Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Incubus (new AHS: Coven story)

If you liked Abominations, Red Storm, or even Uplift, I bet you will like my latest story still in the works: Incubus.


Here is a brief summary:

Set ten years after the events of Abominations, the time has come for Eleonora to realize how lonely she really is. Desperate for someone to share her life with, the coven assists her in conjuring the perfect man. Little does she know that she is asking for more than she could ever bargain for.

Fanfiction: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11001326/1/Incubus

Quotev: http://www.quotev.com/story/5965275/Incubus/

"It's a god-awful...ghostly affair..."

If the title wasn't a clue, then guess what? A new fanfiction for AHS: Freak Show is available for you to read!!!

The story Ghost is a bit unique as it includes canon elements and my own spin on the plot. 



Here is a summary:

Naya's albinism is both beautiful and frightening, yet everyone in Jupiter is in awe when she first graces Elsa's stage as the newest member of her 'cabinet of curiosities'. At the same time, the carnies are blind to her origins--where did she come from? What suffering does her past hold? Why is Dandy so obsessed with her? 

FUN FACT: The model who inspired the new OC is named Nastya Zhidkova, who is a famous Russian albino best know for incorporating wild costumes and looks into her photo shoots.

Read it today! 

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10948159/1/Ghost

Quotev: http://www.quotev.com/story/5876570/Ghost-AHS-Freak-Show/

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Abominations (AHS : Coven) OC Portrait Edits

I hope you've all been enjoying reading my latest AHS: Coven fanfic, Abominations! If you haven't, I strongly urge you to check it out: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10878383/1/Abominations-AHS-Coven

Below are some photo edits with the OCs featured in the story. I hope you all enjoy them! 

Eleonora Mortenson - Helen's daughter; she struggles to live a normal life despite her hereditary powers. She is timid and shy, but very sharp-witted and insightful. She has atmokinesis (control of weather), telekinesis, & resurgence (resurrecting the dead).

Julie - Sensitive and good-natured, Julie is mysterious as she is powerful. She has an affinity with Norse mythology and practices seiĆ°r (Northern shamanic magick). Julie is Chase's fraternal twin sister. She possesses cryokinesis (control of ice and snow), has sharp psychic powers, is a telepath, and has extraordinary night vision.

Chase - Often teased for his intellectual shortcomings, Chase is misunderstood too much for people to care. Sweet and unassuming, he just wants to feel loved and accepted. He is the fraternal twin of Julie, by whom he is always kept safe and guarded. His only ability is hydrokinesis (control over water). Fun fact: he never leaves home without his gray mittens. What could he be hiding beneath them? 

(These are original edits,. Give credit please. Thanks so much :D)

Monday, December 8, 2014

Is that...a new AHS fanfic????

Before I digress further, do read Red Storm, the sequel to my AHS: Freak Show fanfiction, Uplift. Just a warning, it contains mature and controversial content. Discretion is advised.


Anyways, you saw the title of this post: a new AHS: Coven fanfiction is currently in the works! It is entitled Abominations. Here is a brief synopsis:

Eleanora has some unique abilities, but denies having them. Once she is accepted into the elite Miss Robicheaux's Academy, she has no idea what to expect or what is to come. Will she realize her true potential? What dark secrets lurk in her family's past? Who will be the next Supreme?

Check my Fanfiction account for updates: www.fanfiction.net/u/4550713

Thanks for all your continued support! :)

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

NEW AHS: FREAK SHOW STORY!




Did I catch your attention with my amazeball edits for...yeah...a NEW STORY!?

I haven't written for Hetalia but I love the new season of AHS so much that I wrote an original Fanfiction: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10774365/1/

Uplift is centered around Britta Nordlund, a young woman with a troubled past and rare gift, who is taken by Elsa to America to perform in her freak show and hopefully save her business. However, there is a hidden evil in Jupiter; no one is safe, and threats are at every corner. 

