Glory | By : AngelOfMorpheus Category: 1 through F > Dark Crystal Views: 5953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I do not own any Dark Cystal character. I do own Glory, for she was made up by me. I am no making any money from this, it is for entertainment only. Thank you.
Glory was
walking along a rarely traveled path. She liked it because of the lack of
people. The little girl was all of eight and she had a strong mind and strong
opinions. The hem of her green dress brushed her ankles as she walked. She
breathed in the night air deeply. She loved the night. It was always so
peaceful. She screamed as something grabbed her. It picked her up and carted
her off. She screamed and kicked but nothing worked. She was swept away to the
Dark Castle that night, and put into servitude, slavery. She was lucky in one
capacity… she did not have her mind taken from her. They did not drain her.
Ten years
she spent as a personal slave of the Emperor. Ten years of filling his goblet
at meals and keeping his personal quarters clean. Her room was set up off of
his. It was separated by a dark red curtain instead of a door for all the
better for him to call on her. She may not have liked being a slave, but she
gave no excuse to be mistreated.
The Emperor was still on the young side as
Skeksis go. He was, however, on the gnarly side and his skin was leathery. His
face was thin and his nose and mouth were beaklike. He always wore heavy robes
threaded with either silver or gold. Colors varied from black mixed with either
blues, reds, or purples. His hands were elongated and thin covered with the
same tough leather skin as the rest of him. His eyes were so light a blue they
were almost white. His skin shades of tan.
Glory, on the other hand, had grown up into
human woman loveliness. Her hair was shades of gold that flowed to her wrists
when loosened. Her eyes were a startling shade of green. Her bone structure was
delicate, and her skin soft and fair. She was shorter then all the Skeksis
standing only five foot nine while the shortest Skeksis was six foot two. She
looked dwarfed to the Emperor’s seven feet.
This night the Emperor was reclining in one of
the few chairs in his quarters. It was large to fit his frame and was a deep
shade of blue. His eyes watched as Glory busied herself with cleaning the room.
His voice was on the high side, but not terribly so. Glory went to get the
wine. His thoughts strayed to the female being in general. There were so few
Skeksis woman. Out off all thirty Skeksis only nine were female. None of them
held his interest. He did not like the hard skin and bony bodies they had. He
took his pleasure as he saw fit however. He held out his goblet and Glory
filled it. His eyes roamed over her and he smiled.
Glory was interrupted in her chore of cleaning
and went off to the corner of the room that held the wine. She turned around
with the bottle and knew he was deep in thought, but she couldn’t guess about
what. She walked over and poured the red liquid into his waiting glass. Keeping
her eye on it so she wouldn’t spill any so she didn’t see him smile. She was
surprised when his other hand gripped her wrist. She fought an urge to pull
away.
He’s happy to find her as soft as she looks.
His gaze traveled to her mouth and a wicked grin spread over his face for he
suddenly had an idea. He set his glass on the nearby stand. He felt her tugging
to get free but he held her tight and she stopped. “Perfect.” His voice was
soft.
As soon as Glory heard him say this she became
panicked and tried to pull away, but his grip became painfully tight so she
stopped all movement. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her and she
didn’t like the way he spoke. She watched in something akin to horror as the
Emperor kept his left hand on her wrist and with the other started to peel at
the thick and layered black and purple robes. He finally got them out of the
way and his partial erect member was freed. She started to tug in honest now,
sickened. His hold was still tight.
“Don’t make me hurt you.” He pushed her down to
her knees in front of his parted legs. The lanky appendages were now on either
side of her. He released her wrist and moved his gnarly hand behind her head to
bring her forward. His other hand took hers and put them on the base of his
staff. He guided them up, and then down making him full erect. He was enjoying
the feel of her soft, supple hands on his penis. It was better then anything he
had felt so far and he could not wait for her mouth to be on him.
Glory was fearful and sickened. He was only the
size of a quarter in diameter, but he was thirteen inches long. His hand fell
away from hers and she would have stopped if she weren’t so afraid of him. His
other hand was pushing her closer to his erect member and she shook her head.
He slapped her gently. Though his gently send her head to one side and brought
tears to her eyes. He touched the place he just hit with a feather light touch,
like he was trying to apologize for hitting her, but that seemed too absurd to
her. Then he brought her head to him until the tip was against her lip and she
fought hard not to pull away and be sick. Unable to do anything else she parted
her lips and brought his nether head into her mouth.
He groaned and tangled both hands into her
silky hair. He was in ecstasy as her delightfully textured tongue swirled about
the swollen head. Her hands were running up and down the base and she sucked on
the tip. Her hands went between a grip and a light touch and it was driving him
wild. Even though she had been here since childhood he could have sworn she had
done this before, or maybe it was the softness of her hands and mouth.
She may have hated it but she kept it up. She
didn’t want him to hurt her. She moved her hands over the base and alternated
between sucking and licking. It got worse when a fluid started to come out. It
was slow at first, but burst into her mouth with such a force that she choked
and pulled back coughing, and he let her.
He didn’t think anything could feel as good as
her mouth on his stiff member. It felt so wonderful that he came with great
force. He didn’t hold her to him and let her pull away. He felt a little sorry
for choking her. He realized that this was something that she was unprepared
for, but he was sated now and happy. He closed his robes and let her run off to
her room. He watched her go.
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