Post by Mog on May 31, 2011 19:25:53 GMT -5
Burning Ring Of Fire
(An ALTCLAM parody that I was asked for after I made a joke about it, finally made to congratulate FK on finishing her exams. Read at your own risk, and be thankful for Semantic Fields and metaphor, else I'd have to go real deep. This made me feel dirty. Also, LOL, whattatitle. Please don't make me ever do this again.)
The flames crackled gently as they burned. There was something delightful in watching the curved columns of heat flair up and down, dancing to and fro at a pace that made heart beats quicken and eyes widen with pleasure. In the otherwise dark camp where the biting cold threatened to claim all those breathing the deep slow breaths of sleep... and the camps one lone watcher, his heart racing, the steam rising past his mouth into the sky bustling with a light blue starlight. His fists clenching tightly as he started into the fire, watched it rise slowly up and down as it stoked its way softly up her thigh...
Arioch mumbled to herself and rolled over in her sleep, the fire coating her twisting with her body, rolling and bouncing off her burning shoulders with her would-be dark hair, completely unaware of the of the pent-up hothouse behind her slowly rising to a standing position. Our careless predator had abandoned all reason minutes ago, perhaps explaining while he carelessly stood on a badly placed twig a few steps into his smouldering prowl. Arioch twitched, immediately awake. She spun around, eyes alert with a coolness hidden by her current state.
"Ah, Luke. I... um..."
Words failed the elf as she regarded the behemoth before her. Luke's eyes burned, scorched, tore away through the flames that cloaked her, the clothing hiding her warm flesh, through every facade anyone could hope to put up into the heart of the very soul. Into the deepest, most delicate call of life. The call for life. It was a look everyone sees at least once in there life, and one they wear at least once as well. It was the gaze that made Arioch unconsciously pull herself up into a sitting position and back away slightly. The gaze that made the deer freeze unto the might of the wolf. The gaze that a man wore as he fought on, his friends falling around him. It was the simplest form of instinct. The desire to have, to hunt, to survive. The unstoppable longing for satiation, anything to appease the thumping blood ringing through the body, the sweat dripping down and around each and every body muscle, the throbbing call from deep inside. Silently, Luke approached Arioch and, with eyes wide as saucers, Arioch found herself submissive for the first time in her life.
Arioch never once questioned how, as her fingers ran across that muscular chest, curling around each dripping hunk with a demonic glee, inhaling each and every last bit on offer ravenously. Nor did Luk, as he pulled her mouth angainst his, savouring the lips he had longed for, finding that no amount of tasting would be enough to satisfy his need for the taste of that mouth, for the scent of her flushed skin or the feel of her tongue, forced into silence under the pressure of the heat between the two. Time was taken, each second of this hot bliss was enjoyed, clothing was peeled off one by one by hands thoroughly enjoying their job and its delicious perks, sharp and hungry nails tore pants from hard legs before impatiently stroking a prize coming ever closer, hands ripped cloth from sweet skin before coming against the perfect delicacies presented willingly, a rogue finger rebelliously circling a summit, and for a moment the gasp of a wounded animal rang out over the desert, before the feast continued.
They were against one another now, as close as they could get and yet still teasing nature, rubbing up and down and up and down at an erratic tempo, their eyes nver once leaving on another, their bodies doing all the longed for work. Legs curled round and straightened again, arms grabbing and pulling and touching and stroking and scratching, mouths kissed and licked and tasted, bodies roved wildly in an infinite effort to get closer and closer, to feel better and better. Sweat dripped from both and instantly evaporated, only adding to the heat writhing and thrashing with the two animals amidst their fitfull orgy of long sought-after pleasures.
A cry of pain and satisfaction was matched by a growl of animal triumph. Blood pumped through the veins at a speed unheard of, hearts raced in answer to the call, muscles thrust and grinded against one another in an effort to maximise this intense feeling, cries and whimpers and moans banged and clanged and joyously danced amidst the stars as the heat grew and grew with the quickening of pace. At some point arms had wrapped the two closely together, their eyes locked in watching the emotions run and pulse through one another, each thrust of manic angry joy, each throbbing beat of the drum only the two of them could hear, each revolution of the planet only the two of them could feel. Her eyes betrayed a shaft of light lancing through them, and the two of them dug nails into one another as a harsh, wonderful cry went up from the both of them. There, in that moment, they lived forever, together.
...And afterwards, lay together watching the embers of the fire die and drifing off to sleep in each others arms, they could not think of anything other than that heated emotion.
