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Summary of Previously : We left for a while 'our boys embracing on the bed after he confessed once more as torture is the true heart of their union. Jc has threatened Asher, this time will not be like the others, this time takes a real man, kind and good. Asher said "dick, slave!" Good wishes, no?
Soundtrack: On a mission by Gabriella Cilmi
Jean Claude kept his promise to do his worst. Thus, in the following months, Asher completely lost his head. As if the first ... but not prevailed! Already in its wake, the next night, the vampire he found himself alone, and there wanted nothing more to give him a great excuse to put the muzzle. He had not yet opened his eyes, already his penis envy sfregiat not ... uh ... self-esteem accused him of being nothing more than an idiot if he really hoped he would remain there, waiting for his slow awakening, now that was so powerful . In reality, Jean-Claude had awakened directly in the bed of Belle at 10 am, with an obviously phallic bottle of blood in his throat and an IV of power and adrenaline to raise the dead. The vampire, vampire mode of the suffering, he had not expected that opened his eyes and asked "Alloooooraaaa?" And be told every fine detail of the previous night. He told her everything, and they had gossiped for hours to decide the next move. Why, then, Asher had reached a breaking point, agreed on this, and he realized that a perverse and evil monster was, however, maintain an attitude for being too sexy and not be downgraded to low-grade Andros. Now was not the time to let go, in fact, had to insist to get it back to love even more than sex and drugs rock'n'lol. And maybe it was also the case of jealousy relax a moment before someone really kill her inclonabile. When Asher arrived from Belle was left to listen and encourage their sympathy out the door while the two ended up inside to lick the last drops of discussion about him. "So when you believe you have nothing else to tell me, Jean Claude?" Probably tomorrow dear, you know that when we are biting the best mission of the seven dwarves "he giggled like an idiot. "And then I need to help me for that detail practical: I need an excuse, you know it that I need it. I mean, otherwise I would not be credible to me ... do you see the monk to give her a drink to someone, even to Asher, who are riverginescion way for him? Come on, nobody could be so stupid to believe, not one of the puritanical teodem Mississippi. " "Okay, even if I do a little 'punishment'. Fine raised her voice, as if hearing supernatural Asher was not yet sufficiently stimulated. "Jean Claude, as punishment for being too greased with ardeur, or as a reward for not going to complain about me with Morgana71 well for a chapter, you are condemned to write a rule to your nymphomania indefinitely" settled seriously. "Unless you serve to your lover to piss the idiot, of course," he added mentally only to the vampire in her bed, whimpering that he sighed: "But when I come to you to beat me from it? Pliiiiiiiis? "The master gave him the scratch card under the chin with the beak of a offesissimo Aldo, pleased: "Of course, Tontolini gold, mica me back I do not want the headache. This also applies to when you've taken your favorite blood product. " Asher felt his anger mounting: they spoke of as a thing, an animal. A servant. Assailed by a burst of insight, he was the doubt that this was a hoax, since it was unthinkable that at least she did not receive its proximity. Then the door opened: "I was talking to me?" "Oh, yes, you heard right?" "Sure, I was just eavesdropping!" He said sourly, before getting to soothe Jean Claude, who ran straight up like a cat rubbing against her legs, purring. Belle a mimed retching and lit his pipe of opium, returning to smile and ask resigned and a bit 'stupid: "You are at least going to apologize before shooting from the front until it has passed me the desire to use you as sturacessi ? "The two bowed and took a firm resolution not to sin no more: they were words of ritual she liked to let him remain on any subsequent sheets. Then Asher was unceremoniously kicked out to listen some more '. We will never know if he was talking about opium, but Belle wanted to give Jean Claude a good luck to convince him to make the urgency of new expendable his sweetheart. "Because you see," he explained at the end to force you pricks did not you come up so bad, you're cute and nice, but ... "" I'm not your type, "he winked mischievously. "Ninth, I like the toys from college that we do together, but sometimes a woman also needs a man." The vampire nodded his head slightly bowed. "I miss him very much ..." Receiving no answer, Jean Claude began to run towards the door, when suddenly she spoke. "Of course I miss it, what do you think?" He replied with a shadow of melancholy so obvious that Asher felt his heart stop already halted more, and for once felt a bit 'too queer for the land. "But what is more pear-Louis Sloth. But do you think a bag on his head ...? "They were the last words he was able to perceive. Quite excited by the revelations just heard, was about to leave when, unexpectedly, Jean Claude opened the door and slapped his tongue in her mouth and