Japanese Family Molested

Chapter 24 - Long Live the blood!


Summary Previously : Everyone knows it, Jean-Claude Asher is much better than doing the annoying (although it is a fight) and then the blonde is incited to the sound of insults sfracicarlo of mace. Asher does actually not too obstructive, even though, in the heat of the moment, gets a little 'get carried away ... Will their ammore to resist so great a trial?

Soundtrack: Resistance by Muse
Asher threw the spiked club to the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Shit, the sweat curled hair! Possible that it was so out of shape? Yet the Council is kept in operation: it whipped at least three a day! Perhaps he had exaggerated? Gradually, as the vision lateralperiferica came back, the adrenaline was absorbed, and, in short, the glimmer of common sense was shyly peeping in her brain, she realized something was wrong. What was that red stuff on the wall? Could not be a Picasso, Belle hated him since he had dedicated Les Demoiselles d'Avignon, and then what the fuck was that? As he approached, and his mind was finishing snebbiarsi, it gave a slight groan, and awareness of what had struck him like a hammer. "Jean-Claude are you?" The other raised his head, arching of about half a millimeter, a thousand pains, what remained of the left eyebrow. However, the expression of the campaigns-campaigns were well reduced to shit. "No mon chardonnoret are the tooth fairy and that you see is blood, strawberry jam .." "Fuck you, you see what you made me do?" The Asher shouted tearfully letting go of a slap. "You're the usual shit!" Jean-Claude nevertheless managed to giggle, a hundred years of rapes made you tough, nothing to say. "Tell the truth you wanted to make and finally make your dream like you." Asher's foot pounding impatiently on the floor. "Behold! You say these things as I do not hate you? "The other smiled enigmatically and then bowed his head and died. Asher obsessively began to shake the lifeless form of blood. "Jean-Claude! Jean-Claude! "How would have done without him? Shit, beat the prick of the Council had never met even half of what he had enjoyed today. How could he go back to that life? "JEAN-CLAUDE! Oh God no longer speaks! "A blazing blue eyes, a red that stood out particularly well, looked into her eyes filled with tears. "Treat! At one time you'd be happy you made me shut my mouth ... "" I've always said that chat too ... and then preferred to close with other methods. "" In torque we need someone who speaks, and also a doer. "gasped the wretched while the other stoccacciava prey to remorse, heedless of the wounds still fresh. "But look what I made! See how I reduced! I'm a monster! I'm bad! They are wicked! "Asher licked his lips. "Mmmm ... I'm excited!" Jean-Claude at these words warned the old hopes up again, although he still felt a cloth: even ardeur was on strike, it felt so holed up in the depths of his being to make him suspect that his gay demon had finally chosen the cloister ... 'But if you have not even finished, you've come just to ninety-nine! "Asher drew his cold stare." Ok. "And then he dropped a sganassone." Is that all right? "" Better, thanks. "The cold stare of Asher broke fiordifragola in August as a vampire and leaned her forehead on that of his caution. His voice was only a whisper, but the other was as symphonic music, like water to a thirsty, as coca for a starlet in withdrawal symptoms. "Oh Jean-Claude I love you I love you! I love the way you make me crazy, I love the way it forces me to broken bones, I love the way my continually absolve all my sins, whatever what you do. "" In secula et secolurum, amen. "Jean-Claude's smile shone its light, almost forgotten the abuse. Shit, she thought the vampire, that bitch of Belle was right once again and now those who bear the sborona? But the rest of the sluts are not always right? But it was a slut too? But Belle was the whore of all. "You know you're sexy?" The lips breathed Asher dipping a finger in his blood and licking it. "Do you like hamburgers?" "Red was the favorite color of Juli." Asher said, while proceeding with caution to free his friend from the bolts. "I know. AU're hurting me! "Asher he took him up on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "How many stories ... think of the stains on my dress!" Once in the room of Jean-Claude, Asher put down her precious cargo on the Latvian orgy size, but not before giving us a nice spread over protective sheeting. Those who felt otherwise Musette? Then he looked around. "Where?" "Who?" Whispered Jean-Claude. "When you're done with torture ... there was the wolf Dorino waiting for me. For you there is none? "Jean-Claude stared at him a moment in silence, getting ready for a litmus test. His life, his happiness, depended on how Asher would react in the next five minutes. Shit if it was not positioned properly. "No." Two-second pause. "It was intended for you." Asher barred blue eyes and then let go of yet another sberlone. "Fuck Jean-Claude you could die!" "Ah!" Protested the Vampire. "Look who are always on time!" Then, as the percentage of healthy skin began to exceed that in blood, he allowed himself an expression sexy . "... You can always kiss and lick my wounds as I did in the shed, and a basin darmici pass me the Bua ... and let me taste your blood ..." "Ummm ... I the feeling that you and Belle have prepared everything ... "" Who, me? I would be able to do something so clever? I want to stay with you or not? "" You're right, you're right, I know you're right. But ... "Jean-Claude was able to sit up and lay hands on the shoulders of his friend. "Look into my eyes. I said in my eyes! Do you have a script in the ass this time too? "Asher gave himself a Palpatine to the back of the pants." Sigh. No. If I would have killed Morgana71 Shagged Me with the tube of pringles. "" So come on the way to lust, now you say you love me. You can also raped, beaten, tortured, kill me. "vampire's eyes glowing blue as he rubbed his hands as a lender in times of crisis and repeated obsessively." You said it! You said it! You said-"" Ok. I have said, enough though. "Asher said, gently tapping his mouth with one hand. Then he began to undress while the other looked at him adoringly. "Oh! You still have the flowers with which I have decorated the bird! "Asher was able to blush. "Yes. I put it between two sheets of blotting paper ... "" What a tender. "" Now do not get up the ridge. I do not know if I can bear. " Asher replied, settling next to his friend with a finger and touching his wounds. If the united sbreghi from '1 to 27 obtained Winnie the Pooh who raped a jar of honey. Jean-Claude took him by the hair, their faces were an inch away. "Bear? But it is obvious that he could not! I will make you crazy, you'll dance the macarena naked every night, you'll hear the tapping of my randevous, will force you to watch all the episodes of Sex & City and in moments of intimacy I will call you Samantha! You tame, you'll see. "And then she kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. Notorious Ingrid Bergman and made him a blowjob! For Asher's It took a few minutes to recover and three attempts to find his voice. "To tame? No way. "" Take your slippers. "" I'll take in your mouth? "" In the mouth, just grab your cock. "Asher said to pick them up and then stopped. "You can not tame Jean-Claude, you can not." The vampire kissed the scars on the side of his face disfigured, one by one until the ear and then said softly. "So does that mean you will kill me." "Ok, I will think." Asher said, taking the face of his hands and bringing the head in front of their carotid button. "After he bangs though. "Au revoir



Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.

