Dark Delectables

Ooooooh, my twisted sistahs, do I EVER have a treat for you today. If any of you caught my rec on Tuesday, hopefully you have read some, if not all, of it by now. Because our author for today is none other than:

The one who can make you sigh and gasp in nearly the same chapter.

The one who can make you scream with lust one moment and terror the next.

The one who can make you moan in agony and ecstasy in the very same sentence.

A Queen of lust, smut, macabre, horror, and just a little bit of lurrrrve thrown in to knock you off balance. May I humbly introduce…

DurtyNelly

*bows in deference*

I had a segment a few weeks back that was really, really long. Well guess what…I think I beat my own record today.

But the two scenes we have from DurtyNelly’s review hoors are GUARANTEEEEEEEEEED to get your mojo a-hummin’.

I SWEAR ON CARDBOARDWARD!!

For those of you just joining us, I asked two of DurtyNelly’s fabulous reviewers, SleepingBeauty247 and Keitachibana, to choose their favorite scenes from among DurtyNelly’s kickass fics, and tell me why they were their favorites. Then, I sent those scenes to DurtyNelly, and asked her to answer the age-old, million-dollar, winner-gets-all-Cullen-men-at-the-same-time question:

Where in the name of sparkly peen did you come up with this scene?

Ooooh, and did she deliver. They ALL delivered. In fact, I encourage you to divest yourself of all outer garments, socks, bras, panties and whatever else you might ruin, and just sit cross-legged directly on a towel on a non-expendable surface.

So without further bullshit from me, let’s get it on. Shall we? *smirks*

Note: Spoiler Alert!!!

WARNING: These scenes below contain extreme adult content. View with caution.

1^st scene from SleepingBeauty247: Buried Amongst the Begonias - Chapter 7

I knew I would have no control over how deeply he thrust into my mouth nor how quickly, because my hands were painfully bound behind my back with steel cuffs. I whimpered loudly when he pushed his jeans down his thighs and put a hand on either side of my head, gripping it tightly.

"Open your mouth," he whispered with raised eyebrows.

I slowly opened my mouth wide, looking up at him under my lashes.

"Good girl." He smiled, flashing perfect white teeth before thrusting his hard cock into my mouth to the hilt swiftly. I gagged reflectively, and my stomach heaved like I might vomit. My knees rocked on the hard ground, making me scream around him. He didn't stop. He just pulled out and thrust back in again, and just like before, I gagged and screamed. He did it over and over before I heard a low, "Fucking gag-reflex," rip through his clenched teeth.

He started growling at me in heavy breaths.

"Breathe!" thrust/gag/scream "Through!" thrust/gag/scream "Your!" thrust/gag/scream "Fucking!" thrust/gag/scream "Nose!"

I struggled to control my gag reflex by trying to breathe through my nose. It took at least four more violent thrusts before I stopped wrenching with every thrust.

"Use your teeth on me," he panted, slamming into my mouth again.

I began lightly scraping my teeth along him with each push. I didn't want to hurt him.

"More!" he barked at me.

I bit down fairly hard and closed my eyes – waiting for him to yelp or get angry.

"Ahh...fucking yes!" he gasped, and I shuddered.

His grip on my head tightened, and his breathing became more ragged before he thrust inside my mouth to the hilt one last time. He held me there, while his cum spilled down my throat and he raggedly screamed out, "Fucking hell."

Edward pulled out of my mouth, still breathing hard, and yanked his jeans up. He quickly zipped and buttoned them; then buckled his belt. I trembled on my aching knees with tears streaming down my face. It was a mixture of being gagged repeatedly and crying. He leaned down, grabbed me by the tops of my arms roughly and pulled me to my feet. An agonized groan ripped from my lips, because my knees were burning. He pushed me up against the steel door forcefully, my cuffs clanking loudly against the metal. Then he pressed his hard body into mine. I couldn't stop sobbing and shaking - nearly hysterical. This was so far removed from the night we had shared four days ago.

"Shhhh," he hushed as he ran a hand up my thigh and under my dress.

