Creative Writing: Journey's End

Grabbing the blanket Gwaine had kicked to the floor, she lay on top of him, covered them, and rested her head against his solid chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “Your heart’s pounding,” she said.

Her legs wobbly as they were gave little resistance to his direction. Her hand being bound made the movement a bit awkward, but slowly Vivian managed to kneel before him. The eyes looking up at him filled with a desire she had never been able to voice. The sound of his pants unzipping caught her attention though, her eyes trailing down his long form and to his rock hard erection as he pulled it free.

Gillis cleared his throat. “Alright then.” He turned to leave, but stopped at the door, his hand resting on the knob. “For what it’s worth, Beau was okay as far as vamps go.” The door closed with a soft click behind him. Claire watched him climb into his unmarked car through the window. She turned off the “Open” sign. Locked the door. Shut the blinds.

"We'll talk more later on, Alyse, but not now." He rubbed his arms up and down her arms, somehow eliciting an arousal from her body. "Will you sleep and rest for me? Your mind is a bit overloaded what with all went on with you." She just wanted him to continue touching her and didn't want him to stop what he was doing so she nodded. Most unfair she got the hots for the man, and yet he treated her like grandma’s couch.

She wiggled frantically against the hard wall tried to set herself free but she was already growing lightheaded and weak in his grasp. “Stop-“ she gurgled on her words slamming a fist into his hands but they bounced off him the same as before. Panic set in, as he dragged her body along the wall with only the slip of lingerie to protect her skin. Amira couldn’t cry out of she wanted, her eyes watering up as he shoved

Minimis desperately wanted to stay in Castellum. He felt so appreciated here, so welcomed. He was sure word had spread about his fight with Maximus, and that he would be ridiculed by the entire kingdom for his actions. His lack of strength, combined with the fearful thoughts of what may lie ahead once he returns home, Minimis considered giving up, and letting the guards put him in prison for stealing the expensive medicine his father so desperately needed. However, he knew that was not an option. He had to complete his mission and save his father.

The whole ride to the factory James was telling himself don’t mess up don’t mess up and a thought occurred in his mind, he could die today. He didn’t know who or what was inside that factory or if they would have guns or not. Natalie's voice interrupted his thoughts "Were here she said, they're guards outside the gate I'll go to talk to them you keep watch." While James was waiting he was loading his gun, then BANG! He heard a booming gunshot coming from inside the factory. He didn’t see Natalie, she must've been brought inside after she was shot. James faced turned blue knowing he should've been looking out for her. He imminently grabbed the radio and called in for backup. A lady responded and said to stay put until the backup arrived. No

At the first caress of her fingers, Jessie body reacted, blood rushed to meet her touched leaving him light-headed and dizzy. He lowered his head on her shoulder and moaned against her neck. "Oh, wow!" He mumbled to himself as pushed his hips against the palm of her soft hand.

He had regained some control over his features. The shock was gone and she could almost see the wheels turning in his cold, calculating mind. “She asked for me to do this. She likes it. I didn’t want to.” He blurted the last sentence and she could tell he was pleased with himself. Anyone should believe that an unconscious woman, covered in glass and blood, clearly wanted this to happen to her.

As she prepared herself to enter, a noise pulled her from her reverie. A quick glance up told her that he had found her. Softly, he spoke “Please…Leah, you can’t. Don’t do this.”

""Isn't that right, honey? Why don't you explain to this cheap whore what you want me to do to her, and how I like it rough. Ask the bitch if she enjoys taking it up the ass." His tone suddenly ice-cold, and the words, taunting, Pete noticed the girl shirk slightly away from his touch.

She wiped a trail of tears from her cheek. She loved him and wanted the chance to love his daughter. What if he ended it? What if this was too much for Hannah? She was driving herself crazy with worry. He'd call when he had it taken care of. In the meantime, she would wait.

Through the sensual haze, she managed to consider the fact that she was naked from the waist up straddling a fully clothed Rick in the middle of the living room and they were sharing the small apartment with three other people. This could easily turn into a very awkward and inappropriate situation. “Rick,” she gasped as his fingers found their way to the waistband of her pants. “The door. Someone might –”

As a huge shudder racked his body, he simultaneously screamed out in ecstasy and released. Wanting, needing to touch her, he grasped between her legs. His body was on fire and as Brett came, he slammed two fingers back inside

"Fuck." That exclamation escaped unbidden from his lips, along with a shudder of pleasure when her lips touched the tip of his cock, and then followed a long growl of pleasure when she slowly took him into her mouth, inch by tortuous inch. Eyes fluttering in his head, he attempted to lock them onto hers when they raised to look at him, the innocence of features at odds with the cock in her mouth, and that brought forth another growl. With his brain clouded by pleasure, Brett had been utterly incapable of responding to her comment about the champagne.