An erotic fanfic...
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Its not long, and kinda a fail...on a scale of 1-20, how good it it?
She ran as fast as her body would allow. He followed closely, she could hear it. She also knew he wasn’t running nearly as fast as he could. He was toying with her. It was what he did to the prey that interested him.
She, Lyra, faltered. He, Claude, scented the air. Pure as the driven snow. Her soul was white, immaculate. He couldn’t have that. He saw Lyra look back; she neglected to notice the branch right in front of her.
Claude, being the demon he was, broke it off the tree before she ran, face first into it, reached out an arm, and caught her around the chest. “Now, now, now, my dear”, He, with a voice like silk, purred. She screamed respectively.
“You mustn’t go running in the dark like that… You’ll get hurt”. His voice had a bit of an old English accent. It was quite charming. Aside from the glowing red eyes, that is. Short, sleek, black, untidy hair. Normally yellow, now red, bespectacled eyes. A tailcoat. He was the very essence of charming itself.
Lyra had seen through him from the very start. Lyra. Long blond hair, dark green eyes, tan, fair skin, wide-rimmed black glasses, tall thin figure, and generous breasts She was what men lusted for. What he lusted for. Claude watched as she broke through the woods, and into a rose garden. She’d cut herself on a bush.
He sampled it. Ecstasy. He moaned softly to himself. Claude watched as she slipped further, and further away. He yearned to move forward, but stayed put. He needed to let his prey feel the proverbial line slacken.
Lyra’s heart raced, her mind clouded, and all she could think was †˜escape’. She heard Claude fall back, then the footsteps died away. She was even more scared now. It was dark, with only the moons seductive glow lighting her path. She slowed as well, to tired to move any farther.
She walked a few steps, then fell to her knees in the leaves that littered the ground. Snap. She heard a twig break, and the fear made her sit, stock still. A rabbit. She laughed to herself. A little white rabbit was what scared her.
“Get a grip Lyra”, she said to herself. She sat there, shivering, for god knows how long, before something happened. She was forced from behind, onto the ground. Her hands were bound behind her back, and a black coat was laid on the ground under her.
She couldn’t move. “C-Claude”, she gasped. She heard him chuckle darkly. “Thought you could get away did you?” He pinned her to the ground with his knee, she heard him doing quite a but of shuffling.
“Get away…. leave me alone”, she panted. His chuckle turned into an evil laugh. “No.” he answered simply, and mockingly. She struggled with what little strength she had left, but it was no use, he was a demon, at full strength, and she was just a tired mortal.
She saw a silver pocket watch fall and hit the ground next to her. It read 11:38. She was supposed to be in her room sleeping. Her parents, and the maids saw her go in. Nobody would be looking for her.
In an attempt to get away, she started feebly reciting what few prayers she picked up from her mother. Claude laughed wildly
“You think that those words can hurt me?!? That was just something humans invented to make themselves feel safer, knowing that demons ruled their world. Even if they could hurt me, you’re not speaking with confidence my dear.” He spoke the second part gently, making her relax a bit, but then she felt her heart drop. She heard the all too familiar sound of a zipper being pulled.
“No….”, She moaned. “Please don’t”. He removed his knee from her back, and she felt the cloth garment she was wearing, being torn from her body. Lyra cursed a tear that slid down her face. He grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up; he had a very soft expression on his face.
Claude used his thumb to wipe the tear away.
“Don’t cry ma chérie”, He spoke softly, his face was a mere two inches from hers. “Behave yourself, and no harm will befall you”. He brushed his lips against hers, more testing then anything else. He felt Lyra tense. He tried again, but held this one, kissing her deeply. She didn’t return it.
He went one step further, brushing his tongue against her lip, then he bit lightly. This was not something Lyra wanted, she pulled back a bit. It was too late to stop him now; he clutched her hair in his hands, and brought his mouth to hers.