pierced them with his most deadly and evil (yes, this is the original: Morgana71 is just a slut). "We're going to work, mon amour. Now. "And from that moment onwards was like sitting on a carpet of needles. Of course this was the infamous contract for the purchase of the land. Settle the matter through legal channels was of course possible, but why use the long and expensive method? Asher broke off the boxes for at least two hours about being ugly and now unable to have sex, but Jean Claude Hamiltonian demolish all the careful design of a character that is not the most original and macho one can argue - that was enough to keep the hair in your face 2 - to 3-hypnotize enough that there was no moral difference between the hypnotize someone with the power of plastic surgery or contact lenses colored 4-a vampire who was still proud of its powers and thereby give a damn what a 5-6-fuck was a fuck that Belle had forbidden to have sex, and mica do not want to beat it again so soon. Asher was like to be shaken out with lightning in the ass, and once breached was not difficult to push over the precipice of taking care of the mayor, his wife, his daughter, his son, his brother, cousin of Coso, the It clown, butler, valet of the first and second, the maid, the housekeeper, the deputy mayor, the governor, the president of the province, the junta, the Tourism Council of sister city, a couple of tobacconists, four minors who were passing by, a bunga-bunga and a chancellor, not to mention the dog. While these were held two or three orgies Jean Claude, quietly sneaking, you cut out a visit in the motel with the notary. In reality it was not nothing but a blatant provocation her: why was unnecessary because the issue had already been completed, and that because the notary was too handsome. Asher of course noticed it but for once and not caring if they had passed, he cocks his and beyond. Logically, Jean Claude did not stop there, and began to put into practice all the dance rubbing dell'ammmmore dell'oritteropo anteater Tibetan who knew to his crazy ex too proud. In the absence of other merchandise, spread his attention, as well as Cynthia, the theater company made up almost entirely of, well let's ask why, only to be beautiful rather high steers open to every perversion, prostitution to any customer who loved the theater, let alone not deigned to give even a sprinkle from the boss in exchange for a good part of the protagonist. And perhaps for this reason, whenever their eyes stopped on Asher, their eyes lit up, but not of terror or disgust. Each of them knew that he had important role in the donors, and found it ... the right person to do a blowjob. It was exactly this term or that the bell'Andrè Antonio, in a case called him to save his life when, caught in attitude rather intimate with her beloved employer, the latter asked him if he found her incredibly ficoficofico friend. * Flashback * 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 coke which is stunned by too much time had finished rodergli what little was left of her nose? Jean-Claude was on his knees on the couch and maintained a sniff ... sniff ... infrared ... ... calorimetric examination of the wrist and the pupil ... "Porcaccia, a human," he growled, genuinely offended. In short, a rational level he knew that a woman had to respect something too, and something less, but this is exaggerated. "Oh, are you dear? Yes, meet Dominique, no Ruby, no Ludo, occazzo what it is, comes from Beri, Erasmus is here and makes the theater as a hobby, calling itself as one of Lady Oscar Andre because being gay is not at all eccentric, but to be stupid not missing anything, it is not exciting? "" No, it sucks. It looks like a bush. Now I'll kill you both. " Asher yelled pulling out a pistol from his pocket. "But love, I thought you were Bush happy to see me ...? Er, I mean, Andre! May I introduce my husband? Our story is a tear in the ass, but so be it. Ficoficofico not find it? "* End * The human flash was a bit 'confused. His first instinct was to run naked as a worm, then stood mesmerized more than it was before, so he began to drool, then brush the hair and approach to his ear. "'O Famo strange?" Whispered leaving him stunned. And while Jean Claude Asher stared shocked that showed his skill in making the helicopter, the young Andre's is stuck like a zombie until you get slinguata sound. Then he broke away from the human ecstasy and turned to each other, "Gah ... sbav ... oui ... QI ant ... It 's really the right man to do when a blowjob: c'avevi reason, Gianni." He did not realize the how or why it reacted so violently, perhaps he became convinced that Jean Claude had charmed the boy, or because they seemed to speak of him as a specimen on display and judging, because a lower or any calling him with nicknames bedroom. But we really need a reason to send in our hysterical blonde? The fact is that Asher left the dressing room blinded by anger, which triggered no control over the front rows of the theater, on which he wrote with blood little things like "Best of the fool" or "fagot who sits." It was neither the first nor the last time you saw Jean Claude forced to Ikea sudden rush to buy back plates and glasses that her former husband broke