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said_scarlett) wrote2006-06-30 11:52 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2006-06-30 11:52 pm
Kimbley/Lust - Bed of Bones - NC-17
Title: Bed of Bones
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theladyfeylene
Genre: Dark
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kimbley/Lust
Spoilers: Full Series Spoilers
Word Count: 2438
Warnings: Object insertion, morbid content, rough sex.
Author's notes: This is AU, with the idea that after Kimbley sold out to the Military, he went looking for a better deal.
Summary: For a man who didn't wish to be owned, Lust thought that the Crimson Alchemist had made a rather poor choice in alliances.
So that was it. Lust pursed her lips and looked down at the rather ordinary bones that lay upon the table. This place bothered her, made her skin crawl, but she still wanted to see. Gluttony trembled in the corner, the transmutation circles in this place making him uneasy as well. Lust didn’t blame him. She reached out and ran a gloved finger over one curved, bleached bone. This would be the end of Greed.
It was a strange thing to think on, the death of a homunculus. Immortality was simply something Lust took for granted. And yet, here in her hand, was its end.
“You like dead things?”
Lust turned, the bone in her hand clattering against the others as it fell. But it wasn’t her master, as she had initially feared, only the turn coat alchemist who had given them the means to destroy Greed.
“Some dead things,” Lust replied, evenly. This alchemist reminded her some of Envy, and the connotation was not a pleasant one. His eyes were like a lizard’s - intelligent and watchful, but cold and flat.
“Your master was pretty eager to get her hands on that skull. Guess she wanted to complete the collection.”
Lust simply nodded. She didn’t care what this alchemist thought of anything, really. He was nothing but a deranged killer who was currently useful. Nothing more. Didn’t he have something to do, now that he’d handed over Greed’s life?
“I got a pretty good deal,” he went on, his hands in his pockets as he strolled casually across the room to where she stood. “Your master even said I could have a little bonus, if I wanted. Told me to look around, see what I liked.”
“Then I suggest you turn your attentions to the library,” Lust responded, coldly. She didn’t enjoy the way he was looking at her. She was no fool, and even in reptilian eyes she could recognize the heat of hunger.
“I don’t think I’ll find anything to my tastes in the library.” He was right before her now, hands still in his pockets, his lips curled up in a filthy grin. “I’m a man of simple but particular tastes, you see.”
She wanted to stab him. She could, too. He wouldn’t know what had happened until he was already dead. But her damn master would frown upon it, and Lust was in no desire to incur the woman’s wrath. Not now.
“I see,” she said, instead. Her eyes flicked to the corner, where Gluttony sat, mewling and whimpering. “Gluttony, leave us.”
“But Lust…”
“Leave us.” She kept her eyes on her rotund companion, rather than on Kimbley. He made her skin crawl almost as much as the alchemical arrays did. Gluttony whine and pulled himself to his feet, shooting her a wounded look as he shambled out of the room. He’d be fine when she joined him.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” Kimbley said, and Lust was forced to look at him once more. He made no move to hide the way his eyes moved over her figure, taking in each curve of her body.
“So it does.”
He was quick, for a human. His hand was in his pocket one moment and around her wrist another. She gasped in surprise, not used to being manhandled in such a way. His other hand found the swell of her buttocks as he pulled her against him, squeezing her flesh firmly. Already she could feel the hard insistence of his erection. It pressed against her hip, and he rubbed it against her as though he were sneaking a thrill.
His hands on her were rough. His fingers were wrapped tightly around her wrist, his hand on her backside gripped and fondled so that her dress was pulled upwards, bunched in his hand. He didn’t kiss her as she’d expected, rather tilted his head back as he pressed himself against her. She made no move to pull away but made no move to do anything else, either. If he wished to spend himself rubbing against her like a rutting dog, so be it.
She supposed that at least he was attractive. It was a rare thing that Lust indulged in sexual congress for anything other than her master’s whims. And even this, in a way, was still the whim of that woman. It was beginning to rankle Lust some, this free trade of her body.
“How about a kiss? It‘s been a long time since I had a kiss from a woman.”
“I thought Greed surrounded himself with women.”
“Greed doesn’t like to share.”
