βa possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .β for Leonelle?
thank you! I've been thinking about Leonelle/Nyrissa recently. So woe, toxic yuri upon ye. This is the encounter I can see happening for Leonelle in the house >:3
In this decrepit manor, Leonelle finds herself in a throne room. The crumbling walls are covered in vines, slowly taking over the once lushly appointed room. She has no memory of how she ended up here. A portal, her closest companions at her back, the ticking of a clock. Everything else is hazy. Her friends are gone, taken gods-know where. She finds she doesn't care.
Nyrissa's fingers prick her skin. Every touch is like a thorn digging into her skin, desire bleeding out from countless tiny scratches. Their connected dreamscape has always had a tautness to it, like their want for one another will make it snap at any moment, but this... this is the real thing. She thinks. It feels real. Like she belongs here.
She feels Nyrissa's fingers dig further into the flesh at the back of her neck, warm trickles of blood spilling from underneath the nymph's nails. Leonelle lets out a small gasp of both pain and pleasure at the sensation, arching further into her touch.
"A simple yes is all I require" Nyrissa breathes against her ear. It is humid, like the moisture sticking to your skin after a spring rainfall, "and this sweet, sweet moment can be your eternity."
Her fingers scrape down over the back of her neck, winding themselves in her thick curls, tilting her head back to expose the column of her throat. Nyrissa places lips as soft as moss to the pale flesh β and Leonelle melts underneath her.
"We have fought for so long," Leonelle sighs, her hand limply reaching up to touch the apex of Nyrissa's wings, between her shoulder blades. It feels almostβ¦velvety. "I am so tired of fighting."
She does not feel Nyrissa's smirk against her neck, does not realise how close she is to the precipice of surrender. Only the bite of a thorny kiss over gooseflesh, over the soft shape of her jaw, her lips.
"So be it."
Then there is the shattering sound of a thousand screams and a thousand dark mirrors. A drop. The sudden contact with a cold, hard floor. When Leonelle opens her eyes, her breast heaving for air, she finds she is alone and in a strange corridor. Tears well up in the corner of her eyes, her bottom lip trembling. Something warm and sticky trickles down her neck. She reaches to touch the back of her neck. Droplets of blood around blooming bruises. Thorn scratches cover her throat. Nyrissa's marks. Desire is replaced with shame. Disgust.
My foolish hound β comes a mocking purr in her head. Welcome to your new home. Do stay put until I have dealt with your lackeys.
KISS & TELL PROMPTS















