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the_dead_muse. The idea was to take a fairy tale and twist it all up. Mine is below. It feels good to finally have written something that doesn't get backspaced and redone until I just give up for a while. It's a pretty short little piece, but I like it well enough. It may be pretty rough, but I just wrote it between classes and posted it, no editing or anything like that.
Challenge Name: Twisted Tales
Title: For a Soul
Rating/Warnings: R for semi-explicit sexual content
Fairy Tale Used: The Little Mermaid
Word Count: 1,395
Note: I used Hans Christian Anderson's tale for most of the basis, but I did use the names Eric and Ariel because they're recognizable from the Disney film.
She was indeed beautiful, Eric decided as he looked at the girl on the dance floor -- even more beautiful than his 'bride-to-be.' She moved more delicately than a butterfly alighting, but none of the pain he knew she felt showed on her face. Every step was like walking on shards of glass, the witch had said. Ariel showed none of it, her flame-red hair and bright green skirts whirling around her. But how can she be so happy if she loves me as much as the witch says she must?
His fiancee put her hand over his and smiled demurely when he met her eyes. She was beautiful, as well, but she radiated intimate promises. There were secrets in her eyes and lovers in her past. Eric had nothing against that, of course, but there was nothing more carnally attractive than the innocence so tangible around Ariel. She couldn't speak, but her eyes were open and earnest. She trusted him, plainly, in a way no one had trusted him before.
Maybe the witch was right and Ariel did love him completely. He only hoped it was enough... but he would find out tomorrow.
His father clapped his hands to signal an end to the festivities. "We have a great day to look forward to on the morrow," the king said. "Let us all be well rested." It took some time for the noise to die down, however, as all of the wedding guests said their goodnights and then headed below for their beds.
As the deck began to clear, Eric turned to his fiancee in the moonlight and ran a hand through her hair. "Go to bed, sweet," he urged her. "Tomorrow will be a day to remember."
"Of course, my prince," Melora replied, her voice low and heavy. She leaned forward and placed the most teasing of kisses on his lips, then waved him farewell with glittering brown eyes. "Sleep well tonight, for you won't get much sleep tomorrow night," she promised as she turned to head down below.
His blood heated at the suggestion, but he had patience. Some things were more important than his lusts. When he glanced around the deck, he found Ariel immediately. She stood at the railing of the deck, gazing out over the sea, glowing in the moonlight. He went to her side and put a hand on her arm.
He'd expected her to jump, but she just looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears that could not fall. Yes, he decided, she loves me. "Ariel," he said, keeping his voice low. "Are you going to bed?"
She shook her head and looked away abruptly. His hand tingled against her arm from some strange energy. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to turn her face back to his.
She stared at him for a long moment. Eric's abdomen twisted uncomfortably; he'd never seen an expression like the one she wore, and he didn't know what it meant. But he gave her a small smile, and then she leaned up and brushed her lips against his. It was the softest touch, just as light as his fiancee's goodnight kiss, but it felt completely different. There was no lust in it, no teasing. It reminded him of something from when he was a small boy, but he couldn't remember what it was. "Ariel," he breathed, as though he'd just realized her feelings for him -- or his feelings for her. "I -- I love you," he said, putting surprise into his voice. "I can't marry... her..."
Ariel's face lit up and she put a hand to her mouth. She nodded fervently, smiling brilliantly at him.
"Will you marry me?" he asked her, taking both her hands in his own. She kept nodding, and the light glow to her made him almost believe she might rise off the deck for joy.
***
They went to the priest, who had only just gotten to sleep and looked mildly irritated about being woken until Eric explained their purpose to him. He was a romantic -- Eric had picked him just for that reason -- and was thrilled to marry them there in his cabin in the dead of night. You must marry her, you must publicly accept her, and you must consummate it, the witch had said. Anything less is not enough. So he took Ariel to bed, and though his lust was almost painful beneath the linen nightshirt he wore, he slept chastely with her in his arms.
The next day was pure chaos. His father looked ready to spit venom. "This was poorly done," he hissed out of hearing of anyone else. "On the night before your wedding to Princess Melora? It will take years to mend relations with her father. Marry who you like, boy, but mind your diplomacy first!"
Melora slapped him hard enough to make his ears ring, which he thought was overdoing it, but he took it with a bowed head. "I'm sorry, this was poorly done," he said, echoing his father. Thankfully Melora's father had been unable to attend; dealing with him would have been the hardest. The disapproving stares of the wedding guests were bad enough without the threats of insulted royalty.