Wonderful. Kimbley was verbal. Lust tipped her head up to him, parting her lips for his descending kiss. It was as rough as his hands - hungry and demanding. Her wrist was released, but soon she found a hand painfully tangled in her hair. Her skirt was pulled up above her knees now, great handfuls of it grabbed and twisted to expose more of her flesh.
His lips were thin. Lust closed her eyes as he kissed her, his mouth crushed savagely against her own. She felt the hem of her skirt raise over the swell of her backside, and then he was palming her bare flesh. His fingers dug painfully into her, lifting her against him. God, but his hands were quick. The one in her hair dropped to her breast, giving it the same treatment as her bruised buttocks. Her dress was pulled down, her breasts spilled out and he drew back to get a look at her.
“Very nice.” Kimbley squeezed one bare breast as he leered down at her, his fingers tightening about her nipple. She moaned softly, pretending as though she enjoyed it. His fingers tightened painfully, as though he wanted to hear her cry out in distress rather than pleasure. She couldn’t say that she was surprised, really. She whimpered, then, to please him. She was good at pleasing men.
Kimbley grinned, cruel and sadistic. She had slept with cruel men before, men who didn’t care if they killed or hurt humans. But this man cared very much. He enjoyed causing pain. She knew what he had done in Ishbal. God, but he left a foul taste in her mouth. He grabbed her roughly about the shoulders, smirking at her. Did he enjoy playing the master to her?
“Let’s see if you’re this pretty on your knees.”
Lust sank down to the floor gracefully, undoing Kimbley’s trousers without a word. She grasped his erection, her eyes narrowed. She could kill this man so easily, but he was her master’s newest toy. She ran her fingers along the length of his cock, his hand wrapped once more in her thick hair. She felt her head wrenched back, her throat opened and exposed, her back arched to lift her breasts upwards. Kimbley slapped away her hand, her hair held in a vice-grip. She could break away, she knew she could. But only in the physical sense. There would be hell to pay if she didn’t give this man what he wanted.
“Much better,” Kimbley muttered, and he held his own cock in hand and rubbed the tip of it over her breasts. Lust closed her eyes, straining away from his touch involuntarily. He slid his cock between her breasts, slick flesh brushing against slick flesh. She didn’t enjoy feeling as though she had so little control. Twisting her head, Lust pulled out of his grip and lowered her head, taking the tip of his cock between her lips. She could bite it off, if she so desired. Only fear of her master kept her from doing just that. But she did close her teeth around his skin, lightly, as though in warning. He thrust into her mouth, jerking his hips forward and burying himself between her lips. Lust scraped her teeth along his length, scraping the skin.
“Did I tell you to use your teeth?” Kimbley snapped, grabbing her hair once more. Lust ran her tongue along the red flesh she had just aggravated, as though to soothe. But once more she ran her teeth along him, ignoring his displeased noises. Couldn’t her master find a new alchemist pet?
“Get up.” Damn. Kimbley pulled her away before she could give in to her impulses to bite. She was hauled to her feet, allowing it because she supposed once this was over with she could go back to her solitude. She was turned, facing the table where Greed’s bones lay.
“Bend over,” Kimbley instructed, grabbing her hips and pulling her back towards him. Lust did as instructed, stretching out and placing her hands on the table for balance. God, but it was morbid. Kimbley’s hands ran along her back, over her buttocks, down between her legs. She whimpered involuntarily as his fingers stroked her, arousing her. He leaned over her back, and his cock pressed against her and she moved against it. Now that he was pleasuring her she didn’t mind things so much. He nipped at her neck and she arched into him, enjoying the sensation of teeth in her skin. His hands want around her and Lust heard a snapping sound. She opened her eyes, and saw in Kimbley’s hand a broken rib bone. Did he hate Greed that much?
“I hear you killed off a couple of Greed’s little pets,” Kimbley said, oddly casual considering the fact that his bare cock was pressed against the inside of her thigh.
“I did,” she admitted, shivering as she felt the smooth ridge of bone glide over her back.
“I couldn’t stand those bastards,” Kimbley went on, running the edge of the bone along Lust’s shoulder blades. “Can’t stand Greed, either. Thought he could own me. I take it you’re not a big fan?”
“I hardly even know him,” Lust admitted. Why did the man wish to converse in the middle of this? And if he was averse to being ’owned’, as he put it, what was he doing selling himself to Dante.
“Oh yeah?” The bone hooked in her dress for a moment before moving down, tracing against the round of her buttocks.
