, his muscles squeezed me, tenderly they teased me
Pushed me farther than I had ever done while simply rubbing off.
Urged me into ecstacy no mortal man had felt before
Twisted me with pleasure no mortal man had felt before
I knew I'd cum for Nevermore.
I spilled my seed into his gullet filled him with such creamy cheese
I thought for sure he'd tasted before – for how can one such raven be,
To know the things that would please, would coax me into such release
Unless he came from dreamy space where ravens did routinely score
And found me simply because he wanted just an easy score
That cunning raven, Nevermore.
And the raven, never flinching, still is sitting, still is sitting
On my incense burner sweetly scenting from above my chamber door.
His feathered prowess at fellatio quickly sets my cock to spitting
Each night I pull my shaft out for him, pull it out and ask for more
And he eagerly awaits it for he knows I will always ask for more
We'll be parted - nevermore!
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