Welcome For A New Doctor

Chapter 23 - Now I feel better


Previously Summary: After yet another prank Belle punishes her two big babies in his own way will have to take blows to each other. For Asher is not new but Jean-Claude are also major problems because the object chosen by his sire to torture the friend is actually among the most dangerous: a copy of words. Will our Asher to recover? And what's in Serbia for the poor Jean-Claude?

Soundtrack: Satisfaction by Rolling Stones
Jean-Claude fell to the ground crying bitterly on the rolled-up newspaper. He realized with horror that the poster for the werewolf Jacob was slightly stained with blood and cried harder. Asher's blood had shed the blood of Asher!
"Please do not whine over" Belle snorted his knees closer to the vampire. "I did not read it yet."
"There're all the same!" He broke Jean-Claude glared at him while Aldo's circled on the head as a kind of vulture. "You say you want me to help and then you are left with everything in less than five minutes. Why do you want to delude myself by saying that the matchmaker between me and my Ashy? How do you think I look now after all that I have done? "
" Fuck Jean-Claude! Have you flogged with a copy of That! Oh well that that newspaper has ruined generations, but Asher should be able to stand it! I also sent to refresh with one of my favorite werewolf! "
The vampire sniffed. "You do not understand Belle, injures the pen more than the sword! "
" I do not understand? "Belle shouted." No, I would say just do not understand how a vampire who dares to speak in this way to his sourdre de sang and hope to stay alive to tell! "
" The term "asked Musette hopeful, Aldo was tired of the dry cat diet and change the mood would have certainly helped.
"No my dear, this idiot does not expect nothing but the coup de grace, not give him that satisfaction. And then there is still another part of the show! "
" Yeah. One in which Asher punish me. "
Belle fixed his eyes liquid and soften his protege. Cursing his good heart embraced the wretched putting the curly little head on the healthy breast. "Even though it seems, you're a man Jean-Claude and as such do not understand a shit. What do you want to know love strategy? Your idea of \u200b\u200bconquest is to beat your big blue eyes and unbutton my crotch! I grant you that you do it with much grace and that in most cases humans who entertain more than enough but Asher is made of a different fabric and your tactics should be put in the finest carpet begging you to do anything. "
"But one time it worked!" whined the vampire.
"Exactly! One time! That time has passed my dear, has come time to change music. Asher needs to understand what kind of monster, ugly, perverse, deviant and evil has become. "
" horrendous, perverted and deviant. Sure! This means that it will be music to his ears ... "
" must accept Jean-Claude, must accept it, let off steam and get on with his life and you need help. "
" What? "
Belle stroked his hair looking with undisguised pity. "I know my dear, you'll know and do the right thing." Whispered putting her a kiss on the forehead.
The drops of blood on the ground froze instantly: Asher again in a splendid form appeared entering looks like a whirlwind and dispensing frozen in a non-existent audience. "Behold, I go for a second and you two clots in my right shoulder and on my bed of torture. There's no religion ... "
" And fortunately, I would add. "Belle said settling crinoline and wigs go to the dogs in pastrugnamento comforting. "Or maybe you feel a longing for a nice relaxing bath nell'acquasanta? Can I give my stock fund and organize a bell'idromassaggio now! The bubbles you want them to incense or myrrh or-"The rest of the sentence is not understood because no one Jean-Claude began to cry so hard that even Aldo fell silent.
Belle sighed, now close to psicofisicaattitudinale debacle. "See what you make me do Asher? The child is upset! "
The vampire appears worth his tears in a passing glance almost tender and then raised his chin and puffed out his chest proudly, turning to his sire. "So what is your plan Belle. Want to see Jean-Claude the monster that I've become, you do not love me anymore, I do not even ruins his mercy! "
" Impossible! Impossible! "Chanted Jean-Claude and the other between sobs.
Belle mentally counted to ten to calm aware that up to one thousand is not enough. "Fuck Asher! A We try to make nice to you, but you slap me the power cables out of the hands! Force that I broke the balls of this farce! Choose your weapon and proceed. And see to do a better job as a torturer tortured that you could not even instigate a duty! "
" Ma Belle! After two centuries to take the fish in the face without a reaction I had to tell him what the fuck? "Jean-Claude
sniffled and nodded. "Poor Ashy, mica has a point ... and then groped to make me suffer less the gesture was still better than it did for me for ages!"
"Holy God. Should I make you forget about me and the lamp of your life but for your luck I have a big heart and a wallet laundry. Want to choose the weapon or not? "
" Where's the paper? "Churches Asher looking around.
"Newspaper? Mhuamhuamhuamhua! Musette you heard? The idiot look "the newspaper! It is not wheat? "
Musette opened her blue eyes innocently. "The term sir?"
"Go play with Valentina my dear, you seem a little single-issue ..." snorted Bellemorte. "Back to us Asher, a similar question to me would have expected from your partner ... you did more sgam snacks."
Asher's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and quickly Fine in a giggling a Jean-Claude, who was handcuffed to a pole with the help of Musette, dressed only in a white cloth model Jesus Christ without a cross or diapers for the elderly. "What would you say?"
"I mean" That "was the weapon of Jean-Claude, not yours."
"And my what? Modern girl? Top girl? "
" No. "Bellemorte stopped a few seconds to ensure the necessary suspense and then, with half satisfied sip, shoot." A great spiked club. "
" Ahhhhh! "Asher sighed with relief brushes her hair from front. "A spiked club." Then rolled his eyes. "A spiked club?"
Jean-Claude sighed resignedly. "Where is my crown of thorns? Forgive him, dear reader, because he knows what he does. "
" Yes my dear a nice spiked club. Does not he miss the good old days? Here's your chance. Carpe diem! Get Them! "
" But I can not ... "She whispered the vampire set before the friend who had already addressed the ecstatic face to the sky in search of spiritual saints and then stick the ravine full of tips that would give him shiny silver the ever-helpful Musette.
Jean-Claude stared at the bomb repressing a shudder horror. "But at least you sterile? How disgusting germs ... "
" On Ashy, Jean-Claude do see what you can do. "It makes Belle rubbing his hands." Let us see how to entertain the suggestion. Musette? MUSETTE? Bring me the umbrella that I do not want splattered with blood crinoline. "
The vampire settled on an armchair in the front row, but not too much, you see blood splatter as above, the plastic umbrella in one hand and a vodka martini shaken, not stirred, in the other. Musette settled between Asher and Jean-Claude in a tight angle with Ciack in hand. "Go with the first."
Asher closed his eyes and placed a question- with the spiked club. We put it all to hit him without hurting him but he could in any case to let him skip a nail of the foot.
"Ahio," groaned the victim. A Fine
choked on the martini. "Ahio? But what is this stuff? Are you comb the dolls? I want to take the mace and held it stick in the ass? Give him a decent punch or doubling the dose! "
Asher was on the verge of tears, and Jean-Claude pity, resolved to remove the hook. Maybe Belle was right, perhaps his Ashy needed to vent a little. "Did you hear that shit? Want to take the doubles as well? "
" I know you do it on purpose to add it to give. No helmet. I'm too smart. "Jean-Claude laughed throat, his head pouring back as the chains that would allow him blocked.
"Yes, yes Juli I always said you were a bright boy. Especially when he spoke ill of you. "
Asher meanwhile, went on to hit before the other foot, then a lock of hair, then some hair on the right leg. "He does not attack Jean-Claude, are too smart."
"He said you only hated because I was one of the benefits and that he was tired of mending socks and pick up the hair left over. And thank heavens he did not wear underwear. "
Belle with delight, picked up a nice sip of martini through a straw. "But that low blow ..."
"So I know it's all a sham! Lalalalalalala not hear you! "
" a fiction? "Repeated Jean-Claude still laughing. "Of course! You were our favorite joke, and by the way of fiction ... "
" Lalalalalalalala "kept yelling Asher with eyes closed.
"pretending all the orgasms!" Shouted Jean-Claude.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" did in choir and Belle Musette.
"What?" He rolls his eyes Asher. Jean-Claude closed his eyes and cashed his head between his shoulders expecting a beautiful wood that you did not expect too much.
Asher's face was distorted with rage, the fangs bared and hair air seemed the very face of terror. "Let's see who's laughing now, take that!" The mace Jean-Claude struck in the face leaving him half like rustic tomato sauce.
Belle stood up abruptly. What he would do if Jean-Claude had been ruined forever? Shit, I was not even insured! Then he calmed down, Jean-Claude was powerful and would heal this and more. The goal had been achieved, he thought, staring at Asher who completed his hundred shots, laughing hysterically as under the influence of a massive dose of helium or amphetamines, there was no longer needed her.
"fake orgasms? Pretend that! Mhuamhuamhuamhua "
Bellemorte picked up her skirts and went in haste: the umbrella was not enough and the suit was not very sexy. Au revoir



Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.

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Chapter 22 - What? What a scream!


Summary of previous episodes : Jean-Claude and Asher have done it. They made an affable blend their sire Belle Morte for money is second only to sex and just because you get fucked first and then we pay you. Belle Morte has decided to punish in an exemplary manner and with the trust Musette lead them to a favorite amusement park: the torture room. Peep from his magic box really special tools that horrified even Musette. What ever will?

Soundtrack: Word forward by Foo Fighters, With Celebrities know by Gem Boy
"Come on, Jean-Claude, do not be fool." Asher had grabbed the wrist of the other and stared at him with an air of superiority.
"I do not want to hurt you, Asher." Answered the "other returning his eyes with a faint streak of incazzatura. Would have had him start the agony, because Belle Asher did not want full power and with the permission of the barrel to fill it, and would not even extend the "wait, so, once recovered from the shock of having looked in the trunk of Pandora, had grabbed a Tools lighter, but the "other stopped him. What mephitic
contained the body? Something very simple, traditional and immensely sadistic, newspapers. Of all kinds, shapes and sizes rolled in hardcover, studded and tissue paper, newspapers and magazines, black and white and color images, news and current affairs astrology. Embarrassing, right?
"You know very well that the Corriere dei Piccoli is not enough. You should have realized that if you try to fool Belle is worse, ok, you're stupid and hearts to see the whips, but it is no exaggeration. " When Asher
accompanied his hand towards something bigger, an edition bound in lead and shape of a penis size of the book plus Arturo Heart, Jean Claude opened his fingers and opened her eyes, showing all his revulsion at "the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to use such a horror. "And you will not oblige me to make an" action so hateful! "Replied firmly. "Not only me screwing up on purpose, but now want to make me feel even worse. I've also ruined the record, my precious personal record of two years less two days without any punishment except the slap that do not count. " Musette
coughed on purpose: "Come on, still holds the record of 13 years 8 months and 29 days in a row of lashes," he tried to comfort him in his own way.
He rubbed his favorite parts automatically. "I'm the king of the children lucky, eh?" Then he turned back to Asher: "Anyway, man, you really are a bastard, but I could not let such a thing even if you hated it. And do not hate you. "Not always, he added mentally.
"Why?" It turned firmly to the wrist, forcing him to face him and taking him by the arms with rough romance. "How can you not hate me? I mean, honestly I do not even stand alone. "
The sparkle in his eyes anticipate the response. "Why is the void that left me your absence is so deep to swallow any other emotion."
"Gah?"
"What a mess, it will be because I'm an idiot. E 'emotion will grow slowly, and hold and come closer, listen well to what you sing. Words and rhythm will take your breath away, just say that we are speaking of asses, a bit 'emo too believe that we are listening right: Down with the Puritan! And with the shit you know, higher and higher you go, if your kid is not as gifted as you want, with just a Gem Boy you'll see that our song as a Doomsday inside you. "
" Eh? "
"It will be because you amooooooo"
Asher let go. "Oh, ok." And for once it seemed almost convinced. She turned slowly and walked to the pillories the center of the room. Suddenly he realized that perhaps cut short the 85 chapters and a half of torture could be a good idea. Also because the thought that Jean Claude was allowed not only without protest but would fit in to the dominant pain was for him a more devastating than any he had ever suffered. In addition he also suspected of having exaggerated the shit.
lifted his eyes to beautiful death: she knew it. At the precise moment when their eyes met, the Master put the barrel that his trust had arcontessa giustappunto rolled and came to him in his face only pessimism and annoyance. The vampire was about to slip off his shirt but she stopped him screaming shooting with high-pitched voice: "Nonono, schifoschifoschifo we need is to see you naked to make this already deleterious terminal agony." Then he clasped his neck and wrists in the pillory of Barbie pink, the hair chopping horribly in the hinges.
"You're such a crab, Asher. You are sadistic or not? First you do the proud until the jelly will not go to the brain, then a mess and now you regret that poor little dear sweet tender vampirino good suffer and the fall but if he tells you he loves you, so when you know that you love him too. But you're a fool, eat rocks, or you have a problem with alcohol? "
The vampire tried to find a comfortable position and to free the tangled hair to cover his face, to no avail. "But you'll bitch eh? If you have it with me why do not you blame me? "
She stepped back and looked at him scornfully. "You do not understand, Asher. This punishment 'for you. His involvement is just a hiccup, because is the only fool who still has a role in your autism, and then galloping to hurt you need to pull it in half, but you hear it crying all the time strazierà ears. Above all, I have broken my dick. That is, I've just polished the ovaries. I have not yet locked up in jail just for throwing away the key requirements of the script, but see that you are a beard of boredom. Or so you have to confront power and see if one of them by chance learn something here or are you going to give you the dick so regularly became quiet, ol'imbecille must understand that the brain can not drown in drool and break a shit every time we are talking about you. "
