Requiem of Love (Erik's Side of the Story)
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
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Adult ++
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,082
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Taste of Heaven
Warning: Flowery metaphors approaching :0 ; hope you're not allergic .
Holding her in my arms, I leaned in and lured her lips to meet mine. At first, we kissed devastatingly slow; trying hard to make each one last, until our mouths became stricken with a sense of urgency and our pace quickened. My hands waltzed their way down her back, caressing it. I placed one hand gently on her neck, as I lifted her face to look into my eyes. “I love you,” I whispered, before continuing to kiss her. I trailed my tongue across her lips and it received a most welcoming response. Her tongue met mine, eager to meet its acquaintance, as it entered her mouth. “Mmmm,” I relished. It was warm, wet, silky soft and still tasted of sweet Brandy wine. Soft sighs escaped us as we shared our mouths with one another, breaking contact only long enough to catch our breaths. I wasn’t about to let her go any longer than I absolutely had to.
She ran her soft, nimble fingers along my chest and shoulders, tugging at the corners of my robe. After releasing the ties, I tore myself free of its bindings, letting it sink to the floor. She abandoned my mouth for an instant, and turned her attention to my neck. Her tongue felt like a hot flame licking my skin. In response, I let out what sounded like a low growl. When she began running her tantalizing lips along my shoulders and chest more sounds of animalistic arousal escaped. I could barely contain the beast within me and at this point hardly wanted to. I instantly lifted her up by her thighs and pressed her into my waist. I kissed her hungrily, planning to carry her straight to my bed, but couldn’t wait that long. I walked a few steps, before lowering us to the floor. I carefully settled my body on top of hers. Our lips still engaged, my hands wandered her thighs and lifted her camisole higher and higher. With one arm, I raised her hands high over her head and with the other pulled her free of the lacy fabric, tossing it aside.
There she lay nearly naked, except for her pantelettes. My eyes widened at her exposed flesh, feasting on its glory. “You’re so beautiful,” I said, as I began making slow, wide circles across her soft and supple breasts with my tongue. It traced them over, then under, around and in between. I watched in delight as her nipples hardened and peaked towards the ceiling. I gently pinched her left one between my thumb and forefinger, while continuing to let my mouth savor the right one. “Mmmmm,” I sang.
“Ooohhhhhhh Erik,” she moaned softly.
I moved my face lower and lower, trailing deep wet kisses along her ribs, belly, and outer hips until my face rested comfortably between those inviting thighs. I pulled away her one last obstruction of clothing and put them aside. “You have a perfect flower,” I exclaimed as I gazed between her partially open legs. I gently stroked her with my fingertips. “Such soft petals,” I sighed. I was intoxicated by her aroma and immediately wanted to taste her. Her fresh flower’s own scent was laced with the scent of Gardenias from the soaps she must have used; an irresistible combination. I slowly spread her tender petals apart and placed a light kiss on her once hidden bud, causing her knees to jerk. “Oh Angel, don’t you like it? Shall I continue?” I asked, uncertain if this was something she wanted.
“Yes,” her voice quivered.
“Good Angel, good, because it would give me such great pleasure to tend to your flower.”
Before continuing, I wrapped my arms around her potentially wild legs and secured them, fearing she’d start kicking and I’d lose an eye. Once again, I spread the soft folds of flesh and began stroking them with my tongue. I wanted to cover every angle possible, twirling up and down and from side to side, but made sure to save her most sensitive area for last. She grabbed my hair and tightened her hips around my face as my tongue delved inside her. The way she arched her spine beckoned me to delve even deeper. I began pressing my mouth harder against her, making suckling noises while trying to extract her sweet nectar. Her eyes started to flutter and her knees began to tremble. I knew there was one more thing to be done before propelling her into the heavens. I gently slid a finger inside her, ever-so-slightly, and devoted my attention to her now very swollen, pink bud. I grazed its tip with my tongue, before holding it entirely captive with my lips. The once mild tremors in her legs became more intense as they worked their way up her body. I held my mouth fastened to her while peeking up just in time to watch as her eyes rolled back in their sockets. My Angel started shaking so violently it looked as if she were possessed by a 1,000 demons, which pleased me to no end. Once her body settled down, I was relieved to hear heavy breathing, fearing she might have lost consciousness from her excitement.
“Erik, what was that?!” She asked panting and confused.
“I believe my dear, you’ve just had your FIRST Phantomgasm,” I said, lifting my head and smiling with pride.
I rested my head on her thigh for a moment, before trailing kisses down her legs.
“Oh Erik, that was so amazing!” she exclaimed.
