Battle

The rush blade and steal collide in the night, as the men fight for the right to be Master of what they believe right. The slash of flesh forcing screams of pain as belly is splayed open to the dirt below feet. Dancing and around the shields of one another, Hacking, and slashing. The clang, and echoed thumps of metal and heartbeat fill the ear. Roaring crowd blood lusting to for the fall of a titan. Who shall stand before the fallen. Who shall fall and bleed his life for the glory that is the dream of the gods. The dirt is self chokes with flowing life force of the tangled beasts. The sing of the sword, the gore of life spilling before hunger ravaged eyes. Woman expose the sites of the prize to whom ever wins the dance of death. Juice of pussy, cunt, and even cock flow forth upon the ragged stenched ripped body's of battle. Fuck to who go the spoils of victory. SILENCE.

The body lay, chest open, heart slowing, Soul leaving to be part of the next world. The one, stands over the dieing speaking words of love of battle, and the gift of a new world. "Brother, I see you life fade before me, and raise you up to be a new titan in it self." Hell fire sword splits heart in two, only to find it self together again in the world of the dead, where the loss of love is still found, and new love is gained anew.

The Little Death

Cut, slice, cut cut slice! The knife moveing swiftly, flesh splitting and splattering crimson against the wall. Fucking and delving deep into the mind of unknown lustfilled nightmared dreams. The song of the blade screams through the air and biteing into her white pail skin. Ohh the orgasimic sounds that her mouth spits into his face. Words of pain and pleasure mix as her cunt flexing its velvit walls around cock. Fuck deep, fuck hard, Scream into the face of wrong and right. Make the hevens above weep and rain its saroow apon us. Never again will the demons have the power they once did over her mind, body and soul. Writheing bloody bodys slam and fuck, and buck. Need and lust consume the damned who laugh at what is happen to them. Lost in the waters gush from her dripping sex. Her womb fills with the seed of the one who shall never be her demon. Life shatters, Walls crumble and crash to the naked earth. Flesh ripples and bleeds mixing with cum and thick seed only pushing the souls closer to edge of time. Screams and growls of the beasts within come rageing out. Clawing and ripping at everying they are. Tears of fear well in the eyes of each. Where have they just gone, where is it that they go now. They know not. Knowing only one thing. Darkness now, Sleep, whispers of the names of each other on there sweet sweated lips as if chanting to gods. We three are one, and one is three. The shadow stands in the corner with sharp fanged smile as lust drips down her legs as seeing the lovelys sleep the sleep of The Little Death.

Connected As One

The flesh welting under every slap of the hand. Screams of pained pleasure jolt through the body. Breasts blushing from tool and finger, Nipples screech in hardened rage against the abuse. Pussy dripping down naked thigh and tears roll down slapped cheeks. The cracking of crop flogger assaulting clit and flowering lips. Legs spread wide as body betrays soul. Lustful screaming filling the air, bloody crimson over flowing from sliced belly. Throat held, squeezed and ungiveing of air. The orgasm approaches, body writhes under the pained pleasure. Bucking and humping to the air the hips go, ass lifting to take more. Cunt opening and releasing its gushing flow. The bed soaking under body with cum and sweat. The mind fucking it self from the inside out.

The caress of hand to face, loving whispers in the dark. Body's intertwined and molding to be one. Kissing and heavy breath against red flesh. Protective words, and promises storyed in ear. Exchange of loving embrace and tears of joy over throw feelings of pain and confusion. Never letting go, never lieing and always being connected as one.

Wet Dream

Laying softly on her pillows. The silk of her smooth flesh shines in the dim light of the sun seeping through the window. The midnight ocean of hair flows around her face and neck as if protecting from unseen force that lusts for the crimson inside. A soft moan escapes her gentle lips as she dreams of the one who so many times had caressed her soft flesh and caused it to bump under his touch. Her legs open slowly exposing the flower that drips with morning dew, down the smooth flesh of her thighs. The curve of her hips start to roll as the ghost of her dream kisses and loves the opening lips of her pink passion. Pert nipples raise to the touch of the dream ghost touch. Her tongue licks the sweet sweat forming on her lips. Fingers finding the most intimate places of her naked flesh. Body starts to writhe under the pressure of the ghost lover. Waves of lust and passion riptide through her body. Soft smooth bottom lifting into the air grinding into ghost that fills her with its own thick lust. The Velvet walls of her inner sex quiver and shutter in the moment of the little death. Her eyes open the catch a glimpse of the ghost from her dream. The beast slips back into the unknown world, waiting for the chance to please this living art of sexual power again.

No Death

Looking deep into the yellow eyes of the soft beast befor me. I feel his strength wraped around me like a lustful blanket. The grinding of sweet sweat covered dark flesh. The pounding of hearts in rhythm. Flesh on flesh, lust on lust. Hard passions snakeing there way over and around the bodys of rippleing taut skin. The scent of extacy fill the air, as the bodys writh as if trying to become one. The pools of shreded sheets and clothing lay about in a death. The howls and screams of the beast fill the air, shakeing the very existance of reality. Seed fills tight openings and covers soft muscles. The beasts roll into oblivion as the moment hits and nothing, not even death is a matter of fact.

My Shadow Self

I do not understand why I am the way I am. The demand my flesh has for the sting of whip, or the slice of knife. In my mind I see the shadows that smile the smile of wicked and wanton. They know what it is I feel for the pain that makes me lust for life. The words that spuew from the dripping throats of the shadows drive me to want more. The feel of the blade that cuts so deep, that makes my flesh crawl with spider web pain forces my body to writhe and sing. The Crack of the whip sending bolts of lightning up my spine into my skull. My harden cock red with desire, yet my body shakes in fear. Why do I give myself over to the will of another like this shadow in my head, my soul, my life. It is what I am. The shadow is me. Now all I want is the knife, the knife in my hand, I cut, I slice, I give my self over. It pleases me.

CRACK!!

The straps hold me down. I struggle against them, ripping at my flesh, The crimsom from my rist. Growling as I know the punishment that is to come. The CRACK of the whip slays the skin, stinging more then nervs can ever scream. Laughter fills the room from the shadows behind me. CRACK, the whip rips so deep my soul crys out for mercy. The beast in the darkenss links his yellow eyes into mine. CRACK!! The whip forces my eyes well up unable to stop the onslught of the pleasur that the shadow so enjoys. I try to turn my head to look into the shadows, but the beast claws at my face. Hot bleeding marks are left on my cheeks. I ask why, "why do you do this, I have done nothing". The beast only snarles and whispers. "Because we deem it to be so, it is what we want, and it will aways be as we wish. You are our demon, and our demon we must slay from out flesh". I cry as I know they are right, I am the demon of the flesh. My own lust leaks its potent liquid to the floor, as I feel The last CRACK of the whip. "Thank you, for the punishment of my ways and the ways of my past, My I have another"