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Roommates Ch.2
It's the middle of the night when I hear a faint knock on my door, awaking me from my sleep. I groggily open my eyes, feeling my heart thrum gently at 94 bpm, unaware of who could possibly be knocking at this time. I hear the door knob jangle ever so softly. Shit. Did I lock my door? I don't think so.... I've never locked it before unless I'm leaving. Shit. The door's unlocked.
I hear the hinges creak as the assailant enters my room, opening slowly so as to not make any noise. My heartbeat, already fast, picks up even more, slowly beginning to squeeze harder. I hold my breath which in turn further accelerates my the pounding, and I curse my reactive heart. What if she's beating loud enough for the person to hear? Do they know I'm awake?
I wait with baited breath, as I slightly shift my eyes in the direction of the noise. I see a rough outline of a man, taller than me by at least a foot maybe, with lean muscular arms hidden beneath a loose shirt.
It's.... my roommate? What's he doing inside?
He meanders to my table, and I hear the contents getting gently pushed around....he's looking for something. My wallet? No.... I've never kept my wallet out in the open like that.
"...shit...where is it?" I hear him curse under his breath. "...aha!" He whispers, loud enough to have woken up anyone who could have been sleeping. If he was level-headed, he'd know that any normal person would've woken up by now. My fear slowly turns into curiosity as I wonder, what was he looking for in my room?
I see him fiddle with whatever item he's found for a while, and he slowly tip toes his way to my bed. My heart which had just started to calm down, starts pounding in my chest. What is he going to do with me? Should I scream?
I feel a dip form beside my and I close my eyes shut, hoping he's buying my act of sleeping, praying my heart isn't vibrating the mattress. I hear soft clacking sounds and rubber, and feel my shirt getting pulled up.
Oh God.... Am I in danger? And I'm not wearing a bra right now.... What does he want to do with me?
Cold fingers touch my torso and I do everything in my power to not flinch. The fingers gently slide over my stomach, slowly making his way to the space between my breasts.... His gentle caress displays no malice. For some strange reason, I feel safe.
His fingers gently press into my sternum and suddenly I remember my heart, beating frantically in anticipation. Is he...feeling my heart?
"....there you are. Found you" he mumbles under his breath. I suddenly feel something cold and circular press into my tricuspid valve.
It's a sensation I'd know anywhere immediately, one which has provided me with comfort and pleasure.
It's my stethoscope.
He's stething me.
He inhales sharply and stays absolutely still. I imagine the sounds of my drum permeating through him. pounding so loud at this point it could deafen his ears. What does he think of her? Does he like her? Is she singing for him? I too want to listen to her so badly.
My heart contracts more forcefully, and I feel the steth bouncing off my chest, pushing away his fingers with each pump, thudding with such intensity.....I've never felt her beat like this. She's never done this for me, but for him she suddenly changed..... What is he doing to her?
What does he think of her??
"......Wow. You're so.....so beautiful" he mumbles.
My heart throbs in my clit, and I feel a familiar wetness between my legs, pleasure coursing through my veins, fueling my pleasure with each hammering beat inside me, pounding so hard I can feel it down. My fingers itch to touch myself, to see how far I can push my heart, show him just how desperate my little slut of a heart can beat for him. But I can't, not right now. According to him, I'm still "asleep"
"Christ.... your heart..... she's pounding so hard in my hand"
Yes I know! Please, please praise her more!
"ughh..... I wish you could feel what these beautiful beats are doing to me... SEE what it's doing to me..... No... no I need to take care of this."
He suddenly gets up, bed creaking loudly, still not expecting me to be awake. He drops my precious steth into the chair and in a hurry makes his way outside. Just before he softly shuts the door, from the corner of my eye, I see a bulge in his pants.
Did I do that to him? Did my attention whore pump do this to him?
Will he.....come by again?
As soon as I hear my door click, my fingers plunge into my pleasure zone, sliding inside so easily with how wet and dripping I was. I cover my mouth with the other hand, unable to curb the moans peeling through my entire body as I am hit with waves of pleasure, chest heaving heavily as beads of sweat form. My needy heart, devoid of the sudden attention cries out for him, slapping inside messily, squeezing herself dry with each powerful beat till the point my chest hurts.
I am filled with the need to hear him, to properly introduce him to my heart, and to properly help him through with what my heart does to him. It's the least I can do.
#fast heartbeat#cardiophile#heartbeat fic#female heartbeat#cardiophile story#cardiophile fic#heartbeat kink
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The Party
A little while back someone posted about a fantasy of being passed around a stethoscope party, with different people listening to their heart. I don’t remember who did so if it was you, I hope you like this. It sparked creativity,
I could continue if anyone wants another part. But I wanted to do the basic idea.
The Party
I’d just signed with a modeling agency. It wasn’t the most exclusive, sometimes the jobs weren’t exactly what I hoped but college was expensive, so I took what I could. How bad could it be? It’s not like I planned to run for office or something.
My agent called me after classes one afternoon asking if I’d be interested in a gig that was more unconventional. After a few basic questions for my safety, nothing seemed too offensive even if it was secretive, and a rep from the agency would be there in case of trouble, I decided to take it.
Friday night I arrived at a big mansion just outside the city. From the looks of it this was old money, probably descendants of oil barons and railway tycoons. Which meant the paycheck would be huge. They’d promised a large payout for anyone who stayed til midnight.
I was let into a large foyer and usher back to a small hallway to a butlers parlor. A woman checked my ID, checked my name off a list and then looked me over.
“You will be required to wear one of two outfits tonight,” She instructed, pulling two hangers off a rack of clothes. “Black is standard, you are willing to do anything that would be clothes on. Call it PG-13.”
She held up a black Herve Luger bandage dress for emphasis. Then in her other hand, she held up a red one nearly identical to the former.
“Red,” She continued. “You are open to sexual behavior, and by wearing red you are giving consent to sexual advance,”
Well, I was single and I was never a prude, so I took the red. Might as well have a bit of fun. Once I accepted my color choice, she handed me an iPad with a waiver basically stating that I would take proper precautions, assert myself and under no circumstances attempt to contact anyone I met here after the event. I would ask for aid if I felt unsafe and leave without a scene. If I did not make it to midnight, I’d be compensated $200 per hour worked.
I shrugged and signed. She then held back a curtain for me to change in a small closet. I slipped inside, squeezed into the dress and as I was ushered to a door she fit me with a bracelet.
“If you need out, press the red button. Security will extract you.” She informed. “Are you ready?”
I blinked. Extracted? My heart started to pound, suddenly feeling crushed by the tight dress. What did I get myself into. But… the money was clouding my judgement. So I nodded, and the door opened. Once I cleared the threshold, it closed behind me.
Just walk around. Be eye candy. That was my only instruction. So that is what I did.
The room was a parlor, antique and dimly lit. It was full of golds and deep rich red textiles, dark wood and gold finishes. Old leather bound editions of classic literature adorned the bookshelves. I felt like I’d gone back in time. Or I was in a vampire’s house. My heart thudded at the thought.
