ok. i've splashed cold water on my face, and drank some OJ.
*makes slutty noises at fic*
you have owned me, so now you must put up with my noises and my flailing:
“A birthday?” he asks. “Well, hold her still.”
how confused was i when i read this? i actually sat here going, huh, who's the lucky girl. then realization slapped me in the face. and i screamed. and convulsed. i almost died, thank you. this is why fan fics require warnings!!!
Paris’s slender fingers dig into her upper arms as he holds her back against him and she knows there will be bruises there in the morning.
*grips paris's thighs*
Hector laughs.
“She’s got it bad, little brother.
*makes pawing motions at hector* *whimpers*
They force her arms behind her and secure her wrists so that Paris is enclosed within the circle of her arms.
writhes shamlessly against paris*
but as Hector leans across her to kiss his brother
*she comes all over herself*
and then fusing together so tightly that she wonders if they can breathe at all.
*licks both boys*
Paris’s hands slide down to her thighs and pull her knees up to her chest, baring her completely against Hector’s lower body
*growls*
and the brothers break off their kiss, grinning at one another.
*faints*
He’s thrusting gently, unconsciously, against her and the movement, coupled with her own desire, lifts her hips in rhythm against Hector.
“Please,” Paris moans. “Enough teasing brother.”
*nods head, crying*
She feels rather than sees Hector’s hand disappear around her waist to grasp his brother’s erection, the cold of his arm guards burning against her bare skin. With the other hand Hector slides his sword forward until the very end of the scabbard is inside her.
“Like that?” he asks softly and she
*screams FUCK ME HECTOR!!
She wonders to what extent the shiver of arousal is caused simply by the knowledge that this is Hector’s cock pressing to enter her
gggggnnnnnn i'm going to explode into a shrillion pieces....
Then he shuts his eyes and relinquishes that control, grasping Paris’s hips and using them as leverage
*bites hard into hector's shoulder*
their lips find each others again and it is almost more than she can bear to watch them kiss like this, fighting for dominance.
*blubbers mindlessly*
His hands have slid forward to cling to Hector, scrabling across the smooth expanse of muscled back as he looks for a hold, rapidly coming undone.
*cries mindlessly*
and with a startled yelp Paris comes, Hector’s name a gasp of breath in her ear.
*hearts*
His body is heavy and the hair on his chest sticks to her as he moves.
i will always carry this moment with me.
When Hector finally kisses her, tongue demanding entrance, it is enough to make her arch, held motionless on the precipice of climax before falling with grateful abandon into the abyss.
*weeps with gratitude* i have never needed to come so badly.
He continues to thrust into her, his movement thrumming through her now-sensitive body, the force and stretch keeping her on the wave of pleasure.
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Date: 2004-03-07 12:44 pm (UTC)*makes slutty noises at fic*
you have owned me, so now you must put up with my noises and my flailing:
“A birthday?” he asks. “Well, hold her still.”
how confused was i when i read this? i actually sat here going, huh, who's the lucky girl. then realization slapped me in the face. and i screamed. and convulsed. i almost died, thank you. this is why fan fics require warnings!!!
Paris’s slender fingers dig into her upper arms as he holds her back against him and she knows there will be bruises there in the morning.
*grips paris's thighs*
Hector laughs.
“She’s got it bad, little brother.
*makes pawing motions at hector* *whimpers*
They force her arms behind her and secure her wrists so that Paris is enclosed within the circle of her arms.
writhes shamlessly against paris*
but as Hector leans across her to kiss his brother
*she comes all over herself*
and then fusing together so tightly that she wonders if they can breathe at all.
*licks both boys*
Paris’s hands slide down to her thighs and pull her knees up to her chest, baring her completely against Hector’s lower body
*growls*
and the brothers break off their kiss, grinning at one another.
*faints*
He’s thrusting gently, unconsciously, against her and the movement, coupled with her own desire, lifts her hips in rhythm against Hector.
“Please,” Paris moans. “Enough teasing brother.”
*nods head, crying*
She feels rather than sees Hector’s hand disappear around her waist to grasp his brother’s erection, the cold of his arm guards burning against her bare skin. With the other hand Hector slides his sword forward until the very end of the scabbard is inside her.
“Like that?” he asks softly and she
*screams FUCK ME HECTOR!!
She wonders to what extent the shiver of arousal is caused simply by the knowledge that this is Hector’s cock pressing to enter her
gggggnnnnnn i'm going to explode into a shrillion pieces....
Then he shuts his eyes and relinquishes that control, grasping Paris’s hips and using them as leverage
*bites hard into hector's shoulder*
their lips find each others again and it is almost more than she can bear to watch them kiss like this, fighting for dominance.
*blubbers mindlessly*
His hands have slid forward to cling to Hector, scrabling across the smooth expanse of muscled back as he looks for a hold, rapidly coming undone.
*cries mindlessly*
and with a startled yelp Paris comes, Hector’s name a gasp of breath in her ear.
*hearts*
His body is heavy and the hair on his chest sticks to her as he moves.
i will always carry this moment with me.
When Hector finally kisses her, tongue demanding entrance, it is enough to make her arch, held motionless on the precipice of climax before falling with grateful abandon into the abyss.
*weeps with gratitude* i have never needed to come so badly.
He continues to thrust into her, his movement thrumming through her now-sensitive body, the force and stretch keeping her on the wave of pleasure.
*nods repeatedly* it's absolutely true... *whimper*
She feels his muscles clench moments before he floods her, coming with a grunt, “Persephone!”
*wails in hector's ear*
*sighs* oh my bull of heaven
*DIES*