to have fun. It had always tolerated these outbursts of anger, not at all unexpected, even a little 'upheld, considered unavoidable and necessary to achieve its purpose. But, just to make something happen and give us the opportunity for a sex scene that was missing for at least ten lines, not that time. Its reaction with human him particularly nervous, and did not leave run. The audience joined in, grabbed him by the shoulder and turned abruptly toward him. "I'll pull thee so much that bounced in the face?" Asher was speechless: it was not certain what he expected him to accuse. "I do not want the pity of anyone." He replied, however, acid. "And I'm not a freak." "No, you're just a vampire stupid and dumb." "Yes, I am a vampire, but stupid and dumb are synonymous, ignorant." "Never heard of the use of pleonasm how to strengthen?" They looked askance at, but Jean Claude was irritated not so sexy as not seen him for some time. Asher then lowered the tone. "What the fuck you want?" Churches feigning indifference. "What you forget my face just because you promised an increase in a man's Biafra?" Jean Claude clenched his jaw, but his eyes remained cold. "Or do you want to be pleased that I find" ficofico, maybe because they have the IQ of a hamster Space rotten and you manage to hypnotize her with your sick desires? "" That's not true not true not true! " screamed sharply. "You seem really so absurd that others see you as I see you? What do you want someone who is more than a few scars ... " "A couple?? In the face if I let the two-way ... So now you're more beautiful. Gnegnegne. " At that point, Jean Claude sighed in exasperation. He walked over and touched ... well, guess what '. Asher fought furiously not to whine and not fuck her that she would not listen, did not even want to think about what he had just said, he did not feel his hands on balls, he did not think about the needs of the fan fiction. But did not back: he closed his eyes and let his fingers trace the furrows that seemed horrible had incinerated his heart, his spirit, his soul, his feelings, his emotions, his kindness, his cheerful and his penis. "But why are you torturing me?" He whispered. "Forced me to make me your homework and you make me jealous from time to time but not have sex with me? Or forcing me to externalize my repressed lust with other again till I'm an addict and I fall into your arms? "I honestly did not understand very well this part of the script. "I do not know, but I'll break the boxes for a long time. Until you adjust your emitudine. "Asher opened his eyes and gave him an ice cold stare. "I've done nothing, make a snake! Do not you hurt me, pig face! Do not scare anyone, Asher. Neither me, nor beautiful, nor my or your lover. It 's only when you stark mad and make grimaces and you put the lipstick in the scars that in fact you are a bit' scary. There is precisely a case history of Freud that is right for us, if you come across and I Coso you read it ... "He slid his hand to grab her and began to retreat back into the room. "And then we spend whole nights in my bed doing nothing and it's beautiful anyway!" I scoffed as he took with him. "I'll log in the ass?" "Come on be serious." Jean Claude then froze in front of him and his eyes sparkled its like a flash in the dark. "You know that when I was thirteen, my cousin made me see and then they are traumatized." "What the hell are you saying?" "But you've got it in supercazzola sbiribocci Antani for two?" "Huh?" "Puppa!" Asher finally understood and growled: "Ah, is it? You think you're smart to have begun in which chapters teasing me? Well let's see how hanger. " He grabbed his companion, he observed in passing that he was already naked, and threw him on a chair pulled up to fill the belt. Jean-Claude rolled and squeaked happy, thinking were preliminary, but once the big vent dell'incazzatura, Asher told him to tidy up the room, while he brought on stage the human and fucks him to death. Some time later ... "I have a gift for you." He broke Asher entering the room without even knocking Jean Claude. * Flashback to the second * "Good evening, monsieur." The man turned suddenly and saw him: just waving out the window, her face obscured by long hair shone under the moonlight, red lips, folded in a provocative smile and decided. He shook his head, sniffed for a moment that had the barrel off just asking about his pusher of confidence, but the figure did not move. And then she recognized him. "Ah! Who the fuck you were here, "exclaimed in surprise. "Ebbravo you remember, you have won an hour more of life." "Are you ... you are my friend Jean Claude. "He said hesitantly. "How do you fly?" He then asked remembering that his study was on the third floor. Without deigning to reply, the figure bowed his head and discovered part of the face. "You know, stripped." His voice was soft and seductive, and the man could do nothing but run, while the unexpected guest leaped beside him, lightning and elegant as a beautiful elephant, so no only we have made a comparison horror film, but also does rhyme. He looked around smugly. "I see that at least you do not live in a shack and you know you probably read" notes quietly. "I like most humans without syphilis." "Really ..." The man was embarrassed, that being so close to imposing, yet so mysterious ficofico. "Really what?" Churches impatient turned suddenly and looked straight at me, already tired of hearing dinner speaking. My God, she thought the other when the saw teeth by beaver. Then he tried to keep himself in countenance. "Actually, if you have fantasies about the law codes are a bit 'perverted' said so. "It 's my job." The creature smiled, approaching again. "And I see that I'm not alone." Touched his cheek with his knuckles and carefully examined his face. It was really nice. The delicate features were marked by a brown goatee that made him look authoritative, but green eyes, clear and innocent, betrayed his youth, as well as the long hair in a queue, which untied in a moment, releasing long waves shiny. It looked like a bearded lady. "Your face ..." he sighed, suddenly human. Sought to examine and raised a Gently hand to offset the golden threads that hid her cheek. The expression of the other hardened, and made a face to scare him. "It must have been a terrible accident. It 'been on the job? Or perhaps a Muslim wife jealous? A plastic surgeon gone mad? I can help you get compensation if you will. "Alleged loss in his eyes, slipped fingers to caress the hand disfigured, and then scroll through the lips and finally achieve the perfect skin. "But you are beautiful like an angel, Monsieur ..." "Asher." He said with a whisper. "My name is Asher." The delicately slipped a hand through hair, and bent to brush her neck with his lips. "You do not really no fear of me?" Churches stroking the skin with his breath. "Not yet, sir ..." he said softly. "You want me very badly?" Suddenly his hands slipped on the vampire, to touch her shoulder, face, hair, and then drew her to him until he felt his mouth on her throat. "Eat well, sir, I like the pacifiers to tear the jugular." Pant. "Master ..." the vampire hissed. He raised his head and took her face in her hands. She kissed him gently on the lips and when she saw him fall on his knees surrendering him completely, his smile widened, revealing fangs. "Call me Master." * End * flash to the second Jean-Claude was lying on the enormous bed intent to give the polish toenails. "Oh yeah? And why? I forgot an anniversary, "he asked listlessly, even offended. "Because tomorrow I go back to Italy and I do not know how long I will be away." Catapulting said next to him with two strides. "A present to remind you not to do too clever." From the hand behind his back, came out of a soft pair of panties of silk, a shimmering iridescent pink with little hearts, that he began to slide on bare skin of the other, between the open flaps of the gown, and then gently wrapped his penis. Jean Claude noticed his air-ras from the neighborhood and tried to dig out the specific reasons. Scratching his head with nail polish still open sniffed her panties, and after some 'research by the NASA computers in the hamster brain associates the smell to its owner. Then Jean-Claude leaned toward his companion, who meanwhile had virtually lying with my cheek on his shoulder, took out his chin and kissed him lightly. "Merci, mon amour." He said without much enthusiasm. Then he cursed for having ruined the enamel and frantically began to settle with acetone, oblivious to anything around him. "Do not you like?" Murmured Asher starting to get angry. "Oh no, I like it. I liked it as soon as I removed at the owner ... "He replied without looking away from the nails" ... a few days ago. "Asher was produced in a smile sexysadico as macho and even in Grease, and was silent in tirarsela. "Let me clear up all excited to theaters" whined Jean Claude suddenly without even looking. "... and then you go and slam my waste. "Asher snapped and sat with the indignant look and let go a slap. "Maybe you'd rather that you to be attached to the previous owner, "he said. "Why not? I've always liked trains, you know. " "You're just an arrogant bastard! And I have not even killed your human porcacci. I thought you might like to find out that I was a little loose 'on sex. "Railed jumping up. Rushed to the door, but Jean Claude was faster and blocked his way. "Now I'm gone, without a saw!" Hissed angrily. But the other took off her pants and slipped them to him in the head, pulling it firmly toward you. Then she stuck her and imprisoned her mouth with a kiss at all delicate, devouring it with her lips, tongue and teeth, effortlessly winning all his strength. When he parted from him, Asher was completely stunned, his eyes ablaze and his lips swollen and bloody. "You wanted to leave without even a greet? You do not like when I'll piss on purpose? "He asked Jean Claude banging the eyes. "I could still make you very sick." "It would be even now, mon CHARDONNERET." But before he could say something else, Jean Claude wrapped the fabric around the neck and stroked his cheek. His fingers were burning, his eyes completely blue, like the children of the Village of the Damned. "Come on, baby, come back soon and learn some new play by the directors. I'll wait and I'll do good. " Asher raised his eyes to heaven, He gave them a kiss and left to die laughing to tears. 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. 