The room was also full of people, in fine clothes, expensive tuxes and dresses. All of them wore masks like a masquerade. As I started to work through the crowd they watched me, with hungry eyes. Maybe I was in a vampire’s den. I was about to be dinner. There were a few other girls dressed in the red or black, varying heights and hair colors and skin tones.
I swallowed and tried to will my poor heart to stop trying to escape my chest. Until finally, a man approached me.
“Well, aren’t you lovely,” He said, holding out his hand.
I took his hand, and he brought it to his lips. He then moved his fingers down my wrist, stopping to feel my pulse. He offered him a soft smile. Then, he nodded before he motioned a waiter over.
The waiter came with a silver cloche, removing the dome top and extending the tray to the man. But there wasn’t food. It was a line of various stethoscopes. His fingers danced along them as he made his selection, a red tube that matched my dress.
He waved the man off, then examined it before placing the buds in his ears.
“Now, deep breath for me. Like a doctor’s office.” He said as he placed the diaphragm on my chest,
I was surprised, but I did as he asked, breathing in deeply and feeling my heart kick in my chest. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.
He must have enjoyed the sound of my heart because he moved the diaphragm around my chest, smiling to himself and eventually he stopped. He listened for a long time, and even behind a mask I could see his eyes were closed.
I blushed. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump
Finally, he opened his eyes and moved the diaphragm away. He took the ear pieces out and looked around. Then he must have seen who he needed, because he waved to someone.
“You have a perfect heart, my dear.” He said.
“Uh, thanks…” I replied.
Another man approached, he also had a stethoscope. He looked to the first man oblivious to me and waited for why he’d been called over.
“I think she’s the one. Take a listen.”
The new man finally looked at me. I smiled at him but he simply leaned in with his own stethoscope and listened to my heart. I took a deep breath like I had before.
Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump
“I think you’re right,” He replied. “Take her in, I’ll grab the others.”
The others? I blinked in surprise. Is this all it was? A bunch of cosplayers listening to my heart for a few hours? That didn’t seem so bad. Even if they wanted to listen to it during sex or something. That was actually, kinda hot.
“Come with me,” The first man said.
I nodded as he took my hand again. This time he lead me down another hallway to a different room. He opened the door and brought me in, then closed it behind me. It was more of a sitting room with a beautiful chaise in the center, raised up on a platform.
I recognized some medical equipment from various movies or doctors visits. Nothing seemed too concerning.
“Now, lay down on the chaise,” He instructed. “You may stay clothed for now. But do remove your shoes as to not damage the upholstery.”
I did as he asked. Once I was settled, he returned to my side. He brought the steth out again and gently placed it on my chest. He let out a content sigh as he listened to my heart pound.
As he listened, others started to fill the room. They lined up behind him. I had never expected anything like this. Just lay here and let them hear my heart beat.
“Before we continue, could I get you anything? Water, soda, wine?”
I smiled. “What would you like me to have?”
“Oh you are cheeky.” He grinned. “Perhaps a little caffeine, to stimulate you. What does everyone think?”
There was a nod of agreement from the group and some muttering of approval. The first man smiled and had one of the caterers being me a soda can on a platter with a straw beside it.
“Go ahead and open it, then use the straw to limit your movement to drink.” He instructed.
I did as he asked. Once the can was open and the straw was in, in leaned over to the table where it sat and drank a few gulps. As I did, the man placed the diaphragm on my chest again.
He closed his eyes, listening and seemingly very content with the sound. Finally he opened them, took my hand and kissed the back of it. He stepped aside and the next person in line stepped up.
There was no clock in the room but it felt like time slowed in this room. Each person took their turn stepping up to my seat and just listening to my heartbeat. Some had me drink the soda, some had me lay down, some had me sit and stand quickly. I’d stand there and pant through running in place and jumping jacks in a too tight dress, as they listened to my heart’s reaction and then recovery.
Ba-dumpba-dumpba-dumpba-dump ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump
I had to admit, this was fun.
The last person was a woman, she couldn’t have been much older than me. She seemed more keen then the men had. Her eyes were bright behind her mask. She took a deep breath as her gold and white stethoscope settled on my chest.
“My… your heart… it’s by far one of the loveliest I’ve heard.” She said to me, her voice was lustful. “May I rest my head on your chest? Hear it directly with my ear?”
“Sure. I don’t see why not.” I replied.
“Would you like to hear your heart while I do?” She removed the stethoscope and offered it.
The people in the room all watched, eager to see how I would respond. Well, why not? If it made them happy it was my job tonight. I don’t think I’d ever heard my heartbeat before, not like this anyway.
“Okay. Sure” I replied with a smile.
That was the right answer as she grinned with excitement and placed the ear pieces in my ears. Then she placed the diaphragm down on my skin and rested her ear next to it.
I inhaled as I had before and my head filled with the rhythmic thumping they’d all been indulging in for the last few hours.
Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump
I closed my own eyes and lost myself in the sound. Maybe I should come to these parties more often. Hearing the steady beat, knowing it was mine… that was intoxicating.
“Do you like it?” She asked.
“Yeah. I think I get the vibe.” I responded.
“Are you ready to try something a little more interesting?” The first man asked, approaching me slowly. “You can refuse any of the requests, we won’t take offense or change your compensation. These would be granting special requests.”
The stethoscope was removed from my ears and I almost whined about it. I liked hearing my heart, understanding what they were hearing. What they enjoyed that brought me here.
“Sure,” I said. “What do you have in mind?”
End?
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My love shared an amazing experience with me today. He hooked up our stethoscopes so we could listen to both of our hearts at the same time. It was a very intense experience for me since it was my first time using steths that way but incredible to share with him. Hearing his heart in one ear and my own in the other just made me feel so connected to him.
My favorite necklace is the one he gave me for my birthday this year. A Tiffany necklace that he called "The Key to His Heart". I've never been given something so beautiful or meaningful before. I truly treasure it, almost as much as his heart.
#cardiophile writing#cardiophile#cardiophile story#stething#steth#stethoscope#romance#love#lubdub#redhead#heartbeat#heart
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Today is my fiancé and my 4 year anniversary 🥰 and I’m thinking about writing out some of our “fun” times out into a story layout ‘cause I think it would be fun to share! 🥰 Thoughts?
#heart#heartbeat#cardiophilia#cardiophile#cardiophile story#lubdub#cardiophile writing#female heartbeat#stething#ear stething#steth me#thumpy heartbeat#female heart#stethoscope#heart skipping#fast heart
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Going crazy.
I NEED TO WRITE ABOUT THIS THAT HAPPENED IN MY SCHOOL OR I'M GOING INSANE.