* * *
Something felt uncomfortable. Solace, finding the energy from somewhere, reached up half-heartedly to light a candle, breathing heavily in the first light she had seen for what felt like a life time. With shaking arms she pulled herself up to a sitting position on the bed, stopping for a moment to regard the slashed and shredded sheets, and with a shaking hand she stuffed what was, given the circumstances, nowhere near enough Elf Weed into a pipe. Turning her head upward toward the ceiling now covered in sword slashes and burn marks she cringed in pain and looked back down at her bruised body. Bruises were one thing, but she was still bleeding from one cut across her stomach. Feeling it was probably a good idea to heal it up, Solace looked around in vain for her flute a while before realising with a moment of clarity what felt so uncomfortable. Having played a few healthy notes and putting it down hurriedly, trying very hard not to think, Solace closed her eyes and was swallowed by what had become over the past evening an eerily comfortable pitch black darkness. her eyes useless to her, she remembered the feelings. There had been the faerie shaped hands. Human hands too. Claws, not sure what they were from. There had been antennae too, she remembered as she ran a hand over her well-explored chest, prying antennae all over. Solace shivered as her hands recalled other invaders, particuarly the tentacle. Then there was all that... stuff. All of it a different consistency, some of it warm, some of it freezing cold, some of it itched and, Solace recalled with a shiver, was itched, all of it everywhere 'till she thought she'd gone mad. Perhaps she had, Solace pondered behind her eyelids, if she was sane then at some point the night before she was lifted up by a...blanket of darkness? It was the only way she could think to describe it, the way it curled round her like fog, eddying amoungst the natural darkness like an invisible force of... um... well, just force, really. Finally, there was that thing with the big teeth. Here Solace ran her pinkie finger over her left thigh where, much to her delight and dismay, she found a set of tooth shaped grooves not quite harsh enough to pierce skin.
Solace recalled fighting tooth and nail all night, swinging and lashing out with whatever she could get her hands on. She wasn't sure when the fight had stopped and the sex had started. She wasn't sure if it had. Finally opening her eyes with a peculiar expression on her face Solace turned to the oddly harmless looking faerie sat on the chair on the other side of the room, smiling a smile that was deceptively amicable. Solace looked into those eyes, her face twisting into a smile, her mind twisting with it.
* * *
Meanwhile, Isaac gayed it up with Luke, and it was fucking hot. Netreya was a good sport.
FIN...landiawhiteeyes.
(An ALTCLAM parody that I was asked for after I made a joke about it, finally made to congratulate FK on finishing her exams. Read at your own risk, and be thankful for Semantic Fields and metaphor, else I'd have to go real deep. This made me feel dirty. Also, LOL, whattatitle. Please don't make me ever do this again.)
The flames crackled gently as they burned. There was something delightful in watching the curved columns of heat flair up and down, dancing to and fro at a pace that made heart beats quicken and eyes widen with pleasure. In the otherwise dark camp where the biting cold threatened to claim all those breathing the deep slow breaths of sleep... and the camps one lone watcher, his heart racing, the steam rising past his mouth into the sky bustling with a light blue starlight. His fists clenching tightly as he started into the fire, watched it rise slowly up and down as it stoked its way softly up her thigh...
Arioch mumbled to herself and rolled over in her sleep, the fire coating her twisting with her body, rolling and bouncing off her burning shoulders with her would-be dark hair, completely unaware of the of the pent-up hothouse behind her slowly rising to a standing position. Our careless predator had abandoned all reason minutes ago, perhaps explaining while he carelessly stood on a badly placed twig a few steps into his smouldering prowl. Arioch twitched, immediately awake. She spun around, eyes alert with a coolness hidden by her current state.
"Ah, Luke. I... um..."
Words failed the elf as she regarded the behemoth before her. Luke's eyes burned, scorched, tore away through the flames that cloaked her, the clothing hiding her warm flesh, through every facade anyone could hope to put up into the heart of the very soul. Into the deepest, most delicate call of life. The call for life. It was a look everyone sees at least once in there life, and one they wear at least once as well. It was the gaze that made Arioch unconsciously pull herself up into a sitting position and back away slightly. The gaze that made the deer freeze unto the might of the wolf. The gaze that a man wore as he fought on, his friends falling around him. It was the simplest form of instinct. The desire to have, to hunt, to survive. The unstoppable longing for satiation, anything to appease the thumping blood ringing through the body, the sweat dripping down and around each and every body muscle, the throbbing call from deep inside. Silently, Luke approached Arioch and, with eyes wide as saucers, Arioch found herself submissive for the first time in her life.
