La Chateau d'Ausus

I am missing something. My weary eyes are raised to my broken hand and I feel nothing. I tilt my head curiously watching me seep over her dress, the stain building in the white.. the red.. the white.

I achingly scoot and crawl to just before her and collapse. I cradle my softly bleeding head into her lap, I lay there bleeding on her, on me. Broken. She said something.. here and no where else? Where?

Why is this so hard for me? Why? Inside I am screaming, but something isn't clicking. Ugh. I am nothing.

My eyes look to my blood stained hand, and it's both mine and isn't. It's hers and isn't. I am sure I am losing it now.

A thought crosses my mind, it makes me smirk. I lift my head and kiss my palm softly and then her dress my lips leaving a lipstick and blood mark on the white.


There. I kissed it and made it all better.
 
she amazes me...god she does...there's a reason we are doing this...a reason I will find any fear she has and push her against it...because I know, I fucking absolutely know she will not break.

I grab her poor hand...and I know I'll be helping her with that soon...and kiss it...hard...deep...my face buried in her palm...smearing the red all around my lips and cheeks



do you want to kiss me?
 
Gasping in pain as she kisses my hand and I arch, tightly, aware of every movement of her lips.

do you want to kiss me?

She doesn't even have to ask again before my cut hand is in her hair and pulling her lips to mine. I take in the metallic taste of my own blood, and whimper, the combination of pain, fear, blood and her.. is very heady indeed.
 
I spend half a second cursing her...how she can destroy everything I plan with just a kiss and I'm going to, sooner or later, teach her...and myself...a lesson about that...

and then its gone and I'm kissing her and drowing in the metalic taste and her lust and THIS IS WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO FUCKING BE ALWAYS...my legs unfold and wrap around her, the heels of my shoes digging in her on her lower back, one hand in her hair, pulling her to me as much as I am pulled by her....my other hand reaches out for the bloody one and squeeze with fingernails and I feel the pain in her kiss, and her scream into my mouth
 
Oh dear lord she is wrapped around me, and the pain.. the pain.. I feel like dying and yet.. my only lifeline is her.

I melt into the kiss, her lips soft and insistent, marking me as hers, this as powerful as her words, the way she cuts me.

We both pay for this dearly.
 
my hand is reaching...searching...finding the bowl...grabbing a slice of glass...and I break our kiss...


for you


m hand squeezes, crushes, my face curls into pain...tears...for a moment or two, the only sound is crimson falling on ancient carved wood...and then I'm crying...and then kissing again, but my hand never releasing its grip on the sharp...my hand slowly going numb from pain...and I whimper as we gasp for air...


please...please be mine...
 
I taste her tears, as she cuts herself for me.

Breaking the kiss, I haul myself up and wrap my legs around her, I cradle her hand in mine, and open it slowly, staring down at the bleeding palm. Her whimpers of pain makes me wince and I cry, my tears fall from my cheeks and begin to clean the blood from her palm. I look up into her eyes and try to smile.


In blood and tears we are bound.
 
Unable to stop crying...though the pain is just a static noise in the back of my mind...I turn us...let us slip to the floor and guide us to the full length mirror...both of us facing her, her in front of me...white gowns and faces covered in the red of our bodies

look how beautiful you are
 
I gasp and see myself through her eyes and we are both radiant, fearsome, and beautiful. I turn to her and wrap my arms around her. Wincing only softly.

I am, as you are.
 
Lifting her in my arms, I bring us back to the table and set her down on it gently...I reach into my clutch and pull out the gift

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And place it around her neck

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And then I am left with no choice.
I fall to my knees for her
 
I am speechless. I am stunned. Though we had spoken of this moment, I knew it was coming, I weep. She is so amazing, and I am hers in so many ways. I turn my neck softly and feel her with me. Everywhere I go now, I am hers, connected to her.

She kneels before me and I slide to the floor and gather her in my arms. We are both torn and bleeding, and so very much in love. I would do this for no other.


Thank you.. for being you my beautiful Mistress.
 
unable to imagine wanting to do this to anyone but her...our blood and tears mixed...my heart torn with hers as our hands...


Thank you for being my My Delight

and I'm kissing her and I can't remember the last time I was this happy and did something that felt so right...and I'm trying very hard to not think about the bactine...her lips and tongue quickly make me forget anything but her....and that she belongs to me
 
I am so happy, no words can describe how I feel.. I want to weep with joy and dance all night, with her in my arms. Her, it's her, it's always my Vail.

Our lips and bodies are pressed together, and I wrap my broken self around her, breathing her in, needing her close.


Is it time to clean you up?
 
giggling...I'm 14 with my first real crush...but it is so much more

Clean me up?
Who am I to deny you anything?
 
I giggle myself, and we are like girls again, not women who just tore each other apart. I am so content.. so happy. My bleeding hand reaches for hers and I smile at her. I drag her then from the ballroom, and head into my shower, and gingerly I remove her clothes and then my own, and both of us step into the shower, the water turning red with our blood as it is washed from our bodies.

