The
Little Death
Insatiable, she was. Hyatt's long dark hair curled sensuously around her delicately pale skin, all the more delectable bare, her eyes limpid pools whose reflection was filled only with him.
The world may be corrupt, Il Palazzo thought, but its poison somehow seemed to retreat when he was in the arms of a beautiful girl. He pulled her down onto the bed, pressing her against the silken sheets, her long hair pooling beneath her.
Hyatt's breath moved sweetly against the tender skin of his cheek, her lips tracing his. His hand moved to cup her breast, she moaned gently at the touch. Their eyes met, a particular understanding, his breath coming fast. He caught her close, feeling himself enter her hot depths, her voice catching with a gasp of...of...
"Hyatt."
No response.
"Hyatt?"
No response. He felt her pulse. It had been a truly heart-stopping moment (for her).
"Hmmm." Il Palazzo paused, thinking. "Are you all right?" He gave her a little shake.
No reaction. A tiny dribble of blood came squiggling out the side of Hyatt's mouth.
Il Palazzo shrugged. "Well, while I'm here..."
<insert porno music here>
C'est Tout!
Excel Saga and its characters belong to its respective owners.
Inspired by Excel’s imagination in episode 4.
Very special thanks to Geoduck for prereadingness, help with the summary,
and the perfect title. :D
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Original title idea: “10 Second Lemon”