Not sure if OP is still around, but here's my very first piece of smut. I hope it's not as embarrassing to read as it was to write! I'll put tags at the end.
Fear rose in her like never before. Accustomed to darkness, unafraid of blood, and a practitioner of torture, Desnia’s small hands had dealt their fair share of pain, especially since becoming Listener of the Dark Brotherhood. She thought herself above terror, unshakeable, for none could match the terror she had inspired!
But she was so wrong.
Desnia charged through corridors of shelves, barreled through stacks of papers, and charged across slimy bridges overlooking oceans of ink, her heart pounding what she thought would be its last. Behind her, the most horrid of all things stomped after her, screaming in a voice that echoed like a million of her own screams in anticipation of the pain it would bring upon her.
Looking forward to revelry in the darkness of the void, of being taken by her Dread Father in every primal way, did not mean that she so desired to be trapped by some other Divine force and bent to its will just the same! Oh, the shame she felt just at the idea of being taken in something else’s realm! Would Sithis find her? Would he take her back into the Void where she belonged if she died here?
Panic blurred her vision, froze her lungs, stung her eyes. Fear like she’d never known it shook her to the core.
The papers slid out from beneath every one of her crazed footsteps, sending her sliding through a particularly dangerous hallway. The shelves on either side bent inward, making the whole straight hall feel like a cage. Pools of ink glimmered along the sides. Hardly able to control herself, the Bosmer slid on a stack of papers, and just as she began to recover, tripped over a heavy tome. Under normal circumstances, she would have been fine. Maybe she would have gracefully rolled out of the fall, or leapt like a gazelle over the obstacle in the first place. But under the pressure that was drowning out every instinct she ever knew, there was no escape from the pit of swirling black liquid that rippled excitedly before she even touched its surface.
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timeasmymeasure
Ink of Apocrypha (1/?)
Date: 2014-03-05 05:58 am (UTC)Fear rose in her like never before. Accustomed to darkness, unafraid of blood, and a practitioner of torture, Desnia’s small hands had dealt their fair share of pain, especially since becoming Listener of the Dark Brotherhood. She thought herself above terror, unshakeable, for none could match the terror she had inspired!
But she was so wrong.
Desnia charged through corridors of shelves, barreled through stacks of papers, and charged across slimy bridges overlooking oceans of ink, her heart pounding what she thought would be its last. Behind her, the most horrid of all things stomped after her, screaming in a voice that echoed like a million of her own screams in anticipation of the pain it would bring upon her.
Looking forward to revelry in the darkness of the void, of being taken by her Dread Father in every primal way, did not mean that she so desired to be trapped by some other Divine force and bent to its will just the same! Oh, the shame she felt just at the idea of being taken in something else’s realm! Would Sithis find her? Would he take her back into the Void where she belonged if she died here?
Panic blurred her vision, froze her lungs, stung her eyes. Fear like she’d never known it shook her to the core.
The papers slid out from beneath every one of her crazed footsteps, sending her sliding through a particularly dangerous hallway. The shelves on either side bent inward, making the whole straight hall feel like a cage. Pools of ink glimmered along the sides. Hardly able to control herself, the Bosmer slid on a stack of papers, and just as she began to recover, tripped over a heavy tome. Under normal circumstances, she would have been fine. Maybe she would have gracefully rolled out of the fall, or leapt like a gazelle over the obstacle in the first place. But under the pressure that was drowning out every instinct she ever knew, there was no escape from the pit of swirling black liquid that rippled excitedly before she even touched its surface.