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You Little Viper
By : AllannaStone
Category: M through R > Phantom of the Opera
Views: 3194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera. I am not making any money off of this story. - Chapter List
You Little Viper
I do not own anything. Just James/ Jenna. SUMMERY: When Joseph Buquet dies at the hands of the phantom, his child takes it into hands to kills the notorius opera ghost... A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: Many thank yous to my good friend, Angel Rose, for proofreading my fanfictions!!! He gently placed me onto his giant bed before turning to rumage around in his even bigger wardrobe for a few moments. He came back up with loose fitting trousers and a blouse, both which he laid down next to me before removing my shirt. I squeaked and covered my plentiful breasts with my palms, looking at him as though he was the black death. He ignored me and carefully removed my trousers next, piling them with my soked shirt. It was then that I knew what he was doing. “I can dress myself, thank you very much!” I sassed him, grabbing the new clothing and jumping into them as fast as I could. I turned to bark at him only to see that he was also changing from his cum stained clothes into a much simpler outfit that consisted of tight fitting black trousers and a white shirt that was open at the chest, showing off a thick pelt of black hair. I turned my gaze away from him and instead began to untangle my (normally) unruly main of long, dark curls. If there was one thing about me that I loved dearly, then it was my hair. I had refused to allow Papa to cut it, even when I was masquareding as a lad. Papa. In all the excitement, I had almsot forgotten about how I had ended up with this murderer. I jumped as I felt something touch my head. I spun around, ready to yell at the phantom when I discovered that it was just a hairbrush. He was trying to brush my hair? “I am not a fragile china doll, I can take care of myself just fine on my own, thank you!” I snarled at him, grabbing the hairbrush and furiously begining to tackle my hair. I winced several times as the brush hit knots that had built up in the past two or three days that I had been trapped down in this hell hole. “Jenna,” he growled. “I am trying to help you get adjusted to your new life.” “My new life?” I snapped. “I did not ask to live down here with you! How dare you try and deterime what I do and don’t want?” In my anger, I threw the brush at him. He caught it before it could clobber his unmasked face. I was by this point, in a rage. I shouted and screamed at him until he became fed up with me. He grabbed me and pinned me to the bed, an animal like growl ripping from his throat. Me? I just spat in his face. Not the smartest thing to do, I know. I could see that he was trying to rein in his anger, but he was failing to do so. Finally, he pulled down my trousers and hauled me towards the edge of the bed, where he disposed me of my pants. He ripped his shirt off and began to attack my soaking womanhood with his kisses. I yelped loudly at the strange sensation that was quickly taking over my body. I gripped the bedsheets tightly with my hands and arched my body upwards. He held my hips down with one hand while he stroaked my nubbling with his thumb and forefinger. Finally, after what seemed to be several hours, I found my release with a loud cry. I sat up quickly, glaring at the phantom, who had swallowed my juices and was standing up slowly. “Next time, I’ll rape you,” he growled, jerking me up and grabbing my trousers. He then walked enxt door to my room and tossed me onto the bed before taking his leave. I sat there, on my bed, my fingers stroking my still soaking pussy. The feeling that he had left me with was wonderous. So wonderous, that I wondered if I could do it on my own...- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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