“He’s a threat… to my master…” Lust gasped as she felt the bone move further down, to where Kimbley’s fingers had moments before been teasing her. Greed’s bone. She closed her eyes once more, her body tense as the smooth edge of the bone caressed her slick skin. It was worn from age and she felt herself growing more aroused. She wasn’t so foolish as to wonder what Kimbley planned to do with it.
“Not for much longer,” Kimbley promised, working the smooth tip of the bone inside of her. Lust tossed her head as he plunged it into her, wincing some at the awkward shape. Kimbley gripped her hip, pulling her backwards, and she felt his fist against her skin. He knew he couldn’t permanently damage her. She glanced over her shoulder. He was watching her with a manic light in his eyes, watching as he took her with the bone.
Did she feel any guilt, bent over the table over Greed’s skeleton, a piece of it thrusting inside of her? She couldn’t say that she did. But what had Greed done to Kimbley, to arouse such hate in him? To drive Kimbley to such acts of desecration, ones which most normal humans would recoil from in horror?
She supposed she couldn’t care, and as Kimbley reached to grasp her breast and twisted the bone she found that she really didn’t any longer. She moaned, then, a mix of pleasure and sweet pain as he pulled her further backwards, his hand tight against her breast.
He withdrew the bone from her, tossed it back with the others and gripped her hips and she felt him against her now. He drove into her in one hard thrust, rocking her against the table.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hands tight around her hips. He took her hard and fast, her hands gripping the edges of the table, her swaying breasts brushing against the white shrapnel of Greed’s remains. Perhaps Kimbley was a twisted killer, and perhaps he was foolish enough to think he held some dominion over her, but he felt good inside of her and she thrust back against him. It was a wild, hectic rhythm, and the table rocked and the bones clattered and Kimbley cursed as he came, his fingers digging into her white flesh and turning it crimson from pressure.
Lust collapsed upon the table, ignoring the sharp pain of bone that bit into her. Kimbley slapped her on the rump, pulling out of her and away. Lust sighed and stretched, the soreness within her already fading. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad, having Kimbley about. As long as he could be trained. He was not her master, and would not act as though he was.
“Well, I see you’ve met our Lust.”
Lust jerked her head to the side, eyes narrowing as her master herself spoke. How long had the woman been standing there? Lust stood and adjusted her dress, pulling it down over her hips and up over her breasts. Dante’s withered hands held the skull, the very thing which had brought Kimbley to them.
Kimbley seemed unbothered, doing up his trousers with a smirk.
“I have,” Kimbley said, tossing his ponytail over his shoulder casually. “And I think me and her are gonna get along just fine.”
Until I grow tired of your little mind games and bite your cock off. But Lust kept her features smooth, not allowing any hint of her thoughts to escape to her expression.
“Very good,” Dante said, moving across the room to place he skull with the other remains. “Ah, perfect.”
How easily and gleefully they orchestrated Greed’s demise. Sometimes, Lust had to admit, her master frightened her. She wanted to be away from both of them. She wanted to bathe, to wipe away the lingering traces of Kimbley on her skin.
“If you’ll excuse me, I need tend to Gluttony.” Lust dipped her head to her master and bit her tongue as Kimbley swatted her buttocks once more. She’d tolerate the man for now - she’d had worse lovers, and he could be trained - but one of these days she would find a way to cease being Dante’s whore and have her own lover. For no reason other than to have him, instead of manipulating him for her master or being offered as a business perk.
One of these days. But for now, Lust resigned herself to Kimbley’s attentions.
Author:
theladyfeyleneGenre: Dark
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kimbley/Lust
Spoilers: Full Series Spoilers
Word Count: 2438
Warnings: Object insertion, morbid content, rough sex.
Author's notes: This is AU, with the idea that after Kimbley sold out to the Military, he went looking for a better deal.
Summary: For a man who didn't wish to be owned, Lust thought that the Crimson Alchemist had made a rather poor choice in alliances.
So that was it. Lust pursed her lips and looked down at the rather ordinary bones that lay upon the table. This place bothered her, made her skin crawl, but she still wanted to see. Gluttony trembled in the corner, the transmutation circles in this place making him uneasy as well. Lust didn’t blame him. She reached out and ran a gloved finger over one curved, bleached bone. This would be the end of Greed.
