Panic About Dead Week = Memage!

[redbrunja]

Okay, flist, I'm sorry for spamming you. Last post of "today" I promise. (And wow, I think 5 posts in a day is a personal record.)

I wanted to clear out my requested fics, and then I just couldn't pass up this meme:

Gacked from cornerofmadness.

Give me a kink and a pairing and I'll give you at least a sentence of kink.

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[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Scar/Lust, breathplay.

Breathplay

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Strangulation was an ugly way to die.

That Lust still looked beautiful, squirming under him as he tightened one of her silk gloves around her neck, just proved what an inhuman creature she was.

Her face was pale, unflushed, but sweat stood out against her forehead. Her violet eyes were staring into his, bright with pleasure, even as her heels drummed futilely against the backs of his thighs, even as her nails dug into his back just enough to draw blood. She could have impaled him with her claws, could have ripped him apart for treating her so roughly, and the fact that she didn’t made his lips twist in anger and self-disgust.

Scar tightened his grip.

Lust’s eyes fluttered closed and she suddenly looked like his sister-in-law, face ashy and slick with perspiration yet her fingers still dug into his shoulders with unyielding strength.

Still, as unconsciousness started to take hold, he loosened his grip and tore the fabric away from her neck. Her head lolled, strands of soot-colored hair sticking to her cheeks as she sucked in a breath and climaxed. Her body’s release pulled his own orgasm from him, and as he shuddered, an implacable voice told him that he should have kept on squeezing, should have throttled her until she was truly dead, until her beauty was gone, until he didn’t want her any more.

Instead he cupped her breasts, and bent his head to lick at the sweat moistening the hollow of her throat and slowly drying across her Ouroboros tattoo.

Lust ran her hand through his hair and he knew she smiled.