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Fia Update

Hey, my beautiful, enlightened, deviants. Here is the scoop.

I added to the Beast Freed poem since I had a reader on my other site feel a bit lost. So, I started the story, and it will be graphic. I am going to lead you down the black rabbit hole.

My Vampire story will be wrapped up soon and my reverse haram story will be getting fleshed out.

As normal I will put a letter rating on top for warning and the triggers. I hope you enjoy what I put out because I love it.

Till next time Fire starters. Fia xoxox

Beast Freed (Poetic Story pt 1) Darkness

 

Caged in the dark light.

Hunched over bent knees.

Closed eye

Cooled skin

 

Bars of iron surrounds

Chained to the wall.

Feet bare to cold stone.

 

Single key drops in front

Head rises.

Eyes Mere slits of awareness

 

“It is time”

Outstretched fingers

Wrap around steel.

 

Internal magma

Begins to bubble.

Freed

 

Holding back is not an option.

 

It was twenty long and silent years. The only sound to let me know that I was still on this earth was the cawing of the raven.

They took me to the “Stone Hold”. Where they keep the unexplained, caged, hidden away until all thoughts of who they are and what they have done are just a rumored story. A fiction that was made up to let them justify what had occurred.

I do not think of the past anymore nor do I think of my future. I focus on controlling it. It has been sleeping for a very long time. I was told it would awaken one day when I was a child. The head of our family said not to control it. Let it run free when it emerges. Eventually, it will calm down, and we both will be in sync.

I was a child when I was told this. In my sixteenth year, the beast emerged. I recalled arms and mouths. Bodies of all sizes and flashes of images of my innocence tossed away but what I took in return was more precious.

Then the blackness came, and I woke up here. Surrounded by stone and iron bars. For extra measure, they chained my leg with steel. The beast laughed realizing their folly. Then it retreated into a space deep within and sleeps.

The sun rose and two ravens cawed in the distance. Something is stirring. I am being warned.

The thick oak door opened at the far end of the room. Sounds of soft footsteps approached the bars. Then a clink of small metal hit the stone floor before me.

“It is time for your freedom. The beast has slept long enough.”

I looked up slightly through slitted eyes to see a young woman wearing a green gown flowing to the floor and a matching cloak in her arms.

“You have been caged too long and I am afraid to tell you that a great wrong has fallen to your family.”

She swallowed audibly.

“You, Kannan Wallace McDonald are the last.”

The beast stirred from my shock at hearing my name.

“They will come for you and destroy the last Wallace woman. They will destroy the beast.”

I should die. This beast will rain down hellfire on those who caged us. Knowing it is the last. It has awakened.

I stood barefoot on the cold stone, picked up the key, and approached the door. The chain tugged at my ankle reminding me of the nuisance. A minor tug and it snapped.

The female gasped in shock.

“You could have freed yourself.” She whispered.

I put the key in the lock and pushed the iron door open. The beast has decided to stay quiet for now.

“You need to hurry quickly. I will take you someplace safe.”

I looked at her questioningly.

“I will tell you everything after you are safe.”

She wrapped a cloak around me, and I smelt it. Earth. Deep, clean, and rich. Her skin touched me, and warmth stirred me. Images of the past. Soft, pliant skin—

“Control” she whispered. I looked at her and it was not me she was referring to.

“Willing,” the beast said. Then went back to sleep.

Stepping out of my exile and into freedom I fully awakened. Now I must put to ground those who killed my blood.

(From this point on will be graphic. Blood, gore. sexual verbiage. You are warned)

I want to F–K You (POEM) R rated

I don’t want it sweet.

like those songs that we hear.

I don’t want it sloppy.

That is not why I am here.

I want to fuck you.

Hard and fast.

I want you so deep.

till I can’t last.

I’m already wet.

No time to delay.

Take it out,

or I’ll find someone else to play.

I want to F-U-C-K you.

Till my name is branded in your soul

Till all mother’s weep.

Till all father’s lose control.

We waited too long.

Took too much time.

You said you would do it.

You wanted to be mine.

Are you going to give me what I want?

You will have a good time.

This I promise.

You don’t have much time.

(Answer Yes/No. Fia would like to know)

 

 

 

Liquid Words (Poem)

Can you taste a word?

