Mirror, Mirror-YumeMirror, Mirror: YumeMirror, Mirror-Yume in Erotic More Like This
By: Kitsuna Ri
On the wall
Here I stand
But soon, I'll fall
Locked onto me.
Only to open
With his words
And with his will.
A free will
I never can have
Pale, lips quivered with fear and slight anticipation as large, rough hands caressed slender hips.
Cold lips brushed against his ear, the words sending a chill down his back. He couldn't resist, he couldn't fight. He could only do what Selphin admitted.
His hair was brought out of its tie, his small bit of clothing tossed to the floor. And he could do nothing.
Pushed down roughly, falling back on silk sheets. He gazes up at the cold, hungry eyes that looked over his body.
If only he could close his own, and try to wish this all away.
But with that first thrust, his voice cries out, his back arches and he wants to pull away. To escape this man. To escape this fate and slaved destiny.
I'm a slave
Winning the RoseWinning the roseWinning the Rose in General More Like This
By: Kitsuna Ri
Chapter one: Wooing the bud
Hurry up now Sakura. Were already late and I know that Noah will have a fit. Especially if he finds out why I was late
Sakuya Tsurugi motioned to his twin sister as he walked up the steps to a large mansion, shifting the heavy bags that held all of their belongings. There wasnt much, but he still wouldnt let his sister carry anything. So Sakura followed behind, looking around the large yard.
Everything was so beautiful. An amazing change from what they had come from. She sighed softly and looked up at the large doors. She had been surprised when Saku announced, just that day, that they would be moving in with his newest boyfriend, the famous Noah Locke. Besides the fact that Noah was rich and an albino, Sakura really didnt know anything about Noah. And quite honestly, she didnt think her brother knew much more either. Save for how good he was in bed.
She really wondered if
Take it Back-Pushing It SequelTake it backTake it Back-Pushing It Sequel in Short Stories More Like This
Sequel to Pushing It
By: Kitsuna Ri
Suzu groaned, his head aching with a migraine and his body sore. "What the hell?" He sat up, rubbing his temples and keeping his eyes closed. He was afraid to find out if it was day or night outside, knowing with his luck it would be day, and a very bright day at that.
"Ne, Saku, did we drink or something last night?"
Try as he might, he just couldn't remember anything from the previous day. He remembered some brief flashes, but nothing to help him figure out why he felt the way he did. "Saku?" There was still no response from his red headed lover, not even his usual annoyed grunt when he was being woken up too early.
Suzu cautiously cracked open one eye and looked over to where Saku would normally be sleeping. But he wasn't there. But what Suzu saw made him instantly forget all of his pain.
There was blood, all on Saku's pillow and on the sheets. What the hell had happened? He glanced down at his hands and found dried blood all o
Be MinePlease Read Comments before readingBe Mine in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
By: Kitsuna Ri
The constant ticking of the clock was all that could be that heard throughout the house. Everything else was silent as he waited. Waiting for the door to open and for his boyfriend to finally come home from the job he despised so much. Why? Why did he have to continue doing it? He knew how much it hurt him. How much it hurt to watch him walk out the door each evening, knowing he'd be off with another man. Doing whatever it was this stranger pleased all for some set amount. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't accept it. He begged for him to just stop, to either find something else or to just not worry about the money! After all, Suzu was perfectly fine with taking care of Saku. It would mean that he could finally have Saku to himself. That he could protect him and not worry about letting him go to some strange, new man every night. But no. Saku wouldn't listen. And he would keep promising. Soon.
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Shino Akatsui Tetsuo: Pt. 1Shino Akatsui Tetsuo: Pt. 1 in Profiles More Like This
Name: Shinō Akatsui Tetsuo
Nickname(s): The Strategist; the Provost; the Glass Angel
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Alliance: 9th Division Lieutenant; Provost of the Shinigami Academy
Appearance: Shinō Akatsui Tetsuo, the brilliant Lieutenant and Provost of the Shinigami Academy, lauded as the greatest strategic mind of his generation, was born to a family wealthy enough to support and foster his gift for lateral thinking. His father, a hard-working, honest man, built taverns and sake-bars in seventeen districts of Rukongai, turning his blood and sweat and decades of his life into a profitable business that allowed him and his own to live in the lap of luxury, including both Tetsuo and his mother. Coming from nothing, Tetsuo's father did his best to give every possible opportunity to his son--things that he never had when he was fighting his way up from the poor districts. Tutors hi
Barracuda Marracruz: Pt. 1Barracuda Marracruz: Pt. 1 in Profiles More Like This
Name: Barracuda Marracruz
Nickname(s): The Grand Cero; the Apex Predator; the Father of Hueco Mundo; the Terror of Las Noches
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Former Classification: Vasto Lorde
Alliance: Cero Espada
Aspect of Death: Legacy
Privilege: Las Noches
Appearance: Barracuda Marracruz, the Cero Espada who brought order to the infinite chaos of Hueco Mundo, can trace his blood and breath back through legend and myth to the human world. There, he was born under a lunar eclipse to a man and woman who called a stretch of native plains their home. Their tribe, a strong, spiritual people, practiced a faith that revered the energy of nature. They believed that the spirits of the soil, the sky, and the trees blessed their flesh and allowed them to survive where other living creatures could not. In a way, this faith was true, as each member of the tribe possessed innate spiri
Interview: Danny MahonInterview: Danny Mahon in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Manchester singer/songwriter Danny Mahon has been on the CarpeMusica radar for some time now, and it seems more and more others are beginning to recognise his talent. October has seen Danny support Reverend and the Makers on their current UK tour of 1000+ capacity venues. We caught up with him to see how he's been getting on.
Hello, Danny! Carpe Musica have been following you for a while now, but when did you first pick up a guitar and start writing music?
I first picked up a guitar when I was about 14. I didn't really start to try to write stuff until my early 20's.
A few months ago, we caught you playing some songs via UStream in Jon McClure (of Reverend and the Makers) front room. How did that come about?
He'd heard about me from a mutual friend, had a nosey online & liked what he saw so got in touch. That was that really.
A quick look at Twitter shows that your music has been well received whilst touring with Reveren
DunedainDunedain in Free Verse More Like This
Faring far and wide ,
His sword by side ;
Never resting elsewhere than the wild ,
Light footed and keen eyed.
His only friend was beast and bird ,
Tree and stone his only home ;
The blood of Numenor in him was all but gone.
Proud and grim ,
All in one ;
He answered to noone...