I hope you can read it and maybe leave a review! Thanks! :3

(PS: the above photos are original edits. Give credit please, thank you)

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Take My Scars (An America + Lithuania LEMON)

Some more Yaoi for you guys! This happens to be one of my all-time favorite ships in Hetalia: Axis Powers so enjoy!

"Mr. Jones?" the young Lithuanian called out in search of the man he was working for. "I...I have your coffee!"

There was no answer, which could only mean one thing; he had either left without telling him or he was out in the backyard. He knew that Alfred had been doing some cleaning in his basement, so perhaps he was going to take a break?

Toris Laurinatis was employed by Alfred's family as their personal servant and had been working for them for about a month and a half. He was from Lithuania, and he sought refuge in America from his abusive lover back home. The first thing he needed was a job, and he got average pay being the Jones family servant. 

He was a particularly handsome young man of nineteen with shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes that had hints of sadness in them. Though his introversion often got the best of him, he was still very sensitive with a kind heart. Inside, he was struggling to try and forget about his horrible past of physical and mental abuse, as well as a history of suffering from inhumane violence and brutality.

Toris walked out to the backyard with the tray of coffee, still trying to find Alfred. He saw the young man of the same age sitting on the wooden bench facing an elaborate, tranquil garden that was small but aesthetic. He walked over and smiled shyly at the young blond man sitting down.

"Ah, there you are," the Lithuanian said. Alfred looked up at him and smiled at him grandly, as he always had. He was always so fun-loving and cheerful, even completely childish at times; nevertheless, many people liked him.

"Thanks!" Alfred said, adjusting his plain, clear-lensed glasses higher up on his nose bridge as he took his cup of coffee. Toris nodded, and as he made his way to the house, Alfred turned his back and watched him.

"Hey, Toris!" he called out. The young servant walked back to the bench and stood prim and proper as he waited for his next task. Instead, he saw Alfred pat the seat next to him.

"Come sit with me. Take a break for a little bit," he insisted, still patting the seat next to him on the wooden bench. Toris nodded shyly and did as told, looking over at Alfred, calculating him and his outward appearance.

Alfred was quite handsome himself, and he had a carefree, fun-loving personality besides having a ridiculous addiction to hamburgers and soda. He had dirty blond hair with an ahoge near the part in his hair, and his eyes were sky blue. He wore glasses that were both functional and stylish, making him look as sophisticated as people would expect a young man of nineteen to be. The sun seemed to gleam off him as he took the first sip of his coffee, and Toris smiled at him. Alfred looked over at him.

"Hey, sorry if I'm delaying you from chores," he told the Lithuanian. Toris shook his head.

"It's perfectly alright, Mr. Jones," he replied with a smile that faded quickly.

"Just...from now on, call me Alfred," Alfred said as he sipped his coffee again. Toris looked at him and blinked.

"Oh," he said. "Alright."

"You've become my friend now," Alfred added, trying to give him a reason why he didn't have to use formality with him. Toris nodded, looking at the oleander shrub between the pastel pink peony bushes. He took in a breath of fresh, dewy spring air as he looked ahead at the small garden area.

Alfred took another sip of his coffee and looked at Toris, intrigued by the misery hidden behind his verdant, seemingly jaded eyes. Unbeknownst to him, the most recent years in Toris' life had been so full of anguish, both mental and physical, and to huge extents at that. He had been mistreated, misunderstood, underestimated, and a victim of circumstance. Fleeing to America to start a new life was his only hope. Unfortunately, Toris was deeply discouraged at receiving a letter from his lover begging him to come back with the promise of treating him better. He did not want to go back to Eastern Europe; he wanted to stay and enjoy his new life, his new job, and any new opportunities that would have come his way.

"Toris?" Alfred asked. "Is everything alright?" The Lithuanian sighed, thinking of the letter.

"Everything is fine," he responded. Something is on his mind, Alfred thought, keeping his sky-blue eyes on him.

