Come to me
King of ghouls
My consort
My cruelest beauty
His is the hand that wounds
His is the deep salt sea
The beasts say "Ahhh"
The laughing one goes "Haaa"
Will you offer me your hunger?
Will you drip your flesh into my center?
Will the hunger strike you as you do so?
And will you offer it to me?
Come to me
King of ghouls
My consort
Rotting...rotting...
Sweetly smelling...
Cruelest beauty
Follow....
my flesh gripped in his hand
tight around my throat
no sound can escape my open mouth
his eyes look into mine with a dangerous gleam
bits of white dance in front of my own eyes
but I stay focused on him
he brings a hand down my body
slips his fingers inside
grips my throat harder
I open my mouth wider
I feel blood pumping through my entire body
as well as his fingers going deeper still
a tear streams down from my eye
he laughs softly
he loosens his grip around my neck
kisses me hard and sensual on the mouth
i gasp for air
he comes back into focus
the white stars dance away
he moves his fingers from inside me to the tear on my cheek
touches it to his lips
and smiles very slightly
a cruel smile
and so beautiful
He is the cruelest beauty.
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