Thursday, January 15, 2009

Rice & Wheat Merchants, Gohawaii

After using this for so much publicity (xD), here a little Sirius / Bellatrix I wrote long ago and yesterday I found by chance saved in a file.

I like being criticized mercilessly before uploading it to ff.net: D

León and Dance of the Snake

Lips, saliva, skin. A mess of legs and arms. Meat caught in a lewd dance bodies. Ecstatic moans that sound like delightful melody in charge of marking the beat. One, two and three.

His tongue slips tortuously by white collar and Bellatrix the world has stopped. There no longer exists, neither before, now or later. Only the man next to her and their bodies, succumbing to its most instinctual lusts. Never in her life would think that perhaps could become something more than that.

Lost in his own delirium, man, Sirius, captures both the crimson lips go crazy. The forbidden fruit with a taste worthy of the Gods that he, before anybody had the privilege of tasting-a secret, of course, think to take to the grave-and sneak some nights you're lucky enough to return to test.

Kisses, bites and scratches here & iamp; oacute; n. Hip to hip, skin against skin. Intimate Rods are slowly pushing into madness. From second to second Bellatrix feels inside her and lets out a moan that dies in the throat of Sirius. Oddly, the gesture is quite nice and sweet of you, but that is something she would never admit. And the swing begins. Slow. Fast. Faster. Can feel the blood boiling in your veins. Adrenaline shoots through your circulatory system while an ardent frenzy of rage.

Among febrile energetic movements and whispers, the lovers manage to get to punt height of ecstasy. First her and then him. The intense feeling of vertigo is delicious. And they want more. Need more.

That last night together, regardless of when it comes back Prongs and Moony harass Canuto questions to answer or think anything eyed and sleepy which will be the bride when, in the morning, Black-Lestrange wedding takes place.

"I hate you - whispers in the ear Bellatrix Sirius.

"The feeling is mutual - he replies in a hoarse voice and a hint of sarcasm.

devour her lips, frantic, biting, kissing and licking. AgainThe dance of love without love of León and the snake begins. And so peculiar event did not end until the sun comes over the horizon, a couple of hours later.



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absence of a beta
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