She writhed, not at all enjoying it. She looked about him frantically, eyes slowing, drinking in his well built form, venturing farther †˜south’, then she blushed profusely. For the first time Lyra noticed that she was not longer clothed. Her soft delicate form was press tight against his hard, hot form.
His tongue explored her mouth, she wished it would end. Even if she did like this sort of thing, it was too greedy on his part. Claude pushed against her, forcing her back against his coat, against the ground.
Claude’s form encompassed her own with ease. She struggled a little more, to no avail. He broke the kiss for a few seconds, watching her gasp a bit, brought his gloved hand to his mouth, bit one of the finger pieces, and pulled off the glove, letting it fall to the ground. He did the same to his other hand.
Claude stood, Lyra tried to scramble away. He grabbed her gently, and sat her in front of him. He gave her a lopsided grin, she knew what was coming. He forced himself down her throat, she coughed wildly.
“That’s a good girl”, he said tauntingly. “All you have to do is simple….”- He clutched the sides of her head, making sure she couldn’t pull her mouth away- “Just…. pleasure me…. you’ll know when you’re allowed to stop…”. He grinned.
With him controlling whether or not her head moved, she couldn’t refuse him. She started really slowly, enjoying herself even less now. The faster she went, or the more intensity she had, the louder he’d sigh.
After a few minutes, Claude smiled, closed his eyes, tossed his head back and moaned. He came in her mouth. She fell back, sputtering, and glaring at him.
“M-monster”, she croaked. He smiled happily, and pushed her on her back. “Your turn”, he said. He put his index, and middle finger inside her, and spread them. Lyra tried to sit up, or scramble away, her brain was to confused to decide which; he just pushed her back down.
“Oh you’ll like this….” Lyra gasped. He stuck his tongue inside her, again, and licked her. She turned bright red, and wriggled. He would lick her very deeply, then go down, and come back up, toying with her clit, then repeating.
“Oh my…you’re already so wet…. I’ve yet to really start yet…”. He got rougher, using his fingers as well. Lyra moaned softly, whether or not she wished to admit it, it felt really good.
“Enough child’s play”, he said, skimming his tongue all the way you to her breast, pausing to claim one of her nipples in his mouth.
“T-this is child’s play?”- She was officially scared. He bit lightly, making her shudder. Claude nodded. He kissed and bit his way up her neck, then whispered in her ear. “I’m going to make you scream…”, he purred.
Lyra squealed fearfully. He kissed her again, spreading her legs with his. Claude grinned. He knew that eventually, she’d want it, but he’d have to work her up to that…
He rested the tip of his sex against hers, making her squeak out a †˜please no’. He ignored this, and began teasing her with various methods. He rubbed himself against her, so very lightly; Lyra bit her lip and blushed even deeper.
He then slide about an inch or two inside her, making her sigh, Claude could tell she wanted it, but he wanted to hear her beg. He’d pull out again, and then every time he went in, he’d add another inch.
She wriggled fitfully, panting, more out of pure lust then anything else. She mumbled something, something she knew she’d be ashamed of later.
“What was that?” He said, toying with her, wanting her to say it clearly. She shook her head. He pulled out all together. She gasped as she did so.
“N-no…” She moaned softly. He grinned, half crazed.
“No what, my little rose?”
“D-don’t…. don’t stop…. please…. just…. finish….” She closed her eyes, the red refusing to leave her face.
“Ah, now that’s what I wanted to hear”.
He rested his tip against her again, but this time, with out warning; thrust himself entirely inside her, tearing through her hymen, and even inside her womb, which got the deserved scream.
He moaned himself, feeling her constrict around him. Claude, in all honesty, fucked her. Hard. She screamed her throat raw, and was panting from exhaustion. Claude, on the other hand, didn’t seem as if he was ever going to tired.
He pushed himself in further, making her scream hoarsely, he went faster, and harder, then before. He threw his head back, thrust himself in one last time, and pumped her full to bursting with his demonic seed.
