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Delving deeper into Rosenrot	By : Niami Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I lay here, under her bed battling, my morals. I swear I could feel her heat through the down covers, through the mattress. She’s breathing hard. Her parents are settling in. I’m waiting patiently.

Finally all movement has ceased and the lights are off. I’m burning holes in the thick wooden frame. Could she feel me? Can she sense my pain? I’m wondering if she’s even aware of my fate with god.

The moment I locked eyes with her I knew my resolve would break but I went right ahead and courted her. Talking, touching, and preaching like a good cleric. I think I had fallen the day by the river. I had her say the right prayers and dunked her head back into the cooling water to be born again in the eyes of the lord. I bathed her in the spirit with my words, with her words…blessed the water. I’m surprised the water did not just boil and cook us alive. My intent, my heart was not pure any longer.

I had dunked her head and she relaxed into my touch, letting the water swim around her chest and ribs. I had swallowed my words and my reaction. Her thin white gown stuck fast to her breasts, becoming as see-through as a misty window. Her dark nipples hardened with the cool wind. I had closed my eyes and said a silent prayer one last time before my mouth descended onto her moist lips. I was breaking every law of the known world for clergy. I was breaking countless commandments. I was breaking my vow. I couldn’t be called a child of god anymore.

She did not fight, she did not pull away. She closed her beautiful eyes and melted into my arms. The rest of my resolve away and she began to respond. I kissed her slowly; unsure of what was around each corner of this new uncharted territory. Her tongue clicked against my lips and I opened my mouth. I was sucked in. My soul was hers whether she knew or not. I was putty in her hands. Her body became my shrine to worship. Her words became my bible. Her moans wrought more emotion out of me than any hymn of god.

Her moans…

I could sense the shift in the body above me. The frame protested under her meager weight and I gently, reverently lifted one meaty paw to touch the thin board supporting her. I felt the flames well in the pit of my stomach and the monster awoke, pushing against the thin fabric of my pants. My legs shook slightly. I couldn’t take much more waiting. My eyebrows knitted together as my hand found the rigid flesh between my legs. Instead of trying to quell the beast I found myself being drawn into tantalizing thoughts, stroking briefly from root to tip. My movements became excited when the image of her virgin blood floated into minds eye. The warm, red heat of pleasure ran from my stroking hand into my blood stream, making it harder to stop myself, my thoughts.

I felt a whoosh of cold air make contact with my now feverish body. I immediately let go of myself and the warm, pleasured feeling was replaced with cold fear. I shot up so quickly I almost cracked my forehead in two on the bed frame. I searched wildly trying to make out any odd sounds or movement. One dainty foot could be scarcely seen under the bed shirt, then the other. She crept as silent as a mouse to lock the door. My heart started hammering for an entirely different reason. Seconds later she knelt and pushed the bed skirt up. She surprised me. My eyes, hungry as wolves, ate up the sight. She wore nothing but a smile and her nubile body shone like the brilliant moon. Alight even in the darkest places.

She dipped down, arched like a cat, and extended a delicate hand. Her breasts swung and I found myself entranced. The demon that crumbled in the presence of fear drew itself back up and stood out, tenting my trousers again. I could not bring myself to smile as I found that somehow to be the worst offense in front of my lord’s ever watching eyes. I could not show that I enjoyed any of these acts, that I was somehow doing all of this for someone or something else. Like I martyring myself to greater humanity that I could find all of the answers inside her warm, young body, to maybe have my soul redeemed in the future. I was lying to myself, of course. There was no going back; there was no method to purify that which has been so thoroughly drenched in sin.

She somehow grasped my hand and pulled me out from under the bed. The cool air hit my bare limbs hard and a solitary shiver shot into my hair. She hid a giggle behind closed knuckles. I reached a hesitant hand out to stroke a dangling breast. She watched ever so closely as I circled a shaking digit around her dark nipple. It was her turn to let loose a shiver. Goosebumps broke out, like the plague, all over her body. She squirmed when I applied pressure.

A mewling sound escaped her and she shook slightly, like a small kitten. Her braids swung as I moved towards her. I latched my mouth on one of those perfect, chocolate nipples and she gasped, her hands clenching against my skull. My courage grew with every moan and squeak. I needed to ready her, needed to make her wet in order for a smooth trip. That I knew. My breathing became shallow as her tiny hand pawed at the demon inside its cloth prison.

I switched to the other breast, licking, sucking, and nibbling on her luminescent flesh. The moonlight filtered in through the thick curtains and painted one long stripe between our bodies. When I noticed this I stopped, taking in the symbol with guilty eyes. She raked her nails subtly through the short hairs at the base of my neck and I forgot all about the lines I was crossing.