His talented fingers stroked up my inner thigh, until they met my hot center. I moaned, in between sobs, when his fingertips began brushing over the silk fabric of my underwear. He was breathing heavy in my ear while he moved the fabric to the side and thrust two fingers inside me with a growl. My head fell forward onto his shoulder with a loud, strangled cry. His fingers moved at a steady pace, not harshly, but skillfully - working me into an orgasmic frenzy. I felt the muscles of my shaking legs tighten and a warm blush spread over my skin. My sobs turned to loud moans and soft cries; I could feel my body begin to clench. I was so very close, when he stopped the movement of his fingers and chuckled darkly in my ear.

No, No, please!

"Please," I whispered, begging for release.

"Please what, Bella?" Edward asked. I could hear a smirk in his velvet voice.

"Please...I…it's painful," I whimpered, trying to move myself on his fingers.

He pushed me against the door harder, so I couldn't move, and chuckled at my desperate attempt to cum. Slowly, he began moving his fingers again - too slowly.

"No," he whispered. "It's not painful yet...but it will be."

It was torturous. He brought me to the edge again and again, but never letting me fall over. I was a pleading, shaking mess after what seemed like an eternity of him just playing with me, and enjoying the sound of my begging him for release.

I began to sob again, but this time in maddening frustration and insane desperation. "Ohhh...God...pl…e…ase Ed…ward…please," I sobbed against him. I felt like I might be losing my mind.

He chuckled. "Do you want to cum for me now?" He began moving his fingers faster, but not quite fast enough.

"YES!" I cried. "Yes...please...I'll do anything...just pleeease!"

"Then come apart for me," he growled, thrusting harder and pushing his thumb into my clit.

I screamed out as my orgasm ripped through me. It was so intense that I began to collapse. He had to wrap an arm around my waist to hold me up so I wouldn't just drop, like a rock, to the ground. I leaned into him while I rode the longest wave of bliss I had ever experienced. He pulled his fingers out of me and clutched me to his chest, wrapping both arms around me, because I was a quivering mass of jelly. My breathing was ragged, and my entire frame was shaking violently against him. He spun us around easily and set me down on what looked like a milk crate that had been turned upside down. Maybe it was used as a seat for the smoking members of the club staff. He kneeled down behind me and took the cuffs off before I felt him run his hands over each wrist - soothing them gently. When he was done, he stood in front of me, pushed the cuffs inside his back pocket, and kneeled down again.

He lightly ran a hand over each of my bruised and slightly bloody knees, making me hiss before he cupped my chin and examined my face with fiery green eyes. He wiped the tears away with a gentle hand and smoothed the sides of my pony-tailed hair.

"Is…Is it bad?" I asked, biting my lip and blushing.

I had a feeling my make-up was all over my face, and my hair standing on end.

Edward chuckled at me and shook his head, "No." He ran a thumb under each eye to wipe the smeared mascara away. "You're still fucking gorgeous."

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From SleepingBeauty247:

It was very difficult to select one scene from Buried Amongst the Begonias because honestly, my sick perverted twisted heart just loves way too many to only pick one, but alas....I persevered and was able to pick one that I can say, without a doubt, is hands down my favorite!!

Chapter 7 is my favorite chapter, and more specifically the scene above!!

Why, you ask....well....I would like to say it is because it totally shocked the hell out of me and left me blushing ten shades of red....but I would be a complete liar if I did!!!

I found it to be a complete turn on with how Edward treated her by just demanding & taking what he wanted and was amazed at how Bella could just submit to him even though it was clear as day that she was going to suffer and was clearly afraid, yet so strong & brave to hand complete control over to a sadistic fuck hot Edward!!!

What really sealed the deal for me in making this one of my favorite scenes in this story is the fact that we were introduced to another side of Edward, or at least that is what I felt......the fact that he could be so sadistic, brutal, evil, and controlling one minute but then the next minute he is wiping her eyes and telling her that she is "still fucking gorgeous"!!

Hmmmm....a softer side of "Masen" possibly??? Not all evil inside the sick twisted bastard after all??? Left me wondering and anxious to read more to find out if "Masen" could actually "care" for Bella!!