Claude smiled. “Very nice”, he said. “I’ll be back for more later”.
She ran as fast as her body would allow. He followed closely, she could hear it. She also knew he wasn’t running nearly as fast as he could. He was toying with her. It was what he did to the prey that interested him.
She, Lyra, faltered. He, Claude, scented the air. Pure as the driven snow. Her soul was white, immaculate. He couldn’t have that. He saw Lyra look back; she neglected to notice the branch right in front of her.
Claude, being the demon he was, broke it off the tree before she ran, face first into it, reached out an arm, and caught her around the chest. “Now, now, now, my dear”, He, with a voice like silk, purred. She screamed respectively.
“You mustn’t go running in the dark like that… You’ll get hurt”. His voice had a bit of an old English accent. It was quite charming. Aside from the glowing red eyes, that is. Short, sleek, black, untidy hair. Normally yellow, now red, bespectacled eyes. A tailcoat. He was the very essence of charming itself.
Lyra had seen through him from the very start. Lyra. Long blond hair, dark green eyes, tan, fair skin, wide-rimmed black glasses, tall thin figure, and generous breasts She was what men lusted for. What he lusted for. Claude watched as she broke through the woods, and into a rose garden. She’d cut herself on a bush.
He sampled it. Ecstasy. He moaned softly to himself. Claude watched as she slipped further, and further away. He yearned to move forward, but stayed put. He needed to let his prey feel the proverbial line slacken.
Lyra’s heart raced, her mind clouded, and all she could think was †˜escape’. She heard Claude fall back, then the footsteps died away. She was even more scared now. It was dark, with only the moons seductive glow lighting her path. She slowed as well, to tired to move any farther.
She walked a few steps, then fell to her knees in the leaves that littered the ground. Snap. She heard a twig break, and the fear made her sit, stock still. A rabbit. She laughed to herself. A little white rabbit was what scared her.
“Get a grip Lyra”, she said to herself. She sat there, shivering, for god knows how long, before something happened. She was forced from behind, onto the ground. Her hands were bound behind her back, and a black coat was laid on the ground under her.
She couldn’t move. “C-Claude”, she gasped. She heard him chuckle darkly. “Thought you could get away did you?” He pinned her to the ground with his knee, she heard him doing quite a but of shuffling.
“Get away…. leave me alone”, she panted. His chuckle turned into an evil laugh. “No.” he answered simply, and mockingly. She struggled with what little strength she had left, but it was no use, he was a demon, at full strength, and she was just a tired mortal.
She saw a silver pocket watch fall and hit the ground next to her. It read 11:38. She was supposed to be in her room sleeping. Her parents, and the maids saw her go in. Nobody would be looking for her.
In an attempt to get away, she started feebly reciting what few prayers she picked up from her mother. Claude laughed wildly
“You think that those words can hurt me?!? That was just something humans invented to make themselves feel safer, knowing that demons ruled their world. Even if they could hurt me, you’re not speaking with confidence my dear.” He spoke the second part gently, making her relax a bit, but then she felt her heart drop. She heard the all too familiar sound of a zipper being pulled.
“No….”, She moaned. “Please don’t”. He removed his knee from her back, and she felt the cloth garment she was wearing, being torn from her body. Lyra cursed a tear that slid down her face. He grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up; he had a very soft expression on his face.
Claude used his thumb to wipe the tear away.
“Don’t cry ma chérie”, He spoke softly, his face was a mere two inches from hers. “Behave yourself, and no harm will befall you”. He brushed his lips against hers, more testing then anything else. He felt Lyra tense. He tried again, but held this one, kissing her deeply. She didn’t return it.
He went one step further, brushing his tongue against her lip, then he bit lightly. This was not something Lyra wanted, she pulled back a bit. It was too late to stop him now; he clutched her hair in his hands, and brought his mouth to hers.