Summary of Previously : We left for a while 'our boys embracing on the bed after he confessed once more as torture is the true heart of their union. Jc has threatened Asher, this time will not be like the others, this time takes a real man, kind and good. Asher said "dick, slave!" Good wishes, no? Soundtrack: On a mission by Gabriella Cilmi
Jean Claude kept his promise to do his worst. Thus, in the following months, Asher completely lost his head. As if the first ... but not prevailed! Already in its wake, the next night, the vampire he found himself alone, and there wanted nothing more to give him a great excuse to put the muzzle. He had not yet opened his eyes, already his penis envy sfregiat not ... uh ... self-esteem accused him of being nothing more than an idiot if he really hoped he would remain there, waiting for his slow awakening, now that was so powerful . In reality, Jean-Claude had awakened directly in the bed of Belle at 10 am, with an obviously phallic bottle of blood in his throat and an IV of power and adrenaline to raise the dead. The vampire, vampire mode of the suffering, he had not expected that opened his eyes and asked "Alloooooraaaa?" And be told every fine detail of the previous night. He told her everything, and they had gossiped for hours to decide the next move. Why, then, Asher had reached a breaking point, agreed on this, and he realized that a perverse and evil monster was, however, maintain an attitude for being too sexy and not be downgraded to low-grade Andros. Now was not the time to let go, in fact, had to insist to get it back to love even more than sex and drugs rock'n'lol. And maybe it was also the case of jealousy relax a moment before someone really kill her inclonabile. When Asher arrived from Belle was left to listen and encourage their sympathy out the door while the two ended up inside to lick the last drops of discussion about him. "So when you believe you have nothing else to tell me, Jean Claude?" Probably tomorrow dear, you know that when we are biting the best mission of the seven dwarves "he giggled like an idiot. "And then I need to help me for that detail practical: I need an excuse, you know it that I need it. I mean, otherwise I would not be credible to me ... do you see the monk to give her a drink to someone, even to Asher, who are riverginescion way for him? Come on, nobody could be so stupid to believe, not one of the puritanical teodem Mississippi. " "Okay, even if I do a little 'punishment'. Fine raised her voice, as if hearing supernatural Asher was not yet sufficiently stimulated. "Jean Claude, as punishment for being too greased with ardeur, or as a reward for not going to complain about me with Morgana71 well for a chapter, you are condemned to write a rule to your nymphomania indefinitely" settled seriously. "Unless you serve to your lover to piss the idiot, of course," he added mentally only to the vampire in her bed, whimpering that he sighed: "But when I come to you to beat me from it? Pliiiiiiiis? "The master gave him the scratch card under the chin with the beak of a offesissimo Aldo, pleased: "Of course, Tontolini gold, mica me back I do not want the headache. This also applies to when you've taken your favorite blood product. " Asher felt his anger mounting: they spoke of as a thing, an animal. A servant. Assailed by a burst of insight, he was the doubt that this was a hoax, since it was unthinkable that at least she did not receive its proximity. Then the door opened: "I was talking to me?" "Oh, yes, you heard right?" "Sure, I was just eavesdropping!" He said sourly, before getting to soothe Jean Claude, who ran straight up like a cat rubbing against her legs, purring. Belle a mimed retching and lit his pipe of opium, returning to smile and ask resigned and a bit 'stupid: "You are at least going to apologize before shooting from the front until it has passed me the desire to use you as sturacessi ? "The two bowed and took a firm resolution not to sin no more: they were words of ritual she liked to let him remain on any subsequent sheets. Then Asher was unceremoniously kicked out to listen some more '. We will never know if he was talking about opium, but Belle wanted to give Jean Claude a good luck to convince him to make the urgency of new expendable his sweetheart. "Because you see," he explained at the end to force you pricks did not you come up so bad, you're cute and nice, but ... "" I'm not your type, "he winked mischievously. "Ninth, I like the toys from college that we do together, but sometimes a woman also needs a man." The vampire nodded his head slightly bowed. "I miss him very much ..." Receiving no answer, Jean Claude began to run towards the door, when suddenly she spoke. "Of course I miss it, what do you think?" He replied with a shadow of melancholy so obvious that Asher felt his heart stop already halted more, and for once felt a bit 'too queer for the land. "But what is more pear-Louis Sloth. But do you think a bag on his head ...? "They were the last words he was able to perceive. Quite excited by the revelations just heard, was about to leave when, unexpectedly, Jean Claude opened the door and slapped his tongue in her mouth and pierced them with his most deadly and evil (yes, this