Sunday, 3 January 2010

Scarlet Smut Sunday

*takes deep breath* Ok I will be honest I am really nervous about this post, why? Like a lot of people I too am writing a novel, it is slow going and very rough at the moment, but I love the characters, and when Bearsy suggested we post some our own writings on Gutter Girls I though, yeah I can do that.

But it is a really rough draft, and yeah I know I am not the greatest writer in the world so here goes, I hope you like it.

To put it in context the story is set in the world of Valkyries, the main character Layla is a descendant of Freyja and a member of the Scarlettyne Order- Valkyrie assassins- Succubi are stealing the souls of the righteous warriors before the Valkyrie can get to them, so Odin dispaches his Berserkers and the Scarlettyne to stop them. Helped by her 'friend' Dragan (Captain of the Berserker Guard) Layla sets out to stop the Succubi threat.

This extract is from the beginning of the story, if you would like to know more about the background I have set up a small blog The Scarlettyne Sisterhood to host background information.

Ok, yeah I know I waffle... so without any further fuss... here it is...

'Layla sighed in frustration as she searched her room; it had to be here somewhere. Standing she surveyed the mess she had caused, a riot of underwear, weapons and denim lay strewn over the floor, “I am so fucked” she said to no-one in particular as she picked yesterday’s jeans out of the laundry basket and searched the pockets before throwing them randomly in the general direction of her bed. “Shit! Think Layla, think, you had it yesterday, you put it somewhere safe last night before you went to Asgard, you only now have to remember where.” The search continued; and as Layla picked up clothes from the floor and shook them she felt a fissure open in the space-time continuum: turning she found Dragan in her room picking up a scrap of pink lace from her headboard. Stalking towards him she snatched it out of his hand, “what do you want Dray? I don’t have time for this.” Layla glared at her friend even as she stood before him in her underwear, “I have things to do today, I don’t have time to play games with you, so just don’t.” The berserker looked at the small Valkyrie in front of him; he couldn’t help at laugh at the contrast between her defiant stance and her pale coloured lacy underwear.

“What colour is that? Peach?” He asked, deliberately ignoring her not so subtle attempt to get rid of him.

“What?” she asked in an exasperated voice as she returned to her rummaging.

“Your underwear, is it peach?” He grinned at her back as she ignored him, and sat on her bed opting to tease her all the more, “I have to say I am enjoying the view Lil, definitely made getting up at this hour worth while.” Layla shot up from where she had been bending and looking under her dressing table.

“It’s coral Dray? Now what do you want? You may not have noticed,” she said as she turned towards him, “but I am looking for,” she stopped as she noticed what dangled from the fingers of his right hand, a ruby in the shape of a fleur de lyses hanging from a thin black velvet ribbon, “that!” she said as she approached him. “But how did you get it, I didn’t take it with me last night?” Dray sighed and dropped the ruby into her outstretched palm, his eyes flicking to her breasts as she raised her arms to tie the symbol of the scarlettyne sisters around her neck, Layla rolled her eyes, “up here Dray.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” he grinned, “shit Lil, you are going to have to stop drinking berserker ale if you can’t remember how I got the necklace. You were playing poker with Loki, and ran out of chips, you weren’t willing to accept his terms for what you could bet and came back here for that.” He said pointing at her necklace, “thankfully you won that hand and your chips back, I took the ruby off you before you could lose it again. Freyja would scorch your arse if you lost another one of these. I planned on giving it back to you this morning before your meeting with her, but I woke to find my bed empty, some body having left in the middle of the night!” He leaned back and lounged on the bed, picking up something red, only to have it snatched out of his hands.

“You were snoring again and I couldn’t sleep. Besides you knew where I would be; and if I had stayed it would have been a rush to get back here, and there was no way I was turning up looking rumpled, not after last time. Shit I am still doing extra training for that.” Layla swept her hand around the room allowing her powers to flow out, magically tidying her room before pulling her Scarlettyne leathers out of her wardrobe. “Is there anything else you wanted?” She asked looking over her shoulder and sighing in resigned frustration at Dray’s raised eyebrow.

Dragan raised his 6’5’’ frame from the bed, “No, nothing else, I have to go whip the horde into shape. I’ll catch you later Lil and try and stay out of trouble.” With a quick kiss he was gone. Layla quickly dressed, one eye on the clock, she was going to be late, grabbing her weapons she vanished: teleporting herself to Freyja’s antechamber to await her fate.'


At Bearsy's request I have included a scene which happens after the meeting in Freyja's chambers and training. Enjoy!


'Four hours later Layla was sore and tired as she jogged back to her room, Gondul had been brutal, but then Layla had expected nothing less, all she wanted now was hot shower and perhaps a massage if she could get one. Layla opened the magically sealed door to her quarters, heading first to her small kitchen to grab a glass of water. The Valkyries all had similar apartments comprising of an open planned living area and kitchen, a large bedroom with an ensuite bathroom, what differentiated them was their décor. Layla’s apartment was a tactile dream, a combination of leather, metal and soft furnishings. Finishing her water she headed to her bathroom leaving a trail of clothing behind her, naked she stepped into the large shower enclosure, turning on the water and allowing it to cascade over her skin caressing her body.

