Feel

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The walls of the harem were ironically decorated with escalating pictures of an infant's life span. The baby had beautiful blonde hair that curled at the tips, its eyes were deep hollows of chocolate brown and the cherubic cheeks were pale pink. Happy baby.


Christopher thought back to his own childhood. Pariahs for parents- their leeching ways sucking and devouring the dreams and ambitions of their children-not to mention the bank balance of a particularly talented, naive and dramatic teenager that grew to be Christopher Kidd.

His gaze softened. He loved his sister though. Adored her. His angel of a sister who ended up under the Brooklyn bridge; her eyes stunned wide, naked, gagged and bound by her own underwear and her heart stunned still. Her skin was ice and death.


Christopher blanched and wiped his sweat-sodden hair. He needed a cigarette. Fuckit. a room at the end of the hall was ajar and he silently moved to it. he could light up in there and perhaps coax the always-willing Otis to do his vulgar bidding.

His mouth twitched in a tiny smile.

"....prince in the woods to kiss...."
Christopher frowned and pushed at the door with a large hand, the deep purple of a gemstone ring glinted under flickering lights.


His blood ran cold.

A roaring, malicious beast reared its head, its eyes glinting amethyst and its fangs bared. The unicorn was suddenly under a bronzed bridge with rust flicking specks onto her ivory face, her turquoise eyes open and her body that of  fourteen year old Cara Kidd; the small childlike breasts bared in vulgar, unintentional pride.

On her hip was a small cigarette burn.

With inhumane strength and even more discipline, he merely shoved the monster to the floor.

"I will hunt you, I will kill you. Get out. " He growled and the monster scampered out of the room.

The unicorn tiredly craned her neck and her eyes widened in recognition and shock.
"Christopher?" she rasped.

His heart tugged painfully and an overwhelming tenderness filled him. Her sinful body, scarred with sex and experience was a shrine and her face was a godlike scupture of perfection.

"I've got you, baby. I got you." he murmured and fell to his knees at the side of the bed.

She visibly swallowed and her aquamarine eyes filled with tears. She nodded.


Chtistopher softly stroked her cheek where a drug-induced rash had formed, then his fingers fluttered over her closed eyelids. she sighed contently. His eyes travelled over her beautifully battered body, a stirring in his loins reminding his that this indeed was the object that had kept him entranced since their meeting. This was strange. He was not used to being the deliverer of pleasure; and not in this foreign tenderness either.

He slowly unbounded her, his body responding at the lacy sheerness of her underwear.

Lord, help.

She laid before him with her legs wantonly spread, her eyes trusting but guarded. Her nipples pebbled beneath his intense gaze and he realized he could not be indifferent and as tender as he initially thought.


"You're too beautiful for your own good." he softly said.

He swept a golden lock behind her ear and she smiled beatific. His chest constricted and an unexplicable feeling surged through him. She had to be his. He wanted to own her; posess her. He needed her.


"Christopher?" she sighed, her eyes closed. Her voice was tremulous.

Christopher unbuttoned his coat and laid down beside her and softly stroked her bare stomach, silvery stretchmarks crawling over her sun-darkened skin, with his long fingers. Her eyes were hooded and he wanted to unmask them; what was she hiding?

"Yes?" he whispered. She turned to him, her lips parted. "Do y-" and he silenced her. with his mouth.


It was heaven. It wasn't.


It hurt. It didn't.


He moaned and softly bit her lower lip as she fit herself to him, her bare legs wrapping around his lower half and then her slender arms around his neck. they puzzled together like the yin-yang tattoo etched on Christopher's lower back. Perfect opposites. A moment of complete silence followed, their laboured breathing the only disturbance. Their eyes were locked in a heated embrace- perhaps even more intimate than their entwined bodies. Snow slowly smiled.  


"Do you know my name?"


He paused, his fingers hovering over her belly. unicorn. He hadn't even thought about that. To him, she wasn't human. she was an entity, a creature sent to tempt him- a succubus to lure him to hell. Maybe even an angel to give him faith.


"It's Snow," she said. Pure. Good. Angelic.
"it works," he said.

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