From DurtyNelly:

Oh god! … I knew this scene would come back to haunt me in some way, I just knew it!

Okay. Usually, my characters kind of tell me where to go with scenes, because I know them so well, I know what they would do. The images just kind of bubble up and I see it play out, move-by-move, in my mind’s eye. They talk, I write. They fight, I write. They fuck … and I write.

However, every once in a while, the things I write are not solely based in the land of fiction, and this was one of those things.

The Dirty Alley Mouth Fuck, as I like to call it, was inspired by true events. While what really happen was nowhere near as violent or sadistic as in Buried, it did happen … and to me. It’s also where my pin-name came from, because it happened in an alley behind a DurtyNelly’s Irish Pub in Perth.

The things Masen says to Bella here are mostly him, and not what actually was said. The scene after Bella cums where he puts her on the milk crate, happened. Him snarling at her to ‘Breathe through her fucking nose’ did not … I know how to breathe through my nose. *smirk* The steel cuffs, happened. The bloody knees, did not. But you get the idea. It’s a mixture of reality and fiction, which I hesitated to put into the story for fear that my other-half might read it, find it all too familiar and shit a kitten. But, in the end, I decided to do it anyway.

Chip: Oh sweet babyJAY!!!! *thinks durty thoughts about DurtyNelly and “OtherHalf”*

2^nd Scene from Keitachibana: Buried Amongst the Begonias - Chapter 17

There are so many different ways to truly break a person. It's not necessary to physically hurt them for you to succeed in completely destroying them. It's a matter of exploiting weaknesses, fear, or desire, and then pinpointing the right spot. If you hit their sweet spot, whether physical or psychological, you can make them fall like a house of cards in a hurricane, no matter who they are.

Torture is an art, and as an artist, you have to explore all possibilities when creating a masterpiece.

I sighed as if I were rethinking my decision, and her face lit up. "You are beautiful, so very malleable, so very willing," I purred, leaning in and brushing my lips across her cheek. She gasped and began to breathe in lustful pants. "You're right, you never refused or disappointed me. You were always so eager to do whatever I wanted…whenever I wanted." I shifted my body so I was fully pressed against her. I knew she could feel how fucking hard I was, because she moaned and whispered, "Please."

"Seeing you endure pain was always so intoxicating to watch," I groaned and ground my hips against her, causing her to whimper loudly.

"You were always so exquisite, baby bird," I whispered, breathing heavily; and I could almost smell her arousal.

Check.

I pulled away from her so abruptly that her eyes snapped open in shock before I gripped her face with one hand, squeezing it painfully. "But there is nothing you could do to make me love you, you disgusting…little…slut," I said smoothly, with a hellish smile.

And mate.

I watched in absolute glee as insanely, overwhelming grief flooded her face. Her entire form twisted in agony, and she screamed like she was being chased by an axe-wielding maniac. The sight of her emotional torture made me so fucking hard that it was nearly painful.

By the time Aro got his hands on her, she would be seven different kinds of crazy; I would make sure of that. The mere thought of her soon to be dead, lifeless eyes made me shudder where I stood.

"Masen, for fuck's sake, stop toying with that bitch! Her pathetic-ness is giving me a damn headache!" Mary Alice growled in annoyance, and I chuckled.

"Try being trapped in a car with her for hours," Demetri said, "Oh he's going to kill me. But I love him so much. God, I'd do anything for him if he gave me a chance, "he mimicked dramatically in a mock female voice.

I burst out laughing along with Mary Alice, and Tanya blubbered harder, blushing a deep, humiliated shade of crimson red.

"You cruel, deranged animals!" Jacob growled from his chair.

In all my fun, I'd nearly forgotten about that fucker.

Mary Alice sighed and looked at me. "Now isn't that the pot calling the fucking kettle black," she said with an eye roll before turning to Jacob. "Jakey-poo, do I really have to take a hammer to your other knee?" she asked in a baby-voice, smirking.

It was time to get rid of that bastard, for good.