It was a strange thing to think on, the death of a homunculus. Immortality was simply something Lust took for granted. And yet, here in her hand, was its end.
“You like dead things?”
Lust turned, the bone in her hand clattering against the others as it fell. But it wasn’t her master, as she had initially feared, only the turn coat alchemist who had given them the means to destroy Greed.
“Some dead things,” Lust replied, evenly. This alchemist reminded her some of Envy, and the connotation was not a pleasant one. His eyes were like a lizard’s - intelligent and watchful, but cold and flat.
“Your master was pretty eager to get her hands on that skull. Guess she wanted to complete the collection.”
Lust simply nodded. She didn’t care what this alchemist thought of anything, really. He was nothing but a deranged killer who was currently useful. Nothing more. Didn’t he have something to do, now that he’d handed over Greed’s life?
“I got a pretty good deal,” he went on, his hands in his pockets as he strolled casually across the room to where she stood. “Your master even said I could have a little bonus, if I wanted. Told me to look around, see what I liked.”
“Then I suggest you turn your attentions to the library,” Lust responded, coldly. She didn’t enjoy the way he was looking at her. She was no fool, and even in reptilian eyes she could recognize the heat of hunger.
“I don’t think I’ll find anything to my tastes in the library.” He was right before her now, hands still in his pockets, his lips curled up in a filthy grin. “I’m a man of simple but particular tastes, you see.”
She wanted to stab him. She could, too. He wouldn’t know what had happened until he was already dead. But her damn master would frown upon it, and Lust was in no desire to incur the woman’s wrath. Not now.
“I see,” she said, instead. Her eyes flicked to the corner, where Gluttony sat, mewling and whimpering. “Gluttony, leave us.”
“But Lust…”
“Leave us.” She kept her eyes on her rotund companion, rather than on Kimbley. He made her skin crawl almost as much as the alchemical arrays did. Gluttony whine and pulled himself to his feet, shooting her a wounded look as he shambled out of the room. He’d be fine when she joined him.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” Kimbley said, and Lust was forced to look at him once more. He made no move to hide the way his eyes moved over her figure, taking in each curve of her body.
“So it does.”
He was quick, for a human. His hand was in his pocket one moment and around her wrist another. She gasped in surprise, not used to being manhandled in such a way. His other hand found the swell of her buttocks as he pulled her against him, squeezing her flesh firmly. Already she could feel the hard insistence of his erection. It pressed against her hip, and he rubbed it against her as though he were sneaking a thrill.
His hands on her were rough. His fingers were wrapped tightly around her wrist, his hand on her backside gripped and fondled so that her dress was pulled upwards, bunched in his hand. He didn’t kiss her as she’d expected, rather tilted his head back as he pressed himself against her. She made no move to pull away but made no move to do anything else, either. If he wished to spend himself rubbing against her like a rutting dog, so be it.
She supposed that at least he was attractive. It was a rare thing that Lust indulged in sexual congress for anything other than her master’s whims. And even this, in a way, was still the whim of that woman. It was beginning to rankle Lust some, this free trade of her body.
“How about a kiss? It‘s been a long time since I had a kiss from a woman.”
“I thought Greed surrounded himself with women.”
“Greed doesn’t like to share.”
Wonderful. Kimbley was verbal. Lust tipped her head up to him, parting her lips for his descending kiss. It was as rough as his hands - hungry and demanding. Her wrist was released, but soon she found a hand painfully tangled in her hair. Her skirt was pulled up above her knees now, great handfuls of it grabbed and twisted to expose more of her flesh.
His lips were thin. Lust closed her eyes as he kissed her, his mouth crushed savagely against her own. She felt the hem of her skirt raise over the swell of her backside, and then he was palming her bare flesh. His fingers dug painfully into her, lifting her against him. God, but his hands were quick. The one in her hair dropped to her breast, giving it the same treatment as her bruised buttocks. Her dress was pulled down, her breasts spilled out and he drew back to get a look at her.
“Very nice.” Kimbley squeezed one bare breast as he leered down at her, his fingers tightening about her nipple. She moaned softly, pretending as though she enjoyed it. His fingers tightened painfully, as though he wanted to hear her cry out in distress rather than pleasure. She couldn’t say that she was surprised, really. She whimpered, then, to please him. She was good at pleasing men.
