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fanfic100: Emma/Kurt
Title: Plaything
Fandom: X-Men (comicverse)
Pairing, etc: Emma Frost/Kurt Wagner
Prompt: If (#82)
Word Count: 280
Rating: R
Author's Notes: This was written in a response to a pairing challenge. Enjoy!
What a lovely accessory he is.
His fangs are a delightful threat on my throat, my breasts, his fur a rich and royal contrast to my clothing, bedding, everything I am.
His tongue is a dexterous thing, teasing me to a frenzy with each not-quite-seduction, and his tail! Oh, his tail...It has an almost-sentience about it, worming and squirming into me until I clutch the sheets and scream. When he furls the spade tightly enough and adds it to our union, he can pleasure me in ways that leave me grasping at consciousness as lights explode behind my eyes.
His alien fingers were born to serve me, his touch gentle enough to cradle a newborn chick, strong enough to hold me pinioned beneath him, and just thick enough to sting when he twists them inside me.
His body has a warmth to it that seems fueled from another place, perhaps the dimensions in which he dances to get from place to place. The heat of it atop me is like no other I've enjoyed.
I would keep him for his tail alone, if it wouldn't bring his compatriots storming to my doors and demanding my blood; as if they don't already at the slightest provocation.
So I enjoy him in small doses, administered weekly until I lie gasping, my sweat dampening his fur and his tongue tracing lazy circles at my ear. He is one of the few to see it, a White Queen debauched by a demon lover, so thoroughly sated that, if I released his mind, he could kill me before I took my second breath.
Sometimes, when we bask in boneless contentment, I wonder if he would.
fuzzybluelogic and now part of fanfic100: Emma/KurtTitle: Plaything
Fandom: X-Men (comicverse)
Pairing, etc: Emma Frost/Kurt Wagner
Prompt: If (#82)
Word Count: 280
Rating: R
Author's Notes: This was written in a response to a pairing challenge. Enjoy!
What a lovely accessory he is.
His fangs are a delightful threat on my throat, my breasts, his fur a rich and royal contrast to my clothing, bedding, everything I am.
His tongue is a dexterous thing, teasing me to a frenzy with each not-quite-seduction, and his tail! Oh, his tail...It has an almost-sentience about it, worming and squirming into me until I clutch the sheets and scream. When he furls the spade tightly enough and adds it to our union, he can pleasure me in ways that leave me grasping at consciousness as lights explode behind my eyes.
His alien fingers were born to serve me, his touch gentle enough to cradle a newborn chick, strong enough to hold me pinioned beneath him, and just thick enough to sting when he twists them inside me.
His body has a warmth to it that seems fueled from another place, perhaps the dimensions in which he dances to get from place to place. The heat of it atop me is like no other I've enjoyed.
I would keep him for his tail alone, if it wouldn't bring his compatriots storming to my doors and demanding my blood; as if they don't already at the slightest provocation.
So I enjoy him in small doses, administered weekly until I lie gasping, my sweat dampening his fur and his tongue tracing lazy circles at my ear. He is one of the few to see it, a White Queen debauched by a demon lover, so thoroughly sated that, if I released his mind, he could kill me before I took my second breath.
Sometimes, when we bask in boneless contentment, I wonder if he would.