Nightfall came as a relief. Eric had expected the day to be hard, but that didn't truly prepare him for it. Still, it would be worth it in the end. He went to Ariel where she waited nervously. He had kept her to her rooms for the day to keep her away from the chaos resulting from their nighttime marriage, and he could tell she had worried over him all day long. "Everything is fine, sweet," he told her, putting a hand to her cheek. She nuzzled into his palm and looked at him with trusting eyes. "Everything is perfect."
He backed her up against the bed and tugged gently at her skirts, pulling until they loosened and fell to the floor. She regarded him with a questioning gaze, but did not move to stop him. "Don't worry, sweet," he told her. Gentle, he reminded himself. Slow for her. Don't frighten her. It was difficult with his heartbeat pulsing so powerfully in his groin. "This is what lovers do when they marry. This is how our souls unite."
Those were the magic words. She wants a soul, the witch had told him. She relaxed into his arms, and when he tugged her shirt upward, she removed it for him. With her help, he stripped her naked and laid her on the bed. He didn't undress; he just unlaced his breeches and climbed on top of her. He found her surprisingly ready despite her innocence. He lost all control to hold himself back, but she wasn't afraid. She had no voice to scream, but her face showed her pleasure.
He was almost too absorbed to fumble for the knife. It had been too long since he'd had a woman. At the moment of climax, though, he found the blade in his hand, and he drove it into her chest.
***
Melora came to him afterward and took him covered in blood, screaming her ecstacy for all on board the ship to hear. They would all assume Ariel had finally found her voice, and anyway Eric loved it too much to urge her to quiet herself. When they finished, she rested her head on his chest and asked, "Does it feel different?"
"Only a little," Eric said. "Like a hollowness somewhere inside me."
"So it all went just as planned," Melora said.
He nodded. The witch had been true to her word. "And you," he told Melora, "enjoyed slapping me just a little too much, I think."
"It was for show!" she said. "But yes, I did enjoy it." She ran a finger over his ribs. "So what will you do with your immortality?"
"Rule," he answered. "With you, once you are immortal too." He said it as an afterthought. He could rule alone or with her, it didn't matter. But he felt it best not to alienate her when her help had been so crucial to his plan.
"And how did Ariel like her soul?" she asked wickedly.
He remembered the exquisite pleasure on the girl's face turning suddenly to pain and horror. "Very well... for a few moments."
the_dead_muse. The idea was to take a fairy tale and twist it all up. Mine is below. It feels good to finally have written something that doesn't get backspaced and redone until I just give up for a while. It's a pretty short little piece, but I like it well enough. It may be pretty rough, but I just wrote it between classes and posted it, no editing or anything like that.Challenge Name: Twisted Tales
Title: For a Soul
Rating/Warnings: R for semi-explicit sexual content
Fairy Tale Used: The Little Mermaid
Word Count: 1,395
Note: I used Hans Christian Anderson's tale for most of the basis, but I did use the names Eric and Ariel because they're recognizable from the Disney film.
She was indeed beautiful, Eric decided as he looked at the girl on the dance floor -- even more beautiful than his 'bride-to-be.' She moved more delicately than a butterfly alighting, but none of the pain he knew she felt showed on her face. Every step was like walking on shards of glass, the witch had said. Ariel showed none of it, her flame-red hair and bright green skirts whirling around her. But how can she be so happy if she loves me as much as the witch says she must?
His fiancee put her hand over his and smiled demurely when he met her eyes. She was beautiful, as well, but she radiated intimate promises. There were secrets in her eyes and lovers in her past. Eric had nothing against that, of course, but there was nothing more carnally attractive than the innocence so tangible around Ariel. She couldn't speak, but her eyes were open and earnest. She trusted him, plainly, in a way no one had trusted him before.
Maybe the witch was right and Ariel did love him completely. He only hoped it was enough... but he would find out tomorrow.
His father clapped his hands to signal an end to the festivities. "We have a great day to look forward to on the morrow," the king said. "Let us all be well rested." It took some time for the noise to die down, however, as all of the wedding guests said their goodnights and then headed below for their beds.
As the deck began to clear, Eric turned to his fiancee in the moonlight and ran a hand through her hair. "Go to bed, sweet," he urged her. "Tomorrow will be a day to remember."
"Of course, my prince," Melora replied, her voice low and heavy. She leaned forward and placed the most teasing of kisses on his lips, then waved him farewell with glittering brown eyes. "Sleep well tonight, for you won't get much sleep tomorrow night," she promised as she turned to head down below.