I was in the P.E. class, quiet, minding my own business while my friend was running around and playing with his other friends. I was daydreaming about him grabbing my hand and placing it against his chest cause I was thinking about how fast his heart would be at that moment and I didn't even felt the time passing. The bell rang and I was going back to see my friends...and he walked towards me to talk, I was distracted and he hugged me from behind, pulling me closer to his chest....and I felt his heartbeat, I held my breath for a second and froze, he chuckled a bit and then he broke the hug, I was visibly sad...but then while we were talking he suddenly pressed his hand against his chest and said while heavy breathing:
"Man I'm tired, my heart's going to explode, here, feel it"
and he grabbed my hand and placed it on the middle of his chest. I felt my own heart starting to beat faster as I tried to keep calm while my imagination ran wild.
his heart felt like a hummingbird frantically flapping it's wings, trying to break free, I barely pressed my fingers in his chest and I was still able to feel his heart, strong and fast, I felt my face starting to burn and I quickly removed my hand of his chest and I spoke in a shy-low voice:
"It's pretty fast, got tired huh?"
and we giggled a bit at the end as we walked towards our class
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I saw someone questioning what would happen if caffeine was injected directly into the veins. A story started to form in my mind and after doing some research and with Halloween not too far this came together. Hope you all like it!
The Caffeine Experiment
Melinda sat nervously in the chair, toying with her black curly hair. She hated doing medical things when they had to be done out of necessity as it was, doing it on her free time on a weekend wasn’t any better. If anything it was worse. But she needed the money, sure she made a decent living as a cosmetologist, but they were just getting by, it wasn’t enough to cover mom’s medical bills. This add she came across said they were looking for someone in their 20-30s, over all in good health, and had no issues with caffeine consumption. With the money they offered, she could pay all of mom’s hospital bills and more. Plus this was a legitimate legal way of getting extra money, hard to argue with that.
“Melinda Curtis,” a brunette women in a well dressed suit called from behind the door. Melinda got up and hurried into the office. The women handed Melinda a clipboard and a pen. “Before we can go further I need you to read and sign this. It says you know you’re parts of a Phase One drug trial and that there are risks. The ones listed on here are ones we know about so far. It’s up to you to follow up with your primary care physician and tell them you participated in this study…”the secretary ran on and on about the legal implications of taking part and everything.
“When do I get paid,” Melinda asked. “First the doctor does a basic health assessment. If all goes well, you’ll go through with the test. Once the test is over you can expect a payment sent within three to five business days.” Melinda shifted nervously, this seemed almost too good to be true. “If you don’t meet our requirements, we’ll compensate you for your time and keep you in our file for other studies.” Melinda could sense impatience from the woman, so she grabbed the clipboard and signed in all the necessary places.
Next, Melinda was lead into another room. Half of it was an office, with a nice looking desk and chair with a desktop computer. The other half had an exam table and a tray holding various other medical instruments. Two men were standing in the room wearing nice clothes under white coats. The first one had black hair with flecks of grey and some wrinkles to his face and dark colored eyes. The other man was younger, almost looked something like a model or a potential bodybuilder, with red hair and green eyes. “Thank you Juliette, you may go for the evening,” the older man said. The woman left and soon it was Melinda and the two gentlemen in the room. “Hello. I am Dr. Blackwell,” the older gentleman said. He then gestured towards the younger man.“And this is Dr. Masen. He will be assisting me today.” Dr Masen gave a pleasant smile. “Hello.” “Now if you can just take off your coat and hop up onto the exam table. I want to get started right away.” “No health question?” “I’ll ask as I go along. Dr. Masen will write everything down.” Dr. Masen had a clipboard and pen in hand. With out a second thought Melinda did as she was told.
First it was the usual. Height, weight, any known health problems, family history. The first few minutes were the sound of her talking and the pen writing on paper. Next the doctor took her temperature and pulse at the same time. “Temperature normal, pulse a little fast, but regular. Nervous are we?” Melinda bit down on her lip, feeling a blush creeping across her face. “Don’t fret my dear, you’re doing very well. You’re a very healthy young lady.” Dr. Blackwell started wrapping a blood pressure cuff around her arm. It’s was a quick squeeze and then released. “Blood pressure within normal range.” The next thing he did was take the stethoscope from around his neck and place the ear pieces before placing the disc to her chest. “Breathe in and out dear.” Melinda did as she was told. He asked her to do the same thing a couple more times as he moves the disc around her back and chest before having it rest at her heart, breathing normally again. He took what seemed like an unusually long time listing. He also moves the disc around, going under her v neck shirt with a look of desire in his eye. Melinda felt her heart start racing the more he was listening. “Is there anything else you needed to know, doctor.” “Yes, how much caffeine do you consume on average?” “About two to three cups a coffee a day.” “Exercise regularly?” “I ride my bike every. It helps save on gas.” “Well everything looks good, you’re just what we’re looking for.” Melinda wanted to jump up and down. She got through the worst part hopefully and now it was easy money. “Thank you so much. So, what happens next, as far as the drug trial I mean.” “Oh you don’t have to do anything my dear, you’re just going to take a nice little nap.” Before Melinda could comprehend anything, she felt a sharp pain in her neck and before she could scream and intense heat spread through out her body. As she collapsed to the floor, she saw Dr. Manson standing over her with a syringe in his hand and a smirk on his face. Soon everything started to go dark and the two voices we’re getting farther and farther away.
The first thing Melinda was aware of when she woke up was that it was cold. She went to try and wrap her arms around herself but she couldn’t. She slowly opened her eyes and saw she was in a dimly lit room. “Oh your finally awake.” She turn over and saw the two doctors from before. They were now wearing black scrubs under white coats and they were standing next to various metal trays. Soon a blinding light came on over head. After blinking a couple times Melinda saw why she couldn’t move, she was strapped down to a table with her arms stretched to the sides. She looked down at herself and saw she was naked except for the pair of panties she was wearing. She tried to move with little effort, she tried to scream but nothing came out. “Don’t waste your breath,” Dr. Blackwell said. “I’ve injected you with something that will keep you silent for the next couple hours at least, and if you do scream no one will hear you, this room is completely sound proof.” The doctors adjusted the trays and various equipment as Melinda continued to squirm and try to break free of the restraints. “Oh calm down dear. Were not going to hurt you. You need to relax or you’ll only make things worse.” Dr. Blackwell put a hand to her cheek which caused more panic to set it. “I guess I should explain. You see, this drug trial you signed up for is not just a caffeine medication. I want to be the first doctor to find a safe way to get caffeine directly into the bloodstream, with little to no side effects.” Soon she felt something clamp onto her index finger. She looked over and saw a machine that gave off numbers. Dr. Masen came over and started placing leads all over her chest and couple other parts of her body and hooking them up to a machine. “I’ll be recording the sounds your lovely heart is making during this experiment. For several uses.” Dr. Masen started wrapping and automated blood pressure cuff around her arm. What uses? Why didn’t they tell her any of this in the first place? Where they going to kill her when they were done.“Don’t fuss my dear. The sooner we start, the sooner we can finish, and the sooner you leave and be paid. Melinda tried desperately to ask questions but with no success. Soon she saw Dr. Blackwell turn on a camera.
