Note: This started out, not as my best erotica story to date, but as a blog. It all started with the sentence, "You watch me corrode like a beast in repose," (a line in one of MCR's songs, the Sharpest Lives) and has evolved into this. I worked hard, and have strived to complete it. I think you all will enjoy this.
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You watch me die in my fit of rage. You watch my eyes look to the skies. You watch me die, amongst the embers.
The fire rises across the sky, I know we are defeated. Great spikes and daggers rise into the air. The fire laps at their stems, as I fall into the pit. They watch, those wretched diseased hands, as I fall, and the great pit of darkness and fire envelopes around me.
You watch in your looking glass, as I fall closer to you, into your grasp. The fallen angel, amongst the hell.
I flex my wings, struggle to defend myself against the fast moving air, but I am helpless. The arrows pierced my wings long ago. I am lost, to those above, and must die, a martyr amongst rotting flesh, and fuming flames of your abode.
Your eyes flash as you walk to see me. I fall into your bed of death. I land softly. Against my will, I am held down. You walk near, the only visible being in the room, lit behind by sharp flames of fire. But, I can forever see your glowing eyes of fire.
My white dress is torn, grotesquely so. My curled hair is mussed, as I struggle against the unseen forces holding me there. I close my eyes and relax for a brief moment, while I try to take control. But, you are still there, your eyes glowing as you move closer.
I shiver and jump as you first touch me, unlacing the ribbons of my shoes. You delight in my fear. I lock eyes with you. Fear, mixed plainly on my face with another emotion--so tensely fixed to pain--pleasure.
You slowly unwrap the shoes, touching every inch of delicate skin uncovered. Your long fingernails rake into my flesh. I cry out in pain, but there is no one who can hear me in the deepest pit of hell.
I close my eyes again, trying desperately to ignore your touch. I had been warned this would happen. No good things would come of my affairs with the great angels, so close to god. God told me this, but I could not resist their affection, now I was in the deepest affection, of the most poisonous, foul creature to ever be.
You.
After removing my shoe, you rip off the ribbons and tie them around my foot. I opened my eyes to see what you had done; more accustomed to the light I could see the rotting bodies only yards away from my deathbed, the stinking, rotting flesh, the acrid stench of burnt meat, the snarls of few still hanging on.
I return my eyes to you, the less hideous and more appetizing sight. Taunt, tanned skin over toned muscles that could crush my bones, dark hair slicked back. After a moment, I realized that you looked no different from a normal being, perhaps even human.
Through your work, you noticed my close inspection of your body. You notice as my breath becomes ragged, and my breasts heave upon my chest. You notice the coating of sweat on my body, and know it is not just because of the heat.