is the original: Morgana71 is just a slut). "We're going to work, mon amour. Now. "And from that moment onwards was like sitting on a carpet of needles. Of course this was the infamous contract for the purchase of the land. Settle the matter through legal channels was of course possible, but why use the long and expensive method? Asher broke off the boxes for at least two hours about being ugly and now unable to have sex, but Jean Claude Hamiltonian demolish all the careful design of a character that is not the most original and macho one can argue - that was enough to keep the hair in your face 2 - to 3-hypnotize enough that there was no moral difference between the hypnotize someone with the power of plastic surgery or contact lenses colored 4-a vampire who was still proud of its powers and thereby give a damn what a 5-6-fuck was a fuck that Belle had forbidden to have sex, and mica do not want to beat it again so soon. Asher was like to be shaken out with lightning in the ass, and once breached was not difficult to push over the precipice of taking care of the mayor, his wife, his daughter, his son, his brother, cousin of Coso, the It clown, butler, valet of the first and second, the maid, the housekeeper, the deputy mayor, the governor, the president of the province, the junta, the Tourism Council of sister city, a couple of tobacconists, four minors who were passing by, a bunga-bunga and a chancellor, not to mention the dog. While these were held two or three orgies Jean Claude, quietly sneaking, you cut out a visit in the motel with the notary. In reality it was not nothing but a blatant provocation her: why was unnecessary because the issue had already been completed, and that because the notary was too handsome. Asher of course noticed it but for once and not caring if they had passed, he cocks his and beyond. Logically, Jean Claude did not stop there, and began to put into practice all the dance rubbing dell'ammmmore dell'oritteropo anteater Tibetan who knew to his crazy ex too proud. In the absence of other merchandise, spread his attention, as well as Cynthia, the theater company made up almost entirely of, well let's ask why, only to be beautiful rather high steers open to every perversion, prostitution to any customer who loved the theater, let alone not deigned to give even a sprinkle from the boss in exchange for a good part of the protagonist. And perhaps for this reason, whenever their eyes stopped on Asher, their eyes lit up, but not of terror or disgust. Each of them knew that he had important role in the donors, and found it ... the right person to do a blowjob. It was exactly this term or that the bell'Andrè Antonio, in a case called him to save his life when, caught in attitude rather intimate with her beloved employer, the latter asked him if he found her incredibly ficoficofico friend. * Flashback * 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 coke which is stunned by too much time had finished rodergli what little was left of her nose? Jean-Claude was on his knees on the couch and maintained a sniff ... sniff ... infrared ... ... calorimetric examination of the wrist and the pupil ... "Porcaccia, a human," he growled, genuinely offended. In short, a rational level he knew that a woman had to respect something too, and something less, but this is exaggerated. "Oh, are you dear? Yes, meet Dominique, no Ruby, no Ludo, occazzo what it is, comes from Beri, Erasmus is here and makes the theater as a hobby, calling itself as one of Lady Oscar Andre because being gay is not at all eccentric, but to be stupid not missing anything, it is not exciting? "" No, it sucks. It looks like a bush. Now I'll kill you both. " Asher yelled pulling out a pistol from his pocket. "But love, I thought you were Bush happy to see me ...? Er, I mean, Andre! May I introduce my husband? Our story is a tear in the ass, but so be it. Ficoficofico not find it? "* End * The human flash was a bit 'confused. His first instinct was to run naked as a worm, then stood mesmerized more than it was before, so he began to drool, then brush the hair and approach to his ear. "'O Famo strange?" Whispered leaving him stunned. And while Jean Claude Asher stared shocked that showed his skill in making the helicopter, the young Andre's is stuck like a zombie until you get slinguata sound. Then he broke away from the human ecstasy and turned to each other, "Gah ... sbav ... oui ... QI ant ... It 's really the right man to do when a blowjob: c'avevi reason, Gianni." He did not realize the how or why it reacted so violently, perhaps he became convinced that Jean Claude had charmed the boy, or because they seemed to speak of him as a specimen on display and judging, because a lower or any calling him with nicknames bedroom. But we really need a reason to send in our hysterical blonde? The fact is that Asher left the dressing room blinded by anger, which triggered no control over the front rows of the theater, on which he wrote with blood little things like "Best of the fool" or "fagot who sits." It was neither the first nor the last time you saw Jean Claude forced to Ikea sudden rush to buy back plates and glasses that her former husband broke to have fun. It had always tolerated these outbursts