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Devil's Lust
-- A foreword:
This was written for a challenge here on DUP that I had stumbled across. I am not usually a reader of "erotica" type things but the title of this challenge caught my eye and I read an entry or two, and was kind of surprised by the graphically descriptive content of some! I decided to try it because it was outside of the norm for me and it made me somewhat uncomfortable. I challenged myself to write an entry that didn't use quite such X-rated words. Then went on to try to avoid describing sexual organs altogether while keeping it steamy.
Although this is more "erotic" than I like to get with writing, the vocabulary pales in comparison to the examples I read, and I'm happy to have done this. :)
She is human; soft and pale.
Barren of hells scars.
Her eyes are wide; full of life.
She is the essence of curiosity.
She stares as I pause.
Lusting.
I can taste her desire. It excites me.
Lips quiver as she lay herself against me;
Writhing.
She shakes under my hand. Moist with pleasure.
Her human warmth envelops me as she takes hold and guides my entrance.
Subtly she moans.
I feel her climax on me. Her nails buried deep into my back. Mouth agape and eyes closed.
Lost in a moment of ecstasy. Oblivious to her surroundings.
I am wet with her eager orgasm.
She is lost, and unaware of her worldly body.
As it begins to slide off her bones.
I am wet with her blood.
She scales me harder seeking second euphoria.
Grabbing and stroking me, her fingers drip with herself.
Pulsing.
Waves of bliss overtake her again and she squeals with excitement.
She is full of me as I steal her soul.
Fire begins to scorch her dainty framework.
She glances, bewildered, when she smells the rot.
Connective tissues snap and pop as the suffering begins.
Her cries are different now, even than she'd known.
Naive.
In life she'd never lost; promiscuous, unattainable.
In death, we mirror life.
She came to me like countless others, blind of demon's flesh.
Her final manipulation, an attempt to avoid eternity.
Her screams for god unanswered.
I keep her soul close to me.
I will take her again.
This was written for a challenge here on DUP that I had stumbled across. I am not usually a reader of "erotica" type things but the title of this challenge caught my eye and I read an entry or two, and was kind of surprised by the graphically descriptive content of some! I decided to try it because it was outside of the norm for me and it made me somewhat uncomfortable. I challenged myself to write an entry that didn't use quite such X-rated words. Then went on to try to avoid describing sexual organs altogether while keeping it steamy.
Although this is more "erotic" than I like to get with writing, the vocabulary pales in comparison to the examples I read, and I'm happy to have done this. :)
She is human; soft and pale.
Barren of hells scars.
Her eyes are wide; full of life.
She is the essence of curiosity.
She stares as I pause.
Lusting.
I can taste her desire. It excites me.
Lips quiver as she lay herself against me;
Writhing.
She shakes under my hand. Moist with pleasure.
Her human warmth envelops me as she takes hold and guides my entrance.
Subtly she moans.
I feel her climax on me. Her nails buried deep into my back. Mouth agape and eyes closed.
Lost in a moment of ecstasy. Oblivious to her surroundings.
I am wet with her eager orgasm.
She is lost, and unaware of her worldly body.
As it begins to slide off her bones.
I am wet with her blood.
She scales me harder seeking second euphoria.
Grabbing and stroking me, her fingers drip with herself.
Pulsing.
Waves of bliss overtake her again and she squeals with excitement.
She is full of me as I steal her soul.
Fire begins to scorch her dainty framework.
She glances, bewildered, when she smells the rot.
Connective tissues snap and pop as the suffering begins.
Her cries are different now, even than she'd known.
Naive.
In life she'd never lost; promiscuous, unattainable.
In death, we mirror life.
She came to me like countless others, blind of demon's flesh.
Her final manipulation, an attempt to avoid eternity.
Her screams for god unanswered.
I keep her soul close to me.
I will take her again.
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