The room was filled with a sound that had not nothing human, it seemed more the cry of a dog dying. Asher was terrified. His eyes moved to Jean Claude: he was whining like a flayed alive, and his hands trembled like a notebook, which bears a picture of a werewolf minor plastic-filled with steroids, surrounded by smaller images of two Tokyo Hotels, the female and that overdosed on Viagra.
"Yes, yes, ladies and idiots, we have for you today a rare example of words! Even with posters of Jacob in 4D as a gift. This is not love? And there's the smell of wet dog, "said Musette.
Asher began to realize that the devil had done: the complaints were appalling, and the name was unpronounceable for him and cursed as a stroke of the bell on the skull. "Shit, Belle, you were quite right, this sound is horrible, it seems that's going to die. I must admit that I'm sorry? Ok, sorry. Come on, please, quit it ... "
" NO! "She growled, shrugging. "Now I've decided." An evil grin on his face of colored hour cruelty and malicious satisfaction, not to mention the flames of hell that came out of the hair, claws, tail hook and other symbols of human kindness at all exaggerated. "Especially because then comes the exciting part, when I crogiolerò in pleasure will try to beat you when you when your shots are going to rage between the scars already drawing her body, demonstrating that the plant must be cool to do, and that I am poor, and that you are the most beautiful couple the world and you feel sorry for the others whereas you're just a loser and a patient with the IQ of an ant in two. "
Asher felt the truth of those words choked, and was a bit 'to cry to him. Until suddenly the voice of his Master rang in her mind, cold but sincere. "Do you really want to advance a little 'this soap opera and show a little' affection? Be who you are, Asher. Use your pride, your innate cruelty and ass slammed in his face distorted by a century now. Rendigli the task less difficult. Make yourself obnoxious. Foul angry. Better yet, wake up his ardeur. It seems you can do that very well. "The vampire looked before him, and saw Jean Claude approaching. His hand clutched the pages with such force that seemed to want to rub. He stopped a few steps from him, the pallor of his face streaked with bloody tears gave much to his eyes, giving him dark depths.
"Everything you said is true, then the first duty and pleasure." He murmured. "I would prefer two centuries of torture and ill-treatment, rather than do this" order. "He raised suddenly letting go of his arm and a journalist with celerity potence not scarred on the cheek. Asher stared completely taken aback. "Ouch, what the hell are you doing?"
"Shut up and cagami, why did you break your cock a bit 'me too'. The second lash struck him on the other cheek, leaving a paper clip stuck on intact skin before. "I love you, you bastard" whipped the third. "And 'so the first moment I saw you." The fourth. "But you're an asshole". The fifth shot fell on the nose with such violence that even Belle found herself at him incredulously. Jean Claude stopped: in fact it was relaxing.
Asher gave him a basin, raising an eyebrow. In this he was always smarter. "I always say that you like me more with the scars, Jean?" I pressed a sexy voice, cold as his eyes. "Now you can finish the job, if you're too coward" when he saw the "but he stopped to think about matters worse, hoping to excite. "And we all know that two centuries of abuse would prefer to stay with me, my little pig!" "I do not understand really how do you stand still!" Belle's voice boomed grim, but she sat, placidly intent to smoke his pipe . And for your information, Asher, your scars is already punishment enough for me. So at half six tourist attraction, but if you become a nosferatu I'll finish. "With a dramatic sigh, he repaired the skirt and put his arm on the back. "Su, Jean Claude, go, I like your style, you're almost better than me. And I hope that sooner or later you will realize that it is too boring: better a good beef only good for the bed as Arturo. "
The eyes of the two vampires tried simultaneously for the eighth time in two pages. The wounds on the face of Asher had already healed, his expression was almost funny. Or so it seems. "Daaaai, plliiiiiiis, I am so Volia, I do love long long time, and five suchiasuchia percent flustate Dola, mom told me so. " I urged. The words came out of his mouth freely and spontaneously. If it was just what he thought or the only way to entice them, I do not even know him, he just wanted to go back to being the protagonist. "Come on, come on pull that morning." She could not even finish, the ardeur Jean-Claude began the transformation, and the vampire took a blow on the ear, cutting, which broke the skin.
Their eyes met for the fifty-seventh time.
"AO, which eccerto du 'pizza you are right there, that you're all stupid you are. What the fuck c'avrai then du languages, four tits, eight cocks? Boh. I guess I'll keep it disabbitato er skull. "He lifted a hand to palpate the ass. "He loved, now er casino has been done, but if he leaves us in Rome where er River Navigation, mica wine we drown: anvedi that if you ever pija 'na bira and calippo and let's do a par de ce week does not settle ".
And from that moment onwards, he began to sfracicarlo newspaper, magna cum joy until the end of the tablet. Au revoir



Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.

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Chapter 21 - Better to reign in hell or be a masochist?


Summary of Previously: Asher has returned from travel award to the Council relaxed and happy, but the stress of returning from vacation is around the corner. A big deal is blurred because of him and Jean-Claude and Bellemorte is out of the grace of god. What punishment will have to mind their augusta king? Capital punishment? A bit 'of spanking? Gigi d'Alessio a CD?

