Kuro drabble - Red
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baroqueangelTitle: Red
Chars/Pairs: Grell/Madam Red
Warnings: blood, more blood, bad het, sick and twisted???
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 195
Summary: He loved the colour red
A.N: I can't believe I wrote this... I’ll apologise now >.< It was the first thing I thought of when I saw the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hentai_contest prompt, cunnilingus...
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He loved the colour red, which was why he loved her, in his own way. In his eyes she was the perfect woman, she was the woman he would love to be. She was red, always so red, the most perfect colour in existence and together they bathed everything around them in the brightest red they could find, blood red.
The walls were red, the floors were red, the body was red. It was a masterpiece.
Blood coated everything and Grell revelled in it. Madam Red’s desire to carve, cut, kill, punish, gave him so much pleasure, the least he could do was return the favour.
He fell to his knees, splashing blood over his Butler’s uniform. He lifted her skirts, pulled away her lace panties, and smiled. Even this part was red.
He flicked out his tongue, slid it over her, pushed it into her, tasted her, pleasured her.
He smiled as he worked, tongue licking and moving and thrusting. He wanted to make her scream like the whore had, like she had every other time he had done this.
The scream was the perfect musical accompaniment for the masterpiece they had created.
Chars/Pairs: Grell/Madam Red
Warnings: blood, more blood, bad het, sick and twisted???
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 195
Summary: He loved the colour red
A.N: I can't believe I wrote this... I’ll apologise now >.< It was the first thing I thought of when I saw the
hentai_contest prompt, cunnilingus... ~~~~~
He loved the colour red, which was why he loved her, in his own way. In his eyes she was the perfect woman, she was the woman he would love to be. She was red, always so red, the most perfect colour in existence and together they bathed everything around them in the brightest red they could find, blood red.
The walls were red, the floors were red, the body was red. It was a masterpiece.
Blood coated everything and Grell revelled in it. Madam Red’s desire to carve, cut, kill, punish, gave him so much pleasure, the least he could do was return the favour.
He fell to his knees, splashing blood over his Butler’s uniform. He lifted her skirts, pulled away her lace panties, and smiled. Even this part was red.
He flicked out his tongue, slid it over her, pushed it into her, tasted her, pleasured her.
He smiled as he worked, tongue licking and moving and thrusting. He wanted to make her scream like the whore had, like she had every other time he had done this.
The scream was the perfect musical accompaniment for the masterpiece they had created.
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Date: 2013-05-11 03:06 am (UTC)This is all-together perfect!
So, no, I don't think you get to be embarrassed, no. If you are though, I'll definitely steal your masterpiece - actually, I'm stealing it anyway, for my memories.
Never be ashamed of what you create, dearie! They're all works of art xD
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Date: 2013-05-11 12:04 pm (UTC)*Glomps and clings*
<3333
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Date: 2013-05-11 09:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-11 12:07 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like it <33