Sunday, July 1, 2012

Mistress Darque Part 1

"Move it, scum!" the guard growled as he shoved the slave walking in front of him. "The mistress wishes to see you."
The slave glared at the guard and vowed silently that one day soon he'd join the ranks of the dead.

The two men made their way through a series of winding corridors before arriving at a long spiral staircase.
"Go" the guard said quietly as he prodded the prisoner with the blunt end of his sword.

"Why does the filthy wench wish to see me?" the prisoner queried as they started the long ascent.
"I do not know nor do I care" the guard answered plainly. "And watch your tongue when you speak of the mistress or you'll soon find it missing."
The prisoner smirked as they continued climbing. How he wished this fool would attempt to inflict violence upon him. Without question it would be the last thing he ever did.

They reached the top of the staircase and the guard moved past the prisoner.
"Wait here and don't try anything foolish. You won't get far if you do."
The prisoner said nothing as he stood idly by.

The guard knocked firmly on the door.
"What is it?" a sultry, yet authoritative feminine voice answered.

"I bring the prisoner you requested to see, my Mistress" the guard replied.


The guard opened the heavy wooden door and motioned the prisoner forward.
"In" he said flatly.

The prisoner crossed the door and found himself in an elaborate chamber - The royal chamber.

"Bring him forth and secure him" the woman's voice ordered.
"Yes, Mistress" the guard answered.

"Arms up" the guard instructed the prisoner.
The prisoner merely stood with his bound hands in front of him, unmoving.
"Now!" the guard snapped as he jammed his sword into the prisoner's back.

The slave gritted his teeth and complied. The guard reached up and grabbed a large silver hook that hang from the ceiling. It glinted menacingly in the torchlight. A testament to the evil this regime had wrought.

The guard slung the hook underneath the cords that bound the prisoner's wrists and raised the hook back into position. The prisoner now hang helplessly where he was, his feet just barely touching the marbled floor beneath him.

"Leave us" the woman instructed.

"By your command" the guard replied as he bowed his head in reverence. He turned crisply and exited the chamber, closing the heavy door behind him.

"What is your name, slave?" the voice questioned from a distance. The prisoner could just make out a shape behind a curtain some feet away.
He said nothing, choosing instead to remain silent.

The woman chuckled quietly. "Ah, yes. I heard you were a stubborn one, and indeed it appears you may be. It matters not if you choose to speak. I already know the answer, don't I Jeroth Slade?"
The prisoner bristled slightly but maintained his silence.

"Jeroth Slade...Destroyer of Dark, Savior of the Woods, Son of Greymount. Yea, I know of thee, Jeroth Slade. And I know of what you are capable."

"And do you know me, I wonder?" she asked next as she made her way from behind the curtain.

The prisoner's eyes narrowed as he lay eyes on the bitch who, until now, had only been a name whispered in hushed tones around camp fires and outposts.

Mistress Marzana Darque.

He studied her as she slowly made her way in his direction. A tight black gown hugged her curvaceous body. His eyes lingered on the plunging neckline that hugged her full, round breasts before slowly looking up toward the face of the evil whore that had ground so many helpless towns under her heel.

Her long, dark hair framed her flawless face - Her full red lips curled in a slight grin. High, perfectly proportioned cheekbones accented what looked to be perfection.

But then there were the eyes. Eyes more blue than the deepest oceans. Eye that would be considered absolutely gorgeous - Were it not for the pure, unadulterated evil so evident behind them.
Bluer than any ocean, but deep waters could often drown one.

She stood before him in all her elegance. Allowing him to take in the full picture of her.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

The Hunt On Autumn Night

A whisper in the Autumn night
A predator is taking flight
She has a thirst she must fulfill
The hunt begins, she feels the thrill

A barren path, a man alone
A wanderer without a home
Perfect victim, perfect flight
She finds the one she'll taste tonight

From the trees he hears a sound
A woman lovely, tears abound
He rushes to her trembling side
She pulls away, she tries to hide

He offers comfort for her pain
He helps her to her feet again
She puts her head upon his chest
The only sound her quaking breath

She looks into his gentle eyes
She thanks him for his help this night
Without a thought a gentle kiss
Throughout his body, waves of bliss

He pulls her tight, their mouths collide
A sudden rush he feels inside
They lay upon the forest floor
With each caress he wants her more

He strips her bare, her body sweet
Perfection from her head to feet
Breasts so full within his mouth
From her lips a sultry sound