“This is Dr.Blackwell . This is the first use of our new caffeine drug on a human subject. One full shot of this drug is equivalent to four cups of coffee. With me is Dr. Masen, top cardiologist and a specialist in biochemistry.” “Thank you Dr. Blackwell. So far the other tests we’ve done have looked promising. As you’ve said we’re now ready to move on to use in a human subject. Here we have a female, late 20s, average height and weight. Overall good health, generally consumes a fair amount of caffeine.” Melinda got more and more scared. She saw him go to pick something up. She closed her eyes not wanting to see what was going to happen to her. The next thing she felt was an ice cold feeling on her left breast and heard a fast thudding through out the room.
Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a
It took a moment for Melinda to realize that sound was that of her own heart beating. The sound matched the pounding she was feeling in her chest. She opened her eyes and saw a microphone with a stethoscope piece attached had been tapped over her left breast, bouncing up and down with each beat. The blood pressure cuff tightened for a moment and then released. “Heart rate and blood pressure elevated.” Dr. Masen started writing down on a clip board. Dr. Blackwell came up and typed a rubber band around her left arm, then started tapping the inside of it.Next he open up a sanitizer wipe. Melinda was terrified of needles. Just the smell of the rubbing alcohol made her heart go even faster. “Don’t like needles do we,” Dr. Blackwell asked before he chuckled. “Don’t fret my dear. It’ll only hurt a moment.” Before she could blink he inserted the needle, shock went through her body and tried desperately to scream only to open her mouth and have nothing come out. The sound her heart was making was almost unexplainable. The way it echoed in the room one might think it was trying to escape from her chest. “There, there.” Dr. Masen came along side her and started stroking her hair. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you. We’ll give you oxygen if needed and if worst case scenario your heart stops or goes out of rhythm we have a defibrillator to shock it back.” Melinda felt horror through out her body. Maybe she should’ve read the fine print before she signed that contract. Then again they probably weren’t counting on that and that’s how she ended up in this mess. Soon an IV was set up and a saline solution was going through. “Starting with 10cc of caffeine supplement.” Dr. Blackwell stated. There was a stinking sensation as the caffeine went into Melinda’s IV. For a second, she didn’t feel anything. Then she felt her chest get tighter, and her heart started to beat faster if that were even possible.
ThumpaThumpaThumpaThumpaThumpaThumpa
Soon she started panting. It almost felt as if she run a full marathon without stopping. “Vitals above normal range. No signs of serious or dangerous effects.” Dr. Blackwell stated as Dr. Masen wrote on a clipboard. After a minute or two, the feeling went away and Melinda relaxed. “Injecting 20 ccs of caffeine supplement.” Soon everything started all over again, only a little more intense ear and lasted a little bit longer. After what felt like a sprint up hill, Melinda felt her body relax a little. “Vitals still elevated but still in good range. This is where it gets dangerous because now the higher we go, the more we increase the chance of sending the test subjects heart into an irregular rhythm or stopping it altogether.”
To be continued…
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The Incubus and the Archer (M/M)
Keijo woke up in the bed of an unfamiliar room. He was surprised to be alive, but that surprise turned into terror as his mind contemplated why he would be spared by a soul-stealing demon.
He felt something gentle between his legs. His gaze trailed down across his bare body bound to the bed, finding the demonic looking white-haired incubus who outmaneuvered him. Skin a deep blue like the night sky, two small horns keeping his hair out of his eyes, slender form betraying his strength. He sat trailing fingers between Keijo’s toned legs, those emerald eyes taking in his bare well-shaped lower half, a semi-hard cock throbbing under gentle ministrations with every beat of his quickening heart. Aryn, the svelte demonic man, brimmed with delight as he watched it pulse to life.
“Keijo, is it?” Aryn let out.
“How did you know my name?!” the archer replied.
“Why wouldn't I know the name of my pets?” Aryn asked.
Though terror filled his mind, the archer couldn’t find it in his to even shift. As if some horrible primal urge wanted him to feel Aryn’s touch so badly, he could taste it.
“What have you done to me?” the archer asked.
“Mmmh, just gave you a little of what's to come.” Aryn said with a playful laugh.
Aryn’s fingers trailed up the archer’s chiseled stomach and chest. His touch, as delicate as a feather, gave the archer chills as it tingled throughout his frame.
“Are you going to kill me again?” the archer asked with a hint of worry in his eyes.
“Maybe... but I’ll make it feel good too,” Aryn responded.
Despite the ominous warning, and his hammering heart reminding him of what happened before... He needed... at least a little more. There was nothing he could do anyway, so he might as well enjoy what he can, he thought.
Aryn lowered his head to Keijo’s now throbbing erection and kissed away the anticipation pooling at its tip. The archer’s legs tensed, and his toes curled. His breathing turned to shallow gasps as just how much he welcomed those lips. Aryn’s tongue spilled from his mouth and caressed its glistening head, pulling it into his mouth long enough to leave it wet with his saliva when he moves on.
“Nngh!”
Keijo grunted as his cock’s head popped from Aryn’s mouth like a lollipop. The tension in his overstimulated body was already overwhelming. He could already see Aryn stiff with arousal, the pink of his cock head standing out against the monotone of his body.
Aryn approached, holding a potion bottle in his hands. He brought the bottle to Keijo's lips, whispering a soft incantation as he tipped the liquid into the archer's mouth. Keijo swallowed, his throat working against the bitter taste, desperate for relief.
"What was that?" Keijo said.
"Foxglove... and a little aphrodisiac" Aryn said.
The effects were swift and potent. Keijo's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing through his body like the thunderous beat of war drums.
"Why?!" Keijo asked.
"What's life without a little tension?" Aryn responded.
Aryn's touch drew out quivers of sensual ecstasy. Each point of contact sent a jolt of energy through Keijo, his heart racing to keep up with the onslaught. Aryn reveled in the heightened response, counting down the seconds as the liquid danger coursed through the archer's veins.
Aryn’s eyes lowered to focus on the smooth pale balls nestled beneath Keijo's throbbing cock. tender and sensitive, an irresistible invitation for the incubus who wanted to get Keijo's heart pounding the deadly chemical through his body.
His tongue spilled from his lips, a slow, languid lick that drew a sharp gasp from Keijo. The bound man writhed against his restraints, strong arms flexing in protest, veins bulging across his biceps, yet the ministrations only got more intense. Aryn's lips pursed, and he sucked one of the delicate orbs into his mouth.
A low moan rose in Keijo's throat, his cock twitching, begging for attention as it hung in the air, drooling onto Keijo's toned, quivering abs. Aryn's lips left him, and the incubus leaned down to take the other ball in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in a slow circle.
Aryn's teeth gently grazed the surface of Keijo's tense sack. He could hear the poor guy's breath catch, and his own heart raced faster, pounding a rhythm of excitement against his ribs. The incubus's hands caressed Keijo's hips, the tips of his fingers teasing the skin around his waistline.
As Aryn lifted his head, he could see the heart's frantic, pounding rhythm coursing through Keijo's shaft. a rapid, vivid rhythm fueled by a dangerous cocktail working its way through the man's body. Keijo's cock was a beacon of his body begging for release, a heart straining to keep up with a potent cocktail of endorphins and poison.