Soundtrack: Hell's Bells by AC / DC
penetrating Belle led the way in the dark depths of his court, avoiding bodies connected, syringes and used condoms and seriously thinking of organizing a collection door to door. The two vampires followed her in silence, wondering if their life would end that day, or if there would be back, as their Sire rant out loud trying to vent his pent incazzatura. "But I say, but it is impossible, if I tell it to those of the Council, I take the piss for at least a hundred years. There I go have that asshole of the journey that makes me the sarcastic jokes as if they pretend to touch me laugh already its shit jokes he is more powerful than me. And that stinker of Mortino? Stendetegli well as the red carpet while we're at ... maybe I should give up that filthy whore Yvette. "" Ma Belle "" Shut up Jean, I'm not talking to you but with Aldo! "Belle scratched dipiume the crest of the parrot, giving him a biscuit." What has more neurons in the beak than you have in your whole body. "Then he sighed." However you can rest assured, I will not again undergo the process of pest control ... "" Where are we going my lord? "" Oh our dear Asher deigns to speak. And then bestow these pearls. Where do you think we're going? At a picnic? On a school trip? At the mall? Oh, but now I understand the eyes and grim Faccini worried ... you are afraid! Do you think your mother wants you bother? "The two fellas exchanged a fleeting glance scared to go back to the cold eyes of an ordinance. "Actually ..." "We do not want to bother?" Asher asked. "I do not know what, my unhealthy offspring, but reasons of mere convenience and not let me. I can not dry up because Jean-Claude lose a bargaining chip too important." "Sigh." Sighed Jean-Claude. "I'm just a man covered ..." The vampire snorted. "I wish I were an item! Unfortunately speak! Asher And I can not bother you because otherwise I would go Para and god only knows how useless it is a bitch who does not concentrate and pretend bad orgasms. "" Ma Belle "replied Jean-Claude inflating his chest." In addition to Ball's more! "exclaimed Bellemorte in laughter. "Really? Men! What the hell do they want from me? Love?" In the deathly silence that followed the vampire's left eyebrow is arched dangerously. "I'm laughing at my joke." "Sorry. We had not seen the hunchback. Ah. Ah. Ah. "" So where are we going? "Churches Jean-Claude after giving a kick to Quasimodo.'s Fine winked mischievously. "Mhuamhuamhuamhua hell! Where else?" "For the fangs of Dracula!" Cursed Asher. "At your holiday village?" "Of course, idiot. And remember to pay your ticket!" Jean-Claude began to fondle the body parts he cared more than hoping it was not the last time I saw them. "Sigh ... at least it's return ..."
Asher had the decency to appear distressed and tried to make nice gesture, probably in an attempt not to alienate completely the sympathy of readers not masochistic: "Come on, Belle, let it be the small You know that's not his fault. "
"Ashyyy carinooo as you are! This you did not want to see me crying and begging me to sign on the calendar. "said Jean-Claude halfway between emotion and irony.
"But bad ass, you think what you had to give a prize? As if it was foreseeable that Mr. I've never been rejected here would react with one of his usual emo crisis instead of going by your secretary to get the papers reprint of shit ".
"Ufffffaaaa, I will take advantage of me because I'm a sadistic little hysterical and black."
"Shut Asher" said the other two in the choir and the parrot, musing sadly about why he could not go to places like everyone else. Meanwhile, in a glowing Musette Evening stilts and an ostrich boa waiting for them at the entrance to an amusement park very special. "Gentlemen Venghino venghino! Visit Torture Park! Amazing attractions, spectacular shows, special effects, more real than reality! Do not stay in the skin. Literally! "Belle nodded pleased then turning to the two vampires stared at the entrance with stolid expression. "Where do we start guys? And please get out from the face that look stupid then I remember the photo is not good. "Complained the sire and rattled the flash and a mechanical voice warned them that they could withdraw their souvenirs in the recovery, provided that they survived . "How about the chair mediaset Sign?" "What's that?" Peeps timidly Jean-Claude. Bellemorte yawned ostentatiously before answering. "A restraint chair where you are forced to stand with eyes open and see a repetition only Mediaset." Even rai. "He added Musette. "Both are the same ..." "Horror !!!!" they said in unison Asher, Jean-Claude and Aldo. "Do you prefer the island of suicide?" The Churches sourdre de sang. "I mean a room with sand, sound of the sea, sunrises and sunsets on sensory movies and soundtrack 30 seconds to Mars. So far, the record of survival was four days, after which the victim did not resist the lure of the sun. "Musette He hastened to add that without someone had requested the information surplus. Asher Golden raised his eyebrows. "Beautiful, very emotional." Emo but permanently. "Bellemorte commented, shaking his head." Jean-Claude unable to withstand even ten minutes. "" And what's Musette, "asked the latter indicating a small guillotine beside the more canonical size version. "The guillotine?" "Not that great, that small! E 'Valentina? "" Yes, "said Musette. "The uses for the dolls?" Continued Jean-Claude intrigued. "No." They replied in chorus Bellemorte, Musette and the Asher. Jean-Claude scratched his head, uncertain whether to give voice to the confusion and risk to look bad or shut up. Then he decided that he could not get any worse and might as well remove his whim. "And then for cos-" Suddenly enlightened understanding of the immense. "Oh. It takes that little thing and make our little thing in that little hole ... "
" and Zack, you check the tip! "Completed Musette drooling.
"I remembered that I already have at home, I'm sorry." "Nonsense ... just grows back!" A Chios Bellemorte extremely bored. "Enough!" He broke Asher unwise, given the precariousness of the situation. "You have made me want to self-inflicted a bull of Phalaris, or a nice wheel of misfortune or a healthy beat the soles of the feet. Belle Christ's sake, but something traditional is not it? "Meanwhile, poor Jean-Claude was trying desperately to enter the island of suicide, but was taken over by the collar by an ever-attentive Musette. "I see you dismember unfortunate for the Council has made in a boring conservative dear Asher. If I also become Republican term you seriously. "Thundered the Lord about to explode." You want tradition? It is tradition. Musette? Pass me the trunk of rosewood in the closet. "The corpse factotum already turned white if possible even more. "What?" "Yes, my dear." Grinned Belle. "Just" that "."

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Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.

What Is The Best Way To Get Rid Of Verrucas

Chapter 20 - Maybe I did not understand


Summary of the previous installments: Our emo-vampire after many ups and downs seem to have come to the crucial crossroads in their history of ammmore. Jean-claude Asher caught in flagrante delicto with the star of her transgender theater company. No matter if they are women, but women fuck not, pliiis. Will there be repercussions? Apparently not, but Asher has something in mind and, for those who follow the photo, no. It is not a saw.

