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    dots Submission Name: Bestial Lust #7dots

    Author: Nearby Thoughts
    ASL Info:    18; Female; Valhalla
    Elite Ratio:    3.3 - 11/5/23
    Words: 1618
    Class/Type: Fanfic/Dark
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       short but sweet...and pretty unrevealing.
    next one has more...and the ones that follow it are even more charged with goodies. Be careful with 11 - that one is crazy.

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    dotsBestial Lust #7dots


    “How did the bloke on the intercom know our names?” Dani asked naively.
    “You’d think The August Lord Filth would know the answers to such dumb questions….think about it, Dani…my mom and this lady are friends, my mom knows things….see the connection yet?”
    “Shut the fuck up, Rowan. You make me sound stupid. Why does everything sound so damn obvious when you say it? You enjoy making me feel like an arse, don’t you?” Dani sulked. No one, NO ONE, called and/or insinuated he was stupid.
    “I also enjoy feeling on your arse” and she grabbed his bottom, making him jump and frown
    This bitch is screaming for another beating…shit, she’ll set me on fire again, never mind that. FUCK! Will she ever stop aggravating me? Will she stop confusing the fuck out of me?! Bloody hell, I cannot think with her on my back. Is this God’s secret weapon to get back at me? Shit, ‘cause it’s fucking working, goddamnit. I’m getting fed up with this bitch – how did the fuck did she get me to come to this motherfucking place, huh? I don’t want to be here watching some whore shake her tits at me. I’m in no mood for this shit! And if you’re listening, Rowan…I don’t give a shit if you set me on fire. I mean what I said. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! Why can’t I be left alone for fuck’s sake? Ugh! Why the hell do I feel like I want to be here even though I don’t?!
    The walk from the gates to the front door of the house was a rather long walk, or perhaps seemed longer to Rowan and Dani because of their thoughts and attitudes- Rowan was excited to be there and had all sorts of things planned out despite the fact that she had no idea what was behind those doors; and Dani was apprehensive, he did not know why in the hell he had accepted Rowan’s invitation or why excitement was creeping up on him.
    Rowan did not bother to look around her, all she wanted to do was go through those doors and let her desires run amok the place. Dani was more concerned with the outside of the house than with what might be in it – it just seemed wrong to be at such a place trying to forget about Toni, at least for a little while…hell, it just seemed wrong to want to forget about her. So, he focused on the neatly trimmed hedges, the plush grass that could be seen faintly through the hedges, which even in the wanton moonlight was of the greenest hue.
    The pathway was narrow enough to barely let the two of them through at the same time, and to avoid brushing the high hedges, Rowan moved closer to Dani; not close enough to kiss, but close enough to hear her breathing and feel the warmth emanating from her body. Rowan’s proximity made Dani’s focus on the periphery of the place falter. Rowan’s proximity took Dani’s body back to adolescence; when hormones raged and made Dani painfully aware the Rowan was a woman and he was a man. So unsettling. So pleasurable. So tormenting. Such a bitch.
    Next thing Dani knew, they were face to face with the front door.
    “This is going to be interesting” Rowan murmured in Dani’s ear and made a low sound deep in her throat that resembled a chuckle. It made Dani’s hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He turned to face her, a valiant move, and muttered
    “I’m sure it’ll be interesting”
    Rowan’s ‘interesting’ was accompanied by a mischievous glint in her eyes and a predatory grin; Dani’s ‘interesting’ was accompanied by an uneasy fake smile, more ironic than anticipatory.
    If Rowan had heard the rant inside his head moments ago, she showed no sign. Maybe she had been too busy thinking of all the ways she was going to screw all the people in there, or she was not offended…either way, it worked for him.
    Rowan tugged at Dani’s arm, in an attempt to bring him back from his thoughts.
    There was a tall, muscular, pleasant man who appeared to be some sort of butler or bodyguard; he was built like a bodyguard but dressed like a butler. The black tuxedo framed his broad chest and pythonesque arms, slender waist and long strong legs. His face was handsome. Dark brown eyes, a perfectly straight nose, as if carved out of marble, and thin pink lips; his face was a pleasant mask of politeness, but underneath caution rippled. That didn’t make him any less handsome in Rowan’s eyes.