Aryn's lips parted, his breath a warm wash against the tip of Keijo's swollen glans. Keijo whimpered, and Aryn could almost hear the desperate words held back in his throat, a plea for help that could only encourage him. Keijo writhed and begged in silence, his eyes pleading, his heart and mind too overwhelmed to do anything but offer himself to Aryn's desires in knowing defeat and desperation for release.
However, Aryn was just beginning to tease him. The incubus's black lips pressed over the toned, bound body before his in a cruel act of denial. His tongue spilling to greet every inch of trembling, sweat-dampened flesh.
The archer's heart now strained against the deadly cocktail pumping through him. His chest quaked as it slammed violently into his sternum, his cock throbbing in the air like the silent beeping of an EKG on the verge of flatline. Every fiber of his being was consumed with the desire to release, and with it, the fear of what would happen if he did.
"You want to cum, don't you?..." Aryn said, his breath hot against Keijo's pale, tense, abdomen, studying his strong and helpless form.
Aryn raised his rear, poised like a panther ready to pounce. His fingers traced a feathery path up Keijo's legs, causing the muscles to twitch in response. His mouth painted a wet trail of warmth up Keijo's body toward his heaving chest.
His lips pressed between the archer’s tense pecs, pressing a lingering kiss over his heart like a mark of death.
With a seductive grin, Aryn pressed his palms over Keijo's heart, fingers splayed out across his chest, then descended on Keijo's sex. Keijo's tip pressed at his entrance, a shiver of anticipation coursing through them both at the contact. For a moment, they remained that way, balanced on the edge of shared ecstasy.
Then, with a slow, deliberate push, Aryn lowered himself further, taking in Keijo's head with a soft, inaudible pop that made the archer's heart flutter beneath him before continuing its dangerous dance. Keijo huffed and arched his body, pulling at his restraints, but nothing could stop or hasten what was about to come except the merciless incubus. Aryn paused, his breath hitching as he adjusted to the feeling of Keijo inside his body.
Aryn pushed further, enveloping more of his victim. His own cock danced to the mischievous delight. Each descent made the quaking beacon of desperation disappear into him, stretching him, filling his lithe, deceptively supple form in the most divine way.
Keijo's chest rose and fell rapidly beneath Aryn's hands, his skin slick with sweat. The pale canvas of his body was marred by the flush of exertion and blue veins bulging against the surface. A fierce frontline warrior, little more than a toy for a cruel incubus to play with. Aryn could feel the archer's heart pumping in vivid contractions, then faltering, the beats becoming erratic, a wild symphony on the verge of its final note. The pitiless incubus, encouraged by the unsustainable trainwreck, drove the man further into oblivion.
A tidal wave of pleasure overcame the overstimulated archer. Aryn could feel the tension building within his once formidable frame, a coiling stress that echoed through the archer's entire body and into his own. The incubus mashed his hips into Keijo, shifting the tender and sensitive flesh trapped within his body, Keijo's hips bucking in kind, desperate for the peak of bliss.
As if on command, Keijo's body tightened and convulsed beneath him in pathetic surrender, and Aryn felt the first pulse of release. His belly filled with rushes of gooey warmth from the tense, writhing captive.
Aryn let out a pleased moan. It's then, during the orgasmic shudders, that the man's poor straining heart seized violently beneath his palms, caving to a cruel and unrelenting master. Aryn clenched around Keijo, getting off after taking everything from him, his body greedily milking the archer's seed while spraying his own across the man’s belly and chest. Each powerful clench expends Keijo's precious energy in service of Aryn's pleasure. His life and soul were forfeit, a concern it was too late to have. Aryn closed his eyes and huffed out in low bliss, taking it all.
As Keijo's deadly orgasm subsided, the tension that had gripped his body was gone, leaving behind a strange sensation of tranquility within him. Aryn smiled, his dark lips brimming with satisfaction. He pulled away from the softening member, his gaze locking onto Keijo's vacant eyes.
Though accepting his fate as the light dimmed around him, he could feel a demanding push in the center of his chest, a hand caressing his still heart and squeezing an unnatural, needy rhythm.
"mmmh, not letting you get away that fast" Aryn said, as if the game had just begun.
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“Your Heart Is Pounding”
A/N: I am sorry in advance for this. Summary: An after shower stething.
You’re warm, it’s late evening and you’ve just had a shower.
You lie yourself down on the sofa, breathing slowly as you accumulate to room temperature, which is how your girlfriend finds you.
Greeting you with a warm smile as she enters the room, she joins you there, slowly straddling your hips to climb on before lowering herself down to lie against you.
Pillowing her head against your chest, you rest your hand in her hair whilst her own wander, slipping under your hoodie. Your heartbeat picking up as she starts to trace light circles into the bare skin.
She draws patterns into your side and considering the fact that you have become aware of your own heart pushing out beats and can feel it almost pressing into her fingers, there’s no doubt in your mind that she can most definitely feel it and hear it pumping against her ear.
“Your heart is pounding.” She remarks and you are lost for words. Your mind going blank as she trails her fingers across your side again.
The accelerated thuds of your heartbeat replace any words you could’ve chosen to respond with if your thought process hadn’t have been interrupted.
“Don’t move.” Her voice is gentle, but commanding all the same as she presses a kiss to the pulse point at your neck.
You doubt you could move if you tried and whine pitifully at the absence of her body pressed tightly against yours when she moves, but you know that she’ll be back once she’s got what she needs.
In no time at all, but still too long for both of your likings, your girlfriend returns with a purse in hand.
Smirking playfully at you, she straddles your hips again to get back on the sofa and rests the purse against your stomach, but this time, she doesn’t lie down against you. Instead, she leans down, pressing soft kisses against your forehead as her fingers work to unzip the purse and reveal the stethoscope, which she hangs around her neck, fingers moving to your clothed chest; pinching the zip of your soft hoodie.
Firstly, your girlfriend looks to you for consent.
“Can I take a listen, love?”
You nod slowly yet eagerly at the same time.
“Yes please.”
She chuckles softly and puts her lips to your forehead once again.
“Thank you, honey.” She whispers in your ear, before sitting up.
Pinching the zip between her fingers, she pulls it down in a slow, exaggerated motion. Maintaining eye contact with you the whole time as your chest is exposed.
Parting the fabric with her hands, you suck in a breath as her fingers make contact with your skin.
The anticipation pools deep in your lower abdomen as she reaches for the stethoscope and puts the earpieces in.
Taking the chest piece in hand she raises it to her lips and blows on it slowly to warm it up whilst watching you breathe.
Your bare chest rises and falls beneath her, rising up to meet the cool circular surface of the diaphragm.
With your skin still warm from the shower, the cool disc feels pleasant and encourages your pump to gain a little more speed.
Especially when your girlfriend’s hand returns to your side, teasing your skin with her nails.
You can feel your temperature rise and a lovely sensation form in your chest cavity as your heart pounds quickly against the instrument.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…
Controlled and careful, your girlfriend moves the chest piece around slowly, listening to each beat that your excited heart produces, whilst she trails her fingers across your side to hear your internal reactions that fill you both with joy and wonder.