"Toris, please," the young blond man pleaded kindly, moving a bit closer to him with his coffee in hand. "I don't know if I've ever told you this, but you can always feel free to talk to me about anything. Anything at all."

The Lithuanian looked at Alfred, his green eyes widening ever so slightly at his statement. Nobody had ever cared about him, nobody had ever been kind to him, and nobody ever tried to become his friend. He looked at him and sighed.

"Well," he began with a sad tone in his voice. "I guess things are not that easy." He had caught Alfred's full attention at that moment. 

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at him as he started to speak. Toris got up from his seat and walked away, his back facing Alfred at a reasonable distance. Alfred watched him, hearing faint sobbing coming from the Lithuanian. Within seconds, Alfred rushed over to him and tried to console him, but the sobs seemed so heavy that they weighed his words down like a thousand boulders.

"I...I don't want to go back," he said as his voice cracked. Tears rushed down his cheeks as Alfred stood there to listen.

"Go back? What do you mean? What happened?" Alfred questioned. Toris sniffled and wiped his eyes, but more tears continued to roll down his cheeks.

"I can't face him anymore," he cried vaguely.

"Who?" 

"Ivan," Toris finally said after a throaty gulp and a moment of undisturbed silence.

"Is he...your lover?" Alfred questioned.

"Yes," Toris answered, beginning to cry. Alfred took the Lithuanian into his arms and let him cry on his shoulder, patting his back gently. 

"Hey buddy, it's alright," the blond man said with deep sympathy. He sighed for a moment. "What happened?" 

"I...I...I received a letter from him...two days ago," Toris answered with grief. "He...he wants me to return." He began crying again. "I can't face him anymore! Not after all he's done to me!" 

"Alright, alright," Alfred said calmly, patting his friend's back. "Why don't we go inside?"

Toris nodded with a sniffle, and they walked into Alfred's living room. They both say down on the comfortable ivory sofa and faced each other. Toris breathed so heavily he couldn't speak for a moment.

"Why didn't you tell me about the letter, Toris?" Alfred asked.
 
"Because I...never talk about these things," the Lithuanian said. "It's...it's painful." He wept softly, thinking of his past. Alfred hugged him and rocked him gently.

"Tell me. Tell me about everything that happened to you," he inquired. "I am here to listen. Also, it will help to talk to somebody."

Toris knew it would take a lot of courage not only to tell him what happened, but also to trust him. He knew that if Alfred claimed to be his friend, it didn't necessarily mean he could always trust him or count on him. He began speaking, despite difficulty, and tears began rolling down his cheeks to think of the painful memories.
 
"I...well...I have known Ivan since we were children. We became friends...as we got older," Toris began tearfully. "And then...he...he wanted me all for himself."

"Oh?" Alfred's curiosity grew significantly as he listened to Toris' story.

"Ivan...well..." Tears fell again and Toris' voice cracked. "He forced me to live with him...and work for him..." He sobbed so hard he couldn't breathe. "He...he wanted complete control over me. He wanted me to work for him against my will. And...whenever I tried to escape, Ivan would...he would...he'd..."

Toris' sentence trailed off into the sound of falling tears and heavy sobbing. Alfred held him and patted his back, letting him cry on his shoulder. His emotions could no longer be controlled; he was so broken that he didn't think it was possible for his soul to be mended ever again.

"What...did Ivan....do?" Alfred asked anxiously but calmly. Toris choked up and finally finished the sentence that trailed off.

"He...he beat me," he said, weeping loudly. "He would...cut me...whip me...he did....everything he could...to leave his...mark on me."

Alfred's eyes widened and he held him again, encouraging him to let his emotions pour out. Toris continued to weep and cry as a replay of the distressing memories showed itself in his mind. 

"Toris, I am so sorry," the blond man told him. "That's terrible." The Lithuanian continued to cry heavily, but wiped his reddened eyes with the clean white sleeve of his uniform shirt.