Arioch never once questioned how, as her fingers ran across that muscular chest, curling around each dripping hunk with a demonic glee, inhaling each and every last bit on offer ravenously. Nor did Luk, as he pulled her mouth angainst his, savouring the lips he had longed for, finding that no amount of tasting would be enough to satisfy his need for the taste of that mouth, for the scent of her flushed skin or the feel of her tongue, forced into silence under the pressure of the heat between the two. Time was taken, each second of this hot bliss was enjoyed, clothing was peeled off one by one by hands thoroughly enjoying their job and its delicious perks, sharp and hungry nails tore pants from hard legs before impatiently stroking a prize coming ever closer, hands ripped cloth from sweet skin before coming against the perfect delicacies presented willingly, a rogue finger rebelliously circling a summit, and for a moment the gasp of a wounded animal rang out over the desert, before the feast continued.
They were against one another now, as close as they could get and yet still teasing nature, rubbing up and down and up and down at an erratic tempo, their eyes nver once leaving on another, their bodies doing all the longed for work. Legs curled round and straightened again, arms grabbing and pulling and touching and stroking and scratching, mouths kissed and licked and tasted, bodies roved wildly in an infinite effort to get closer and closer, to feel better and better. Sweat dripped from both and instantly evaporated, only adding to the heat writhing and thrashing with the two animals amidst their fitfull orgy of long sought-after pleasures.
A cry of pain and satisfaction was matched by a growl of animal triumph. Blood pumped through the veins at a speed unheard of, hearts raced in answer to the call, muscles thrust and grinded against one another in an effort to maximise this intense feeling, cries and whimpers and moans banged and clanged and joyously danced amidst the stars as the heat grew and grew with the quickening of pace. At some point arms had wrapped the two closely together, their eyes locked in watching the emotions run and pulse through one another, each thrust of manic angry joy, each throbbing beat of the drum only the two of them could hear, each revolution of the planet only the two of them could feel. Her eyes betrayed a shaft of light lancing through them, and the two of them dug nails into one another as a harsh, wonderful cry went up from the both of them. There, in that moment, they lived forever, together.
...And afterwards, lay together watching the embers of the fire die and drifing off to sleep in each others arms, they could not think of anything other than that heated emotion.
* * *
Something felt uncomfortable. Solace, finding the energy from somewhere, reached up half-heartedly to light a candle, breathing heavily in the first light she had seen for what felt like a life time. With shaking arms she pulled herself up to a sitting position on the bed, stopping for a moment to regard the slashed and shredded sheets, and with a shaking hand she stuffed what was, given the circumstances, nowhere near enough Elf Weed into a pipe. Turning her head upward toward the ceiling now covered in sword slashes and burn marks she cringed in pain and looked back down at her bruised body. Bruises were one thing, but she was still bleeding from one cut across her stomach. Feeling it was probably a good idea to heal it up, Solace looked around in vain for her flute a while before realising with a moment of clarity what felt so uncomfortable. Having played a few healthy notes and putting it down hurriedly, trying very hard not to think, Solace closed her eyes and was swallowed by what had become over the past evening an eerily comfortable pitch black darkness. her eyes useless to her, she remembered the feelings. There had been the faerie shaped hands. Human hands too. Claws, not sure what they were from. There had been antennae too, she remembered as she ran a hand over her well-explored chest, prying antennae all over. Solace shivered as her hands recalled other invaders, particuarly the tentacle. Then there was all that... stuff. All of it a different consistency, some of it warm, some of it freezing cold, some of it itched and, Solace recalled with a shiver, was itched, all of it everywhere 'till she thought she'd gone mad. Perhaps she had, Solace pondered behind her eyelids, if she was sane then at some point the night before she was lifted up by a...blanket of darkness? It was the only way she could think to describe it, the way it curled round her like fog, eddying amoungst the natural darkness like an invisible force of... um... well, just force, really. Finally, there was that thing with the big teeth. Here Solace ran her pinkie finger over her left thigh where, much to her delight and dismay, she found a set of tooth shaped grooves not quite harsh enough to pierce skin.
Solace recalled fighting tooth and nail all night, swinging and lashing out with whatever she could get her hands on. She wasn't sure when the fight had stopped and the sex had started. She wasn't sure if it had. Finally opening her eyes with a peculiar expression on her face Solace turned to the oddly harmless looking faerie sat on the chair on the other side of the room, smiling a smile that was deceptively amicable. Solace looked into those eyes, her face twisting into a smile, her mind twisting with it.
* * *
Meanwhile, Isaac gayed it up with Luke, and it was fucking hot. Netreya was a good sport.
FIN...landiawhiteeyes.
