Crimson Beauty
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,913
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Wallflower. I’m not making any money here either.
Crimson Beauty
Crimson Beauty
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own Wallflower. I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: Much to Sunako’s horror, her twin brother shows up at the boardinghouse. The four guys soon find out that he is just as scary as she is. Their only difference, the incubus knows he’s beautiful and he has his eyes set on a certain dazzling creature of the light. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP
Prologue
All day long the virgins sit and feast on endless meals
The Countess laughs and sips her wine – her skin doth crack and peel
But when nighttime fills the air one must pay the price
The Countess takes her midnight bath with blood that once gave life
--Venom
Once upon an unholy time, there existed a little teenage terror. She was a scary little girl, who constantly made those she was forced to reside with scream in perpetual horror at the unnatural acts she committed. But, what nobody knew, the very scary little girl had an even scarier mirror image. Her twin brother was so terribly scary, that when he stepped out, the sun would hide behind an eclipse, and the moon would bleed silver fear. If the two of them should ever gaze into the horrific eyes of the other…the gates of Hell will swing joyfully open and the molten damned will begin dancing the Cha-Cha Slide all throughout Japan’s terror-filled streets, munching on the living for entertainment.
~*~
Nowaki Nakahara was seated before his round black mirror, running a brush through his lustrous locks. Each silky strand was long and very dark. The brush he was using was lovely. The smooth handle was inlaid with glossy mother-of-pearl. It had been bought and paid for with the blood of civil war. He often pictured it being splattered with the gore of its former owner.
He gazed into his own lime-green eyes, smiling with perfectly white teeth. There were a few speckles of gold around his soulless pupils. His skin was smooth, flawless, and whiter than a bleached skull.
He put his brush down with great care and began to trace his garnet red lips with his long index finger. They were so full, seductive, and dewy soft. They were just begging to be kissed by someone brave.
“I’m going to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget,” he hissed like a pit of venomous vipers that were snapping and biting at each other as he slowly turned around in his winged chair with eerie grace. “Oh, she will not get away with this. Oh, no! Not this time, little girl!”
His glowing emerald orbs fell on many of the vacant spots in his grand room. There were so many of his precious treasures that were missing from their rightful places. He rose to his shapely feet and his long hair began to billow around his stunning face like gathering storm clouds. He looked at the empty spot where his beloved once resided.
“SHE ABDUCTED MY HIROSHI-KUN!” He screamed, digging his painted talons into the leather armrests, tearing through the material as if it were warm butter. “HOW VERY DARE HER STEAL MY CURSED AZTEC SKULLS! I STOLE THEM FAIR AND SQUARE FROM THAT BLACK PYRAMID!”
He got down on his hands and knees. Black silk shimmered and whispered as he crawled across the floor like a spider, reaching into the darkness under his bed with wicked intent. His pale hands touched that which he sought and pulled it out. He rose to his feet with feline grace, throwing the suitcase down on the bed. He opened it up, gliding to his closet, throwing the double doors wide open with a loud bang.
He began to pack clothes, shoes, random occult items that were possessed by evil entities that were his bitches. Oh, he was going to make his sister pay for taking those which did not belong to her. Hiroshi was his! He had been the one to find the handsome stud in the trash. How could someone throw him out like a used condom? It was just wrong.
“Now,” he giggled as the shadows danced around with flapping wings. He stripped completely down, walking across a sea of blood red carpet. “I’m in the mood for a bath before I take that flight.”
He frolicked like a nymph into his bathroom, seeing three young men from his class dangling by their wrists over his large tub that was like a sunken pit of marble in the floor. They were naked and in great shape.
He began to cackle as he stepped down into the hot water. The scented liquid came up to his lower thighs.
“Now,” he said, looking up at the dangling studs. “Which one of you big, strong boys wants to bathe me in your crimson warmth first?”
“Me!” The middle one cried, bucking his hips, making his large member and pomegranates bounce. “Pick me! Pick me!”
“No!” The blond on the left shouted, making his member spin around in circles. “I wanna do it! Do me first!”
“I’ve been a bad boy!” The dark headed teen on the right shouted, kicking his long muscular legs. “Punish me! Punish me, Dark Angel!”
The very beautiful Prince of Shadows put his index finger to the dark headed teen’s leg, slicing into it with his index finger. The teen hissed, throwing his head back, tensing just a bit.