"The last time Ivan tried to hurt me was when I rejected his marriage proposal," he added.

"When was this? Was it in the letter?" Alfred asked, his arm around Toris' shoulder. He shook his head slowly.

"No, it was before I came to America," he said. "He...he forced me to marry him, but when I said no, he...he beat me up very badly and...whipped me. Then, well...he...he violated me."

"He what?" Alfred asked with disbelief.

"Yes, he raped me, and it wasn't the first time it happened. I have had it happen many times. He did it every time. He even...did it when I slept sometimes," Toris said, a distinct frown on his face.

"Jesus," Alfred muttered under his breath with sympathetic incredulity. He sighed and looked back into Toris' verdant, sad eyes.

"Well, you are always welcome to stay here if you wish," Alfred said. "I am willing to open up my home to you...and...to keep you safe from him. You won't have to deal with him anymore."

Toris' face lit up only a little bit, looking at the blond young man. No one had ever been so kind to him, not had they ever had the decency to open up their home to them. He smiled sadly and hugged Alfred tightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones. I...I am so grateful," Toris said with deep gratitude. Alfred hugged him, patting his back gently. 

"Don't thank me. I'm only doing the right thing," Alfred said. 

They had a moment of mutual eye contact, not letting anything distract them. Suddenly, their faces leaned into each others and they kissed briefly. Tori's blushed, feeling emotions that seemed to have been locked away for a long time (at least since Ivan's first romantic advance toward him). Alfred looked at him and saw the blank, blushing look on his face.

"Toris? Are you ok?" Alfred asked, caressing his face gently.

"Yes," he answered with a shy, morose smile. "I...I have never been so happy in all my life. That's all."

"You're...happy with me?" Alfred asked. 

"Yes...I...I love you," Toris told him nervously. Alfred's face lit up a bit, and he smiled at him, holding him close.

"I...I love you, too, Toris. I...I would give up my life just to keep you safe," the American replied with sincerity. 

Toris' tears of sadness turned to tears of happiness as the two young men embraced once again. The Lithuanian blushed, Alfred kissing him gently and slowly. He accepted the kiss and wrapped his arms around his neck, moaning gently as they locked lips.

The kiss became more passionate, and before long, the two men were in Alfred's bedroom, making out with each other against the wall. Alfred was kissing and licking Toris' neck gently. Toris panted and sighed as his nails dug into the fabric covering Alfred's back. That was his cue to remove his shirt to expose his lanky, but somewhat muscular frame. Toris kissed him passionately, channelling strong emotions into Alfred as tears continued to stream from the corners of his eyes.
 
Before long, the two young men were on the bed, caressing and kissing each other, but Toris kept his shirt on the entire time despite his temperature rising. Alfred, finally realizing this, looked down and unbuttoned Toris' clean white shirt, but he stopped him.
 
"What's the matter?" he asked. Toris sighed, and started to cry again.
 
"You...you can't see me like this," the Lithuanian said with tears emanating from his eyes, turning on his side. Alfred placed a hand on his clothed arm.
 
"We can stop, if you want," Alfred suggested.
 
"No," Toris sobbed. "I...I am ugly."
 
"Why would you think that?"
 
Reluctant to answer his question with words, Toris undid his dress shirt and discarded it, throwing it on the floor with his back facing Alfred, whose facial expression was a mixture of shock and deep concern. A good percentage of Toris' back was scarred, bruised, cut, scabby; it were as though Toris' view of himself were to be true. However, Alfred saw beyond the scars and knew deep down that he was a brave man for putting up with a harsh man like Ivan. Without saying a word, Alfred ran his hand nervously over the scars on Toris' back and starting kissing the damaged flesh.
 
"Ah! Stop! Please! No one can ever love me for this," Toris begged, crying as he felt the American's lips caress his secrets. Alfred kissed nearly every inch of his back, and made his way back up to the nape of his neck.
 
