Dæmon S."Thou appearedst out of thin air, unbeknownst to my fragile eyes which can't see Thee in the dark... not until Thou drownest me under Thy deepest and blazing reddish shine.
Thou staredth at me, and I could feel Thy wrathful eyes pulling me into an inescapable journey to annihilation, like photons past Thy event horizon.
I was compelled to scream out of utter fear, but I was unable to scream before thy presence.
Thou openedth Thy majestic wings, darker than the deepest abyss, wider than the infinitest infinity. I felt to my knees as my body met the wall and I couldn't get any further from Thee.
Thou grabbedth my neck, I could feel Thy claws painfully piercing through my arteries, I could feel my entire body freezing under Thy sub-kelvin coldness and blizzard.
Thou bustedth and detainedth me under Thy authority as Thou trampledth to the floor. Thou crouchedth above me, as the entire cosmic weight of Thy presence crushed me under Thy feet.
Thou heldth my neck, while Thy other hand held the sharp tip of Thy scythe against my chest, right above my heart.
Thy stare was deadly close to me, closer and closer as Thou approachedth me, I couldn't look away, I couldn't move my head, I couldn't move my hands so to cover my eyes from Thy deadly gaze. I couldn't beg for Thy mercy, I couldn't speak, I couldn't scream, I couldn't even express myself to Thou through my inner voice.
Then, it happened, what I feared the most: Thou kissedth me, slowly as time got slower and slower. I couldn't get more arose and orgasmed by how powerful yet eerily soft is Thy Goddessly touch. Thou consumedth me until there was no me anymore. I could feel Thy fangs piercing through my lips as I got numbed by thine, and Thou drankest me down to my last drop of literal blood.
It's when I could faintly and moaningly shout the only expression I could think of, the impossible and forbidden, before getting fully assimilated by Thy void: 'I love Thee'."
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Thou staredth at me, and I could feel Thy wrathful eyes pulling me into an inescapable journey to annihilation, like photons past Thy event horizon.
I was compelled to scream out of utter fear, but I was unable to scream before thy presence.
Thou openedth Thy majestic wings, darker than the deepest abyss, wider than the infinitest infinity. I felt to my knees as my body met the wall and I couldn't get any further from Thee.
Thou grabbedth my neck, I could feel Thy claws painfully piercing through my arteries, I could feel my entire body freezing under Thy sub-kelvin coldness and blizzard.
Thou bustedth and detainedth me under Thy authority as Thou trampledth to the floor. Thou crouchedth above me, as the entire cosmic weight of Thy presence crushed me under Thy feet.
Thou heldth my neck, while Thy other hand held the sharp tip of Thy scythe against my chest, right above my heart.
Thy stare was deadly close to me, closer and closer as Thou approachedth me, I couldn't look away, I couldn't move my head, I couldn't move my hands so to cover my eyes from Thy deadly gaze. I couldn't beg for Thy mercy, I couldn't speak, I couldn't scream, I couldn't even express myself to Thou through my inner voice.
Then, it happened, what I feared the most: Thou kissedth me, slowly as time got slower and slower. I couldn't get more arose and orgasmed by how powerful yet eerily soft is Thy Goddessly touch. Thou consumedth me until there was no me anymore. I could feel Thy fangs piercing through my lips as I got numbed by thine, and Thou drankest me down to my last drop of literal blood.
It's when I could faintly and moaningly shout the only expression I could think of, the impossible and forbidden, before getting fully assimilated by Thy void: 'I love Thee'."
#occultart #art #darkart #archaicenglish #shakespearian #gothicart #gothic #vampiric #femdom
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Valerie A. Metzler
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