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Author: Bitterfig
Title: Rope of Pearls
Fandom: Promethea
Pairing: Stacia/Grace
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 207
Rating: R
Author's Note: Written for femslash_today's Fireworks09 porn battle for the prompt "First".
Rope of Pearls
She cut through all my delusions. That’s what warrior princesses do. They slash and pillage, then have their way with the fair and trembling maidens.
When we merged to form Promethea, Grace became a part of me. She had already lived inside my body, inside my heart and mind. She knew what was me and what was bullshit. None of the lies I usually told would work on her.
When she kissed me that first time I had to admit – to her and to myself – that I liked it, that I wanted it, that I wanted more, that I’d wanted more for a long, long time.
It scared the hell out of me but there was no resisting.
She led, that first night.
She lassoed her long rope of pearls around my neck (my warrior princess) and drew me to her. My body, our body, belonged to her that night. I let her touch me wherever she wanted. I lay down for her. Her bed had a wrought iron headboard, elaborately crafted as the gate of some great manor. I clung to it while her fingers fucked me harder and better than any guy ever had with his dick and I was fair and trembling for her.
Title: Rope of Pearls
Fandom: Promethea
Pairing: Stacia/Grace
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 207
Rating: R
Author's Note: Written for femslash_today's Fireworks09 porn battle for the prompt "First".
She cut through all my delusions. That’s what warrior princesses do. They slash and pillage, then have their way with the fair and trembling maidens.
When we merged to form Promethea, Grace became a part of me. She had already lived inside my body, inside my heart and mind. She knew what was me and what was bullshit. None of the lies I usually told would work on her.
When she kissed me that first time I had to admit – to her and to myself – that I liked it, that I wanted it, that I wanted more, that I’d wanted more for a long, long time.
It scared the hell out of me but there was no resisting.
She led, that first night.
She lassoed her long rope of pearls around my neck (my warrior princess) and drew me to her. My body, our body, belonged to her that night. I let her touch me wherever she wanted. I lay down for her. Her bed had a wrought iron headboard, elaborately crafted as the gate of some great manor. I clung to it while her fingers fucked me harder and better than any guy ever had with his dick and I was fair and trembling for her.