Works of Art

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"Will you draw me again princess?" Jin asks me again as I stand from the messed up bed

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"Will you draw me again princess?" Jin asks me again as I stand from the messed up bed .

My body aching from the night before. The cold air bit at my bare skin hardening my sore nipples. His lips bruise my skin in places only we can see. I wear our dark secrets under my clothes. We share our darkest desires with each other.

"Princess? Paint me please. I love watching you paint curve after curve of my body onto a white canvas." He sits up letting the sheets roll off his chest exposing the deep red claw marks on his chest, and I would imagine back.

"My Dark Prince I must leave my husband will start to wonder where I have gone so late in the night, and to not be by his side by morning? That's just crazy talk." I said while walking to the mirror that hung crookedly on the wall.

"Princess, stay with me one day. Play with me and let my heart grow around you. What harm can just one day cause? Stay with me, play with me, paint me?" He stood from the bed in his naked glory while taking long strides to where I stood.

I stood in the mirror and watched him in it. I watched his arms snake around my small torso engulfing me into his wide chest, easily taking me in and breathing in my scent. The scent made by our sweat and tears.

"You want me to paint you?" I asked while meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"Yes Darling, Paint me again and again. I want to see me through your eyes." He turned me with joy glittering in his eyes.

I looked into his large eyes and placed my lips onto his plump ones. I let myself fall into him. I let myself be persuaded by his voice, his touch, and his scent. I let my fingers roam his naked body until I reached his neck.

I let a finger lightly graze the collar around his soft neck.

He's mine.

He's my pet.

"Princess.. Mmm... let's play." He said in between breathes.

"My dark prince." I fully separated from him and placed a hand in his hair letting my fingers run through easily.

I watched him for a second his eyes twinkle in the morning sun light leaking through the large windows surrounding us. Before I knew what I was doing I tugged at the ends of his hair that sat at the root of his neck before coming to his ear and softly whispering two words.

"Control... me..."

And with those words hanging in the air I undid his collar and placed them in his hands lightly. He then turned up to me wide eyes and as if asking me with his eyes if it was ok, I slowly bent down on my hands and knees and then looked up at him waiting for him to take me... as his pet.

His long slender fingers wrapped around my neck and my heart began to race. I felt him expertly facen the fabric around my neck and at that moment I was his pet.

"Princess... You're gonna play with your dark prince right? You're gonna be a good girl for your dark prince correct." He kneeled to the floor and looked me straight in the eye.

I nodded my head in agreement before losing sight of his eyes and instead coming face to face with his dick. I opened my mouth ready to take him in only to feel a slap on my bum.

"No princess, not yet. You can't taste your dark prince yet." He mocked in a slow voice.

I let out a soft whimper before getting another firm palm land on my once white bum.

"Zelda my princess, mouth closed till I tell you." He instructed and I followed suit.

He then stood straight up again and pressed his hardening member onto my plump lips. I closed my eyes and felt the tip of his head. I kissed it softly and that seemed to be ok because he didn't stop me, but moaned in acceptance when I did it again and again. I placed my lips on the tip of his head.

To where it meets the rest.

To the base.

To where his base meets his person.

To the bag holding his balls.

"Suck it Princess. I want to feel you slowly take me in." He says already harder and ready to fuck me senseless.

I listened to him and slowly took him in, starting from the head moving my way down till his hair tickled my nose. I held him there for a second before feeling my gag reflexes come to play forcing me to release him.

"Ugh fuck Princess." He moaned before grabbing a handful of my hair.

I smiled with him still in my mouth before going back down. I did this until I could feel him coming close to our end goal. He pulls me away from him in one swift tug at my hair. He pulls me up from my knees and looks at me, a mixture of drool and spit dripping down my chin.

"Princess you look so beautiful." He says before sucking on my chin then placing his lips onto mine.

The taste of him continues to fill every wrong hole in my body. My hands find his body and all I crave is him, and the taste of his body. I want him inside if me now. I want him to fuck me now. Then as if he can hear my thoughts he grabs me by the waist carried me to the wall and pushes me up allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I arms are firmly on his shoulders and his hands on my cheeks holding me up and spreading me open. He prepares himself to plunge into me.

"Princess tell me you love me... tell me you'll leave him for me. Maybe I, I can't touch the sky Still, I want to stretch my hand out I want to run, Just a bit more, Let's run away together." He says in a soft pleading whisper, and I can only let out a node before feeling him start to lower my body onto him.

I could feel my body stretch around him, trying to get familiar to him. I bite into his shoulder holding back a moan. My nails sunk

into his perfect skin. In one move he was all the way in me, and I was lost on him. I could feel him slowly move within me, but only bliss came to mind. I could hear a voice moaning, panting, and screaming, but was it me? Do I sound like that?

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"What's wrong with him?" The woman in the long blue dress asked her long time friend.

"He's lost his love a long time ago." Her friend answered.

"May I ask how?" The woman in a blue dress asked.

"He fell in love with an artist whose soul was owned by another man." Was all her friend said.

"He looks so broken. Surrounded by paintings of himself." The woman in the blue dress said in a sad tone.

"She made them. She made every single one for him..."

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