Soundtrack: Killer Queen by Queen
Asher was walking down the long corridors of the residence of Belle whistling. Yes, our tormented vampire was incredibly good spirits and after making skid with a well-aimed kick in the blond baby tricycle that was about to overtake on the right also began to giggle. What could have ever happened?
was back looking so handsome in an absurd way? No, it was just beautiful. France had won the World Cup. No, Domenech was also on the cock to him. He had won the Lotto? No, had not been invented yet. So what?
happy Asher walked step by step retracing the highlights of his last business trip. Extremely satisfactory. Sometimes we wanted a break from the atmosphere exhausting oversexed and densely sperm of the court of Fine and he had taken advantage of in full! It was immersed in the relaxing body and soul of the inquisitions of the Council so as to finish his work a few days before. Whips, studs, bulls of Phalaris ... had a lot of new figures to be exchanged with that slut Valentina and quite a few 'trophy to be displayed above the fireplace next to the portrait of him, Julie and Jean-Claude. He had to hang on the necklace of ears or put nails torn in pout-pourri? So in that asshole Jean-Claude would have said that they were mushrooms and dried rose petals ...
"Asher, dear ..." The vampire
stopped suddenly, he was so absorbed in his thoughts that had not even noticed to have arrived in the main hall. Above all, he had not realized its two occupants: Belle and Jean-Claude. Asher barely repressed a shudder, for once not caused by cold looks or ardeur desirous of any kind. To let him know you're in enough shit Labbruzzo the flickering and shiny eyes of his ex who stared obstinately silver buckles of his shoes as if they were the most beautiful objects in the world. Jean-Claude was a slut with her shoes, but not to that point.
Bellemorte was sitting on her throne, forty feet high. The stand possessed of many steps that clearly showed the benefit enjoyed by its occupants: Jean-Claude at that time occupied the third, following sprint Musette, who was setting up snow slopes on the arm Luigi something with one hand while performing a shiatsu massage to the feet with the other gifts, and the parrot Aldo, who waved the sourdre de sang flapping wings, but Asher had feeling that soon there would be a mixture.
"Just the vampire that we needed." Hissed the mellifluous voice of Belle.
Now, his sire, despite the three thousand-odd years on the rump, had only four tones of voice, the utter emptiness of which only the old are capable, and Belle never used because a lady does not reveal his age the contralto tone sexy cat's in love, good for sex, the findings friendly and torture, incazzatura the eighth full-blown on the Richter scale, a mat, and this: the tone of quiet before the storm that caresses and soothes to leave you alone predict the load of shit that you would bury a little later. Asher was also bet on the amount of shit that would have drowned, but it is worth winning easy when you're gonna die and you can not enjoy the victory?
"Asher, my dear ghost operetta by two cents, go ahead and sit next to your snacks and appears to be of immense enlighten me! Only you can solve the infamous case of missing documents. "
" Documents? "Fine
nails began to dig furrows in gilded wood his bench and the temperature rose several degrees Aldo forcing the poor to work overtime. "Yes, documents, my hideous progeny, the card you have in mind? Those beautiful white sheets on which various kinds of hieroglyphics proclaim changes of ownership and wealth generally in my favor? Do you remember it? "
" Oui, I remember. "Asher sighed, bowing his head.
"And I also am reminded of what documents, specifically, are we talking about? No, do not bother to answer my dear, I do not want your brain cells degenerate further in an effort to remember, I'll tell you. I'm talking about documents he had prepared for the annexation of Park at the Rose Theatre here this idiot. "
" Really ... "He tried to replicate timidly Jean-Claude. Aldo
Belle grabbed by the tail and slapped the vampire insolent in its beak. "No Jean, you do not even talk, I decided that fool from now on will be your new name. And what do you think? "Insinuating continued, turning to another. Asher
we thought for a second and then nodded with conviction. "I think that is very good, my Queen."
"I was speaking of the documents you idiot!"
"I do not know what to say Belle." Muttered back falsely contrite expression.
"But I do. Do you think that they have found inoperable and now soaked with water. And I mean water, not oil or sperm. Do you think the idiot next door and glanced icy Jean-Claude "I told them that we had a dog in the mouth ..."
"Actually I said that a dwarf dressed as a ballerina I tripped and I dropped on the desk chair that toppled that has moved the cabinet that held up a gust of wind power that has flown the documents that have been picked up by a rogue werewolf dog on which I promptly did put a bounty. Dead or Alive. "
" Shut up fool! I remind you that the third step is a short step to the hatch. "Straightened Belle crinoline nervously and took a deep breath. "Let's get back to us when you went dall'imbecille Asher ... before you leave for your holiday in the Council there had them fucking records, I've seen them!"
"Yes it's true."
Belle's eyes blinked more sometimes taken aback. "How do you say is true ... not even a lie, a lie any, we do not even try to defend yourself?"