Kimbley grinned, cruel and sadistic. She had slept with cruel men before, men who didn’t care if they killed or hurt humans. But this man cared very much. He enjoyed causing pain. She knew what he had done in Ishbal. God, but he left a foul taste in her mouth. He grabbed her roughly about the shoulders, smirking at her. Did he enjoy playing the master to her?
“Let’s see if you’re this pretty on your knees.”
Lust sank down to the floor gracefully, undoing Kimbley’s trousers without a word. She grasped his erection, her eyes narrowed. She could kill this man so easily, but he was her master’s newest toy. She ran her fingers along the length of his cock, his hand wrapped once more in her thick hair. She felt her head wrenched back, her throat opened and exposed, her back arched to lift her breasts upwards. Kimbley slapped away her hand, her hair held in a vice-grip. She could break away, she knew she could. But only in the physical sense. There would be hell to pay if she didn’t give this man what he wanted.
“Much better,” Kimbley muttered, and he held his own cock in hand and rubbed the tip of it over her breasts. Lust closed her eyes, straining away from his touch involuntarily. He slid his cock between her breasts, slick flesh brushing against slick flesh. She didn’t enjoy feeling as though she had so little control. Twisting her head, Lust pulled out of his grip and lowered her head, taking the tip of his cock between her lips. She could bite it off, if she so desired. Only fear of her master kept her from doing just that. But she did close her teeth around his skin, lightly, as though in warning. He thrust into her mouth, jerking his hips forward and burying himself between her lips. Lust scraped her teeth along his length, scraping the skin.
“Did I tell you to use your teeth?” Kimbley snapped, grabbing her hair once more. Lust ran her tongue along the red flesh she had just aggravated, as though to soothe. But once more she ran her teeth along him, ignoring his displeased noises. Couldn’t her master find a new alchemist pet?
“Get up.” Damn. Kimbley pulled her away before she could give in to her impulses to bite. She was hauled to her feet, allowing it because she supposed once this was over with she could go back to her solitude. She was turned, facing the table where Greed’s bones lay.
“Bend over,” Kimbley instructed, grabbing her hips and pulling her back towards him. Lust did as instructed, stretching out and placing her hands on the table for balance. God, but it was morbid. Kimbley’s hands ran along her back, over her buttocks, down between her legs. She whimpered involuntarily as his fingers stroked her, arousing her. He leaned over her back, and his cock pressed against her and she moved against it. Now that he was pleasuring her she didn’t mind things so much. He nipped at her neck and she arched into him, enjoying the sensation of teeth in her skin. His hands want around her and Lust heard a snapping sound. She opened her eyes, and saw in Kimbley’s hand a broken rib bone. Did he hate Greed that much?
“I hear you killed off a couple of Greed’s little pets,” Kimbley said, oddly casual considering the fact that his bare cock was pressed against the inside of her thigh.
“I did,” she admitted, shivering as she felt the smooth ridge of bone glide over her back.
“I couldn’t stand those bastards,” Kimbley went on, running the edge of the bone along Lust’s shoulder blades. “Can’t stand Greed, either. Thought he could own me. I take it you’re not a big fan?”
“I hardly even know him,” Lust admitted. Why did the man wish to converse in the middle of this? And if he was averse to being ’owned’, as he put it, what was he doing selling himself to Dante.
“Oh yeah?” The bone hooked in her dress for a moment before moving down, tracing against the round of her buttocks.
“He’s a threat… to my master…” Lust gasped as she felt the bone move further down, to where Kimbley’s fingers had moments before been teasing her. Greed’s bone. She closed her eyes once more, her body tense as the smooth edge of the bone caressed her slick skin. It was worn from age and she felt herself growing more aroused. She wasn’t so foolish as to wonder what Kimbley planned to do with it.
“Not for much longer,” Kimbley promised, working the smooth tip of the bone inside of her. Lust tossed her head as he plunged it into her, wincing some at the awkward shape. Kimbley gripped her hip, pulling her backwards, and she felt his fist against her skin. He knew he couldn’t permanently damage her. She glanced over her shoulder. He was watching her with a manic light in his eyes, watching as he took her with the bone.