Nowaki watched the crimson honey stream down the teen’s hairy leg and began to drip from his toes into the steamy water in which he stood.
“ME!” The blond shouted. “Make me bleed next! I wanna bleed for you, too!”
He began to giggle like the demon possessed little schoolboy that he was. The three of them were so hard and dripping pearly cream.
“Do you think I’m beautiful?” He asked all three, torturing their virgin rods as they moaned and whimpered anything he desired to hear.
~*~
Sunako Nakahara, Princess of Darkness, opened her violet eyes. She gazed into the creeping chaos, feeling a cold chill race down her spine. It felt like something scary was looking at her, grinning with malicious intent. Usually such feelings filled her with a wicked joy, but this was making her feel slightly nauseous.
The door to her dominion suddenly swung open, causing her to hiss, and duck into the deeper darkness for safety.
“Hey!” A loud voice shouted as she veiled her face from the hideous light. “Are you going to fix dinner or not? I’m hungry!”
She slowly squinted, seeing that it was the golden-skinned one. He was standing there in the light without a shirt on again. His perfect body was shimmering and sparkling. He was tall and lithe, abs ripped like Jesus hanging on the cross and arms that could bench press small cars. He had legs that could dropkick steel poles in two.
“I will destroy…” She tried to hiss, but he suddenly struck a sexy pose, moving those sinewy muscles with such predatory stealth.
“What?” He asked, causing her to see why his body was sparkling. All that naked skin looked to be covered in a thin layer of sweat. Those pink lips of his were all sultry and pouting rather lazily at her. The bastard actually put a strawberry to his lips and moaned a little as he bit down into that tender pink flesh.
Sunako trembled rather violently.
“Um?” The amber eyed angel of light asked, stepping closer in bare feet. “Are you not feeling well?”
“DAZZLING!” She screamed in horror as the blood exploded from her nose. She fell over backwards onto the floor with a thud, with her eyes rolling around in her head.
“GODDAMN IT! SOMEONE COME HELP ME! SHE’S DIED AGAIN!”
Why…me…Satan?
To Be Continued
Please review.
Note: There will be making out with skeletons and tentacle rape for pretty boys everywhere, because Lord Cthulhu and Prince Nowaki are BFF (cackles most wickedly).
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own Wallflower. I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: Much to Sunako’s horror, her twin brother shows up at the boardinghouse. The four guys soon find out that he is just as scary as she is. Their only difference, the incubus knows he’s beautiful and he has his eyes set on a certain dazzling creature of the light. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP
Prologue
All day long the virgins sit and feast on endless meals
The Countess laughs and sips her wine – her skin doth crack and peel
But when nighttime fills the air one must pay the price
The Countess takes her midnight bath with blood that once gave life
--Venom
Once upon an unholy time, there existed a little teenage terror. She was a scary little girl, who constantly made those she was forced to reside with scream in perpetual horror at the unnatural acts she committed. But, what nobody knew, the very scary little girl had an even scarier mirror image. Her twin brother was so terribly scary, that when he stepped out, the sun would hide behind an eclipse, and the moon would bleed silver fear. If the two of them should ever gaze into the horrific eyes of the other…the gates of Hell will swing joyfully open and the molten damned will begin dancing the Cha-Cha Slide all throughout Japan’s terror-filled streets, munching on the living for entertainment.
~*~
Nowaki Nakahara was seated before his round black mirror, running a brush through his lustrous locks. Each silky strand was long and very dark. The brush he was using was lovely. The smooth handle was inlaid with glossy mother-of-pearl. It had been bought and paid for with the blood of civil war. He often pictured it being splattered with the gore of its former owner.
He gazed into his own lime-green eyes, smiling with perfectly white teeth. There were a few speckles of gold around his soulless pupils. His skin was smooth, flawless, and whiter than a bleached skull.
He put his brush down with great care and began to trace his garnet red lips with his long index finger. They were so full, seductive, and dewy soft. They were just begging to be kissed by someone brave.
“I’m going to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget,” he hissed like a pit of venomous vipers that were snapping and biting at each other as he slowly turned around in his winged chair with eerie grace. “Oh, she will not get away with this. Oh, no! Not this time, little girl!”
His glowing emerald orbs fell on many of the vacant spots in his grand room. There were so many of his precious treasures that were missing from their rightful places. He rose to his shapely feet and his long hair began to billow around his stunning face like gathering storm clouds. He looked at the empty spot where his beloved once resided.
