Elysium's Wrath "Angel within my dreamscapes. Devil of my nightmares."
That is what my love says to me...
He speaks boldly and unabashed. A trait I have come to love most.
'I could be stuck in this moment forever and never tire!' I think to myself.
He begins to lightly caress my naked flesh with the pads of his fingertips. My heart skips a beat when he starts sliding them downward.
Stopping first at my taught pink buds standing erect from the type of attention this man has chosen to give to my body. He squeezes my left nipple, ever so lightly. Managing to bring forth a gasp swiftly followed by sounds unlike any that has fell from my mouth before.
"mmmm," a moan escapes my lips. What is this male doing to me?
He shifts, continuing the path he has set forth towards my aching core. Flattening his palm across my stomach, he sets the skin beneath ablaze. I arch my back in anticipation. Lips to taste the essence of my being, part.
His tongue darting out. He slowly drags it further south. My pussy begins to throb even harder. His large palm moves to grip the the meat that makes up the globe that is my right cheek. He tightens and pulls on it a bit. Spreading me open, ever so slightly, I felt cold air meet wet flesh.
Before my brain could register, the slick warmth of his tongue met with my cold exposure as he began hungrily eating my weeping core. Starting at the hole before moving up. Never releasing his tight grip on my backside. Keeping me with a feeling of being more open than ever.
"Oh my god!" Flys forth from my being without permission followed swiftly by a loud,
"FUCK!"
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My name is Elysium,
I am this world's blessing. A gift bestowed upon it by the gods of old. A curse to some.
That is me "..."
A walking contradiction.
And I could feel this as such, too.
My constituents and I are working on a cleansing of sorts. With one single purpose. To purge.
Bring forth a new era. So to speak.
Most of our world's faithful have become warped and delusional. Their commitment and communication with the ancients, a falsehood. Nothing more. Twisted it has become, their once beautiful relationship with the divine.
Leaving them disconnected, in a sick reality built upon lies.
This betrayal must be paid in full with blood!
And I will bear them deliverance for I have been chosen. I alone...
Although, I do have my guides who offer me support along the way. And for that I am thankful!
dark_sphere · Fantasía
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