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sigh.
So, anyway, I broke my brain poking at ff'net, and finding Jack O'Neill/Harry Potter crossover slash.
Still alive? Good.
Redstarrobot pushed the fic button while my brain was broken.
Rating: R. Sex, nasty tortury things.
Blake's 7. No continuity. Servalan/Cally.
Exactly 100 words.
"I'll die first."
The Supreme Commander thinks telepaths are useful.
"You cannot control--" The voice chokes off on a moan of passion.
Cally tastes like wind and rain, decides Servalan. Although she hasn't tasted wind and rain in the correct combination for months (years).
"I am--"
Cally of Auron breaks, writhing beneath her restraints, her body pleasured beyond belief.
And the wave smashes outwards, sending half the troopers staggering at the instant erections and orgasms which wash over them.
Finally freeing her mouth, Servalan smiles upwards at her little telepath. "You're going to be so very interesting. I can tell."
Still alive? Good.
Redstarrobot pushed the fic button while my brain was broken.
Rating: R. Sex, nasty tortury things.
Blake's 7. No continuity. Servalan/Cally.
Exactly 100 words.
"I'll die first."
The Supreme Commander thinks telepaths are useful.
"You cannot control--" The voice chokes off on a moan of passion.
Cally tastes like wind and rain, decides Servalan. Although she hasn't tasted wind and rain in the correct combination for months (years).
"I am--"
Cally of Auron breaks, writhing beneath her restraints, her body pleasured beyond belief.
And the wave smashes outwards, sending half the troopers staggering at the instant erections and orgasms which wash over them.
Finally freeing her mouth, Servalan smiles upwards at her little telepath. "You're going to be so very interesting. I can tell."