Is it sweet?

Like a ripe mango falling from a tree?

Does it fill the recesses of your mouth?

Leaving you with sensory memory.

Is it tangy?

Tickling and prickling down your throat,

Leaving a trail behind.

Is it Salty?

Making you crave,

the liquid of life.

In the driest of deserts.

Is it spicy?

Taking you on an exploration,

Of places, people, and things you can only dream of.

For me it is hot.

Scotching and blazing trails.

Leading and guiding me to places,

of unexplored tales.

Tempting and teasing traces,

Of unexpected wails.

Being caressed and coaxed

To an unhinged, uninhibited, wonton demise.

I taste every word.

From the tip,

Gliding across the center

And swelling at the root.

Can you taste your words?

(Hello all of you. I just want to make an announcement. I will be publishing a book of poems called Liquid Word later this month. It will have never before seen poems that are adult in nature. It will have the same cover that you see above. I would love for your support. Until then. Fia xoxo

 

Goodbye my Lover pt 29 (Time is running out)

Peter

Walking down the passageway in the club I noticed that she was too quiet.

“What is going on?” I asked.

“You ask me that now? Why do you blindly follow me, Peter?”

She is in a foul mood and the way her heels are striking the stone floor I am amazed not to see sparks.  Her silence is eerie too. She likes to show the pretense that she is still human, even around me.

She’ll take breaths to mimic real breathing, but she is not doing that now.

“Eliza if you do not tell me what is going on I will turn back.” I stopped following her and waited. The passageways were lit by old lamps giving the old vampiric movie vibes.

“Peter look down.” She spoke.

I looked at her face searching for something. I looked down and noticed that the floor was wet with gelatinous–

“Finally, Peter, you get it. They are here and they have summoned me.” Eliza said.

“Eliza what did you do?”

she looked at me and smiled but it did not reach her eye’s.

“I saved my life, Peter. They want the city, and I am giving it to them and in return I will live to see another moon rise.”

All that time we were apart I never asked her what she was up too. I knew she fell into the wronged hands when we met up again in Spain, but I just thought she took care of whatever it was.

“You made a deal with them?” I asked to make sure I understood correctly.

“Yes and know they are summoning me to them.”

“Eliza this is as far as I go.”

She looked at me as if she knew I would say that.

“Peter since we have been back together, you have been helping me and now you want to back out.”

“Eliza I was helping you not them.”

“To help me you in adversely have been helping them. Now either wait for me back at the club or continue with me to the meeting. Either way your hands are not clean in this.”

“My hands were never clean, Eliza.” I thought about the woman I killed in front of Noel’s store. That death had a purpose of my choosing. Come to find out it may not have been.

“I will wait here for you. I do not wish to see the faces of the Sentinel’s.”

She looked at me, turned and continued in her path as I stood there in blood.

‘How many are here to leave so much blood like this?’ I thought to myself.

Noel

The night felt wrong. My brother left and went to do whatever he had planned.

He thought it would be best that I did not know what he was up too so I can move freely and not worry that I will need to keep him safe.

He laughed at my concern for him. I understood why. I did not keep in contact with him like I shood have, but it was for the best.

He was a dhampir and they were not easily welcomed in out society.

My father’s blood ran through is vein which made him lethal. I hope there will never come a day that I will have to put him down. There have been dhampir created before and when they reached a certain age, they started to turn mad and need to be put down.

Nikolas shows no signs of turning and I hope is it skips him.

“Hello”

A pleasant voice penetrated my thoughts.

“How long have you been standing next to me woman.”

“Woman?”

She said as she put her hands on her hips and looked at me squinting one eye. she looked as menacing as a Chiwawa.

“Well, if you wanted to get my attention you could have just given me a kiss.” I turned to look at her.

“Or I could have flashed you too, but you still would not have noticed.”

“I would have.” Sammy said.

We both turned and looked at her.

“I’m just saying I would have noticed. That is all.” She went back to wiping the counters.

“I would have noticed and did something about it.”

“What?”

She is being playful, but she seems off.

“Did something happen at work today?”

Darlene

I don’t want to think about work. Or those two people who jumped into my cab ride here. I just want to be with Noel.