I looked at Tanya, smiling like the Devil himself, because I had a wicked, wicked idea.

I turned to Demetri. "Do me a favor?"

"Yeah, sure, Masen." He shrugged, flicking his cigarette onto the concrete floor and snuffing it with the toe of his boot.

"Take little Tanya over there where Jacob can see…and fuck her," I said with an evil grin. Tanya screamed, "No! Please!" and I could hear Jacob struggling in his seat as the sound of metal scraping against concrete rang out through the room.

Demetri raised his eyebrows. "Aro was right….you are a sadistic fucker," he said with a smirk, pushing off the wall and beginning to walk toward us.

Tanya's horrified gaze met mine. "Please! Anything…I'll give you anything!"

I chuckled. "But you have nothing I want," I said smirking just as Demetri grabbed her wrists and started to remove her shackles.

"Please," she whispered, swallowing hard, "Mercy?"

I shook my head slowly with an evil smile. "No mercy," I purred before I turned and walked away from them. Tanya screamed out, "No!" just as Demetri started to drag her into Jacob's line of sight.

I walked to Jacob and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Times up. But I wanted to give you a little parting gift….because I'm such a nice guy."

"Fuck you, Cullen!" he seethed, shaking in the chair. "I'll see you in hell, Motherfucker."

"I'm sure you will," I replied with a chuckle, stepping behind him and slipping a long piece of barbed-wire that I kept for situations like this around his neck.

Demetri had a struggling Tanya on her bloody back in about 30-seconds. She was screaming and writhing under him, fighting just like Bella had. Flashes of Bella's beautiful, terrified face flooded my mind, and I grit my teeth just as I began to pull the wire.

Jacob gasped and then started to choke while his hands thrashed in the shackles on the table.

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Keitachibana’s Response:

The most obvious reason why I love it is because I truly hate Tanya and what she did to Bella. I think she deserves to be punished. On the other hand, this moment shows us the real face of Masen and in spite of how evil he can be, he is in love with Bella. He hated - he punished Tanya and Jacob all because he LOVES Bella. The contradiction intrigues me and it gave impact like no other fanfic can. No other Edward can be so crude, so dark, and yet so attractive.

DurtyNelly’s Response:

This scene actually contains one of my favorite lines I’ve ever written:

“Torture is an art, and as an artist, you have to explore all possibilities when creating a masterpiece.”

I can not take credit for this scene, because it was all Masen. Every word, every move, was him. I remember coming to this point when I was writing it, having no intention of him toying with her like this, or having Demetri rape her, and Masen just kind of ran off on me.

The images and words flashed so vividly in my head and the dialogue was so crisp that I had no choice. Sometimes that happens and when it’s that sharp and unrestrained, you’d be mad not to listen.

One of the best things I’ve learned about writing, so far, is that forcing your own ideas of a good story onto a the screen only makes your characters flat and lifeless. You have to be willing to follow, not lead, because they know best.

This is what makes writing fun and interesting for me, because I’m never quite sure where my characters will take me, or what they will show me. If I knew every move, if I outlined a story and then stuck to the outline no matter what, then the process would be very boring to me, indeed.

The hardest part of my process is creating the people who live in my worlds. But once they are there, alive and in living color, then what follows is simple.

I don’t know about y’all, but I’m literally a giant puddle of goo. Gimme a minute. *takes a breather, and gets a beverage*

Okay, Kinksters, if THAT doesn’t get your mojo a-buzzin, I’m not sure what will.

Yippee

Motherfuckin’

Kie YAY!!!!!!!

Phew! If you’ve been here before, and you’ve read this segment, then you know for DAMN sure I wasn’t letting DurtyNelly get away from my caressing, rubbing, grasping, squeezing fingertips without a leeeeeetle bit more out of her. I mean, it’s DurtyNelly for fuck’s sake!

So I picked her brain like a good Temptress would.