“Well there’s more to come, Angel, so much more.” I told her. “You’ve on begun to taste my desire for you,” I thought to myself, as I lifted her off the floor and carried her to my bed.
Holding her in my arms, I leaned in and lured her lips to meet mine. At first, we kissed devastatingly slow; trying hard to make each one last, until our mouths became stricken with a sense of urgency and our pace quickened. My hands waltzed their way down her back, caressing it. I placed one hand gently on her neck, as I lifted her face to look into my eyes. “I love you,” I whispered, before continuing to kiss her. I trailed my tongue across her lips and it received a most welcoming response. Her tongue met mine, eager to meet its acquaintance, as it entered her mouth. “Mmmm,” I relished. It was warm, wet, silky soft and still tasted of sweet Brandy wine. Soft sighs escaped us as we shared our mouths with one another, breaking contact only long enough to catch our breaths. I wasn’t about to let her go any longer than I absolutely had to.
She ran her soft, nimble fingers along my chest and shoulders, tugging at the corners of my robe. After releasing the ties, I tore myself free of its bindings, letting it sink to the floor. She abandoned my mouth for an instant, and turned her attention to my neck. Her tongue felt like a hot flame licking my skin. In response, I let out what sounded like a low growl. When she began running her tantalizing lips along my shoulders and chest more sounds of animalistic arousal escaped. I could barely contain the beast within me and at this point hardly wanted to. I instantly lifted her up by her thighs and pressed her into my waist. I kissed her hungrily, planning to carry her straight to my bed, but couldn’t wait that long. I walked a few steps, before lowering us to the floor. I carefully settled my body on top of hers. Our lips still engaged, my hands wandered her thighs and lifted her camisole higher and higher. With one arm, I raised her hands high over her head and with the other pulled her free of the lacy fabric, tossing it aside.
There she lay nearly naked, except for her pantelettes. My eyes widened at her exposed flesh, feasting on its glory. “You’re so beautiful,” I said, as I began making slow, wide circles across her soft and supple breasts with my tongue. It traced them over, then under, around and in between. I watched in delight as her nipples hardened and peaked towards the ceiling. I gently pinched her left one between my thumb and forefinger, while continuing to let my mouth savor the right one. “Mmmmm,” I sang.
“Ooohhhhhhh Erik,” she moaned softly.
I moved my face lower and lower, trailing deep wet kisses along her ribs, belly, and outer hips until my face rested comfortably between those inviting thighs. I pulled away her one last obstruction of clothing and put them aside. “You have a perfect flower,” I exclaimed as I gazed between her partially open legs. I gently stroked her with my fingertips. “Such soft petals,” I sighed. I was intoxicated by her aroma and immediately wanted to taste her. Her fresh flower’s own scent was laced with the scent of Gardenias from the soaps she must have used; an irresistible combination. I slowly spread her tender petals apart and placed a light kiss on her once hidden bud, causing her knees to jerk. “Oh Angel, don’t you like it? Shall I continue?” I asked, uncertain if this was something she wanted.
“Yes,” her voice quivered.
“Good Angel, good, because it would give me such great pleasure to tend to your flower.”
Before continuing, I wrapped my arms around her potentially wild legs and secured them, fearing she’d start kicking and I’d lose an eye. Once again, I spread the soft folds of flesh and began stroking them with my tongue. I wanted to cover every angle possible, twirling up and down and from side to side, but made sure to save her most sensitive area for last. She grabbed my hair and tightened her hips around my face as my tongue delved inside her. The way she arched her spine beckoned me to delve even deeper. I began pressing my mouth harder against her, making suckling noises while trying to extract her sweet nectar. Her eyes started to flutter and her knees began to tremble. I knew there was one more thing to be done before propelling her into the heavens. I gently slid a finger inside her, ever-so-slightly, and devoted my attention to her now very swollen, pink bud. I grazed its tip with my tongue, before holding it entirely captive with my lips. The once mild tremors in her legs became more intense as they worked their way up her body. I held my mouth fastened to her while peeking up just in time to watch as her eyes rolled back in their sockets. My Angel started shaking so violently it looked as if she were possessed by a 1,000 demons, which pleased me to no end. Once her body settled down, I was relieved to hear heavy breathing, fearing she might have lost consciousness from her excitement.
“Erik, what was that?!” She asked panting and confused.
“I believe my dear, you’ve just had your FIRST Phantomgasm,” I said, lifting my head and smiling with pride.
I rested my head on her thigh for a moment, before trailing kisses down her legs.
“Oh Erik, that was so amazing!” she exclaimed.
“Well there’s more to come, Angel, so much more.” I told her. “You’ve on begun to taste my desire for you,” I thought to myself, as I lifted her off the floor and carried her to my bed.