He moves between her silken thighs
She shuts her eyes so very tight
She feels his mouth upon that spot
Every muscle going taut

His tongue caresses every fold
A moan of lust shoots through the cold
He feels her honey start to drip
Her taste so sweet upon his lips

She pulls him close, she needs him now
Deep within her aching mound
She grasps him firm within her hands
Every inch of swollen man

A sudden thrust, her sex impaled
Into the dark, two lovers wail
He drives himself so hard and deep
A frozen moment both will keep

Two naked bodies intertwined
Sex consumes their fevered minds
Like frenzied beasts their bodies thrash
Her nails dig deep into his back

He groans aloud at such sweet pain
She begs him harder yet again
She starts to tighten 'round his shaft
Climactic waves begin to crash

In unison they reach such heights
In the dead of Autumn night
Her lips so sweet upon his neck
As he takes his final breath

A pain so sharp from pointed fangs
His body starts to slowly sag
A shudder, then completely limp
Drops of crimson on her lips

Her thirst abated for a time
She reaches down to shut his eyes
It's time to rest, the hunt is through
Tomorrow it shall start anew

Friday, May 4, 2012

Pleasures of a Hot Night P. 1

Humid like a curtain
Hanging heavy on the land
Her body glistens, salty sweat
His world within her hands

A throbbing tempo in the night
Her body moves along
In his head he can't escape
Her tempting, moody song

Her hands upon his chest
Heavy breathing, starts to heave
He knows that he should go away
And yet he cannot leave

Temptation naked, touching him
Heavy groaning in the air
A kiss so soft upon his lips
Hands running through his hair

She kneels before him as he begs
To know her mouth so warm
Sultry strokes on naked thighs
She massages shaking form

She takes him in so softly
Arcs of pleasure taking hold
She devours him completely
Beneath the moon of hazy gold

Relentless in her pleasures
Aching steel between her lips
A slave to all her whims
As hands explore his every inch

Tremors through his body
He can't control the shake
Engulfed in her, ecstatic
Another second he can't take

A moan and an eruption
She drinks in all he offers fore
A little taste is all he's had
He knows now he needs much more

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Open Eyes

The eyes of night are open
And they see your every move
They watch you slowly dancing
Watch your body's sultry groove

Locked within a rhythm
As you glide across the floor
Basking in the hell
That you bring to heaven's door

A grin on ruby lips
As you tempt the watching eyes
The strobe light pulsing gently
Skin tight dress hugged 'round your thighs

The bass drum slowly pounding
How your hips so sweetly sway
As you trip the light fantastic
And make the music bend your way

This floor is yours, it always was
And it will ever be
The only place you feel at home
Only place you're truly free

Wicked Woman

Wicked woman, lips of wine
Another place, another time
Lost in a dream, lost in your maze
I see desire through the haze

I see you twirl, I see you dance
I see you cast a sultry glance
Your body taut is tempting me
To set all inhibitions free

To throw away all common sense
To revel in your decadence
To feel your body next to mine
To steal away your precious time

To know the secrets that you keep
To drink you in, to drink you deep
I'd take on shackles, be your slave
Through your touch my soul is saved

Once again I'm giving chase
But I won't be victim to my haste
Some day I'll know your pleasures fine
Your wickedness shall soon be mine

Saturday, February 25, 2012

The Son Is Born

The dawning of a new day
I feel reborn
I feel alive
This time I'm here to stay

You closed the curtain
Wrote me off
Now you see
That you were wrong

Eat your words
Enjoy the taste
I'm here to lay
Your hopes to waste

You died to see me fail
So by now you should be dead
Indeed I fell before
Run that through your little head

When I fell
I thought of you
And your condescending laugh

I used your insults
For my fuel
The fuel that drove me back

I am alive
I am reborn
I weathered all the heavy scorn

The take away
There's only one
Payback is a bastard
And I am your bastard son

In And Out The Door

You're a riddle wrapped in mystery
What is it that you do to me?
You stand before me as salvation
And yet you are my true damnation

The reason that I leave
And the reason that I stay
One side is dark as night time
The other bright as day

Your lips are killing tools
Yet somehow provide me breath
Candy wrapped in poison
They give me life, they give me death

I feel I've had my fill
And yet I need another taste
Better off without you
Yet my life feels like a waste

You say that you are leaving
And I'm begging you to stay
When you tell me you are staying
I wish you'd go away

I never cared for puzzles
Now I hate them more
With every time I see you
Walking in and out my door