Where do you get the ideas for your fic? Out of the blue? Your Evil Twin? Family members? Nightmares? Alcohol? ;D

Well, it kind of depends. Sometimes I get an idea that is incomplete (like Buried was), then later the missing piece just falls into place … Usually at 3am when I can't sleep. Other times, I get flashes of scenes, which sounds crazy, but is true. I'll just be minding my own business and a vivid scene will play out in my head from nowhere and starts the ball rolling.

Usually, when I have an idea and I start writing, my characters tell me where to go. Most of the scenes in my work come from them. I'm just writing what I see, in a way. I do have a basic idea as to where I'd like to take a story, but more often than not, my characters decided to run off in a different direction and I just follow them, watch and listen.

What do you love most about writing Dark, or Gothic Horror as you put it, especially in the Twilight realm? i.e. the ability to manipulate characters, stepping out of your personal realm of experience, going to the darkside in general, etc.

I like horror because it's what I grew up reading. I was under the covers with my flashlight at age 13, reading King and Barker, while my friends were reading Nancy Drew and V.C. Andrews. Horror is one of the few genres where there really isn't a set formula. With something like, say, Romance, there are rules that an author has to follow to fit into that genre, i.e. a strong main character, with a sexy, sweet love interest, always ending with a HEA. That is what Romance is and what the readers expect, so you have to deliver.

With Horror, the only rule is that you have to either frighten or disgust the reader, which I happen to be okay at. It's the only genre where it's acceptable for the 'bad guys' to win and I like that too. I tend to write very strong, seductive Antags and like Eve tempting Adam with the forbidden fruit, I enjoy tempting the reader with the alluring side of evil.

In regards to fanfic, you’ve already taken Bella and Edward down intriguing, if not “forked” paths (sorry, couldn’t resist), what other Twilight character would thrill you to your bones to take to the darkside?

Well, I've always thought Jasper had a lot of potential in regards to a darkfic. But I usually stick very close to Edward.

Chip: *holds back the Jasperites from assaulting and demanding DurtyNelly write Darksper*

For me, there is just something wickedly delightful about molesting the pure and chivalrous character of the Edward Cullen that Stephenie Meyer created. In the books, he's so noble and true that taking him and turning him into something evil and malicious just makes me giddy beyond words.

Chip: *smiles and nods in agreement*

Would you like to share info or plans for anything new that you’re working on/going to post?

I have another Twilight fan fiction up at the moment called Bad Blood. It's a Gothic Horror and is moving along nicely. It's the first in a series of three I plan to put up over the next year, or so.

I'm also doing a short story for my Beta's (Breath-of-Twilight) Halloween Countdown this year. It's Gothic Horror and was inspired by the myth of Elizabeth Bathory, The Blood Countess.

Lastly, I'm working on a novel that will hopefully be finished by the end of this year, called The Sideshow. It's a Gothic Horror, as well, but has a gooey Splatterpunk centre. It's pretty graphic and morbid. I'm currently discussing it with an agent I met at a Writers Conference who read an outline and a couple of chapters and liked it. But we'll see how it goes. It's the type of book that wouldn't go mainstream because of its grizzly content.

However, I'm not really interested in seeing it on the shelf in a bloody Barnes-n-Noble somewhere. Mainstream is just not my cup-of-tea and I'd rather keep the gore and sell it to a smaller, specialised publisher and not have to tone it down just for the sake of making more money. Call me naïve, but my work means more to me than widespread approval and a small pile of cash.

Chip: *goes to turn on the air-conditioning*

Well Kinksters, if you’ve made it this far, you’re probably in need of a cold shower and another beverage, or you’ve already clicked on the link to go start reading Buried. Any of the above possibilities are completely understandable and downright encouraged. We’ve reached far and deep into the world of DurtyNelly this week, and I don’t know about you, but I’m panting. Thanks to her, her lovely review hoors SleepingBeauty247 and Keitachibana, and to all of you, my twisted sistahs, for joining us this week. Now go out, be dark, delicious, and depraved, and multiply.

Oh, and if there’s an author out there who is seriously twisting your, um, ladybits, please email us Temptresses so we can get them and their work out there for everyone to…ahem…enjoy. *grins*

Until next time, may your Darkest Temptations be serrrved…