Liebesträume Notturno

This short one-shot was written for "The Heiress" fanfiction contest, it had to be exactly five-hundred words, and be a 'lusty thought'. Contains sex, incest, non-consent.

"Liebestraume Notturno"

Liebesträume- German, ("Dreams of Love")

Notturno- Italian, ("Nocturnal, of the Night")

How beautiful she was.

Gorgous. Immaculate. Angelic. In both body, mind, voice...Almost too much. It was his downfall. It was his weakness. It's what stopped him from putting a bullet through that magnificent body of hers, it's what swayed his thoughts from murder to lust. It made his loins pulse, turn tender and sensitive to touch. It made even him blush, whole body racking with emotion for the first time in so long...How he craved for her. Like the forbidden fruit that dangled from the tree of knowledge, the sinuous, sensual snake she was, offering it. Desire. Heated, pulsed, coursing through his fevered veins.

A sensation pulsed within his neither regions, brimming with a growing flame. Like a torch turning a hot blue before it extinguished. He gazed upon her face, taught with sensation. She was so unsure what to feel, how to express it, whether to show it or not. Perhaps she felt it was wrong to feel such things, guilty and shamed. The girl must have felt so horrible. So torn. Her own body betraying her against her will, her brain racing back in forth as it fought it's own morals and values. It delighted him in ways he couldn't imagine. The girl's eyes went from open to closed, looking to the side or up, averting his gaze which never left her face. Watching for any hint of pain or discomfort. Protest never escaped her lips after he began, biting down on them instead to prevent cries of pleasure, though she didn't always succeed.

The feeling built even higher, reaching the peak, one he recognized well. So well that he was versed in ways to handle it. Hips grinding even further into each other, he embedded himself to his hilt within her, his pelvis bucked forward violently in release. Crying out as he spilled inside her, a gush which filled the entrance to her cervix. Her tight, virgin canal spasmed, squeezed, pulsated in involuntary excitement and enthusiasm around his endowed phallus. Her voice rang in the air as she moaned and gasped in absolution as she came when he did, their screams meeting as one in the air, uniting like their bodies. He dizzied, feeling the room spin, seeing his lover flush a vibrant red in sexual defeat. Every atom in her body, pulsed, tingled with electricity, energy as she recovered from their combined, spectacular orgasm, with regretful tears streaming from her strained eyes. To his surprise, she whispered to him as he then kissed her jawline...

"I...love you-"

He heard it, she was here. The notes crashed down as he was jolted from his fantasy, from his wonderful day dream, hands falling onto the piano keys in haste. The dream turned him hard, that would be dealt with later. He stood up, taking his flintlock in his hand as he tapped it into his other palm, and walked slowly around the piano, just out of her sight.

"Ah, Fiona! I see you've finally awakened..."