The Snow God: Part 13 (erotica)

This story is rated R.

The Snow God: Part 1 (erotica)The Snow God: Part 2 (erotica)The Snow God: Part 3 (Erotica),   The Snow God: Part 4 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 5 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 6 (erotica),  The Snow God: Part 7 (erotica),  The Snow God: Part 8 (erotica),  The Snow God: Part 9 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 10 (erotic),   The Snow God: Part 11 (erotic),   The Snow God: Part 12 (erotic)

Dear readers: This was supposed to be the last part of snow god, but I’m afraid it just got too long, so expect another part after this : D I won’t bore you with my excuses for being so late to post this ❤  Enjoy the hot sex!

 

Kara was dreaming, sitting back in front of her fireplace again, staring at the popping wood, its mesmerizing red glow and dancing flames almost blinding. The air to her back was chill, forever resistant to the heat pouring over her.

The front door shuddered suddenly, creaking open. Kara tried to focus but her body was dream slow. Someone is coming in, a dark figure. Is it Val, or Izgrid? It was neither, a woman instead, all lithe and clad in black, long obsidian black hair around her feet.

“Who are you?” Kara asked, not able to feel her lips moving with the question, simply projecting it.

“Does it matter, I am here.” The woman knelt at her feet, rubbing Kara’s knee, hand snaking up her thigh. “I want to know your heart.” Her voice was like a creeks whisper, eyes green fire under raven brows. Her hand touched Kara’s breast and Kara felt a lurch of excitement traveling all the way down low. It was a dream, so she spread her legs willingly, basking in the suggestable pull. Everything went black and every sensation sung. Fingertips pressed and stroked between her legs, lips danced over her collarbone and up under her throat, translating into the rise of her hips, into a desperate hunger.

“You have a good heart,” the voice whispered. “Izgrid doesn’t blame you. You were only doing what you had to for the one you love. Just the same as him.”

Kara jerked awake, the edge of an orgasm fading quickly. Holy shit. It’s just a dream, just a dream.

Soft feet treaded outside the door and Kara could hear the whispered conversation as she stared up at the ornate gold ceiling.

“Did you hear? Izgrid’s mother will attend. Can you believe it?”

“Never in a thousand years, she’s a nasty witch, I’m surprised they’ll let her attend.”

Kara rolled over, pressing the pillow around her ears. Val was showering, probably in frigid water. When he got out she might pretend to be asleep, just a little longer. There was a certain dread curled up in her stomach that she’d been trying to shake all week, but now that the day was here it had solidified like a stone. They’ll all be staring at me, watching, waiting, whispering. If they say those things about Izgrid’s mother, god knows what they say about me. Probably how ordinary I am, and how stupid Val is to marry me.

Minutes later Val pulled the pillow away from Kara’s head, his bare abs still glistening impressively with moisture. “What’s the matter? You look like you’re in pain.”

“I’m fine, just a little hung over from last night.” There was no way she was going to let Val worry. He looked so damn happy too, leaning over to kiss her passionately.

“Drink some water you’re probably dehydrated. My sister will be in soon to help you get ready.”

Kara smiled up at him, loving the barely controlled desire in his eyes. “We have enough time for a quickie.”

“Nope, gotta save some for tonight. Otherwise I might just stay here all day and fuck you.” Val winked at her, whipping off his towel and pulling pants on over his half erection.

Once Val was gone, and consequently the shuffling footsteps and whispers, Kara collected herself, putting her hair in place, brushing her teeth, applying lotion. Being around Val’s sister had turned out to be one of the most nerve wracking occupations Kara could imagine. She didn’t want to know what it might feel like when she had dry skin and morning breath.

At least Maddy had the courtesy to knock before busting into the room. She was toting the dress in a massive clothes bag and a huge bag full of miscellany. “Good morning beautiful! Are you ready?”

Kara grimaced inwardly, but smiled brightly at Maddy. She meant well. “I am, let’s do this!”

Maddy was quite frankly a tornado of energy. She plucked, pulled, tugged and tweaked, until Kara was a new woman. Kara in turn sat nervously in her slip and bra, legs crossed, sweaty behind the knees despite the always lower temperature.

Maddy shoveled the pile of makeup back into her small black bag, smiling warmly at Kara. “You look perfect, he won’t know what hit him.”

“Do you really think he’ll be happy with me?” The words escaped Kara like a breath, rushing into the open, uncatchable, unrestrainable. “I mean, you said it yourself, there’s nothing special about me, I’m not his type. I’m human for godsake.”

Maddy’s hands slowed, fingers settling on a tube of eyeliner, rolling it back and forth. “Kara, I never said there wasn’t anything special about you. You misunderstood me. Yes, you are human, not like us, but you proved just how extraordinary you are when you saved us all.”

