The Evil Evil Woman of Evil Award
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mynewplaceGranted by a beloved fan during a painful time of need. Glad I could contribute to the pain in some small way. *smirk*
Ginny's mind was lost in thought as she traveled down the hallway toward his study. She thought back on how she had come to live in this house, to love this man who had done nothing but harm her and her family throughout her childhood. How had she come to adore the silken voice, the icy eyes, the cool hands that traveled her body as though she were a possession? Granted, she was treasured, but merely chattel all the same. She came to no conclusion as she opened the mahogany door, leaning her head to one side as she watched for confirmation that she was welcome to walk in.
Lucius was watching as Ginny opened the door, her brown eyes liquid, questioning. He nodded, fighting back a smile, he had no desire to encourage her too much this evening. As he watched the girl walk in, he marveled again at his son's stupidity for preferring lithe young boys over this wondrous creature, yet he was pleased the boy had married her all the same. She was no more than five foot three, but carried herself as though she were much taller. Red hair, crowned golden by the sun, reminded him of her despicable heritage. Oh, but how he loved to run his hands through that mane, to grip it tightly and yank it back as she cried his name, over and over. Lucius was, as usual, sporting quite an erection by the time she made it to his desk.
"Come over here, darling," he purred, as she rounded the desk and knelt before him. He never had to ask, or even instruct her any more. There was adoration in Ginny's eyes as she placed her hands on his thighs and leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his cheek, then bury her face in his neck, simply breathing him in. Cool hands slid up her arms, across her shoulders, then his fingers feathered down her spine, and he felt her breath become ragged against his shoulder as she opened her mouth, and gently licked just inside his collarbone. He gave her ass a quick squeeze as she rushed through the motions of undoing his trousers, gazing up at him again as she lowered her mouth to taste him.
How Ginny craved this time spent with him, she lived for it! To run her tongue around the full head of his long cock, tasting his lust for her as it seeped slightly from that sweet slit on top. She knew that Lucius fought with every fiber of his being to maintain control while she performed these ministrations, and the knowledge gave her a sweet rush of power. Her tongue traveled south along the ridge created by his primary vein, and she pulled his trousers lower, down below his knees. He groaned just the slightest bit, knowing this would be one time he would likely lose control, and aching in anticipation of it. She swallowed him whole, immediately, and the sight of her mouth buried in the curls at the base of his dick make him close his eyes, he couldn't bear it. They flew open immediately, as she sucked, pulling back, and rammed him down her throat again, swirling her tongue around his engorged member as she lowered her head. Her hands were gripping the outside of his thighs as she continued, sucking harder as she pulled back, never letting go completely, but ramming him against the back of her throat, with that swirl that he could see explode inside his eyelids, red and blue lights spinning just like her sweet tongue. . . Over and over she took him in, swallowing as if he were her only sustenance. Lucius could feel those small hands gripping his legs even harder, knew that she was about to moan from her own orgasm, and he tensed in anticipation. When she came while sucking on him, it inevitably made his own orgasm that much harder, and that much longer. Ginny grabbed the hair on the back of his thigh, pulling sharply with one hand, wrapping her other hand around that most sensitive sac, then sliding one finger back further, just between the cheeks of his ass. She could feel him tensing; she knew she had him, and it thrilled her to no end when she could break through that final defense even as her own body began to tremble from the exquisite pressure building inside her. Her teeth raked him as she pulled back one last time, moaning in ecstasy as tears poured down her face and she grabbed his hips, her fingernails digging in, shoving him into her mouth full force. He yelped, grabbing her head as his ass tensed, the spasms washing over him in waves. She knelt there, swallowing him, she wouldn't dare waste a drop, his seed was far too precious to her. Lucius' hands rested on her bright head, fingers gently laced through her hair. She didn't look up as he slid from her mouth, instead allowing him to loosen her hair, and resting her head on his naked thigh. He stroked her head, calling her his pride and joy, the shining star in the Malfoy crown, and she practically purred in satisfaction. Ginny knew that her pleasure would only increase as the evening progressed.
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Date: 2004-07-10 12:14 pm (UTC)*Zipping off to nose some more*
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Date: 2004-07-10 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-10 01:08 pm (UTC)"Just live it, luv, then write it down!"
I TRY! But it never comes out right. I had a go at writing some smut recently - it's on my LJ in my list of fics called 'untitled' originally enough. I'd love some constructive criticism if you've got time.
