unearthly refrain
04-25-2013, 01:32 PM
avaricious, its heat fiercely stung the curve of her lustrously, soft mouth. her lips, curving deviously - lush, pouting, made full with the sugaring salve of blood and satiated hunger. lust, as its meretricious, gaudy excesses caressed the carnal enticements of her sweetly-laden and seductive flesh. touching her, embracing her, intoxicating her in a mannerism so seething, immersive; lucrecia, felt both wretchedly hollow and painfully alive. a feeling, a state of catatonic and emotionally rendered stoicism, lucrecia malignantly abhorred - innately disgusted - yet courted in servile submission, and aggressive malice. surrender, it all yet begged for her mercy. for her to unravel the delicate framework of malleable serenity, and relinquish the chains of such excruciating, ruinations, silences. for her to kneel before a configuration of savage oppressors and ache for her. scream for her. drawn by punishments; devoured in a lustful stranglehold of frantic composure, pure hatred and intimate suffering. it were relieving - how fragile, mortality were - how thin and futile its deceptions. void of precision, completely and vehemently chaotic, yet at the same time; painful, uncontrollably and hopelessly ruined. deploring her deepest intimacies and heartache. her internal ambience, seemed to collapse, tearing into wintry fragments of glacial indifference, unearthly calamities. the neverending, endless seconds, months, years, generated into a livid stream of mindless violence, sharp, scratching whistles and buckling screams. distorting her happiness, discoloring her pleasures and twisting the remnants of her heart into a subconscious hell, as it pumped in the fluid rage of a vengeful, and resonating beast. the ringing of isolation, sadism and self-beleaguerment; crashed wildly into the sharp contours of her slimming ears, thinned along the beauty of her golden skull. reminding her of misery, and desperate things to come. such a reality, as bestial, and petrifying as this; made lucrecia sink into her own sea, deeply embittered, nurturing a false hope. a borrowed idealization, that she may one day conceive the valid apprehensions of love, mercy, forgiveness and inevitable happiness.
yet, a demoness as herself; a succubus, a vampiress carmilla - a sinful atrophy, whom viciously preyed on immortal glamour alone, seemed far too immersed in the deterioration of her own mindless, self-destructive spirit. in this delusional and spiritless individualism, in this abolishing imprisonment; lucrecia ached for eternal youth; for immortality, a vicious never-ending cycle of hollow satisfaction and fleeting, vain-filled pleasure. to caress her rebellious heart in slivers of iron, and steel, so that no other being may penetrate the core of her vulnerabilities, her weaknesses, her griefs; she were devoid of love, devoid of compassion. an inability to feel. and in this hollowed affliction, she knew not, how to live nor breathe. she, in a viperous state, teeming, dancing in snakes' aversion; loathsome, as she beautifully were - oft filled with vengeance, her expressions marred in suggestive violence that either further enticed, or decimated her image of allurement and ultimate, womanly desire. her supple face were contoured in remorseless apathy. sharp, enticing features gorgeously sculpted into thin, attractive angles and a celestial radiance deceived as angelic, heavenly. gracefully her lithe, sveltely-curved bodice writhes along, bending deeply into the the unseeming darkness; seething across soiled earth, debris, as the shadows cuffed the delicate bones of her wrists, stroking her slender legs and thighs. buxom hips feathered in a bridal gown embellished of swarthy, vermillion-gold; draping her slim physique in a veil of filthy, and captivating luminosity. transcending in the soft cadence of violent flames, the ascensions of her, the movements of her, the breath and whisper of her - the taste and beauty of her - all evoked a raw, forbidden passion milked in sinful purity. she moved as free as the unchained winds, as wild as fire and equally torrential. as its currents vapidly brushed against her soft, dark curls. hot breeze lapping her cheekbones, tasting her skin crushed of dried roses, graven soil seeped in cream and panting desire. drinking the perfume of her sweet neckline, sequenced in the fleshly curve of a luscious, deeply shadowed breast and feminine collarbone. lucrecia were void of life, internally fruitless of any kindheartedness nor benevolent endeavour; yet, she masked her barren, narcissistic impediments behind a falsified glorification of perfectionment, beauty and intensely, doting grace. her nature, as a woman, were to entice, to ache, to seduce, to deceive. and so, her heated gaze pressed eagerly, silently, unto the man's flesh and hardened body, tearing him intimately; noting, his disheveled handsomeness and eerie formalities, with her usually cold, vampiric expression.
cautiously, she stoically eyes his near sensual, mysterious intrusions; slick rivulets of dark muscles, blending into the withering power of his framed masculinity, tracing the lithe expanse of his smooth, marbled flesh as she cradled his skeleton - his skin and beautiful bones, burning beneath the glare of the sun - in all the bewitching adulation of an affectionate, and doting predator. lucrecia, falls obliviously, for him; this strange acquaintance, a man whose behavior seemed deliciously precarious, unpredictable. drawing the spidery lines of his eloquent, swarthy visage; temporarily forgetting her bitterness, her wrathful malignancy, her hatred, in the harrowed beauty of his feral and primitive face. an ache subsides, desire rising hot and full - flaming her heart in a shrill of pleasurable enticement; her lips curved, glowing in their wanton refinement and lurid purring. shadows pull her waist, gracing her slenderness in their fluid, and feminine dynamism; relinquishing her lush bodice, from the wilderness, as fire were drawn from the breath of a dragon. lucrecia moves in a languorous, svelte and softly, sweeping motions. her hips swayed. entranced him, yet, till their silhouettes danced along the earthly lacery of untamed forests and wild, red skies. she were not socially vexed to greet him as so, her persona discreet, however; a burning curiosity fueled her desire, her longing to possess and hold. when her lips softly curved, her eyes shone behind tender jaws and hard, meticulous fangs; beautiful and sensually wicked - delighted to receive him, a smile delicately manifests in a ghostly aversion along her hot, silky mouth. her voice, a smooth and passionate whisper, reached to embrace him in their soothing warmth. "i thought i were in complete desolation, roaming these woods alone; day and night - beside my own reflection. where do you hail from, monsieur? i yearn to know."
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