Priscilla

S5 ⭑ Episode Five

*Instrumental*
♪ Ethereal • Akshara
Beautiful song. Beautiful artist. I recommend.
The star is shaded because there is sex,
but not much specific detail of it.

MY SERIAL KILLER

In the dead of night in the manor, silence has a sound. Just my breathing can cut through it. The weight of such perilous consequences on my chest over something so natural, something as small and insignificant as a sigh, makes my whole body palpitate with fear and adrenaline. My every nerve is raw. My fingers twitch. My heart is pounding.

But Halen is worth every rise of bile in my throat.

We met at two. The second we saw each other, we were magnetized. The both of us practically ran across the room.

We couldn't wait to hold each other without someone watching, and it escalated quickly to the feelings we've been stowing away for too long.

Halen pulled up my nightgown and laid me down onto the hard, cold wood of the dining room table like a meal to feast on.

Pulling out a chair, he sat, and pulled down my underwear, pushing back my thighs to lap and suck at my raw nerves. He covered my mouth to silence any possible plead and whine and cry for him and with good reason. I've never felt so fervent, so needy.

His touch, his hug, his kiss, his hot tongue relieving the ache between my thighs, it feels like finally stepping indoors after days of walking through a thick snowstorm. It's finding shelter and sinking into a steaming bath to melt the ice off of my purple fingertips. It's life coming back to me.

It's pitch black. The air is so tight around us, so risky and tense.

There's something so intimate about only being able to communicate through the movements of our bodies, and if there's one thing that Halen has proved to me tonight, it's how much he misses and cares for me.

I can feel it in every grope, every deep kiss, every bite, and every pause he has to take to catch his breath as quietly and composedly as possible. His wet mouth drips. He drools, uncontained. The air that he expels from his lips is shaky. I feel him say 'I need you so much' with his teeth when he bites and scrapes them into my inner thigh. Then he's back, proving it to me, and making me come.

I have to hold my breath the whole way through. The frustration boiling in my belly from not being able to let anything free, it hurts. But the pleasure is immeasurable. All this distance has made it so painful to be without him and now that I have him, I never want to stop.

Even in the comedown, when my sensitivity is at its' highest, I can't stand not feeling him on me. It takes everything I have when I stand not to shove him down onto the table in my place. I have to toe the line. Be careful and yet still be fulfilling of my desires, because if one thing is certain, I can't ignore them. It's ironic, they scream, even in the silence.