    The man opened the door wider and spoke
    “Good Evening, please come in” and Rowan and Dani went up the steps and crossed the threshold. This man was the same man that had spoken to them over the intercom. He closed the door behind them and led them through the foyer. The foyer was elegantly decorated; Dani would have never imagined what kind of activities took place in the house if he had not known the nature of the place beforehand. He stopped at, what seemed to be, a parlor. In there, was a woman sitting on a stuffed armchair. This woman looked out of a 1930s picture book, along with the whole house. Her salt and pepper hair was short and gracefully curled. She wore a beautiful old fashioned scarlet dress that gave a regal air to her. The woman must be Madame Schachter.
    “Good evening, Madame Schachter. Thank you for having us.” Rowan spoke and bowed her head.
    “So, you must be Rowan, Suzanne’s daughter. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Your mother speaks highly of you. Come here, dear, give me a hug. Let me see you.” The woman urged Rowan to come forward, so Rowan did as she was told. Madame Schachter took Rowan’s hands and looked at her from the top of her head to the tip of her boots and smiled.
    “You certainly are as beautiful as your mother told me you were. And this must be Daniel, your friend” Madame Schachter smiled. The way she said the word ‘friend’ made Dani uneasy, as if Rowan and he were lovers. And they weren’t, his heart still belonged to Toni. ‘There I go again with Toni’
    Dani stepped forward and took Madame Schachter’s hand and shook it gently.
    “Fancy meeting you, Madame Schachter. I’m Daniel.”
    Why he was shaking hands with a whorehouse Madame eluded him, but it really bothered him that people just kept calling him Daniel, even himself. What the hell was going on? Forty eight hours ago, he would have fought anyone who called him Daniel. He was getting way too comfortable with all the things he so vehemently despised and went against.
    “It is nice meeting you. You are in a band, am I right? You seem familiar. I believe I had seen you in a couple of my son’s magazines. Hmmm, Dani, right?” She looked at Dani, searching his face, studying his every feature. It seemed strange to Dani the way she looked at him, but it was not uncomfortable.
    “Yes, I am in a band called Cradle of Filth and my name is Dani Filth” he said, making emphasis on Dani. He smiled politely at Schachter and looked over his shoulder to see Rowan standing behind him. He gave her a blank stare and she returned it.
    “Have a seat. Tell me, how may I help you?” she looked at Dani and Rowan and smiled as if she already knew what they were there for. She most likely did, after all, people went to that house for only one reason. More than question, it was a formality.
    “My mother told me you entertained many people here in your home and what a wonderful hostess you are, so, we were wondering what kind of entertainment you offer tonight. Dani and I are looking to unwind a little bit. We’ve had a hectic couple of days and we need a little relaxation.” Rowan carefully explained, merely hinting. Regardless that Madame Schachter probably knew about their situation and that she was trustworthy, Rowan spoke in riddles. The less one said, the less they can blame one of seemed to be Rowan’s theory. That was one of the myriad life lessons she had learned in the last five years.
    “Of course, Rowan. I can provide entertainment tonight. You’re lucky you came in today because I will not be seeing anyone tomorrow. But that’s something else. I will make sure you are well cared for tonight. Let me give you a tour of the place and let you see what we offer.”
    Madame Schachter got up, and so did Rowan and Dani. They left the parlor and stepped back into the foyer and up the marble staircase. The ivory railing was carefully and beautifully carved and the stairs were covered in a rich red rug. Slowly, the picturesque vintage look of the house was merging into a high tech pleasure emporium with all the taste of the olden days. It was amazing her mother had come upon a fucking goldmine! Rowan put her hand to the wall and knocked three times; she then announced
    “The walls are sound proof”
    Dani wondered how she knew the walls were soundproof, so he asked her. She looked straight at him and said emotionlessly
    “The walls of my room at Oak Haven were soundproof”
    Dani looked down and remained silent. Bad question; another one. Maybe he should quit asking them altogether.

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