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Adult ++
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13
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6,704
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3
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Reek No More of Love
Reek No More of Love
The sound of your voice begging: if it lingers in my ears it's only because I let it.
The golden-eyed one inside me is buried now. Not dead, but plunged deep and unable to rise. I like him there, cold and still inside me, helping me feel how warm and alive I am. I live because he is submerged. Each heartbeat strengthens me, and the more I feel your resentful, longing gaze upon me, the more I swell with power.
You want him back so badly, your tamed hanyou, and I can only scoff. Why, foolish and shortlived girl? You have always rejected me, used whatever means necessary to keep me submerged and give the lesser spirit ascendance. Your pitiful protector: strong but not strong enough to threaten you, not from the day you removed the arrow from our chest. When you removed the first miko's spell, you cast your own.
Rejected too is the weakest within us, the black-haired one whose nose would not even know you in the darkness. The dull-eyed one, he is unworthy of this thing you call love, though you are gracious enough to give him your pity. He prefers hiding within, deep within, lest he be revealed. And now that I have ascended, breathed the air of the living for a full moon's time, I grow increasingly confident I can keep him safe, and the golden-eyed fool imprisoned. It all sits so well with me.
Not so you, pretty miko, cowering in the cave where I now must keep you bound so you do not summon your friends once again. Oh, your well-meaning comrades who only wish the best for me. No, not me. Him. The pretty puppy who can be subjugated, tamed to your will and your whore's cunt. Your so-called love.
Shall we tally that love, Kagome? Shall we truly assess its worth? Not with word but with deed. With fang and claw, with spit and blood and seed.
I feel each time I reclaim you that you deceive yourself as well as me. Do not continue to convince yourself that the strongest is too strong for you. As I thrust into and pry you open anew, I feel you yield to my crimson heat. I feel you respond when I devour you with my need, taste your life's essence, and bring you a bright, sharp moment of unwilling ecstasy. Come to me, Kagome, come. And reek no more of love.
The sound of your voice begging: if it lingers in my ears it's only because I let it.
The golden-eyed one inside me is buried now. Not dead, but plunged deep and unable to rise. I like him there, cold and still inside me, helping me feel how warm and alive I am. I live because he is submerged. Each heartbeat strengthens me, and the more I feel your resentful, longing gaze upon me, the more I swell with power.
You want him back so badly, your tamed hanyou, and I can only scoff. Why, foolish and shortlived girl? You have always rejected me, used whatever means necessary to keep me submerged and give the lesser spirit ascendance. Your pitiful protector: strong but not strong enough to threaten you, not from the day you removed the arrow from our chest. When you removed the first miko's spell, you cast your own.
Rejected too is the weakest within us, the black-haired one whose nose would not even know you in the darkness. The dull-eyed one, he is unworthy of this thing you call love, though you are gracious enough to give him your pity. He prefers hiding within, deep within, lest he be revealed. And now that I have ascended, breathed the air of the living for a full moon's time, I grow increasingly confident I can keep him safe, and the golden-eyed fool imprisoned. It all sits so well with me.
Not so you, pretty miko, cowering in the cave where I now must keep you bound so you do not summon your friends once again. Oh, your well-meaning comrades who only wish the best for me. No, not me. Him. The pretty puppy who can be subjugated, tamed to your will and your whore's cunt. Your so-called love.
Shall we tally that love, Kagome? Shall we truly assess its worth? Not with word but with deed. With fang and claw, with spit and blood and seed.
I feel each time I reclaim you that you deceive yourself as well as me. Do not continue to convince yourself that the strongest is too strong for you. As I thrust into and pry you open anew, I feel you yield to my crimson heat. I feel you respond when I devour you with my need, taste your life's essence, and bring you a bright, sharp moment of unwilling ecstasy. Come to me, Kagome, come. And reek no more of love.