Layla sighed under the warm water, “oh god” she sighed, “I needed this,” grabbing the shampoo she turned and screamed. “Shit Dray, give a girl some warning,” she shouted over the sound of the shower, peeking from around the steamed glass partition.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked the offending item dangling from his hand.

“It’s my sports bra Dray,” she explained, heading back under the water.
Dray began to remove his training clothes and headed into Layla’s shower cubicle. “You stink,” Layla said as joined her under the water.

“That’s why I need a shower!”

“You do have your own shower you know,” Layla said, she turned to face him as he chuckled behind her.

“But it’s not as fun as yours!” She sighed as he winked at her before picking up the shower gel. “What happened the little pink thing you had on this morning?”

“What?”

“I came expecting little pink frillies and I found black and industrial! Although you out of them is a lot more fun.” Dray took the shower gel from Layla and began to wash her back, massaging her shoulders as he as he rinsed the suds off.

“I need to train in a sports bra Dray, you know this, it eliminates bounce.” Layla slapped his hands away as they came round to cup her generous breasts and turned to face him, taking the gel from him she motioned for him to turn and began to return the favour, washing and rinsing his back, watching the soap and water run down his muscular back.

Layla sighed, she was tired and ached, but watching the water running down Dragan’s body was making her body come alive. But the he knew this would happen, she had no doubt that was why he had sought her out after training. Dray turned and faced her, his desire evident as he picked up the shampoo and began to wash his hair, passing the bottle Layla after pouring some onto his hand. Layla turned her back into the spray allowing the water to soothe her before she too washed her hair, smiling as Dragan’s hands replaced her own, “That feels so good” she sighed as Dragan washed her hair.

“I have magic hands Lil” he whispered as he bent forward and nipped her earlobe, his erection pushing against the small of her back. Layla sighed and rubbed against him as Dray’s hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight before brushing her nipples with his thumbs. Layla turned her head and kissed him and his hand moved to her stomach, the other playing with her nipple as it’s mate moved to stroke her stomach before venturing further south. Layla mewled into Dray’s mouth and rubbed against him as she opened her thighs allowing him access. Dragan smiled as he pulled his mouth away from Layla’s, kissing his way down her neck to her shoulder as his hand stoked her swollen flesh, his large fingers worrying her clit before sinking further into her flesh. Layla began to pant, her hands moving to his, covering them as she rode his hand. “That’s it baby,” he whispered as he bit her shoulder, before capturing her mouth with his as Layla began to scream in release.

Layla felt her world explode as Dragan worked her body, prolonging her pleasure, dragging it out until she was limp, turning into his arms she wrapped her own about his neck as she kissed him, her tongue stroking the inside of his lower lip before nipping it slightly before venturing inside to stroke his tongue with her own. His erection burned against her stomach as he backed her to the wall; Layla slipped one hand from around Dragan’s neck and stroked her way down his body, as her fingers encircled his shaft Dragan growled into her mouth, taking ownership of the kiss as he began to thrust into her hand. Dragging his mouth from hers Dragan pinned Layla to the wall, his breath short and fevered against her neck as he lifted her and allowed her to wrap her legs round him, Layla rubbed against him, biting his shoulder in her need as Dray thrust into her.

“Fuck, Lil” Dray grated, as he ground into her, unable to finish his sentence as their passion mounted. “I want more baby” he ground out, lifting one of Layla’s legs into the crook of his arm, changing the angle of his thrusts, abrading her clit as he did so. Layla couldn’t take any more, the power of his thrusts as his large shaft filled her, the pressure beating against her clit, it was all too much as she screamed and came. Dray growled as Layla’s body milked him, shuddering in his own release. Their heavy breathing filled the room, replacing their cries of passion. Finally able to take her head from his shoulder Layla looked up at him, “we need to shower together more often,” she grinned, still a little breathless. Dragan laughed and kissed her nose before slipping out of her and lowering her back to the floor.'


7 comments:

Sparklybearsy said...

You know i loves your writings, Minx! love love! and RAWWWR i will be needing to meet this tall drink of sexy water that is Dray, so please send him along to my boudior..i mean office..NO..i mean Boudoir STAT ;)

Cant wait to read more! are you done yet? huh? huh?

Greeat work babes! Smutalicious!

Jusy said...

You've got my attention. Where's the rest!!! I would love to read about the Norse peeps.

Crazy Legz said...

RAWR!!

SusiSunshine said...

Please more hon! Love it!
Totally agree with Bearsy here!

jaymzangel said...

WOW, sweetie! HOT stuff, when can we have more more MORE??

Minx said...

Awwww thankies *blushes* as for more I am working on it, and Dragan.... sorry he is mine for a little while longer!

Drea said...

Ohhhhh wow!!! I love it...must have more girl!

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