Crowned in Collar and Flame, The Beast’s Offering…

[Be****]

You stand before me,
Trembling like a sinner at the gates of a cathedral Both ***s and longs to defile.
Your breath hitches, not from anticipation, but from recognition.
As if your soul has known mine across lifetimes, across sins..
The frozen wastelands of loneliness where many tried to touch your body but never reached your duша, your soul.
And now, here, in the dim glow of candlelight and unspoken vows, you feel it: the unbearable weight of being seen.

Not glanced at. Not consumed. Dissected. With reverence. With cruelty. With love so fierce it borders on ***.

A pretty girl in pretty chains. A fantasy they could control. They didn’t want the truth of you, the wild, weeping, ravenous truth that claws at your ribs from the inside. They didn’t want the storm. They wanted the calm after.

But I? I am the storm. I am the lightning that splits the sky in two. I do not calm you. I unmake you.

I see the way your fingers curl into your palms not from ***, but from the unbearable tension of wanting to reach. Wanting to touch, to cling, to claim. But you don’t. You wait. Because something in you knows….

And that’s what frightens you most, isn’t it? Not the crop. Not the rope. Not even the promise of ***. It’s the way I smile when you flinch, slow, dark, like a man who has read your diary, your dreams, your deepest, most shameful fantasies, and still leans in closer. Because I have. Not with my hands. With my eyes. I’ve read you like a sacred text written in sweat and silence.

You don’t want to be handled. You want to be hunted. You want to be chased through the forests of your own mind until you collapse at my feet, not from exhaustion from relief. From finally being caught by someone who doesn’t apologize for seeing every twisted, beautiful, broken part of you and saying, “Da. Mine.”

Watching.

Waiting.

Owning.


Beast.

[Se****]

This is beautiful

[Ta****]

This is soul touchingly deep & felt

[PixieDust]

I could lose myself in these words over and over, they are beautiful. Thank you for sharing, you are a constant source of inspiration to me  🖤

[Be****]

2 hours ago, PixieDust said:

I could lose myself in these words over and over, they are beautiful. Thank you for sharing, you are a constant source of inspiration to me  🖤

So are you ⚡️🖤🖤