Beauty Born of Flames (violent content)
Sept 11, 2014 23:37:15 GMT -8
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Post by Jansth on Sept 11, 2014 23:37:15 GMT -8
((Apologies in advance for the rushed product))
Keket smiled as she leaned over her tea cup, its tepid contents untouched as the woman across from her held her attention. Blond curls framing her face, long batting eyelashes. The woman really seemed to have no idea the allure she had at her dainty fingertips.
Rosy red lips smiled innocently as she sipped her tea, leaving a little stain of red along the rim, the signature of a kiss. They had been chatting for quite a while in a busy little dance club and it took no great convincing to court the woman up to her haven.
Now they sat warmed by the roaring fire beside Keket’s tea table as the time ticked by. In a back room the radio softly played, Dean Martins voice serenading any who would listen.
The Lady Keket’s veiled eyes peered into those sparkling blues across from her. So full of life and promise as she talked about her life up till then, a charmed existence no doubt leant to her by way of that pretty face. Her ivory satin skin aglow in the light of the electric lights and Keket smiled as she tasted the woman’s perfume through her nose. She felt her hunger stir as she watched the woman, Nigel was out which mean she was left to her own devices this evening, which pleased her greatly.
Keket stood suddenly and walked around the table, her hips swaying in a way to say that she was not uninterested. The young woman blushed, and Keket was glad that she was not as dimwitted as people of such fair beauty were reputed to be. Walking behind the woman she bent down her hands resting gently on the woman’s shoulders, pushing the straps of her dress down.
The woman laughed and Keket tried to recall then, Lilly, her name was Lilly. Looking down over the woman’s shoulder, down at the flawless pail swell of her breasts Lily hand reached up and covered one of her own. The blond woman craned her neck back to look up at Keket, exposing the long curve or her neck, and as she smiled upwards her sweet angelic face contorted in pain.
She squealed as she was wrenched upwards out of her seat as the Lady Keket lifted her with a hand clamped around the back of her neck pulling the startled woman towards the roaring hearth.
Without so much as a word, Keket’s free hand latched onto the edge of the mantle as she drug Lilly down towards the flame. Lilys hands grasped at her captors as she struggled, pleading for Keket to let her go.
The chill wind that surrounded the Lady Keket fanned the flames as she steered Lillys face towards the flame. Her own expression was somewhat passive as Lily’s screams lit to her ears and the acrid smells of burning flesh filled the air.
Keket’s arms held firmly down, as the flames lapped hungrily at her fingertips, at the moment that Lilys painful screams died to the quiet sizzling of melting fat and tissue she stood and let the corpse roll out onto the rug.
Standing Keket looked down her nose at the blackened mask that was once a face of beauty, perhaps one that may have surpassed even her own. No longer did her hunger rise in her as she gazed down at Lily. Content, she strode away to her tea table and picked up the a bell there to ring for Nigel before disappearing into another room to await the sunrise.
Keket smiled as she leaned over her tea cup, its tepid contents untouched as the woman across from her held her attention. Blond curls framing her face, long batting eyelashes. The woman really seemed to have no idea the allure she had at her dainty fingertips.
Rosy red lips smiled innocently as she sipped her tea, leaving a little stain of red along the rim, the signature of a kiss. They had been chatting for quite a while in a busy little dance club and it took no great convincing to court the woman up to her haven.
Now they sat warmed by the roaring fire beside Keket’s tea table as the time ticked by. In a back room the radio softly played, Dean Martins voice serenading any who would listen.
The Lady Keket’s veiled eyes peered into those sparkling blues across from her. So full of life and promise as she talked about her life up till then, a charmed existence no doubt leant to her by way of that pretty face. Her ivory satin skin aglow in the light of the electric lights and Keket smiled as she tasted the woman’s perfume through her nose. She felt her hunger stir as she watched the woman, Nigel was out which mean she was left to her own devices this evening, which pleased her greatly.
Keket stood suddenly and walked around the table, her hips swaying in a way to say that she was not uninterested. The young woman blushed, and Keket was glad that she was not as dimwitted as people of such fair beauty were reputed to be. Walking behind the woman she bent down her hands resting gently on the woman’s shoulders, pushing the straps of her dress down.
The woman laughed and Keket tried to recall then, Lilly, her name was Lilly. Looking down over the woman’s shoulder, down at the flawless pail swell of her breasts Lily hand reached up and covered one of her own. The blond woman craned her neck back to look up at Keket, exposing the long curve or her neck, and as she smiled upwards her sweet angelic face contorted in pain.
She squealed as she was wrenched upwards out of her seat as the Lady Keket lifted her with a hand clamped around the back of her neck pulling the startled woman towards the roaring hearth.
Without so much as a word, Keket’s free hand latched onto the edge of the mantle as she drug Lilly down towards the flame. Lilys hands grasped at her captors as she struggled, pleading for Keket to let her go.
The chill wind that surrounded the Lady Keket fanned the flames as she steered Lillys face towards the flame. Her own expression was somewhat passive as Lily’s screams lit to her ears and the acrid smells of burning flesh filled the air.
Keket’s arms held firmly down, as the flames lapped hungrily at her fingertips, at the moment that Lilys painful screams died to the quiet sizzling of melting fat and tissue she stood and let the corpse roll out onto the rug.
Standing Keket looked down her nose at the blackened mask that was once a face of beauty, perhaps one that may have surpassed even her own. No longer did her hunger rise in her as she gazed down at Lily. Content, she strode away to her tea table and picked up the a bell there to ring for Nigel before disappearing into another room to await the sunrise.