“SHE ABDUCTED MY HIROSHI-KUN!” He screamed, digging his painted talons into the leather armrests, tearing through the material as if it were warm butter. “HOW VERY DARE HER STEAL MY CURSED AZTEC SKULLS! I STOLE THEM FAIR AND SQUARE FROM THAT BLACK PYRAMID!”
He got down on his hands and knees. Black silk shimmered and whispered as he crawled across the floor like a spider, reaching into the darkness under his bed with wicked intent. His pale hands touched that which he sought and pulled it out. He rose to his feet with feline grace, throwing the suitcase down on the bed. He opened it up, gliding to his closet, throwing the double doors wide open with a loud bang.
He began to pack clothes, shoes, random occult items that were possessed by evil entities that were his bitches. Oh, he was going to make his sister pay for taking those which did not belong to her. Hiroshi was his! He had been the one to find the handsome stud in the trash. How could someone throw him out like a used condom? It was just wrong.
“Now,” he giggled as the shadows danced around with flapping wings. He stripped completely down, walking across a sea of blood red carpet. “I’m in the mood for a bath before I take that flight.”
He frolicked like a nymph into his bathroom, seeing three young men from his class dangling by their wrists over his large tub that was like a sunken pit of marble in the floor. They were naked and in great shape.
He began to cackle as he stepped down into the hot water. The scented liquid came up to his lower thighs.
“Now,” he said, looking up at the dangling studs. “Which one of you big, strong boys wants to bathe me in your crimson warmth first?”
“Me!” The middle one cried, bucking his hips, making his large member and pomegranates bounce. “Pick me! Pick me!”
“No!” The blond on the left shouted, making his member spin around in circles. “I wanna do it! Do me first!”
“I’ve been a bad boy!” The dark headed teen on the right shouted, kicking his long muscular legs. “Punish me! Punish me, Dark Angel!”
The very beautiful Prince of Shadows put his index finger to the dark headed teen’s leg, slicing into it with his index finger. The teen hissed, throwing his head back, tensing just a bit.
Nowaki watched the crimson honey stream down the teen’s hairy leg and began to drip from his toes into the steamy water in which he stood.
“ME!” The blond shouted. “Make me bleed next! I wanna bleed for you, too!”
He began to giggle like the demon possessed little schoolboy that he was. The three of them were so hard and dripping pearly cream.
“Do you think I’m beautiful?” He asked all three, torturing their virgin rods as they moaned and whimpered anything he desired to hear.
~*~
Sunako Nakahara, Princess of Darkness, opened her violet eyes. She gazed into the creeping chaos, feeling a cold chill race down her spine. It felt like something scary was looking at her, grinning with malicious intent. Usually such feelings filled her with a wicked joy, but this was making her feel slightly nauseous.
The door to her dominion suddenly swung open, causing her to hiss, and duck into the deeper darkness for safety.
“Hey!” A loud voice shouted as she veiled her face from the hideous light. “Are you going to fix dinner or not? I’m hungry!”
She slowly squinted, seeing that it was the golden-skinned one. He was standing there in the light without a shirt on again. His perfect body was shimmering and sparkling. He was tall and lithe, abs ripped like Jesus hanging on the cross and arms that could bench press small cars. He had legs that could dropkick steel poles in two.
“I will destroy…” She tried to hiss, but he suddenly struck a sexy pose, moving those sinewy muscles with such predatory stealth.
“What?” He asked, causing her to see why his body was sparkling. All that naked skin looked to be covered in a thin layer of sweat. Those pink lips of his were all sultry and pouting rather lazily at her. The bastard actually put a strawberry to his lips and moaned a little as he bit down into that tender pink flesh.
Sunako trembled rather violently.
“Um?” The amber eyed angel of light asked, stepping closer in bare feet. “Are you not feeling well?”
“DAZZLING!” She screamed in horror as the blood exploded from her nose. She fell over backwards onto the floor with a thud, with her eyes rolling around in her head.
“GODDAMN IT! SOMEONE COME HELP ME! SHE’S DIED AGAIN!”
Why…me…Satan?
To Be Continued
Please review.
Note: There will be making out with skeletons and tentacle rape for pretty boys everywhere, because Lord Cthulhu and Prince Nowaki are BFF (cackles most wickedly).