His blood heated at the suggestion, but he had patience. Some things were more important than his lusts. When he glanced around the deck, he found Ariel immediately. She stood at the railing of the deck, gazing out over the sea, glowing in the moonlight. He went to her side and put a hand on her arm.
He'd expected her to jump, but she just looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears that could not fall. Yes, he decided, she loves me. "Ariel," he said, keeping his voice low. "Are you going to bed?"
She shook her head and looked away abruptly. His hand tingled against her arm from some strange energy. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to turn her face back to his.
She stared at him for a long moment. Eric's abdomen twisted uncomfortably; he'd never seen an expression like the one she wore, and he didn't know what it meant. But he gave her a small smile, and then she leaned up and brushed her lips against his. It was the softest touch, just as light as his fiancee's goodnight kiss, but it felt completely different. There was no lust in it, no teasing. It reminded him of something from when he was a small boy, but he couldn't remember what it was. "Ariel," he breathed, as though he'd just realized her feelings for him -- or his feelings for her. "I -- I love you," he said, putting surprise into his voice. "I can't marry... her..."
Ariel's face lit up and she put a hand to her mouth. She nodded fervently, smiling brilliantly at him.
"Will you marry me?" he asked her, taking both her hands in his own. She kept nodding, and the light glow to her made him almost believe she might rise off the deck for joy.
They went to the priest, who had only just gotten to sleep and looked mildly irritated about being woken until Eric explained their purpose to him. He was a romantic -- Eric had picked him just for that reason -- and was thrilled to marry them there in his cabin in the dead of night. You must marry her, you must publicly accept her, and you must consummate it, the witch had said. Anything less is not enough. So he took Ariel to bed, and though his lust was almost painful beneath the linen nightshirt he wore, he slept chastely with her in his arms.
The next day was pure chaos. His father looked ready to spit venom. "This was poorly done," he hissed out of hearing of anyone else. "On the night before your wedding to Princess Melora? It will take years to mend relations with her father. Marry who you like, boy, but mind your diplomacy first!"
Melora slapped him hard enough to make his ears ring, which he thought was overdoing it, but he took it with a bowed head. "I'm sorry, this was poorly done," he said, echoing his father. Thankfully Melora's father had been unable to attend; dealing with him would have been the hardest. The disapproving stares of the wedding guests were bad enough without the threats of insulted royalty.
Nightfall came as a relief. Eric had expected the day to be hard, but that didn't truly prepare him for it. Still, it would be worth it in the end. He went to Ariel where she waited nervously. He had kept her to her rooms for the day to keep her away from the chaos resulting from their nighttime marriage, and he could tell she had worried over him all day long. "Everything is fine, sweet," he told her, putting a hand to her cheek. She nuzzled into his palm and looked at him with trusting eyes. "Everything is perfect."
He backed her up against the bed and tugged gently at her skirts, pulling until they loosened and fell to the floor. She regarded him with a questioning gaze, but did not move to stop him. "Don't worry, sweet," he told her. Gentle, he reminded himself. Slow for her. Don't frighten her. It was difficult with his heartbeat pulsing so powerfully in his groin. "This is what lovers do when they marry. This is how our souls unite."
Those were the magic words. She wants a soul, the witch had told him. She relaxed into his arms, and when he tugged her shirt upward, she removed it for him. With her help, he stripped her naked and laid her on the bed. He didn't undress; he just unlaced his breeches and climbed on top of her. He found her surprisingly ready despite her innocence. He lost all control to hold himself back, but she wasn't afraid. She had no voice to scream, but her face showed her pleasure.
He was almost too absorbed to fumble for the knife. It had been too long since he'd had a woman. At the moment of climax, though, he found the blade in his hand, and he drove it into her chest.
Melora came to him afterward and took him covered in blood, screaming her ecstacy for all on board the ship to hear. They would all assume Ariel had finally found her voice, and anyway Eric loved it too much to urge her to quiet herself. When they finished, she rested her head on his chest and asked, "Does it feel different?"
"Only a little," Eric said. "Like a hollowness somewhere inside me."
"So it all went just as planned," Melora said.
He nodded. The witch had been true to her word. "And you," he told Melora, "enjoyed slapping me just a little too much, I think."
"It was for show!" she said. "But yes, I did enjoy it." She ran a finger over his ribs. "So what will you do with your immortality?"
"Rule," he answered. "With you, once you are immortal too." He said it as an afterthought. He could rule alone or with her, it didn't matter. But he felt it best not to alienate her when her help had been so crucial to his plan.
"And how did Ariel like her soul?" she asked wickedly.
He remembered the exquisite pleasure on the girl's face turning suddenly to pain and horror. "Very well... for a few moments."
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