Us all. Kara cringed inwardly, that dark thought swirling back up. And what if we aren’t the good guys. She shook it off, meeting Maddy’s persistent gaze. “I’m sorry, sister, I’m just so nervous, it’s a big day. You know?”

Maddy leaned in closer, brown hair falling softly around her glowing cheeks. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

“I didn’t kiss you because I needed to know what you were. I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I could barely resist you.”

Kara’s heart dropped, like a stone. “Really,” she said weakly, already imagining what it might feel like to be kissed again. Maddy was intimidating in so many ways, but in ways that made Kara tremble with desire. This woman was too beautiful, too perfect.

The kiss was slow, tentative, their glossy lips touching and pressing euphorically. There were no complaints to be heard as Maddy kissed her harder, tongue slowly exploring deeper. Kara’s hands groped around finding purchase on her slender waist. Oh god, I can actually feel this between my legs.

Maddy pulled away with a drunk look. “We shouldn’t, we’ll mess up your makeup.”

“We can do it again.”

“No, I have a better idea.” Maddy grabbed Kara’s hand. “Over here on the bed.” The blankets and sheets were still in disarray, but Maddy smoothed them out promptly. Kara didn’t have to be asked twice, laying down, careful to not mess up her hair. Maddy came over her, breath hitching, beautiful candy lips kissing here and there, hands carefully lifting Kara’s breasts from her lacey white bra, caressing them, rubbing fingers over her tan areolas.

Kara moaned in response, back arching slightly, relishing the wet suction of Maddy’s lips suckling her. “Will Val mind?”

There was a wet pop. “Not in the least. If I wasn’t his sister he’d be stroking himself at the thought.” Maddy’s hand slid Kara’s white slip up closer to her hips as she went back to sucking, almost baring Kara’s barely covered pussy, which promptly rose against Maddy’s leg in a slow firm grind.

Kara whimpered quietly, pushing her head back into the bed hard, hair forgotten. “Touch my pussy, please, please.” The burning unsatisfied need surged like a tide as Maddy’s teeth teased around her right nipple, nails digging into Kara’s muscled thigh before relaxing and slipping tortuously slow between Kara’s legs. Her fingers delved under Kara’s white lace underwear until they encountered her nub. It throbbed delightfully as Maddy rubbed it in slow lazy circles, every circuit sending shivers of euphoria across Kara’s skin. “Faster. Rub it faster,” Kara gasped. Maddy’s answer was to push her now bare breast against Kara’s lips.

“Suck.”

Kara captured the nipple between her lips, tugging and sucking at it. She was rewarded with moaning, and faster stroking, Maddy’s pussy wet and warm bumping against her thigh rhythmically. She managed to find the other breast, tweaking the nipple so that both Maddy’s pussy and fingers began to climb into a slow but desperate crescendo. They came at the same time, their voices raising in a musical cadence, before collapsing like birds wounded in flight, all crumpled wings and soft heaving bodies.

 

Black Hole

Note: this is an old poem

 

All of the words spilling from my consciousness

Like a cup overfull

Spilling out of skull

Through the black hole sockets

All the ideas tainted and blood

Through and through

Like mounds of clots

Soft, solid, staining wounds skin

 

It is that

Putrid and slippery

Only beautiful to deaths child

Spilling from brain folds

Tense with life, thought, heat

Out of black hole mouth

Into black hole fingers

That wrote/typed the apocalypse

 

Syllables, prose

Like flowers wither

Like snakes that undulate graceful

Twist round black hole tongue

On the way out past black hole teeth

Good for nothing but sorrow

Make the rope round black hole neck

And pry finally black hole feet from earth

Painting By Numbers

Simply can’t resist re-posting this dark little piece, gave me chills!

WovenEclipse

#49

 

The decaying stool has one

Wonky

Leg.

She teeters and

Totters

Left          to          right

Staring d

o

w

n

At the razor in her hand.

#81

The marrow leaks out

Seeping between bony fingers

The broken rib

Still held up high

Something to examine

In solemn disquietude.

#99

 

In a classroom devoid

Of all life.

She carves abhorrent words

Into the crucified desk.

It’s simply too late

To realise

The marks are ingrained

On her bloody thighs.

Copyright © 2017 Rebecca Sherratt

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Moments of Lucidity

 

Moments of lucidity

Wake from dreams of sanity

 

I am afraid

Drifting into the night

Clinging to a ship of death

Hoping the other shore will rise

Like ember

 

Moments of lapse

Wake from dreams of terror

 

I am alone

Drifting into the night

Clinging to only splinters

Hoping the other shore will rise

Like new day

The Snow God: Part 12 (erotic)

This story is rated R. There is no sex in part 12.

Dear readers: As you may have intuited, this series is slowly coming to an end (next part should be the last), so I’ve been working carefully with the plot, taking a little extra time. This has been fun though, writing as I go, quite a challenge. I sincerely hope that my writing has been passable, readable, and enjoyable for you, even though I haven’t edited it to death. : D A big thank you, and hug to all the regular readers who have stuck with me through the whole story!