I am so lucky to have you.

I bring her palm to my lips and kiss it making sure that the wound is cleaned.

I am in awe. Of you.

I kneel in the shower then and kiss the tops of her feet as the hot water pours over us both.
 
the hot water is almost overwhelming in and of itself...the steam...you...

and you...as my possession...oh my god I almost can't wrap my head around the idea


My One...my god, what have we done?

and I'm giggling...and shivering as you kiss my feet...because it is more...real...now.

You are still going to fuck me like I'm a flithy animal right?

And still push me to go new places, right?
 
You are still going to fuck me like I'm a flithy animal right?

And still push me to go new places, right?

Laughs and looks up at her, blinking as the water tries to blind me

How long do you think before your pretty little neck is also covered?

I stand, grin softly and push her against the wall and just as quickly my lips are on hers and my fingers are buried in her wet heat, stroking her clit. And I do all of this.. without asking.
 
Laughs and looks up at her, blinking as the water tries to blind me

How long do you think before your pretty little neck is also covered?

I stand, grin softly and push her against the wall and just as quickly my lips are on hers and my fingers are buried in her wet heat, stroking her clit. And I do all of this.. without asking.

My neck?

tears start and then she';s on me because she knows damn fucking well that she has insane power over me and she's inside me and I'm whole and my cunt has been twitching all night and my body is already shaking

oh god...oh fucking god baby you are mine mine mine...I...I....

and I can't believe I stopped kissing her and I need that mouth back on me and so I take it and this is me...complete
 
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Here are the simple rules, if I know you and have invited you here, please feel free to make the place your own, if I have not and do not know you, then kindly stay out, but please feel free to make my acquaintance, s'il vous plaît.

For the tour, Mesdames et Messieurs, this is the entrance to my sister's gardens..
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La salle á manger et la salon...
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My Drunken Angel's Bedroom- this is her space for long as she is expelled from heaven.
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Chronical_Tenko's Lab and Think Tank at the Chateau (for his use only)
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Now this room has been created especially for the use of Vail_Indigo. It took my designers weeks to get the color and the design just right. I had it created this way so that she would be the most important fixture in the room. The room does not live unless she is in it.
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Et finalement... my bedroom.
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Yes, in case you were wondering, there are places for the training and pleasure of those who understand and pursue the darker arts of sex, meaning- BDSM. Please remember the tenets and be safe, sane and consensual.
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I have a staff for your every whim to be filled, and I ask that you respect each other and all guests to the chateau. Amusez-vous mes amours!

This space has been cleaned... previous scene will be treasured forever.
 
Angel curls up in the very center of her mattress, the canopy's gauze immediately closing around her. She lays quiet and still, eyes closed. In her mind is the night sky, is her body in a glade, surrounded by cool night air. Forest sounds soothe her and the moon's light is like a touch, soft and gentle. She allows herself to sink into that quiet.
 
I awaken and spread my wings, pure, white and soft. I walk to the closet and select an outift. Gone now is the sadness, the lonliness and the fear. This is what I shall be, pure, holy, free from guilt, free from guile. Its a facade and I know it, but its my facade and in it I will lie.

The other I banish, far away, deep inside, pushed to the edges of my mind. Pushed beyond.
 
Delivered to Angels Room
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I know that you are hurting... stay here for as long as you need it. My home is your home. I love you to pieces sweet girl.

Kisses, Aus.
 
I pull the flowers out of their vase and hold them against me, wetness and all. Lying on my side, I curl up to the smell of roses, face buried against their petals.
 
Release

Well, they drew the battle lines in the sand
What they did not realise was
This was not a line she chose to cross
Nor one that bothered her,
Deep in her soul
For that line was her freedom
From all that she had been made to feel
She could never achieve…no, not her!
Oh! What a long path she had travelled
What demons she has wrestled with along the way
Never short of confirmation from the other side
That this was all her fault
In agony of spirit she has called out
To her God and her 'mother' to somehow
Penetrate her inner being, understand the turmoil
That drove her to want to take her life
The silence was deafening,
The prayers fell
On arid ground for she had become a burden
An embarrassment, a failure, not “conventional”
So, she took these things into her wounded heart
And many dark nights she endured,
questioning,
doubting

Then they drew that precious line in the sand
Between life and death,
success or failure
Acceptance or possible ridicule
And her heart almost broke out of her chest
So powerful was the affirmation,
SO profound the knowledge


"Your path is not their path
Your sky is not their sky
Nor your world their world
Although you share in that
Matrix of dreams"


And the universe unfolded
And she saw with new eyes her kin
Not born of this world
But birthed in the spirit
And her heart shape-shifted
Into a mighty eagle
As it soared away

and the stars laughed
And welcomed her home...

By Alison Stormcloud

For my Angel :heart:
 
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