There’s a distinct ache that starts between your legs. One that grows and pulsates as she runs her nails over your side, making patterns against your skin whilst guiding the stethoscope gently into different areas of your chest.
Your back arches and a small moan escapes your lips as she drags her nails slowly down the exposed skin of your stomach, desire pooling between your legs whilst your heart continues to pound against the diaphragm.
Breathing in deeply, a content sound slips through your lips and she places the chest piece to the slope of your breast, beaming at the loud thud she hears where she has placed the stethoscope.
After a few minutes, she removes the earpieces but when she keeps them around her neck, you know that she is only pressing pause for a moment.
Stroking your face whilst staring lovingly at you, she leans down and kisses the space between your breasts.
“Beautiful.” Your girlfriend whispers before laying down beside you, stroking a hand across your stomach as you yawn quietly.
Closing your eyes, it’s only a moment before you feel the diaphragm return to your skin and she continues to listen.
Listening to your peaceful, sleepy beats.
A/N: Please be kind, this is my first piece. I can’t believe I unleashed this.
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Reblog Story: Heart of the Car
You and your partner sat in the car. While you looked out the window in the passenger seat, your partner sneaks a stemoscope head under-shirt. You hear your partner fiddle with the radio controls, but unknown to you, the Bluetooth is being brought up. You perks up when you suddenly hear a constant, steady heartbeat booming inside the car, emanating from the speakers both front and back perfectly. You look to your partner, who is already looking back, smiling....
What happens now...?
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Angelic syndrome chapter 11
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Roommates
Chapter 1
The room I've rented out for the next 3 months is in a nice 3 bedroom house, with a shared bathroom and basic kitchen amenities. It's a 15 minute drive from the hospital I'll be interning at, and has all the basic stores around me in walking distance. My room is a single bedroom, window facing the busy streets. The other 2 rooms are occupied by a couple (mid 20s) in the master bedroom, and a man in his late 20s. All of us know of each other, but rarely ever interact, with our schedules never lining up. Which is perfect for me. Most of the time when I'm home, the house is empty and I'm free to do whatever I want.
Being in my mid 20s myself, my body is for most part full of vigor and energy, but mentally waay too tired. With rotations going on, I'm pushed to my limits almost every day, trying my best to impress the residents and other doctors around me.
It's the middle of the week, and my night shift finally gets over at 6 am. It's been a rough day so far, and I decide that I really need some time to myself, to let of steam in a healthy way. Already looking forward to playing with my toys, I rush back, ideas running through my head. Running up the stairs, I feel my heartbeat pick up pace, and my arousal grows. I jangle the keys in the lock in a hurry and quickly step in, fully expecting the house to be empty, as it usually is in the mornings. A quick peruse through the rooms confirms my suspicions, and the locked doors tells me no one is home, perfect.
I rush into my room, half heartedly closing the door behind me and messily removing my shirt and pants, stripping down to bra and underwear. My heart starts thundering in my chest and the familiar ache spreads throughout my body, from my chest slowly making its way down to my clit. I grab my steth and phone, select my favourite heartbeat video I can find on youtube, and start stething myself.
With one ear in the steth and the other ear listening to the video, a cacophony of strong thuds fills my brain, echoing inside all corners of my body. I feel my underwear dampen, and know that I'm close. Very close. A soft moan escapes my mouth and I slide my fingers between my throbbing clit, fully wet and needy for more stimulation.
As I start rubbing faster, I suddenly hear the door next to me click.
Shit.
Someone's home.
What do I do? My eyes quickly dart to my door and to my horror, it's slightly ajar. Anyone in the hall could catch a glimpse of me in this extremely vulnerable position.
My mind goes into panic and my already fast heart starts beating much, much more strongly. I feel her squeezing each muscle with her all, and my chest vibrates with every hammering beat and sweat dots my chest.
Somehow.....I am even more turned on. The fear of this situation has kicked my heart into overdrive, and I feel my fingers working faster, weaving its way into all my sweet spots.
Outside my door, I hear feet shuffling and catch a glimpse of my male roommate.
Am I heard? Am I quiet enough? Is my heart pounding so loudly that he can hear it? Did her hear my moans?
The feeling of the possibility of being heard further pushes my heart to her limits, and I try my best to not let my moans escape me. My body shakes and quivers more, unable to resist the waves of pleasure overcoming me. My heartbeat pounds loudly in my ears and my pussy is soaking wet and at my highest, i cup my mouth unable to curb the soft moan that escapes.
finally, a few seconds after, post nut clarity hits. Fuck what was I thinking? He definitely heard me. Or did he? I stay absolutely still on my bed and try to hear out for any noises. A few seconds pass, I hear a soft sigh and feet shuffling back to the door. With a soft click I confirm that he's back in his room and his door is closed.
Immediately jumping into action, I shut my door close, stethoscope still pressed firmly into my heart and phone video long since over. I hear as my heart beats faint but so quickly, I can't believe I almost exposed myself to a complete stranger! That too my roommate? Who knows what he would've done if he felt uncomfortable, he might've complained to the landlord and had me kicked out!
Next time I ever decide to play with myself, I better make sure no one is around, no matter how tired I am.
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Babe? Why are you still awake??? It's literally 2 am, you should be sleeping, you have to go to work tomorrow.
What...what do you say? You can't sleep? But why? Oh, you're feeling unwell? My poor darling...
What? Your chest feels "weird"? Let me just put my hand on your chest to- oh, wow, your heart's racing and pumping so hard against my palm. That's strange...Wait- I think I see it beating like outside of your chest! Do you feel it? I mean, without even putting your hand on it? A bit, huh? Babe, did you have some caffeine or theine before going to bed? Not even a little bit... Maybe you are anxious? Neither... You're just starting to panic with all these things I'm telling you about your heart?
Okay, now listen to me, sweetheart. I know what I've said might seem terrifying, but I assure you there's really nothing to worry about. Yeah, for real, you can trust me. Hey, hey, try to relax for me okay? Take some deep breaths... Again...One more time... You're doing very good, honey.
So, now that you calmed down a little, I'd like to have a listen to your heart. No, I promise, you're not gonna die, babe, you're really not, I just wanna make sure at 100% that there's nothing to worry about, both as a girlfriend and as a doctor! Okay, so please lie down and lift your shirt while I grab my stethoscope. Okay, there we go. Just breathe normally and relax. Very well.
Ssh, ssh, please don't talk while I'm listening to your heart sounds. We'll talk about it later. Anyway, your heart rate is still high for a resting one. I count around 110 bpm. Are you sure you're not experiencing any anxiety? No? Well, if you say so...
Okay, sweetheart, your heart sounds perfect to me, if we forget about that fast rhythm. But even if I really wanna know what's going on with your heart, I think all I can do right now for you is to give you some sedatives to lower your heart rate and help you sleep. But remember, if you still feel unwell tomorrow before going to work, I strongly advise you to call your boss and take a day off. No, I'm not joking. And if you don't do it, you can be sure I will. Really, you think I won't? Well, we'll see... Now, I'm gonna give you the medication, you really need to sleep, babe. However, I'm gonna stay by your side, to make sure that all goes well by taking your pulse while you fall asleep. If you feel you're getting worse, tell me immediately. Okay, here we go... Gimme your wrist. Or maybe you'd rather have me directly listening to your heart by resting my head on your chest? You're up for that? Perfect, lemme just change quickly, that white coat is not comfortable enough to sleep in, you know? Now that I'm ready, I'll rest my head on your chest, making sure everything's alright while the sedative is irrigating your whole body. Mmh, I already can tell that it's beating more calmly. How sweet is the sound of your heart calming down...