The Snow God: Part 1 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 2 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 3 (Erotica),   The Snow God: Part 4 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 5 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 6 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 7 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 8 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 9 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 10 (erotic),   The Snow God: Part 11 (erotic)

Val was coming back around, slowly but surely. Kara could see his chest heaving deeper through her tears. Thank God he was alive at all. The blow to his head had been so vicious that blood was trickling down around the curve of his ear.

Izgrid paced between them, only stopping once he noticed Val stirring.

He’s nervous, even though he’s at the advantage.

“Can you hear me Val?”

Val groaned, eyes still pressed closed. “Yes, I can hear you, you little shit.”

“Good. You’d better listen then. I’ve restrained you well. That means your pretty little girlfriend over here is at my mercy.” Izgrid hooked his thumbs into his belt-loops. “You’ve said no to me time and again, but somehow I have the feeling you won’t this time.”

Val’s blue eyes opened a crack, fixed disdainfully on Izgrid’s feet. “No to what? Your cock, or the release of your sister?”

Irritation flickered over Izgrid’s face. “My past advances are of no concern here.”

“Oh, then just your sister. What a relief.”

Izgrid’s hand swiped Val’s face with a sharp crack. “Even now you taunt me! Just say yes or no, and let’s be done with it.”

“If I agree to release your sister, she might destroy the world. That isn’t a decision I take lightly.”

“My sister never intended to do such a thing.”

“Then why did she break the law?”

Izgrid pulled a knife from his pocket quickly, turning to Kara. She tried to fight his advance off, but he was strong and fast, grabbing a fistful of hair and setting the knife uncomfortably against her throat. Kara whimpered softly under the touch of death. Would he really do something this rash?

“I guess I was wrong, you don’t love this one so much.”

“Wait.” Val straightened up desperately, pulling at his bonds like a snared coyote. “I’ll do it.”

Izgrid released her, slipping the knife back into his pocket. “Then let’s go, before your sister brings the cavalry. If you dare stall me, I won’t think twice about killing her, so be warned.”

The snow outside was a diamond crust crunching under their feet with every step. Kara’s eyes narrowed to slits against the suns glare, and she stumbled forward whenever Izgrid pulled the rope. Val was ahead, also bound, but leading as he was bidden, only a few paces from the small dwelling.

He said his sister was here, and he wasn’t kidding, right here, so close.

Izgrid reeled her in, pulling her tight against his body. “I really never meant for it to be this way Val, but your sister is just too hard to get close to. If you hadn’t fallen in love the way you did, I might still be waiting for my chance.” The knife pressed uncomfortably against Kara’s neck again. “Here, take it.” Izgrid tossed the necklace to Val, its blue light shining brightly like a fiery gem in the sunlight.

Val caught it, barely, eyes locked on Kara. He took a deep breath then, holding it in his cupped hands, eyes closing, chin rising. A rumbling came up under their feet instantly, slow and deep at first, then faster and more violent. Blue light seeped up from cracks in the snow, answering the necklace, which surged between Val’s fingers like a fire.

A sudden fierce ringing rose in Kara’s ears, making her lean dizzily into Izgrid’s thin frame. What if this kills us all?  The sharpness was no longer pressuring her throat and she could see the knife glinting close at her elbow, as if this was a done deal.

But it isn’t, not if I have anything to say about it.

Kara pushed further back into Izgrids chest, as though she was fainting. His arms came forward to encase her, hold her up, and there it was, close enough to grab. It only took a split second, the hunter in her thrumming with excitement as she slid down quickly, twisting and plunging the knife deep in Izgrid’s belly, yanking it down to gut him, to end him.

There was surprise, shock really, spreading over Izgrid’s handsome face as Kara straightened up before him. The rumbling subsided and she felt Val’s presence closing in on her.

“You’ll never touch Val again,” he voice quavered as she said it, “He’s mine.”

Elder Lilith

An amazingly rich and beautiful poem by danceswithtricksters! Well worth a first and second read!

Dances with Tricksters

Her face is a blue stain under gold gilt
hair like a raven, eyes like sorrow,
Lilith is in mourning, night-madness
the paintings refract her deathliness
spilling out like shards of mirror
you could get lost in her thick tangles
you could drown in those ocean irises
Lilith is not sweet – she’s all musk,
quietness, bone-hunger, we break.

I drag my scythe through her canvas
smatter the thousand broken pieces
the crowd breaks and screams, runs,
I am all fury, a woman enraged
at the ghost of a demoness, taunted
by Babylon, yet I am the Whore
what I see in her is what I hate
what I see in her is me broken
what I see in her is me insane.

Did Samael or Adam drive her mad?
Did the triple angel’s harshness,
the slaughter of her children,
she bleeds each night with new life
she births wickedness…

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