"No."
"But if I had a fool he had seen them. Then it's all your fault! "Roared, standing up suddenly, while the idiot in question shall carry out his will: he left his shoes for Asher, his clothes to his sex toys ... Asher
"No." He repeated the more challenging the Lord with his eyes colder.
"No?"
"No."
Belle sank on the throne with his forehead. "Musette Christ! Fetch me the Colombian and would not dream of cutting it. "Then he sighed, turning back to that child for her most mysterious of crosswords with no plan and no clue of the Week Puzzles. "Well? We said that you had these documents. And why do not you have given them imbecility? The You got to be the first actor? Mhuamhuamhua "Belle laughed uproariously. "Bella this! Is not she beautiful? Laugh on! Aldo too. "
Asher nodded without even discover half tusk." Oui. "
"Yes?" He repeated Belle. "Yes what? Porcacacca, I'll be a fool not me? "
" Yes, I caught, though in reality it was the first actress. "
" Actress? "Belle scratched his wig and then turned furious, glaring Jean-Claude with his eyes. "You tell me that there are women in your company?"
"You're talking about Cynthia, the one I have recommended you." He parried the poor.
"Cinzia-Ci-Ahhhhhhhhhh! Cynthia! Yes, of course, really a woman with balls, the kind that you like them. And then? You got to get our Cynthia Jean, well. It documents what the fuck what? Did you used to do a blowjob to both? 'Cause you know, I could forgive an affair shaded light of creativity and intelligence in the use of bold office supplies ... "
" No. I'm pissed off and I just threw them away. "
" You're pissed off and have them thrown away. "He repeated parrot-Fine, no offense to Aldo. The woman burst into a forced chuckle. "Come on, do not joke that is not the time. Do not you have really eaten the dog? "He stopped in front of the cold stare of a suicide blond and he took care to check with the lie-detector vampire his mental state. Then she whispered: "Asher, tell me the dog ate them."
"No. I'm pissed off and I just threw them away. "
"You're pissed off and have them thrown away. Musette you heard? "The voice of the Lord was a crescendo of anger and repressed power, close to the explosion. "There was pissed off and threw them out! MhuaMhuaMhua "Musette
skirt pulled from the blood pressure monitor. "Sign, the pressure ..."
"No, Musetta Have you heard? HAS 'pissed off and threw them out. Do you understand? "Belle screamed tearing eardrums for miles. Then there was a quiet moment or perhaps had become simply unbearable all deaf.
"Tell me Asher ... want to die? Want to put an inglorious end in this way to your miserable life? "
" Why not? "He shrugged his shoulders while the vampire Jean-Claude bit his fingers in blood. "I'm ugly, do not and I'm tired of pringles, not to mention the sour cream is a taste of Krauts. Make a little 'you ... "
" Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm taking the piss? Then you dry the fool! "
" Hey! I just want to suffer, not die! "Musette
leaned to whisper in the ear of his mistress. "... You Signò remember your headache ... your problemini ...
"Um ... ok. Do not you dry the fool, but the torture you, the schiavizzerò sevizierò for the other one hundred years of turpitude so you will be further indebted to him and there will be financial maneuver that can recover from the brink of remorse and Moody's in you declasserà emoisterico Class Z -Twilight. Jean-Claude And you do not make your way in the pants at the thought that I ruin the effect. "
" Nooo! "Cried Asher, finally received his equanimity. "He has nothing to do, kill me! I can not take another century to look like I'm good to sacrifice for you ugly piece shit but I love you so! "
" But I love you so ... "Peeps Jean-Claude.
"Do you like that kills you, eh?" Belle chuckled, happy to have finally hit its niche in the private sector. "Unfortunately your worthy appearance, and which seem nell'indecoroso idiot trying to cover, and some that really only a fool would try to fool me to save my ass of a bitch like you, even if it is the only part still good, it was correo made the crime of treason which I obviously can not go unpunished. Are two centuries old vampire's bloodline and your comparison Bellemorte Edward Cullen became a luminary of science! "
At this point, Jean-Claude protested indignantly. "But I've never been rejected!"
"I do not give a fuck, to whip up is proof that the children gives excellent results! My kids can fuck, rape, torture, and no time about it being a mom or castrating apprehensive, but they can not, or can not make them fucking ridiculous money. Is that clear? "The two vampires stared in silence as he repeated the last words of Musette Belle as an echo. "I did not feel well, you understand?"
"Yes, Belle." They said the two bowing his head.
"You say," You were clear, "idiots!"
"You were clear, imbeciles" replied in chorus.
Belle growled in a sudden burst of humor. "Apparently, you need an intensive review of the fundamentals. How about a great revival? "Jean-Claude
clapped her hands enthusiastically, thinking of his favorite purple. "Middle Ages or the Roman Empire?"
"Musette? Go on and polishing equipment, hurry! "He ordered Belle with a shrug. "And as for you ..." She whispered
passing between the two vampires, the aura around him so imbued with the power to make it look impressive, a colossus of evil energy that startled them without even touching them (And also swear that this is the original). "Follow me."