She writhed, not at all enjoying it. She looked about him frantically, eyes slowing, drinking in his well built form, venturing farther †˜south’, then she blushed profusely. For the first time Lyra noticed that she was not longer clothed. Her soft delicate form was press tight against his hard, hot form.
His tongue explored her mouth, she wished it would end. Even if she did like this sort of thing, it was too greedy on his part. Claude pushed against her, forcing her back against his coat, against the ground.
Claude’s form encompassed her own with ease. She struggled a little more, to no avail. He broke the kiss for a few seconds, watching her gasp a bit, brought his gloved hand to his mouth, bit one of the finger pieces, and pulled off the glove, letting it fall to the ground. He did the same to his other hand.
Claude stood, Lyra tried to scramble away. He grabbed her gently, and sat her in front of him. He gave her a lopsided grin, she knew what was coming. He forced himself down her throat, she coughed wildly.
“That’s a good girl”, he said tauntingly. “All you have to do is simple….”- He clutched the sides of her head, making sure she couldn’t pull her mouth away- “Just…. pleasure me…. you’ll know when you’re allowed to stop…”. He grinned.
With him controlling whether or not her head moved, she couldn’t refuse him. She started really slowly, enjoying herself even less now. The faster she went, or the more intensity she had, the louder he’d sigh.
After a few minutes, Claude smiled, closed his eyes, tossed his head back and moaned. He came in her mouth. She fell back, sputtering, and glaring at him.
“M-monster”, she croaked. He smiled happily, and pushed her on her back. “Your turn”, he said. He put his index, and middle finger inside her, and spread them. Lyra tried to sit up, or scramble away, her brain was to confused to decide which; he just pushed her back down.
“Oh you’ll like this….” Lyra gasped. He stuck his tongue inside her, again, and licked her. She turned bright red, and wriggled. He would lick her very deeply, then go down, and come back up, toying with her clit, then repeating.
“Oh my…you’re already so wet…. I’ve yet to really start yet…”. He got rougher, using his fingers as well. Lyra moaned softly, whether or not she wished to admit it, it felt really good.
“Enough child’s play”, he said, skimming his tongue all the way you to her breast, pausing to claim one of her nipples in his mouth.
“T-this is child’s play?”- She was officially scared. He bit lightly, making her shudder. Claude nodded. He kissed and bit his way up her neck, then whispered in her ear. “I’m going to make you scream…”, he purred.
Lyra squealed fearfully. He kissed her again, spreading her legs with his. Claude grinned. He knew that eventually, she’d want it, but he’d have to work her up to that…
He rested the tip of his sex against hers, making her squeak out a †˜please no’. He ignored this, and began teasing her with various methods. He rubbed himself against her, so very lightly; Lyra bit her lip and blushed even deeper.
He then slide about an inch or two inside her, making her sigh, Claude could tell she wanted it, but he wanted to hear her beg. He’d pull out again, and then every time he went in, he’d add another inch.
She wriggled fitfully, panting, more out of pure lust then anything else. She mumbled something, something she knew she’d be ashamed of later.
“What was that?” He said, toying with her, wanting her to say it clearly. She shook her head. He pulled out all together. She gasped as she did so.
“N-no…” She moaned softly. He grinned, half crazed.
“No what, my little rose?”
“D-don’t…. don’t stop…. please…. just…. finish….” She closed her eyes, the red refusing to leave her face.
“Ah, now that’s what I wanted to hear”.
He rested his tip against her again, but this time, with out warning; thrust himself entirely inside her, tearing through her hymen, and even inside her womb, which got the deserved scream.
He moaned himself, feeling her constrict around him. Claude, in all honesty, fucked her. Hard. She screamed her throat raw, and was panting from exhaustion. Claude, on the other hand, didn’t seem as if he was ever going to tired.
He pushed himself in further, making her scream hoarsely, he went faster, and harder, then before. He threw his head back, thrust himself in one last time, and pumped her full to bursting with his demonic seed.
Claude smiled. “Very nice”, he said. “I’ll be back for more later”.
