<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c0/db/77/c0db77cbef981c004a07d1f8d376e85a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Adelaide Meeks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269826.msg13302961#msg13302961)</strong></span><br/>Place:     The Other Side of the Dog's Teeth<br/>Tagging:  The Wicked and the Dead<br/><br/>What do you get for the woman who has everything?<br/><br/>Adelaide had never been one to shy away from indulging her appetites, only drawing short of certain excesses to keep herself from being beheaded, quartered and burned in accordance with so many religious treatises. And so what pleasures were there to dangle in front of such a woman? What do you get for the woman who has everything?<br/><br/>Something she never thought to ask for. Her breath was sharply taken in as in her minds eye she rode a man chained beneath a rising tide, his eyes desperately searching her own to find pity. There was none and he gave his last gasp at the same time he gave his last seed. His trembling throes only served to further her own climax.<br/><br/>Adel blinked and found herself bound tightly by roughly woven hemp, the only inch of her visible her blood reddened lips as she was taken savagely from above. The rope was her and she was the rope, her lust guiding it across her lovers body like a net trap.<br/><br/>She could not breathe as it drew taut around her neck and neither could the man astride her, but had he the air to pass through his lips, he would whisper his complete obsession for her. The need in his reddening blue eyes was enough as she arched her back. She gasped greedily at the air as her neck was uncinched and she flopped beneath him in the grip of her climax.<br/><br/>He crumpled beneath the ropes as they clench in time with her sex, bone giving way as if in the embrace of an anaconda. She blinked again...<br/><br/>She made a man choose between his children, as he let the others fight over the last scrap of bread while they were walled in.<br/><br/>Another watched as she made his wife cry out like he never had. He plucked out his eyes but still he heard every word out of her trembling lips.<br/><br/>Another reached into broken glass to find the antidote for her poison. She had been merciful and hidden it only three feet down.<br/><br/>Another brutalized her just the way she liked, twisting her arm back impossibly as he slammed her against the wall. He finished in her anus and she cackled at him. It was then that the illusion fell and he saw what he had done to his daughter. It had been a mirage, everything he had seen a lie. Just like everything Adelaide Meeks had told him. Except the cackling... that was real.<br/><br/>Meeks at last remembered to breathe as she fell back into the present. She let out an almost insect like rattle as she sighed, "<strong>Someone has been reading my dream journal...</strong>"<br/><br/>She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening out her locks with an air of vanity that clashed with the bloodstains her fingers left through her hair. Adelaide shifted her jaw again experimentally, her fingers at her chin as she pondered the matter for a full second before saying the words she thought would never pass her lips, "<strong>I accept your proposal...</strong>"<br/><br/>She gracefully fell to one knee, allowing her head to bow. Never one for cards or tea leaves, she liked her fortunes laid out via augury. If she felt a question was important enough to trouble the gods, then it was worth bleeding for. Her blood was scattered beneath her and in it she saw every rapture she wanted and those she had not yet ventured to think upon.<br/><br/>Adel spat on the crimson splatter, idly tracing out her signature across the floor,<strong>"I shall send souls running from that world of pain and into your embrace, my Queen."</strong>