of anger, not at all unexpected, even a little 'upheld, considered unavoidable and necessary to achieve its purpose. But, just to make something happen and give us the opportunity for a sex scene that was missing for at least ten lines, not that time. Its reaction with human him particularly nervous, and did not leave run. The audience joined in, grabbed him by the shoulder and turned abruptly toward him. "I'll pull thee so much that bounced in the face?" Asher was speechless: it was not certain what he expected him to accuse. "I do not want the pity of anyone." He replied, however, acid. "And I'm not a freak." "No, you're just a vampire stupid and dumb." "Yes, I am a vampire, but stupid and dumb are synonymous, ignorant." "Never heard of the use of pleonasm how to strengthen?" They looked askance at, but Jean Claude was irritated not so sexy as not seen him for some time. Asher then lowered the tone. "What the fuck you want?" Churches feigning indifference. "What you forget my face just because you promised an increase in a man's Biafra?" Jean Claude clenched his jaw, but his eyes remained cold. "Or do you want to be pleased that I find" ficofico, maybe because they have the IQ of a hamster Space rotten and you manage to hypnotize her with your sick desires? "" That's not true not true not true! " screamed sharply. "You seem really so absurd that others see you as I see you? What do you want someone who is more than a few scars ... " "A couple?? In the face if I let the two-way ... So now you're more beautiful. Gnegnegne. " At that point, Jean Claude sighed in exasperation. He walked over and touched ... well, guess what '. Asher fought furiously not to whine and not fuck her that she would not listen, did not even want to think about what he had just said, he did not feel his hands on balls, he did not think about the needs of the fan fiction. But did not back: he closed his eyes and let his fingers trace the furrows that seemed horrible had incinerated his heart, his spirit, his soul, his feelings, his emotions, his kindness, his cheerful and his penis. "But why are you torturing me?" He whispered. "Forced me to make me your homework and you make me jealous from time to time but not have sex with me? Or forcing me to externalize my repressed lust with other again till I'm an addict and I fall into your arms? "I honestly did not understand very well this part of the script. "I do not know, but I'll break the boxes for a long time. Until you adjust your emitudine. "Asher opened his eyes and gave him an ice cold stare. "I've done nothing, make a snake! Do not you hurt me, pig face! Do not scare anyone, Asher. Neither me, nor beautiful, nor my or your lover. It 's only when you stark mad and make grimaces and you put the lipstick in the scars that in fact you are a bit' scary. There is precisely a case history of Freud that is right for us, if you come across and I Coso you read it ... "He slid his hand to grab her and began to retreat back into the room. "And then we spend whole nights in my bed doing nothing and it's beautiful anyway!" I scoffed as he took with him. "I'll log in the ass?" "Come on be serious." Jean Claude then froze in front of him and his eyes sparkled its like a flash in the dark. "You know that when I was thirteen, my cousin made me see and then they are traumatized." "What the hell are you saying?" "But you've got it in supercazzola sbiribocci Antani for two?" "Huh?" "Puppa!" Asher finally understood and growled: "Ah, is it? You think you're smart to have begun in which chapters teasing me? Well let's see how hanger. " He grabbed his companion, he observed in passing that he was already naked, and threw him on a chair pulled up to fill the belt. Jean-Claude rolled and squeaked happy, thinking were preliminary, but once the big vent dell'incazzatura, Asher told him to tidy up the room, while he brought on stage the human and fucks him to death. Some time later ... "I have a gift for you." He broke Asher entering the room without even knocking Jean Claude. * Flashback to the second * "Good evening, monsieur." The man turned suddenly and saw him: just waving out the window, her face obscured by long hair shone under the moonlight, red lips, folded in a provocative smile and decided. He shook his head, sniffed for a moment that had the barrel off just asking about his pusher of confidence, but the figure did not move. And then she recognized him. "Ah! Who the fuck you were here, "exclaimed in surprise. "Ebbravo you remember, you have won an hour more of life." "Are you ... you are my friend Jean Claude. "He said hesitantly. "How do you fly?" He then asked remembering that his study was on the third floor. Without deigning to reply, the figure bowed his head and discovered part of the face. "You know, stripped." His voice was soft and seductive, and the man could do nothing but run, while the unexpected guest leaped beside him, lightning and elegant as a beautiful elephant, so no only we have made a comparison horror film, but also does rhyme. He looked around smugly. "I see that at least you do not live in a shack and you know you probably read" notes quietly. "I like most humans without syphilis." "Really ..." The man was embarrassed, that being so close