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From: (Anonymous)
He grips her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tight enough to make her wince. "Better to see your clothes destroyed than your own flesh," he says, his voice deadly serious. He lays the flat side of the blade against her aching sex and Lumen goes very, very still. In the blink of an eye, that sadistic smirk is back in place. "I am seldom at a loss for words, but it is difficult to explain what castration feels like. So again, I'll just have you use your imagination."

The cold blade leaves her sex to prod at her inner thigh. “Spread your legs,” he says, and Lumen does as she’s told, but not without looking away from Lucien. She’s embarrassed at being so exposed, so complacent and so desperately aroused.

“Oh no, that won’t do,” he tugs at her chin, forcing her to look at him. “No sense in being coy at this juncture,” he says, his eyes never leaving hers as his fingers slip past her sparse curls, delving between her soft lips, and sliding through the slick, wetness that is already there. His cold fingers pull a strangled moan from her when they find her aching center. He doesn’t bother to tease her, preferring hard, insistent strokes that are perfectly timed to stir the heated pressure building low in her belly.

Which is why she cries out in frustration when he pulls away. “No, no-- shit!”

Lucien brings his fingers to her mouth, slick with her own fluids, and he pushes his index and middle fingers past her lips to compress her tongue. “Be still,” he hisses, and the rope around her wrists tightens just a fraction.

Lumen growls, thrashing against her binds. A sharp, stabbing pain forms behind her eyes due to the glacial temperature of the ghost's fingers. She tries to pull away, but Lucien has her jaw in a firm, authoritative grip.

"Are you angry, Listener?"

Lumen nods her head, glaring at him and teething vainly at the digits in her mouth.

"Do you want me to stop?"

That question gives her pause. Curiosity has her wondering what else Lucien has in store for her, and her foolish pride refuses to let her give up. Common sense, however, is telling her to swallow her pride and walk away before things go too far. But Lumen's baser urges are making their needs known as well, and it's difficult to ignore that insistent, throbbing ache between her legs.

She shakes her head.

"No? Oh, good," Lucien's full lips curl into a wicked grin at her answer, "I still have so much to tell you, and I hate to leave anything unfinished."
From: (Anonymous)
Hnnnng, loving it.

I laughed when he said he was murdered then excitedly asked if she wanted to know how. And trust him to enjoy the whole experience, great idea! He's so twisted, it makes perfect sense actually.

Awaiting more :)
From: (Anonymous)
Aaaaaaaa this is brilliant. Hoping for more!
From: (Anonymous)
Hey! I'm glad people are liking this. :) Sorry for the delay in updates. I've just had some real-life stuff to contend with. But I'll have this finished soon! <3
From: (Anonymous)
I love you, AA.
From: (Anonymous)
Eee! Best!

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