“It doesn’t matter. What does matter is what I have for you in the back.”

“Wait I have not been that out of it. What do you have?”

I did not answer and started to walk towards the back. I heard when Sammy said go handle that.

I definitely have to show her my appreciation for this. He finally came to the back, and I turned to face him.

“Dar–”

I cut off the comment with my mouth on his and to keep him in the moment I purposely nicked my lip so he tasted my blood in the kiss.

That was all he needed. He pulled away and I was two second away from pleading for him to continue before he spun me around.

“You have to be quiet.”

I heard when he ripped my thong off and I waited to feel him press inside when I felt something else.

He was going to drive me insane. Was a mouth supposed to do that? I bit my hand to keep quiet. Noel was relentless and I was already peaking, and he knew it.

One more swipe and I went over, and he bit me and I swear I saw the constellations.

After he stood and I glanced back at him. He looked pleased and ready for another round.

“Darlene. I will take you home, we need to talk,” he said and leaned into me and kissed me.

I did not want to talk.

Eliza

Stay calm and cool. You are doing the best that you can. ‘That is what I told myself as I stood Infront of the Sentinel’s

“Is done?”

“Not yet. I have a problem that i will take care of.”

“Problem?”

“Noel”

“The nighter that has the ability to be in the day.”

“Yes.”

“You have two days. After that we will take the city and kill the nighter.”

I nodded and turned to walk away.

“Do not forget, Eliza”

“I have not forgotten.”

I have two days to make my plans work. Sorry Noel.

Famish (Rated ?)

Welcome to my restaurant. Please feel free to enjoy this delicious food. I am at your service. Let me tell you the chef’s special.

Beginning of the meal

Appetizer.

Deviled eggs.

The texture is firm and smooth.

Next

Pallet cleanser

White wine. It’s dry yet satisfying.

First course

It has to be moist and flavorful.

It should awaken every atom of your being.

Criadillas

Once on your tongue we cannot stop the moan that will escape your lips.

Main Course

Caldo de Cardan

Served in a warm soup. Swallowed whole or taken bit by bit.

By the look of your mouth, you’ll be able to take it deep and swallow.

Desert

Well, let’s just say I am here to serve. Do you have a sweet tooth?

( Criadillas is stuffed testicles and Caldo de Cardan is Bolivian Bull Penis. Interesting meal wouldn’t you agree? Fia xoxo)

Voyeur (Poem) Rated R

Do you feel my eyes on you?

Your every movement is cataloged in my mind.

I know you do.

By the way, you look over your shoulder in a crowded room.

The way when you lift your cup to drink and let it sit on your lips as if you know that is where I want to be.

Your casual sitting position is disrupted by a hardness that should not be.

You feel me, don’t you?

You unbutton a single button to not feel restricted.

Your breath in deep filling a space

Just wait.

Let them leave.

Once the lock has clicked

It is time.

Let me fully see.

No one will know that I see everything.

Every little nuance

The essence of you.

You stifle a moan as you handle what has taken control.

Firmly held, not too tight

rhythmic movements

Eyes watch the clock on the wall.

They will soon return.

Let me see you be free.

Tick

Faster

Tick

Faster

Tick

Spectacularly unhedged

(Who said working a 9-5 doesn’t have its perks? Fia)

 

 

Drip (Poem) Rated R

Warmth gathers.

Feeling full.

Stretched like a tight latex balloon

Tingles turn to ache.

touching not allowed

tortuous warm air

on frazzled skin

Mouth parted.

Eyes squeezed tight.

No touching allowed.

want to touch.

need to set dam free.

Intensity almost too much to bear

Then I feel it

Drip

It went to the floor.

Drip

Please do some more.

Drip

Three times can you see.

“Good girl. Cum for me.”

(I do not own image. Obviously you see what kind of mood I am in. Enjoy)

What do you want? (Poem)

What do you want?

do you want me to stare at you as you take your pleasure?

Or do you want me to sit on a stiff chair,

Back slightly arched and legs spread open?

Maybe you want to watch as my lips part,

and my pupils dilate while I unzip my shirt.

What do you need?

Me panting and waiting for you.

wet and ready to take you?

Do you yearn for me to touch,

or grip you?

Tell me what is in that mind.

Delicious.