06-27-2021, 01:51 PM
mazikeen
She doesn’t struggle as he knocks her over, her vacant eyes staring up at him.
And then the hollow emptiness is filled with something else. She had pushed every other thought and feeling away so there is nothing to resist what Gale floods her with (though she does not know this is the source). Life stirs in her expression again, first pleasure and joy and then as he croons his praise, lust roars into her.
She is glad to have pleased him, and though her eyes do not spark with the same burning intensity as they usually do - there is a faint light in them. A deep, rumbling purr emanates from her at his rough caresses and kisses - rejoicing in the small peaks of pain in a way she would not normally. But because he enjoys it, she does too. Mazikeen responds in kind as heavy desperation sinks in. Enough that it is not long before she pushes him enough so she can turn over onto her belly, thinking only of getting him to satisfy this need that drowns out everything else as quickly as possible.
Except she turns and sees Sickle there. She turns and her face is so close to her dead daughter that Mazikeen immediately wretches. And then everything she had clamped down on comes rushing up with the contents of her stomach. She burns, not just her markings but her fire aura blooming to life around her as Mazikeen crash-lands back into reality. Anger and grief and hate for herself spilling over as she considers both what she had done and what she was just about to do.
She is burning, burning so brightly she cannot see anything, and her voice is a pained cry - begging, pleading - because she doesn’t know what else to do except seek the help of the only one who is there.
“Make it stop.”
She doesn’t care how he does it, how he interprets it, she just knows she wants this to end and she will give him anything he desires in payment for it.
And then the hollow emptiness is filled with something else. She had pushed every other thought and feeling away so there is nothing to resist what Gale floods her with (though she does not know this is the source). Life stirs in her expression again, first pleasure and joy and then as he croons his praise, lust roars into her.
She is glad to have pleased him, and though her eyes do not spark with the same burning intensity as they usually do - there is a faint light in them. A deep, rumbling purr emanates from her at his rough caresses and kisses - rejoicing in the small peaks of pain in a way she would not normally. But because he enjoys it, she does too. Mazikeen responds in kind as heavy desperation sinks in. Enough that it is not long before she pushes him enough so she can turn over onto her belly, thinking only of getting him to satisfy this need that drowns out everything else as quickly as possible.
Except she turns and sees Sickle there. She turns and her face is so close to her dead daughter that Mazikeen immediately wretches. And then everything she had clamped down on comes rushing up with the contents of her stomach. She burns, not just her markings but her fire aura blooming to life around her as Mazikeen crash-lands back into reality. Anger and grief and hate for herself spilling over as she considers both what she had done and what she was just about to do.
She is burning, burning so brightly she cannot see anything, and her voice is a pained cry - begging, pleading - because she doesn’t know what else to do except seek the help of the only one who is there.
“Make it stop.”
She doesn’t care how he does it, how he interprets it, she just knows she wants this to end and she will give him anything he desires in payment for it.
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Gale