"I'll love you no matter what. You are still you, and I love you for who you are," Alfred whispered. Touched by his words, Toris wiped his eyes and turned his head to share a passionate, fiery kiss with Alfred, who reached in the front of Toris' slacks to unbuckle them and take them off. The Lithuanian helped Alfred take off his, too, and before they knew it, Toris was on the bottom of Alfred with their lips in a captivatingly beautiful kiss.
 
Alfred kissed down his neck, trying to find his sweet spot. Toris sighed gently, but gasped when he started kissing the area where his neck met his shoulder. His fingertips ran down the smooth, warm skin of Alfred's defined back as the American kissed and sucked at his sweet spot repeatedly, making the Lithuanian arch against Alfred as he pleased him.
 
"Ah! Alfred!" he sighed, continuing to moan as the temperature between the men grew to an almost sizzling height.
 
Alfred moved lower, kissing all over Toris' chest before kissing and licking his flat nipples. The Lithuanian liked the feeling, and ran his fingers through Alfred's hair, removing his glasses and putting them on the nightstand for him. Alfred continued at his nipples, making Toris moan gently as he travelled down to his flat, lanky abdomen before finally taking off his boxers. Toris blushed significantly as he felt Alfred's hand stroke his member.
 
"Hmm," the American groaned, looking at the size and girth of the Lithuanian. When he licked the tip, Toris jerked up and sighed, panting loudly.
 
"Alfred!" he exclaimed with pleasure as he started to lightly suck up and down his shaft. Any part of Toris' member that Alfred couldn't fit in his mouth he stroked using a twisting motion activated by just a flick of the wrist. Toris jerked his head back onto the white fluffy pillow and ran his fingers gently through his hair.
 
"Agh! Ngh!" he groaned, the pressure and speed of Alfred's hand and mouth strokes increasing. He felt his free hand go to fondle his balls, and as he moved his member up, Alfred began sucking on Toris' balls with enough pressure to make him shout and scream in ecstatic bliss.
 
"AH!" Toris yelped out in pleasure. "It feels so good!"
 
"It does?" Alfred asked, giving his mouth a break so he can stroke him. Toris nodded, and Alfred sucked him until he came in his mouth. Alfred swallowed every bit of it; tastes so good, he thought as he tasted the salty, but sweet taste of Toris' seed.
 
Alfred kissed Toris on the lips again, and there was no fight for dominance during their time together. They really loved each other and Toris was very happy to be in good hands. the Lithuanian knelt upon Alfred's request, and he went at kissing the long, deep scars on his back once again. For once, Toris felt loved and accepted, not abused and rejected; for this he was very grateful, and with every kiss to his lips or body came a moment where he felt even closer to and more in love with Alfred.
 
When Alfred removed his own pants, he did not bother to stick his rock-hard erection into Toris just yet. Instead, he held both of his buttocks and started to lick his behind, making the Lithuanian gasp with pleasure.
 
"Ah! Alfred!" he sighed, gripping the bed sheets as he received pleasure from Alfred. He fondled his buttocks as he licked deeper into his hole. Toris, on the other hand, panted and his heart raced significantly.
 
"Alfred! Oh, Alfred!" he cried out in ecstasy. His tongue flicked at his butt wildly, causing a foreign fire to burn with intensity within Toris' loins. Alfred didn't necessarily taste anything, but his licking was only a start to when he started putting fingers inside of him. The sensation of Alfred's digits entering his rear made him moan even louder than ever before.
 
"Am I hurting you?" Alfred questioned, thrusting his finger in and out of Toris.
 
"No, I'm fine," Toris replied shyly with a streak of red across his face.
 
The walls of Toris' rectum felt rather strange on Alfred's fingers, but the stretching sensation of the outer part with the digital thrusting felt and looked better. As Toris moaned, Alfred stroked his own member, gradually working up the point to where he was close to coming. To prevent coming so soon, he stopped thrusting his fingers into Toris, and kneeled behind his raised buttocks, thrusting into him gently.
 
