The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
Owned
Methos/Kronos
Hair in your eyes as you pump inside of me, holding a knife against my throat, growling obscenities. You moan constantly now, your cock filling me. Slaves stand around the tent, I feel them, I can almost hear them, and I know they can hear my screams.
You're mine. They'll never know. I'm not sure our brothers will ever
know, but you do know, and it makes you drive harder, makes you hurt me
even more. I come, whispering your name, not screaming it out, and a moment
later your blade is deep in my heart. My last dying gasp is a laugh. You
will always be mine.
Info:
hair in your eyes
as you pump inside of me
you're mine