Did she feel any guilt, bent over the table over Greed’s skeleton, a piece of it thrusting inside of her? She couldn’t say that she did. But what had Greed done to Kimbley, to arouse such hate in him? To drive Kimbley to such acts of desecration, ones which most normal humans would recoil from in horror?
She supposed she couldn’t care, and as Kimbley reached to grasp her breast and twisted the bone she found that she really didn’t any longer. She moaned, then, a mix of pleasure and sweet pain as he pulled her further backwards, his hand tight against her breast.
He withdrew the bone from her, tossed it back with the others and gripped her hips and she felt him against her now. He drove into her in one hard thrust, rocking her against the table.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hands tight around her hips. He took her hard and fast, her hands gripping the edges of the table, her swaying breasts brushing against the white shrapnel of Greed’s remains. Perhaps Kimbley was a twisted killer, and perhaps he was foolish enough to think he held some dominion over her, but he felt good inside of her and she thrust back against him. It was a wild, hectic rhythm, and the table rocked and the bones clattered and Kimbley cursed as he came, his fingers digging into her white flesh and turning it crimson from pressure.
Lust collapsed upon the table, ignoring the sharp pain of bone that bit into her. Kimbley slapped her on the rump, pulling out of her and away. Lust sighed and stretched, the soreness within her already fading. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad, having Kimbley about. As long as he could be trained. He was not her master, and would not act as though he was.
“Well, I see you’ve met our Lust.”
Lust jerked her head to the side, eyes narrowing as her master herself spoke. How long had the woman been standing there? Lust stood and adjusted her dress, pulling it down over her hips and up over her breasts. Dante’s withered hands held the skull, the very thing which had brought Kimbley to them.
Kimbley seemed unbothered, doing up his trousers with a smirk.
“I have,” Kimbley said, tossing his ponytail over his shoulder casually. “And I think me and her are gonna get along just fine.”
Until I grow tired of your little mind games and bite your cock off. But Lust kept her features smooth, not allowing any hint of her thoughts to escape to her expression.
“Very good,” Dante said, moving across the room to place he skull with the other remains. “Ah, perfect.”
How easily and gleefully they orchestrated Greed’s demise. Sometimes, Lust had to admit, her master frightened her. She wanted to be away from both of them. She wanted to bathe, to wipe away the lingering traces of Kimbley on her skin.
“If you’ll excuse me, I need tend to Gluttony.” Lust dipped her head to her master and bit her tongue as Kimbley swatted her buttocks once more. She’d tolerate the man for now - she’d had worse lovers, and he could be trained - but one of these days she would find a way to cease being Dante’s whore and have her own lover. For no reason other than to have him, instead of manipulating him for her master or being offered as a business perk.
One of these days. But for now, Lust resigned herself to Kimbley’s attentions.
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Lust's lesson of the day: Dante and Kimbley are fucked-up human beings.
I admit, this pairing made me cringe, if only 'cause of the Scar vs. Kimbley thing--and yet, I can see this happening, or at least Kimbley treating Lust this way.
...Oh crap, I just thought of Dante/Kimbley. (Match made in hell. *twitch*)
"Dante's whore...being offered as a business perk." Ow, seriously, ow.
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Yes, yes they are. So very fucked up.
Yeah, it was interesting to write, and made my Scar!muse very not happy.
Bah! That is a scary pairing!
Poor Lust.
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It makes me feel better, after reading this, to think of Kimbley's death at Scar's hands. Payback!
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This whole fic upset my Scar!muse very, very much.no subject
Yay for Lust month! XDOh, Kimblee! Now I know why I hate him! ;)
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And yes, I am thinking of taking another pairing, to make it up to poor Lust!
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Anyway, I really liked this. The ideas explored here-- Dante and Kimbley striking up the deal, for instance-- are really intriguing. I also liked all the Greed mentions, especially the bit when Lust is wondering what had caused Kimbley to hate him so much. It really got me wondering... XP
"Until I grow tired of your little mind games and bite your cock off."
That also amused me. So very Lust. XD Especially the fact that she keeps her outward expression perfectly level regardless of what she's thinking. And your Kimbley was good, especially since it was your first time with him. :D
Nice work, Fey!
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Thank you! It was a fun little idea to play with. And the idea of Kimbley working with Dante is a frightening one indeed!
Yay! I was nervous of Kimbley, and had a hard time getting his voice down. i am very happy to hear I didn't butcher him!