Toris gripped the bed sheets, adding to the messy arrangement of the sheets. Alfred sighed and bit his lower lip, thrusting into Toris' ass slowly, going in and out with an even amount of pressure as he held the sides of his butt.
 
"Oh," Toris moaned.
 
"Feel good?" Alfred asked. Toris nodded slowly, still blushing and panting.
 
"Yes. You can move now," said the Lithuanian.
 
Within a matter of moments, Alfred's member sped up inside Toris, both men moaning loudly from the pleasure they were giving and receiving. The Lithuanian rested his head and shoulders forward on the bed, liking the increasingly powerful thrusts going in and out of him.
 
"Ah....oh....ahh...ngh...ooh," Toris moaned repeatedly. Alfred went a bit faster and harder inside of him, hitting the  sweet spot he was looking for. The Lithuanian began to shout and scream in ecstasy, tossing his head back in the air as his hands crushed the fabric of the bed linens.
 
"AH! OH!"
 
"Toris! Oh my god!" Alfred shouted, leaning down to share a quick kiss with Toris as he thrust in and out him, repeatedly hitting his sweet spot.
 
"I feel so alive!" Toris exclaimed.
 
"I'm going to come!" the American warned.
 
"I am, too!" Toris answered with a loud moan to accompany it.
 
Moaning each others names, they both came. When Alfred pulled out of Toris, he saw some of his seed drip out of the hole. Within a few moments, both men were laying down, facing each other as they kisses, caressed, and looked into each other's eyes.
 
"I love you, Toris," Alfred said. Toris smiled shyly, but it was laced with happiness.
 
"I love you, too, Alfred. Very much," he whispered with his thick Lithuanian intonation. Alfred caressed his face gently and kissed his forehead.
 
"Toris, you may feel free to live with me," Alfred told him. For the first time in a long while, Toris showed teeth in his smile.
 
"I wouldn't be happier any other way," he said, planting a gentle, tender kiss on Alfred's anticipating lips.
 
Before they fell asleep together, Alfred told Toris; "you will never have to deal with Ivan again as long as I am around."

Saturday, June 15, 2013

A Pervert's Fantasy (A Prussia + Hungary LEMON)

WARNING: May include some bondage! Don't say I didn't warn you!

"I hate you, Gilbert," Elizabetha said to him as he held the leather riding crop firmly in his grasp. The red-eyed German looked at her and laughed sinisterly as he snapped the leather strip on his palm.

CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!

"Vat do you vant, Elizabetha? Don't tell me you don't know vat is going on inside your head!" he teased crudely as he stared at her stripped-naked form tied up.

She was tied up in such a way that even her private areas were exposed for him to see. Her hands were behind her back, her legs were tied apart as if in a gynecologist's chair to give Gilbert a good view of her womanhood, and her nipples were hard and upright due to the slight chill in the dark, dim room. She rolled her eyes at the German and shook her head, struggling to move in the tight collar.

Gilbert, on the other hand, was a sight to see himself, and he was scantily clad in an outfit made entirely of thin leather. He wore no underpants, leaving his member to stand erect through the gap in his open leather chaps, and two leather straps with metal buckles crossed over his chest to make him look more intimidating. This was a success, for Elizabetha was taken from her home, stripped completely, and tied up in a weird, strappy contraption. This was a pervert's fantasy.

SNAP!

"Ow! What are you doing, Gilbert?" Elizabetha shouted, responding to the riding crop striking her bottom. "That hurts a lot!"

SNAP!

"Stop that! I mean it!" she repeated, the same distressing shout. The German looked down at his member, beginning to stroke it hard and fast as he stared at her distressing expression. Then, it turned to disgust--what the hell is he doing, she asked herself.