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Date: 2004-07-10 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-10 03:14 pm (UTC)Evil, and you'll never let me live that down, will you? You make me want to be evil in return, but that would hardly be fair to you, would it?
Hmm... I'll tell you because I know you'll preen over this, even if it makes you squirm, you snarky bitch. So here's the real review, and brace yourself. You're getting more than an "evil evil woman of evil" this time.
***** turn back now? *****
Every time I read this story, I make myself read the first paragraph slowly, shifting in my chair until I can stand the pressure building in every fiber of my being and I make myself breathe deeply, measuring the oxygen burning in my throat and waiting, making my eyes focus on each word, each dull word that is simply the buildup to the sentences my body knows are coming.
I'll sit straight in my chair, my whole body drawn taut as the strings of a cello, and I'll force my hands to be still where they hover over the keys. I always read through the veil of my hair so that the blush creeping up my cheeks won't be seen. And I feel the words as they unfold, as the sentences progress, and there are sensory memories washing over me, the memory of getting head and of giving it, the memory of tongues and taste and fingers twisting in silky hair. It's all there inside those lines, just waiting for me to discover it again and again. Uncanny, these lines that know me, that know somehow what lurks in the dark corners of my mind half-forgotten. Uncanny that I am both she and he. Uncanny that you should have captured it just so.
It's likely that the discomfort you feel with me is no more than what I feel with you. It's like deja vu or psychic flash for me, disturbingly intimate and unexpected. Unsettling and intriguing. Addictive nevertheless.
But then, you've been inside my head, and you'd know that.
-J
OOOOHHHHHHHH
Date: 2004-07-10 07:15 pm (UTC)God I love it when you cuss! :o)
"even though I read it yesterday." Yes I heard from Liz that you showed it to Jack. But I'd still like to hear about that from you, get another perspective on it, you know?
"Evil, and you'll never let me live that down, will you? You make me want to be evil in return, but that would hardly be fair to you, would it?" Fair? HA! Be unfair - gimme gimme gimme the evil!!
"Hmm... I'll tell you because I know you'll preen over this,(damn straight!) even if it makes you squirm,(as if!) you snarky bitch. (and shouldn't that be capitalized?) So here's the real review, and brace yourself. You're getting more than an "evil evil woman of evil" this time.
***** turn back now? *****
ME? HA!! NEEVVVAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are a true gem, you know. I'm curious, does giving head make your eyes water the way it does Ginny's? Cause I always figured it was just because my gag reflex was so close to the top of my throat, and when sucking a decent sized dick I always have to force it past that point, causing my eyes to water like mad. Funny, that's the only thought that really comes to mind after reading this post, much as I loved it. Well, that and wondering if you are EVER going to get online again? Sometimes talking to you makes me feel like yin to your yang, you know? Not in a sexual way, but mentally. Does that make sense without being intimidating? I know that we don't usually talk unless there's some major trauma going on in your world, but I miss talking to you sometimes.
Re: OOOOHHHHHHHH
Date: 2004-07-11 10:19 am (UTC)Ahhhhh! Now I see why Liz said I was psychic! I was actually just missing you after reading this story again, lol.
Jack was er... captivated. Not on the level I am, but he was definitely aroused. I don't know how much detail I'm capable of going into on his reaction, but it was definitely a good one. *grin*
Yes, my eyes water. It's hard to deep throat without making your water, and I don't believe in the namby pamby stuff. If you're going to do something, you better damn well do it right. Not everyone has a strong gag reflex, obviously, but it took me a while to be able to do that without my boyfriend/one-night-stand/what-have-you thinking I was crying. Liz doesn't have that problem, so it never shows up in her stories. I guess that's why this one particularly hits me. It's so like me.
I shall endeavor to leave an evil review of this nature on Liz's stories. It's just hard to review something if it's been inspired by me, because it's almost like reviewing myself. *headdesk* I will do my damnedest though. How about I review sometime, and you review my review and tell me I've done an ok job. That way I'll know if I've written enough. Darn Liz and her not talkingness.
obediently yours,
J
p.s. I miss talking to you too, and I'm endeavoring to be a social chatter instead of a "oh my god my life is going to hell" chatter. really. just for you. *grin*
Re: OOOOHHHHHHHH
Date: 2004-07-11 10:26 am (UTC)And I will do what I can to review your reviews, but you will have to tell me they are out there. I won't get email messages from her lj.