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The Next Chapter
This is a little story set in the Star Trek universe, though I left out the characters' names.
"What are you reading tonight?" she asks, leaning over in her chair to peek at my padd. "World Running Down by Al Hess," I tell her. "A 21st century projection of what our time would be like. It's not completely wrong, I'll give it that." She chuckles, then powers down her own padd. "I think one thing is true for me in any century, though," I say, because I've had my mind on one thing only for the past several hours, and I know her well enough now not to pretend anything different. "So I'm going to ask you if you have your stethoscope, even though it's literally in the same drawer every time I'm here." "Instead of just saying that you want me to listen to your heart?" she asks pointedly, her eyes boring into mine, harshly without being unkind somehow. I chuckle and think to myself that this is the safest place I know out here--with her. I think about how it has made me feel better time and time again, and yet--she's right--I do hesitate to say what I mean. I watch in silent anticipation as she turns, pulls the instrument from the drawer, then arranges the earpieces comfortably into her ears. For a moment, we just gaze at each other, her right hand holding the chestpiece, index finger over the cool bell. She looks almost picturesque. When she places the diaphragm on my chest, I feel a surge of emotions, all the most magical kind. "Hey, you sound crystal clear. How do you feel?" she asks after a few seconds have passed. Hearing that question makes me grin from ear to ear. "I feel so great right now," I tell her. This little metal circle makes me feel more connected to everything--to her, but to existence as well. I never have the words to do it justice, but the feeling is divine.
I close my eyes and feel the muscle pulsating--contract and expand, contract and expand, like waves rushing up to shore, out and back again. It's life and I didn't ask for it but it's beautiful--and she's sharing it with me. She's listened for a while now; I didn't think she would listen for so long. My mind wanders further, and I'm young again--no cognizance of the stress of adulthood to come. It's a warm, buttery Sunday afternoon, and I'm running through a field of tall grass. Green grasshoppers that camouflage themselves in the blades hop about, and I chase them single-mindedly, only to be able to hold one and admire its alien face until it leaps from my hands. I circle an oak tree until I find a cluster of tent caterpillars, petting them absent-mindedly. I have no idea what time it is, and I have no reason to care. Tomorrow doesn't exist. "You sound really relaxed," she says, breaking me out of my reverie. "I'm not used to hearing you fully relaxed. You're such an anxious person, even when you let go a little...it's usually still there, somewhere." I shake my head involuntarily. "Thank you for listening," I say softly. "Thank you for letting me into your life this way," she says intensely, the expression on her face and her dogged eye contact telling me she really means it, more deeply than when she's said similar things in the past. There was a time when she would always preface or supplement such words with sarcasm. It's a level of sentimentality that seems unlike her to show, making it all the more precious to witness. "You probably think you know, but you don't really know what some of my days are like. I have my constants that I've come to rely on when it's too much. One of them is you--and knowing that at some point during the week, I get to let it all go for a moment and just listen to the steady beating of your heart," she says in a quiet voice. I feel so flattered that I'm rendered speechless. I reach over and hug her tightly, focusing on the feeling of our hearts being so near each other. "I love you so much!" I exclaim, and it's not until later that I realize I said it so openly and without all the fear and paranoia that lurks in the back of my mind when I use those words.
I hear the synth and guitar from an old band, Florence + the Machine, and somewhere from the depths of my brain I dredge up the lyrics "I hear the music/I feel the beat/And for a moment/When I'm dancing/I am free," when I position the stethoscope's eartips in my own ears, and watch as she adjusts the neckline of her blouse to accommodate a small but transformative piece of metal. The difference this little gadget makes defies language, I'm thinking as I gently press it to her skin and all at once, hear about her day, her life, and just her. I feel so much more connected, instantly and fully, as she smiles. Maybe, I think, it's possible to be dancing while sitting still, as my mind dances in sync with this wondrous muscle. After a few minutes of listening--noticing the rhythm, the variations, a skip or two, and her breath alongside the valve sounds, I hand the stethoscope back to her, saying "thank you" for the hundredth time. I can't help but say it out loud, even if I'm starting to think it's superfluous. I'm full and revitalized, ready for the next chapter in my book--or life itself.
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Chapters: 17/?
Fandom: Jekyll & Hyde - Wildhorn
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Edward Hyde/Original Character, Edward Hyde/Dr. Henry Jekyll
Characters: Edward Hyde, Dr. Henry Jekyll, Original Female Character(s), John Utterson
Additional Tags: Smut, Heavy Angst, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Erotica, Drama, Medical Kink, Medical Experimentation, Medical Torture, Medical Procedures, Cardiophilia, Dark erotica, Breathplay, BDSM, Master/Slave, Dom/sub Play, Dom/sub, Romance, Doctor/Patient, Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, Sexual Roleplay
Series: Part 1 of Fetish Master Trilogy
Summary:
Amy Gellar, a self-conscious woman with a secret medical fetish stumbles upon a Los Angeles hotel, where she inadvertently meets Master Hyde, a sexual Dominant who shares her obsession. He claims ownership of her just before he indulges her fantasy by giving her a full, very heated physical. When he takes her into his mansion, intent on satisfying her kink, and training her to act accordingly in a BDSM relationship, she realizes she's got some competition. A sub who is intent on seeing she and Hyde's relationship fail. However, Hyde's sub is the least of Amy's problem. Hyde's past has returned and it's threatening to take his new little slave away from him, and the only love he's ever known.
I’ve been obsessed with this story lately. It has basically everything I want! I’m sad it never got finished! ☹️
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Dr. Omiata's Depravity
Dr. Ellie Omiata, a cardiologist hailing from the 30th century, had achieved everything she could in her profession. Her expertise had saved countless lives, but in the sterilized and automated reality of her time, she felt an aching void.
Ellie became a cardiologist with the desire to protect and care for vulnerable life. Throughout her life, she had a hero complex, an intense desire to shield the fragile, the helpless, the downtrodden. She read countless stories of damsels in distress and imagined herself the knight in shining armor. However, her fantasies were much different... darker, not the hero, but the villain.
She hoped to be a heart surgeon, but her desired profession was obsolete. Surely it was an amazing thing, highly successful doctorless organ transplants... but for Ellie, this left her without a place in the world. There were no knights, and now no heart surgeons. People no longer needed saving, she thought.
Longing for purpose, Ellie became a temporal explorer, and with countless tales and fantasies in her mind, she took a one-way trip to the savage lands of a war-torn timeline. landing herself smack in the middle of a medieval Nordic civilization.
