Popular Post jinxed Posted March 18 Popular Post (edited) It's through a worn-out book that I make your acquaintance. From the very first encounter, you have my full attention as I recognise you the moment you appear in front of me with your booming voice and your presumptuous demeaner. Nothing about you can repel me. Not your unappealing appearance with your bald round head, stocky build and plain features. Not your brash behaviour that shows in your insulting and disparaging of even the most innocent people. Especially not your obsession with evil. How could it? Hell is my home. A pit where coal-black rock walls surround lakes filled with magma and where I live with no one else but three demons. An imposing one whose towering figure can emerge from behind a stone corner at any given time with a bellow that makes me tremble, a monstrous one whose mud-brown skin is covered in puddles of puss and abscesses with beady eyes that lecherously scan my body whenever I meet him, and a feisty little devil whose mischievous grin hides the fact that his words can both entertain and hurt me. I find all three of them united in you. And yet, something is different. The secret visits to your manor start soon after our introduction. At night, when I close my eyes, I find myself at the entrance to a candle-lit knight's hall. The end of the metal chain that keeps pulling on my neck is held by a dauntingly beautiful black-haired woman in a simple frock. My bare feet are stiffened by the icy and rough stone tiles and my naked body is shaking as it struggles against the coldness of the room. We are waiting for you to call me forward and to decide whether I'm fit to be your next offering. Suddenly, the walls echo with your roar and with a yank at my neck, I'm set in motion, coming towards you in a rigid stride. My heart starts to race as soon as I catch sight of you. There you are, in all your shining magnitude! At the far end of the hall, warmed by the blazing fire next to you and the ensnarling hands of one of your concubines, you sit on your throne, your arm around her waist, a greedy smile on your lips as you kiss her bare breasts. With a kick into the back of my legs, I'm f0rced to kneel before you. Sighing complacently, you lean back and focus your attention on me. Your gaze penetrates me, dugs its way deep into my soul, opens it up, sucks it dry and replenishes it with a boundless mesmerisation. You beckon me with an almost unnoticeable hand gesture and I crawl towards you, leaning against the pull of the chain as it strains until it falls onto the floor with a resounding rattle and I am free to move up to the seams of your robe and lay myself at your feet. Smirking you lean forward and I can see in your eyes that you appreciate my presentation. Your fingers wander the length of your robe, halt halfway down to gather the cloth and lift it up just enough to allow me to slip underneath it, then quickly drop it. I'm entrapped, kneeling between your legs in this confined and humid cave. Once my eyes get used to the darkness, I notice your fleshy thighs covered in dark fur-like hair and I rub my face against them to feel their heat and softness. My mouth knows what it's supposed to do but I wait for a sign from you. From outside the cloth, your hand cups my head and moves it vigorously towards your groin. I let you enter my mouth, lick you and play with you, suck you and seduce you, satisfy you and coax you. Countless nights follow this initiation in which your world of spells and sins becomes my hideout and I willingly let you subdue me with your omnipotence and offer you my absolute subservience. Each new reunion makes me trust you more, feel more precious to you, cherish our physical connection more, fall in love with you more and more. Gradually, I come to understand that something is different with you indeed. For the first time in my life I love who I fe@r of my own free will. Edited March 18 by jinxed
de**** Posted March 19 Very well written definitely felt what you described you can for sure bring a reader attention to how you want them to grasp words
Mr**** Posted March 19 Does not every man dream to be the "king" on the throne in your story? At least i do 🤩
jinxed Posted March 19 Author 3 hours ago, MrLust85 said: Does not every man dream to be the "king" on the throne in your story? At least i do 🤩 I hadn't thought about this! But of course, that might actually be true for some!
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