The Smut Marathon: Rounds Five and Six

I had a bit of a hard time coming up with ideas for these two rounds. Really, I had too many ideas floating around in my head for both prompts, and I think that my stories suffered because of that. In the past rounds, I had an idea straight away and worked on it from the get go.

Round Five had us telling a story that occurred completely in the dark. I thought maybe I’d write about a creature in a dark cave that takes anyone who happens to stumble in for its own sexual pleasure. I also wanted to write about a fond memory Sir and I shared, long before I called him Sir and he named me blue. It was a sexy night camping on the beach under the stars. The ocean was blooming and glowing with minute phosphorescent creatures. The sand exploded bright green with every step, and it was truly magnificent. I wrote the story with two female characters but scratched it soon after, deciding instead to publish it as a submission for Masturbation Monday. The scene was great in my mind, but it was just that, a scene. There was nothing to make the reader feel for the characters, no story beyond this sexy interlude on the beach.

I thought of another story though, one that I loved. The character had depth, there was a bit of magic and mystery, and the ending left the reader wondering. I don’t think it was sexy enough though, and it didn’t receive the votes I’d hoped for. I did well enough to remain in first place, and that mid-marathon prize was calling to me.

Here is my Round Five entry:

The Panther’s Kiss

The dampness of the cave seeped into his bones, but Duncan dared not light a fire. It didn’t matter which side found him, he’d hang either way. He slipped away long before the clash of swords, his knees trembling so hard he could barely run. Now he was a deserter, hiding from the inevitable in darkness. It wasn’t the possibility of being discovered by one of the two armies that scared him the most. There were rumors of witches in these woods, and he feared for his soul. It was only pure exhaustion that allowed him to finally drift off to sleep.

The stench jerked him awake, a mixture of cat piss and dried blood. Duncan could hear the faint scratch of claws on rock and then a screech, a vicious howl that echoed off the cavern walls and made his heart drop, widened eyes blindly searching the blackness. The panther’s sudden strike ripped the air from his lungs and knocked him back against the rock. The world turned, and he crumpled to the ground.

Duncan woke still cloaked in blackness, but he could feel her moving on top of him, squeezing him between marble smooth thighs. She howled again, a human sound, moaning and grunting as she impaled herself on his hardened cock. Her mouth found his lips, biting, drawing blood with savage teeth. He could feel her slick tunnel holding him inside her with a power he’d never felt before, pulling an undiscovered pleasure from deep within him. The slap of skin on skin and the squelch of her wetness as she plunged onto him echoed through the darkness.

She dug her claws into his chest, puncturing and scratching as she trembled and shuddered over him. He thought she might rip his heart out, but the pain urged him on. They screamed and cried together as she took her release, their sounds mixing and bouncing off the cave walls, filling the stone room with a cacophony of animal noises.

He awoke when the soft morning light found its way into the cavern, his torn breeches around his knees, his shirt ripped open and bloody. Duncan could just make out the faint scars on his chest, four vertical stripes down each breast, but there was no sign of the witch who had marked him. He would endure a lifetime in this darkness to let her devour him again.

 

In Round Six, we had to include the words Wedding Dress, and I was a little put off at first. I don’t like wedding dresses, and I generally think they are ugly. They are just too much, big white lacy layers that no one would ever wear in a real situation. I wore a sundress to my own wedding, a simple off white thing that I paid probably thirty bucks for, but that’s just me. White really isn’t my color anyway.

I wrote a story about an evil dress that ravishes its wearer. The bride to be put herself and her future husband into serious debt in order to own this dress. Her want for it consumes her, and in the end… well, you’ll have to read it to find out!

I wrote another story that really spoke to me, a sad post-apocalyptic tale about a woman who sees a wedding dress in a shop window. The world has been destroyed, but this dress taunts her with its pristine beauty.

Here is my entry for Round Six:

The Last Clean Thing

How exactly did I end up here, a pathetic, dirty mess quivering on the floor of an empty shop, a bridal veil soaked in my own come heaped between my spread legs? It was that damn wedding dress. When I saw it, you were all I could think of. The pristine white silk hanging in that shop window was a shock. It might have been the only clean thing left in this dirty broken world. It shined like a beacon of hope, but there was no more hope.

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My grimy fingers pressed into the glass window, my dirt smeared face, now unrecognizable, stared blankly back. Even the bright shining ring you’d given me was now dull and lifeless. The mannequin peered down her nose at me, her plastic smile taunting me. You were supposed to be me.

A sudden gust of wind picked up the litter that papered the city streets, debris brushed against my ankles. The government flyers were the worst of it; bright red paper omens stamped with thick black letters.

CONTAGION: Stay in your homes! Mandatory quarantine in effect.

The warnings didn’t help though. The disease wiped out most of the world’s population within weeks, killing its victims within hours. The few that survived were alone, too scared to come in contact with other humans, afraid of more sickness or worse.

I’d lost you. Get home now! I’ll meet you there. I could hear the fear in your voice. You never showed. Where were you?

The dress in all its perfect beauty was everything I’d lost. I had an uncontrollable urge to touch it, as if it would bring you back, bring our life back. I felt a twinge, a mixture of pain and pleasure, a rising heat deep inside.

The air inside was stale, dust motes swirled as I moved through the silence. My fingers brushed over the silken fabric. The softness brought memories to the surface of my mind, memories of you, your kisses, your fingertips brushing over my skin, and I shuddered, the twinge becoming more desperate.

The need was like a bomb about to go off inside me, my cunt clenched as your face flashed before me. I snatched the veil from the mannequin’s head and rubbed it to my face, inhaling the now unfamiliar scent of newness. I couldn’t get my pants off quickly enough, my panties stuck to my soaked cunt as I ripped them down my thighs. I pressed the tulle between my legs, sopping up my juices as I fell to my knees on the floor. I pushed it inside me, shoving it in with my fingers, needing so desperately to be filled. I wished it were your fingers, your cock stretching me with rough desperation. Oh, where were you?

I conjured your face once more as I slowly pulled the veil from my cunt, scraping my walls and humping the heel of my hand. When I came, my scream was the only sound in this dead world.

 

I got some great feedback on this story, but again, I don’t think there was enough smut for the voters’ tastes and my scores moved me into fourth place. I am so happy to be here! The scoring changes from this point on, and the writers that don’t get the votes get knocked out. The biggest lesson I learned in these past two rounds is that I need to include more sex. I’ve been focusing too hard on making the setting, characters and story special and memorable that I’ve forgotten about the SMUT. So in this next round, I’m gonna bring it! Lots of dirty, squishy sex coming up!

Thank you to everyone for the helpful feedback and for taking the time to read and vote. I know it takes some commitment to get through it all, but it really means a lot to us. And, I am so grateful to Marie for putting this on. It has been a challenge and a great way to improve my writing and I can’t wait to see how the second half plays out.