to imposing, yet so mysterious ficofico. "Really what?" Churches impatient turned suddenly and looked straight at me, already tired of hearing dinner speaking. My God, she thought the other when the saw teeth by beaver. Then he tried to keep himself in countenance. "Actually, if you have fantasies about the law codes are a bit 'perverted' said so. "It 's my job." The creature smiled, approaching again. "And I see that I'm not alone." Touched his cheek with his knuckles and carefully examined his face. It was really nice. The delicate features were marked by a brown goatee that made him look authoritative, but green eyes, clear and innocent, betrayed his youth, as well as the long hair in a queue, which untied in a moment, releasing long waves shiny. It looked like a bearded lady. "Your face ..." he sighed, suddenly human. Sought to examine and raised a Gently hand to offset the golden threads that hid her cheek. The expression of the other hardened, and made a face to scare him. "It must have been a terrible accident. It 'been on the job? Or perhaps a Muslim wife jealous? A plastic surgeon gone mad? I can help you get compensation if you will. "Alleged loss in his eyes, slipped fingers to caress the hand disfigured, and then scroll through the lips and finally achieve the perfect skin. "But you are beautiful like an angel, Monsieur ..." "Asher." He said with a whisper. "My name is Asher." The delicately slipped a hand through hair, and bent to brush her neck with his lips. "You do not really no fear of me?" Churches stroking the skin with his breath. "Not yet, sir ..." he said softly. "You want me very badly?" Suddenly his hands slipped on the vampire, to touch her shoulder, face, hair, and then drew her to him until he felt his mouth on her throat. "Eat well, sir, I like the pacifiers to tear the jugular." Pant. "Master ..." the vampire hissed. He raised his head and took her face in her hands. She kissed him gently on the lips and when she saw him fall on his knees surrendering him completely, his smile widened, revealing fangs. "Call me Master." * End * flash to the second Jean-Claude was lying on the enormous bed intent to give the polish toenails. "Oh yeah? And why? I forgot an anniversary, "he asked listlessly, even offended. "Because tomorrow I go back to Italy and I do not know how long I will be away." Catapulting said next to him with two strides. "A present to remind you not to do too clever." From the hand behind his back, came out of a soft pair of panties of silk, a shimmering iridescent pink with little hearts, that he began to slide on bare skin of the other, between the open flaps of the gown, and then gently wrapped his penis. Jean Claude noticed his air-ras from the neighborhood and tried to dig out the specific reasons. Scratching his head with nail polish still open sniffed her panties, and after some 'research by the NASA computers in the hamster brain associates the smell to its owner. Then Jean-Claude leaned toward his companion, who meanwhile had virtually lying with my cheek on his shoulder, took out his chin and kissed him lightly. "Merci, mon amour." He said without much enthusiasm. Then he cursed for having ruined the enamel and frantically began to settle with acetone, oblivious to anything around him. "Do not you like?" Murmured Asher starting to get angry. "Oh no, I like it. I liked it as soon as I removed at the owner ... "He replied without looking away from the nails" ... a few days ago. "Asher was produced in a smile sexysadico as macho and even in Grease, and was silent in tirarsela. "Let me clear up all excited to theaters" whined Jean Claude suddenly without even looking. "... and then you go and slam my waste. "Asher snapped and sat with the indignant look and let go a slap. "Maybe you'd rather that you to be attached to the previous owner, "he said. "Why not? I've always liked trains, you know. " "You're just an arrogant bastard! And I have not even killed your human porcacci. I thought you might like to find out that I was a little loose 'on sex. "Railed jumping up. Rushed to the door, but Jean Claude was faster and blocked his way. "Now I'm gone, without a saw!" Hissed angrily. But the other took off her pants and slipped them to him in the head, pulling it firmly toward you. Then she stuck her and imprisoned her mouth with a kiss at all delicate, devouring it with her lips, tongue and teeth, effortlessly winning all his strength. When he parted from him, Asher was completely stunned, his eyes ablaze and his lips swollen and bloody. "You wanted to leave without even a greet? You do not like when I'll piss on purpose? "He asked Jean Claude banging the eyes. "I could still make you very sick." "It would be even now, mon CHARDONNERET." But before he could say something else, Jean Claude wrapped the fabric around the neck and stroked his cheek. His fingers were burning, his eyes completely blue, like the children of the Village of the Damned. "Come on, baby, come back soon and learn some new play by the directors. I'll wait and I'll do good. " Asher raised his eyes to heaven, He gave them a kiss and left to die laughing to tears. 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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