Suddenly, he grabbed her head, clutching her light brown hair tightly as he shoved his erection into her mouth. She screamed, gagging as his cock went in and out of her orifice.

"Oh, ja! Zat feels good! No vonder my brozer loves sadistic porn!" he giggled, moaning in pleasure as his member made Elizabetha's cries of disapproval turn to quiet, but audible throat gags. Once he went faster, Elizabetha started gagging so much she let out a few strained coughs. She kept shaking her head to free herself from Gilbert's tight grasp, finally getting his dick out of her mouth as she coughed heavily from him gagging her with his erect member.

"You idiot! What are you doing!? Sto--"

It began again, and Elizabetha's eyes widened as her breath was prevented and it was practically thrusting in and out of the hollow of her throat. Gilbert cackled sadistically at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth.

"Ooh! Zis is awesome!" he groaned, the evil grin still on his face as he felt an even better sensation. "Ooh! Looks who's going to cum!"

Elizabetha's eyes widened upon hearing him, and once she felt his liquid seed pour into her mouth, she spat it out on Gilbert, expressing her disapproval. However, on her tongue it tasted OK, so she swallowed some of it until gasping in her response to him beginning to lick her slick, hot folds.

"Ah! Gilbert! Ahh!" she shouted. He stroked her clit with his index finger, looking up into her eyes with his bright red eyes full of sadistic lust.

"You're all vet, Elizabetha!" he said, sticking a finger inside of her. She winced and moved in her strappy binding, trying to make him stop.

"Stop! I'm warning you!" she shrieked angrily.

"Varning me? Vhy? It's apparent you feel awesome, too!" he said, his finger going deeper as he sucked on her bundle of nerves gently. Elizabetha couldn't help but moan; it actually did feel good, but she hated Gilbert so much that she didn't want to show it. However, she was failing miserably as he sucked her harder and harder with each passing minute as his finger dug into her anterior wall.

"Gilbert! I.....hate....y-you!" she shouted, intense pleasure concealed in her voice. He stopped and stood up, shoving his member inside of her. It was without warning--Elizabetha didn't like this.

"Ah!! Stop! It hurts!!" she exclaimed. Her arms seemed to have minds of their own, wrapping around Gilbert's collared neck spontaneously as he thrust in and out of her roughly.

"It's so much better inside of you, Elizabetha! Admit it--you like vat I'm doing," he told her.

"No! I do not!" she shouted, still holding him close.

"You are holding me, and zat is ze only logical giveaway!" Gilbert contradicted.

"Am I?" she asked, looking into his red-violet eyes.

"Ja!" he told her, laughing as he kept going in and out of her. Elizabetha felt more pleasure, but resisted it to the point where she started screaming.

"Gilbert! Ah!!" she moaned, panting breathlessly. "Stop it!"

"You moaned my name! Zat's it! You like it!!" he responded, going deeper inside of her as he wrapped her legs around his waist.

"It's so hot and vet!" Gilbert finally said moments later. "It must feel good to you!"

"No!" she lied. "I hate it! Stop it!"

"I zink you do!! Don't deny it!" he commanded, whispering in her ear. "You are turned on by my awesomeness!"

"No!" she repeated for the umpteenth time. "Stop!"

"You're getting tighter around me! Ja, you are!" he cooed, moaning loudly from the pleasure Elizabetha's liquid heat gave him. She experienced a sudden rush of ecstasy, and found herself shouting.

"Stop...I'm going to...I'm going to--"

"Vat are you going to do, lieben?" he asked. "I know vat I am going to do--I am going to come!"

"No!!"

"Ja!"

With that, another dose of Gilbert's semen came in contact with her body, and it was inside her. Elizabetha hated the feeling of being dominated, but she knew she couldn't run and hide; she was bound in an awkward position. Gilbert kissed her cheek and smiled at her deviously.

"Guten nacht." Those were his final words before leaving the Hungarian woman bound in the room, awkward position and all.