She stood and bent to fix the silk comforter. I don’t recall what came over me as I lunged stealthily, like a cougar, at her moist core. She gave a small cry as I invaded her slick cavern with tongue, lips and teeth. This, I had never before done but she guided me with her moans. She clawed halfheartedly at my skull as I assaulted her from behind. When I fell into a rhythm she spread her smooth legs even though they shook like dried leaves.

I found her precious nub and bathed it in my saliva, my tongue tracing unidentifiable patterns upon it. She abandoned my head and her hands clutched at the wooden bed frame. Her knees buckled as my tongue gained moment and my fingers joined the battle, her muscles fluttering like a frightened butterfly. One finger was already drenched to the knuckle with her silvery white juices. Another finger dove into the impossibly tight cavern woven out of muscle and skin. She bit her arm to keep from awaking her parents but I knew by the intensity of her whimpers she was losing it. Urgency washed over me and I attacked her clit once again, this time with the intent to drive her over the edge. She rode my fingers, ground her clit into my tongue and tried to squeeze my shoulders with her thighs like an anxious python.

One of her feet had found its way to my chest and I was suddenly thrown backwards. She panted and collapsed on the bed, legs spread wide for me to see her dripping wares. I licked my lips, savoring her sweet essence.

“Come to me…” Her voice was thick with sex. She pulled at her braids, the hair unraveling with little instruction. I loosened my pants with such speed I barely stayed standing. They were kicked away in seconds and her hungry eyes surveyed my hard, thick cock with a devious look in her eye. She spread her legs further and opened her arms. “Come…”

I crawled upon her burning body and buried my face in her hair. She smelled like roses and sin. Her fingers crept onto my ass and pulled, urging me onto my forearms. I complied quickly and she lined my cock up with her taut hole. A thousand emotions ran across my face as I fought to keep my intrusion slow and steady. The muscles underneath her warm hands twitched and moved but she kept urging me faster. With one more pull of her insistent hands my resolve gave way, I plowed into her so hard the breath caught in her throat. My eyes shot upwards. I was buried to the hilt in hot, willing flesh.

She whimpered at my size but wiggled around to get comfortable. I only had passing sense of guilt. She gave a small moan and bit my neck. I started moving as slow as possible. Her nubile limbs wrapped around me and I thrust again. Her whimpers increased steadily. She clung to me like I was her life boat on the endless cruel sea. Every muscle in my body was responding, shifting and churning, trying to wring every last bit of pleasure from her body. I threw myself into her soft hips, my toes digging into the silky covers bunched at the bottom of her bed.

We preformed all of this without making a solitary alarming noise.

She unleashed a moist hiss into my ear and her voice cracked and spiraled into nothing but desperate mewls. Her sharp claws dug trenches into my sweaty back as I thrust deeply into her. My spine was curling, my toes becoming numb, and my teeth grinding like flat stones. I wanted to howl, I wanted to share my passion as it became too much. I pounded into her like the rain battering the roof of her great home. My feet found the frame and I struggled to keep my eyes on her twisting face. Fire was raging inside of my veins like hell itself had taken up residence inside of my heart.

Her internal muscles began to clench like a fist around my swollen manhood. Sparks danced through my eyes but I could not get a firm grasp on the edge to throw myself over. I concentrated on her pleasure. I twisted her hip with a powerful hand and swung my whole weight into her body so hard she jerked, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She spiraled away, throat readying a scream. I latched my mouth onto her soft lips and swallowed the scream, extinguished passion’s fire with my tongue. She floated down from heaven, from the great moon, like a feather. She gave a quake every once in a while that shot straight out of her moist core into my cock, lighting my nerves on fire. She glowed like an angel, her brown eyes so smooth they were almost melting out of their sockets.

Her long fingers wiped the sweat from my brow and she knew. My body was wound tightly like a spring, ready to be unleashed skyward. She kissed my eyes, my lips and traveled her way to my ear. She nibbled at the lobe like a mouse at a trap. Her hands once again pulled at my backside, spreading my cheeks wide, urging me to finish the race. I whimpered, erratically jerking into her now slick glove. The whimpers I heard could not have been mine as they were so desperate they scared me. I was pistoning into her with all my power, my desperation coming to one hot, scaring bolt of lightening.

“Let go, Engel…” I exploded. I buried myself to the hilt in between her hot thighs and rode the waves of white hot seed that issued into her warmth. She gasped as I bit her where neck meets shoulder to keep from crying out holy words. She just continued to stroke me through orgasm with her internal muscles. Calm, cool air rolled over our sweat slicked bodies and I relaxed, spent. A tear rolled down the corner of my eye. I could hear angels weeping for my soul, ripping a solitary feather from a pinnate wing for every lost soul.
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