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Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.

Tattoos Of Rosary Beads On Ankle

Chapter 19 - But you know that I prefer women! Do not despair

Summary of Previously : Jean-Claude and Asher are two former lovers from two hundred years the verge of a reconciliation / nervous breakdown / overdose (Tick as appropriate depending on the mood), and since the start of this pass alternating phases of fanfiction I love you I hate you I hate you I love you I love you I love you too but Morgana71 disagrees. This marriage is not to do and Carneades, who was he? Perhaps a vision seen by Asher in amphetamines while he was on the bank of the Seine to count sheep, poodles and fit. But Asher is not with our hands, are usually in the pants, but not this time. Must attend to business red tape with Jean-Claude and no, now the Cossack not call it that, really must get him to sign the paperwork, and then reluctantly goes to the theater where the surprises ... smoke a pipe? Watching yet another replica of Gilmore Girls? Make words Crusades? Yes, I know, any person with the imagination of an ant has already figured out but it's not our fault that these two are the same things!

Soundtrack: Macho Man by Village People
Asher's eyes widened in surprise forgetting his usual cold stare and even hide behind the scarred side of his beloved tuft of hair.
Was it possible? He must really believe his eyes? The coca which stunned recently had begun to rodergli what little was left of his brain?
Jean-Claude was on his knees on the bed, oblivious, completely immersed in what he was doing and a woman with two very very high and extremely huge tits was riding him hard from behind. I was riding? A woman?
"Jean-Claude!"
The vampire took a leap and splintered nails on the bedside orgy bed with fright. "Oh my God!" Squeak. "My husband!"
"Are you married?" Asked the woman behind him with a pleasant baritone voice.
"but not cherie, it's just a saying. I have all the benefits without even a Rogne "
Asher stared icily the two lovebirds, who in spite of the intrusion had not even pretended to stop giving off balloon full of insults with the nonchalance typical of the ancients. "Well, well, well. Here it is the Jean caught with our little hands in the jar of jam. "
" Actually I'm not having to put my hands. "explains Jean-Claude wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"I really do not have hands." Clear statement of the woman deposited a kiss on the shoulder of the companion.
"Stop it!" Barked Asher throwing the nonchalance in the toilet and pulling the toilet. "I do not give a damn shit! The truth is that after all the promises and the kisses and forgive us back to the starting point: that I will make you the first bill that passed the fuck! "
" But Ashy, mica does not count! It 's a woman! You know that I prefer. "
Woman in question turned to Asher, without detaching the other vampire, holding out a hand of a mason. "Nice dear, my name is Cynthia!
"He has a beard Jean-Claude."
"So what? Moustached woman always liked. "
" She has the cock. "
" Oh really! It 'like a woman like me, those who have that something extra. "
" And that something! "Said Cynthia, smiling. "Will you join us, honey? You can ask the policeman behind the screen if it makes you a bit 'of place! "
Asher's hair began to slap levitate ruining the clump carefully crafted. "Jesus, Jean-Claude, now I have to also entertain your Ganzi? "
Jean snorted presaging the arrival of yet accusations. "Excuse moi cherie but I need some 'privacy." He whispered to her companion in the eye and snapping his fingers, a woman's conscience evaporated like snow in the sun.
"Uhhh the super master at work! What has the IQ of an ant with your eyes you'll make it too? "
Jeen-Claude's eyes flashed a flash of anger. "Look bbbello, we put the record straight: Cynthia is my first leading lady and even though it has cheeks a bit 'rough deserves your respect. It 's a woman with balls, you know? "
" Do not I doubt it ... "
" Shut up. According to me you give up you moron! I've given up like you always do. Thou hast made him fear for "making him the verse in a voice shrill." God has Ardy! My God is more powerful than me! Oh God make me his slave! So what? How many times have you come close to make me your slave? "
Asher laughed chillingly. "Near?"
"And now I do all the macho men only because my demon is more pumped than usual." I ignored the other. "Thou hast broken er cock Asher. To me and to my ardeur: If our favorite jelly does not want us to play with patience, those who has satisfied and I want to enjoy, enjoy, enjoy! What have you to say now? "
Asher said in his own way. Jean-Claude He shot a cold stare and took flight.
few minutes later he found himself the vampire ERM hill was always dear to him were it not for the fucking hedge from seeing most of the horizon prevents me and ruin the view.
The river was slow, panta rei, indifferent to his suffering. There was no religion.
The noise of the hard rain of late Tuesday was mixed with the beat of his heart went crazy as the wings of a chardonnoret hamster in a cage, and the drops of rain streaming down his face hiding the tears of anger failed to retain and luckily that did not use kohl as Jean-Claude.
"What have I done to deserve all this time?"
sad and mournful voice of Jean-Claude came behind the unexpected. Well, let's face it, only an idiot would come unexpectedly, but the rest of our vampires can be expected that much, no? Asher took a deep breath and turned around.
Jean Claude was in front of him, naked except for his cloak behind him said, dripping wet, almost glowing in the pale moonlight. What's new, practically, it was in that condition from the first chapter ...
"What a bore! But I always follow? Back to Natalie. "
"Cynthia. "
" Cynthia, Jessica, Desiree ... what the fuck you want. I'm tired and I just want to count the sheep wandering Asia odir on my lonely hill and the wind rustling through the trees. "" Not the wind, is a homeless drunk who vomits. "Said Jean-Claude wearily. "And the sheep the accounts or the mountains?"
"What 's your typical reproach by this petty when you know very well that my mind has not the pure form, but only love. Do you know the truth? "" No, Asher. "Replied the other with a defiant tone. "Spit it out the fucking truth that there are two centuries have on the crop! "
" The truth is ... The truth is ... The truth is ... "The vampire paused, staring at the friend who hung on his lips waiting for a response. "The truth will tell you the next installment. Cliffhanger! Mhuamhuamhuamhua! God how I'm bad! "
" Come on Ashy "complained Jean-Claude plaintive voice." Okay sadism but now it is no exaggeration! "
" Occhei. The truth is I had a great desire to kill you. "
" Mon Dieu! Now that's a spoiler ... "
Asher began to speak staring into space as if he were watching a movie shot in his head.
"If I'd stayed a minute longer, I'd be fed up with her to kill her, I would have bled to death and thrown away and then dedicate myself to you."
Jean-Claude yawned. "And let me guess: you would kill me too?"
"I think so." Asher said with a cold stare. "It probably would have prevented me because now you are the strongest, it seems ... but in the end, I would have killed you. Just play with stuff like dirt and distract blowjobs and the like. "
" So you would kill me after she fucked to exhaustion, I guess, right? "
" Hey! But when I told you my plans?. " Growled before returning to the cold stare of stolid order. "But wait, you're taking the piss?"
"Jesus! You realize it only now? "Jean Claude came dangerously. "In any case the idea stirs me. When we turn this snuff movie? "
" You are a very very sick child. "
" Fuck Asher. We've been together for years! I could bear it otherwise? "
" Are you calling me a monster? "
" Uffaaaaa "Jean protested miming vomiting. "Ancora 'is the history of the monster!"
"Of course! Why did you turn rotates the lover and of course it is also a piece of ass though of dubious sexuality. "
Jean-Claude erse in all its dignity and tormented emo masochist sfiguez, pointing his finger straight into the chest of Asher. He was just a beautiful chest.
"Listen, my dear cicci-pucci, I doubt very few, but this is not the point. The question is, what the fuck you nefrega to you? I've served my bird, my balls, my ass, my feelings and everything that makes me a person, more or less, on a silver platter, and thou hast thou spit on it. I have just stew. I go forward. "
Asher sniffed. "Without me. Do you have a Kleenex? "
"I just want someone that I did not waste and do not want me just for my power." Went the other handing him a wet corner of the mantle. "I've finished blowing here. It 's a sin so unforgivable? "
" Well, it's silk, will no longer be on. "
" meant someone who will not want just my Ardy. "
" No, Jean. "Whispered the other, shrugging. "It is a shame, it's just an impossible wish in this fanfiction."
"Listen to me Ashy ... try to make peace with your brain and your bird, and decide what you really want. So it seems only a arrogant, spoiled and perpetually dissatisfied. "
" Once it was just that you liked me. "
" But once I have sex! And sorry if it is little. "
" Once I was cool and that's all that matters. "
Jean-Claude closed his eyes, defeated, uncertain whether to tear his hair or get to scream. Then he decided to ruin the curls that was out was a waste of breath and screaming. "What did you do in theater?" Finally murmured almost inaudibly.
Asher stared at him coldly. But then, suddenly, came the spring and the ice melted. It 'goes without saying that the sudden changes in temperature favors avalanches?
"Nothing important." Quietly answered. "Tomorrow I go back to last mission for the Council, and I'll be away for quite a while. 'I looked with a strange look, one last time. "I just wanted to say hello. That's it. "
Jean-Claude scratched his head, thinking that this man is not worthy c'avrebbe never understood a dick. "Oh well then hello."
"Hello." Replied enigmatically the other fly. No one would prevent him from mounting, that is, counting sheep, not even Jean-Claude!
Now that was a cliffhanger, porcapaletta! Au revoir



Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.