Kink Bingo - Rough Sex
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a_qTitle: Dead Girls
Fandoms: Angel: The Series / True Blood
Pairings: Lilah Morgan / Pam
Kink: rough sex
Word count: ~600
Notes: the sex & violence are there, just not explicitly. All the same, consider yourself warned.
The cold hands pressed Lilah against the hard surface of her own desk. The folders fell to the floor, spreading their content all over. In that moment, before the vampire started, Lilah remembered a certain Wolfram and Hart cocktail party, and a drunken woman who had insisted telling her about vampires.
Fucking with a vampire is like being thrown down a marble staircase; its cold and painful, halfway down you think you are not going to make it and when it's over, you can only thank your lucky stars that you are still alive, broken bones and all.
Lilah couldn't recall what happened then, the details were always the first ones to go, but she remembered laughing at the woman. Now, when the hands moved over her, gripping and tweaking where they wanted and the bruises blossomed on her arms, her chest, her legs, Lilah was regretting that laugh.
The vampire's name was Pam. Just Pam, and Lilah had had enough self-preservation not to smirk at that. She was wearing classic Chanel suit and a string of even, pale pink pearls. Everything in her reeked money, lots of it, spent with fine precision. That alone was interesting, but she also spoke in controlled and proper manner that echoed of old English upper class. Lilah knew the type, and it was irresistible to her. She had wanted to play with her on the spot. There wasn't much of entertainment available in this dimension.
Here vampires were a part of the human society and therefore covered by the human laws. Many of the other supernatural species shimmered very close to the surface of the human world, just like in home. Some days Lilah suspected that this was a Slayer's Hell; all the prey you could dream of, but protected by humans. Slayers out, vampires in. It had a pleasing irony. Lilah liked it, even now.
Pam's assault was relentless. Lilah's body was bent in ways it didn't wish to be bent, her muscles were taut from the pressure and her breath was caught somewhere between burning lungs and wounded throat. She couldn't stop herself from fighting back, even though there was no point to it. Pam couldn't kill her in any traditional sense, because she was just as dead as the vampire was, maybe even more. Lack of death in her life didn't equal lack of pain, or feelings. So she fought, just for the pleasure of doing so, delighted when Pam responded with even harsher hold and more excruciating grind.
“Keep your eyes open.”
Lilah admired how calm and collected Pam's voice was, even when she was doing whatever she was doing to her. Lilah couldn't keep up. Pam was quiet and determined in her work and even though Lilah willed herself to stay quiet, all the embarrassing moans escaped from her mouth. Just before Lilah thought she would go mad if she couldn't come, right now, the pleasure shot through her body, every nerve ending crackling and firing at once.
Lilah didn't even notice that her shoulder dislocated from the miscalculated pull or when Pam snapped the bone back to its slot. It was just one one more nerve screaming with thousand others. Pam straightened and smoothed her hand over her skirt. The gesture was oddly cute and Lilah would've smiled, but there was something crunching and broken in her jaw. It felt amazing.
“I have to say, you did have a good point. There is nothing like a fucking a dead girl.”
Lilah stared at the ceiling, thinking about the possibility of lucky stars. She felt truly alive.
Fandoms: Angel: The Series / True Blood
Pairings: Lilah Morgan / Pam
Kink: rough sex
Word count: ~600
Notes: the sex & violence are there, just not explicitly. All the same, consider yourself warned.
The cold hands pressed Lilah against the hard surface of her own desk. The folders fell to the floor, spreading their content all over. In that moment, before the vampire started, Lilah remembered a certain Wolfram and Hart cocktail party, and a drunken woman who had insisted telling her about vampires.
Fucking with a vampire is like being thrown down a marble staircase; its cold and painful, halfway down you think you are not going to make it and when it's over, you can only thank your lucky stars that you are still alive, broken bones and all.
Lilah couldn't recall what happened then, the details were always the first ones to go, but she remembered laughing at the woman. Now, when the hands moved over her, gripping and tweaking where they wanted and the bruises blossomed on her arms, her chest, her legs, Lilah was regretting that laugh.
The vampire's name was Pam. Just Pam, and Lilah had had enough self-preservation not to smirk at that. She was wearing classic Chanel suit and a string of even, pale pink pearls. Everything in her reeked money, lots of it, spent with fine precision. That alone was interesting, but she also spoke in controlled and proper manner that echoed of old English upper class. Lilah knew the type, and it was irresistible to her. She had wanted to play with her on the spot. There wasn't much of entertainment available in this dimension.
Here vampires were a part of the human society and therefore covered by the human laws. Many of the other supernatural species shimmered very close to the surface of the human world, just like in home. Some days Lilah suspected that this was a Slayer's Hell; all the prey you could dream of, but protected by humans. Slayers out, vampires in. It had a pleasing irony. Lilah liked it, even now.
Pam's assault was relentless. Lilah's body was bent in ways it didn't wish to be bent, her muscles were taut from the pressure and her breath was caught somewhere between burning lungs and wounded throat. She couldn't stop herself from fighting back, even though there was no point to it. Pam couldn't kill her in any traditional sense, because she was just as dead as the vampire was, maybe even more. Lack of death in her life didn't equal lack of pain, or feelings. So she fought, just for the pleasure of doing so, delighted when Pam responded with even harsher hold and more excruciating grind.
“Keep your eyes open.”
Lilah admired how calm and collected Pam's voice was, even when she was doing whatever she was doing to her. Lilah couldn't keep up. Pam was quiet and determined in her work and even though Lilah willed herself to stay quiet, all the embarrassing moans escaped from her mouth. Just before Lilah thought she would go mad if she couldn't come, right now, the pleasure shot through her body, every nerve ending crackling and firing at once.
Lilah didn't even notice that her shoulder dislocated from the miscalculated pull or when Pam snapped the bone back to its slot. It was just one one more nerve screaming with thousand others. Pam straightened and smoothed her hand over her skirt. The gesture was oddly cute and Lilah would've smiled, but there was something crunching and broken in her jaw. It felt amazing.
“I have to say, you did have a good point. There is nothing like a fucking a dead girl.”
Lilah stared at the ceiling, thinking about the possibility of lucky stars. She felt truly alive.