A stark contrast to her futuristic, technological world. It was a time defined by relentless war, brutal violence, and no place for the frail. Standing amidst the icy landscapes and hardened warriors, Ellie's dark skin and voluminous hair made her a beacon of otherworldly charm, a symbol of exotic mysticism from foreign lands that had not yet been witnessed by these people.
The king, intrigued by her unique appearance and captivated by her advanced medical knowledge, spared her the typical fate of an outsider. They sensed an opportunity in Ellie's keen intellect and apparent strangeness, a utility that could serve their cause well. Yet she didn't ask for a comfortable position within the castle. Ellie asked for something different. Her desires outshined what was believed to be common sense. Her wish granted, Ellie found herself granted a position many loathed, yet she coveted – a captain of the guard. The final word on strategy in the battlefield.
Despite her lack of allegiance to the kingdom, she relished the role that offered an intoxicating cocktail of power and intrigue. Her knowledge of human anatomy, blended with her understanding of martial arts, rendered her an indomitable warrior on the battlefield, effortlessly thwarting the many adversaries that dared to challenge her.
Despite her desires to be the hero, she found the most thrill in being the warrior. the ender of heroes and villains alike, what she was... it was hard to tell.
Ellie wasn't moved by battle, what she wanted was power. A sense of control over life and death that she had never felt in her time. The more she acted on her whims, the more she felt that maybe her desires were sick, depraved... selfish.
However, there was no going back. From now on, she would fulfill her deepest desires. Her weapon of choice was a large war hammer. A tool of blunt heavy destruction, she felt like this was the best way to exert force while giving her control over how it was applied.
Ellie thought back to the tales of delicate, fair-skinned women being hoisted upon the white horse of their saviors. The desire to live that fantasy was all she could think of, and now she had the position to do it... or some strange version of that.
Ellie wasn't able to ride into the sunset like in the stories, but beggars cant be choosers, and in this world, the desperation of savage war brought everyone to the battlefield at times, and slaughter was blind to beauty. Frailty met quick ends. Not for Ellie though.
This was her moment - a crude, perverse twist on her romance fantasies. There was no romance, only salvation in the blood-soaked ground. The savagery of war a canvas where she could paint her unique narrative.
Her gaze, wielded like a precision tool, was constantly scanning, evaluating, searching. Among the hordes of battle-hardened soldiers like a depraved beast. Some day, Ellie's eyes quickly fell upon a woman – blonde, fierce, yet possessing a delicate grace. Her pale visage a vibrant beacon. The woman was like a strikingly vivid palette amidst the monochrome of warriors, an unexpected anomaly in a battlefield bereft of grace.
Ellie became the self-appointed guardian of this precious gem, determined to protect her from the clutches of her own bloodthirsty squad which had a hunger for easy pickings. The sight of this radiant woman made her heartbeat race, not with bloodlust but with a deep, undeniable fascination. It was as if the chaotic battlefield had morphed into an exhilarating treasure hunt, the treasure being these living, breathing, beautiful Nordic women.
Ellie's intentions were clearer to her than ever - to salvage these creatures from the cruel jaws of war, and to preserve their splendor for herself. Ellie could see the perversion of her instincts in full display, but the desire was so great, she couldn't stop herself.
The battlefield, a dreaded arena of death, had now become her playground, a hunting ground to satiate her unorthodox desires. The rush of adrenaline in her veins was palpable as she locked eyes with the blonde beauty.
She was yet another savage on the battlefield, but with the precision of a surgeon. Even as a predator, surely her prey would at least be grateful for a better outcome than death, she thought.
As they engaged, the woman's sword was fast, though Ellie herself was graceful, and predicting. She studied this game of war like chess and became a grand master. Ellie struck at the perfect moment, sweeping the blonde's feet from beneath her, casting her to the earth.
She then kicked away the sword, leaving the woman defenseless and bewildered on the rough battlefield floor. The sight of this exquisite creature, rendered vulnerable amidst the grit and grime, filled Ellie with an unprecedented sense of desire. Every exasperated breath filling this magnificent form lit up Ellie's senses. It was nothing like her fantasies... it was better. The battlefield had always been a stage for displaying might, but for Ellie, this was a new, intoxicating form of dominance.
With her adrenaline surging, Ellie approached the woman cautiously, the woman's chest heaving vividly beneath her. The blonde was defeated, awaiting the cruel and merciless strike of the heavy mallet, but defiant. To the look of confusion in those blue eyes, Ellie gingerly placed the head of her war hammer over the woman's billowing chest.
She stood there in awe, feeling the rapid pulse of delicate life through the handle. As she pressed down harder, the woman's heartbeat became more vivid, then stuttered, a defiant drumroll against the encroaching steel.
Ellie reveled in the sensation. The strength of this woman's heart, its indomitable vitality, was now at her mercy. It was a testament to the woman's vibrant life, yet it was helpless under Ellie's power. The heart struggled and strained under the oppressive weight, succumbing slowly to the inexorable pressure.
Ellie observed the woman's battle for breath, her struggle against the metal, with an admiration tinged with disbelief. This was her treasure, her trophy of war, and she found herself enchanted by the rawness of this spectacle. Even as the woman's vigor ebbed away, her confusion turning to exhaustion, Ellie was in awe at the fight she put up. Her eyes, once fierce, now pleading and confused, fluttered close as unconsciousness claimed her. Finally, Ellie lifted her weapon.
As the woman lie there unconscious, the feeling of her heart's struggle was vivid in Ellie's mind. She straddled the woman and listened in. Its beats were soft and slow but recovering.
A surge of satisfaction rippled through Ellie at the sight of her captured prize, this fair-skinned angel now her responsibility. She had now to protect her trophy from the inevitable spoils of war, a task she accepted with a curious blend of anticipation and determination. This was her battlefield, and she had just taken her first treasure... alive.
Ellie, carrying her new trophy, departed from the blood-soaked battlefield towards her home in the kingdom. Usually, a mere shelter from the harsh Nordic weather. With a blend of anticipation and caution, she bound the woman's wrists and ankles together, taking care not to make it too tight.
She gently lowered the woman onto the bed, her taut form a stark contrast against the rough-hewn linens. Ellie then lied down beside her, enveloping the unconscious woman in a tender hold to warm her. The role she played shifted between pet, trophy, and love at Ellie's whims. Her head found a resting place on the woman's chest, and as Ellie closed her eyes, she was serenaded by the rhythmic lullaby of the woman's recovering heartbeat.
With every beat that echoed against her ear, Ellie found herself more and more captivated by the living, breathing prize she had claimed. Her fingers tentatively ventured across the woman's body, exploring the gentle curve of her waist, the softness of her relaxed belly. She traced the delicate blue streaks beneath the woman's pale skin - the veins that carried life and vitality within this ethereal creature.
Ellie marveled at her fortune, her chest swelling with a sense of triumph and disbelief. She had taken her first victory, and claimed s supple, delicate, breathing trophy with a heartbeat as her spoils of war.
As she lay there, the woman's steady resilient life lulling her into a trance-like state, Ellie knew she was in the right timeline.
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my heartbeat after sex #3
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