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Deadliest dream EVER
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I had a dream last night....FIGHTING KENSHIRO IN A FIGHT TO THE DEATH MATCH.
but its so sad i lose and woke up, and its a pretty awesome ending. After he poke me
on the forehead, he said hes famous line....
derail if you may....
but its so sad i lose and woke up, and its a pretty awesome ending. After he poke me
on the forehead, he said hes famous line....
derail if you may....
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Although he would never dare admit it everyone, Loras Tyrell had finally come to accept one immutable truth about himself: he was a necrophiliac. Creating dead bodies was pleasurable, certainly, but not as pleasurable as losing one’s self in them.
He had discovered this fact about himself when Lord Renly had been slain by that treacherous bitch from Tarth. Everyone thought that he’d held the body of his liege lord for so long out of sheer grief. It had began that way, until the seventh hour after his demise when it occurred to Loras that Renly’s demise would mean that they would never lie together again. It was sheer agony to think of such a thing and then…. Then, he couldn’t hold himself back.
It had been vile at first, but by the third day, he’d learned to love it. Nothing was as sweet as the smell of decay, as the slippery feel of maggots, as the cold flesh of the dead.
That was why he was here now, in the dungeons of the Red Keep. As luck would have it, that creeper Qyburn was away at the moment. At last, Loras had a chance to be alone with another corpse. And not just any corpse, mind, but the rotting corpse of Gregor Clegane, the Mountain Who Rides.
He and Clegane had fought once, at the Tourney of the Hand. Loras had won… technically. But Clegane, it seemed, was a sore loser as well as a bully and a hothead with no grooming habits. Had it not been for the intervention of Clegane’s brother, Loras would have almost certainly breathed his last. O, What fitting revenge this would be. In life, Gregor had raped thousands of women and… now, in death, he would be raped in return.
The thick, sweetish smell of Clegane’s decaying flesh alone was enough to give Loras a mighty woody. Perhaps the Dornish aren’t so bad after all, to give me such a gift, he thought. He made a mental note to send his regards to Ellaria Sand and Doran Martell.
He breathed in deeply. It was time. No more holding back. Qyburn would not stay away forever.
Loras hurriedly undressed, taking care to fold his clothes and put them aside. The taking of the dead was a terribly messy business and it would not do to show up at court with his garb mussed.
He endeavored to flip the cadaver on its belly and found it nigh impossible. He could not lift Clegane’s dead weight, no matter how hard he tried. Loras felt his heart— and his hard-on— sink in dismay. It was too cruel! It have come this close, only to be denied his prize. He flung himself to the ground and howled in agony.
This went on for five long minutes. Upon looking up at the heavens to curse the cruelty of the gods, Loras noticed a fierce gash in Gregor’s thigh. Loras knew naught how Clegane had received such a wound; he was transfixed on the size of it.
“Why, it’s almost as large as…”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Loras was on Gregor in a second, making sweet hot monkey love to the festering gash in Clegane’s mighty femur.
He had discovered this fact about himself when Lord Renly had been slain by that treacherous bitch from Tarth. Everyone thought that he’d held the body of his liege lord for so long out of sheer grief. It had began that way, until the seventh hour after his demise when it occurred to Loras that Renly’s demise would mean that they would never lie together again. It was sheer agony to think of such a thing and then…. Then, he couldn’t hold himself back.
It had been vile at first, but by the third day, he’d learned to love it. Nothing was as sweet as the smell of decay, as the slippery feel of maggots, as the cold flesh of the dead.
That was why he was here now, in the dungeons of the Red Keep. As luck would have it, that creeper Qyburn was away at the moment. At last, Loras had a chance to be alone with another corpse. And not just any corpse, mind, but the rotting corpse of Gregor Clegane, the Mountain Who Rides.
He and Clegane had fought once, at the Tourney of the Hand. Loras had won… technically. But Clegane, it seemed, was a sore loser as well as a bully and a hothead with no grooming habits. Had it not been for the intervention of Clegane’s brother, Loras would have almost certainly breathed his last. O, What fitting revenge this would be. In life, Gregor had raped thousands of women and… now, in death, he would be raped in return.
The thick, sweetish smell of Clegane’s decaying flesh alone was enough to give Loras a mighty woody. Perhaps the Dornish aren’t so bad after all, to give me such a gift, he thought. He made a mental note to send his regards to Ellaria Sand and Doran Martell.
He breathed in deeply. It was time. No more holding back. Qyburn would not stay away forever.
Loras hurriedly undressed, taking care to fold his clothes and put them aside. The taking of the dead was a terribly messy business and it would not do to show up at court with his garb mussed.
He endeavored to flip the cadaver on its belly and found it nigh impossible. He could not lift Clegane’s dead weight, no matter how hard he tried. Loras felt his heart— and his hard-on— sink in dismay. It was too cruel! It have come this close, only to be denied his prize. He flung himself to the ground and howled in agony.
This went on for five long minutes. Upon looking up at the heavens to curse the cruelty of the gods, Loras noticed a fierce gash in Gregor’s thigh. Loras knew naught how Clegane had received such a wound; he was transfixed on the size of it.
“Why, it’s almost as large as…”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Loras was on Gregor in a second, making sweet hot monkey love to the festering gash in Clegane’s mighty femur.
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Antw0n
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mangaka350 wrote...
Antw0n wrote...
BEST DREAM EVERI should be dead by now O_______O
[size=29]YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD
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NEXUS
Since 2010
I had dream recently about Dave Thomas, in it he brought out pictures and told me stories about when I was a kid which is odd since I've never met him but all in all he seemed like a nice guy it's just too bad he's dead. The ironic part is I just recently went to Wendy's because of that dream lol.
