N's Rejection
N melted into a pool of affection the moment he laid his lips upon Touko's, and a warm, blanketing feeling of love covered his every nerve ending as he held her close. He reminisced in the memory of his past adventures with her, while his tongue crept gently over her soft, red lips, begging for union with her tongue. She was everything he dreamed of and more, and he couldn't live a day without having her. She was his and he would see to it that would remain so.
However, something about her reaction to him that evening irked him. As N held her close to him in the great hall of the Plasma Castle, she remained limp in his embrace
The Sound of His Name by CreativeCurve, literature
Literature
The Sound of His Name
The Sound of His Name
Seeing N suffer day by day was starting to get to me. Ghetsis' servants came every other hour into the dark cell which confined us and beat N regularly. His cries of pain and the blood spilling from his wounds tore holes in my heart. But there was nothing like Ghetsis' own personal torture that he himself administered to send me to the breaking point. Thank Arceus the Sage appeared rarely, otherwise I'm sure N would already be dead.
The prison cell that confined N and I was flawless. No escape was possible through the concrete walls and the solid thick metal door. Our shackles added to our confinement though I swore th
N's Rejection
N melted into a pool of affection the moment he laid his lips upon Touko's, and a warm, blanketing feeling of love covered his every nerve ending as he held her close. He reminisced in the memory of his past adventures with her, while his tongue crept gently over her soft, red lips, begging for union with her tongue. She was everything he dreamed of and more, and he couldn't live a day without having her. She was his and he would see to it that would remain so.
However, something about her reaction to him that evening irked him. As N held her close to him in the great hall of the Plasma Castle, she remained limp in his embrace
The Sound of His Name by CreativeCurve, literature
Literature
The Sound of His Name
The Sound of His Name
Seeing N suffer day by day was starting to get to me. Ghetsis' servants came every other hour into the dark cell which confined us and beat N regularly. His cries of pain and the blood spilling from his wounds tore holes in my heart. But there was nothing like Ghetsis' own personal torture that he himself administered to send me to the breaking point. Thank Arceus the Sage appeared rarely, otherwise I'm sure N would already be dead.
The prison cell that confined N and I was flawless. No escape was possible through the concrete walls and the solid thick metal door. Our shackles added to our confinement though I swore th