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Title: the sweetest fruit
Author:kat_lair / Mistress Kat
Fandom: Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters
Pairing: Hansel/Gretel
Warnings: sibling incest
Rating: R
Word count: 227
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: He swallows the moan she makes like a piece of finest confectionery.
Author notes: Fordreamersdare who provided the fandom and ‘not a sweet tooth’ as a prompt. This #13 of the Scribblers' 100 Fandoms Challenge. AO3 Collection here.
the sweetest fruit on AO3
He misses cakes. Biscuits and candy too. Fresh bread smeared with butter and jam; red and thick and dripping over the sides.
Except he doesn’t. Not when eating them would be as effective as tying a noose around his neck, only messier.
What Hansel really misses is the feeling of satisfaction he remembers once getting from such things. Before the witch’s cottage, before being force-fed pastries and bonbons and gingerbread until he choked, before all of that, sweets had been a treat and eating them about more than the physical craving.
Nowadays, Hansel has other, better, ways of filling the need.
Gretel’s skin is sweat damp, bitter with days of travelling. When she digs her fingers into his shoulder blades, the ache of it is sweeter than honey. Hansel licks a long stripe over her exposed throat, tasting dirt and blood, swallowing the moan she makes like a piece of finest confectionery.
His sister feeds him her fingers and tongue, her nipples hard from the cold, yet turning harder still in the heat of his mouth. He laps at the wetness of her, feels it running over his face like sugar water, like an anointment, rare and hallow.
It quenches the yearning inside him, if only temporarily.
Because like with other things you crave but shouldn’t, it doesn’t matter how much you have, you always want more.
***
Title: the sweetest fruit
Author:
kat_lair / Mistress KatFandom: Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters
Pairing: Hansel/Gretel
Warnings: sibling incest
Rating: R
Word count: 227
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: He swallows the moan she makes like a piece of finest confectionery.
Author notes: For
dreamersdare who provided the fandom and ‘not a sweet tooth’ as a prompt. This #13 of the Scribblers' 100 Fandoms Challenge. AO3 Collection here.the sweetest fruit on AO3
He misses cakes. Biscuits and candy too. Fresh bread smeared with butter and jam; red and thick and dripping over the sides.
Except he doesn’t. Not when eating them would be as effective as tying a noose around his neck, only messier.
What Hansel really misses is the feeling of satisfaction he remembers once getting from such things. Before the witch’s cottage, before being force-fed pastries and bonbons and gingerbread until he choked, before all of that, sweets had been a treat and eating them about more than the physical craving.
Nowadays, Hansel has other, better, ways of filling the need.
Gretel’s skin is sweat damp, bitter with days of travelling. When she digs her fingers into his shoulder blades, the ache of it is sweeter than honey. Hansel licks a long stripe over her exposed throat, tasting dirt and blood, swallowing the moan she makes like a piece of finest confectionery.
His sister feeds him her fingers and tongue, her nipples hard from the cold, yet turning harder still in the heat of his mouth. He laps at the wetness of her, feels it running over his face like sugar water, like an anointment, rare and hallow.
It quenches the yearning inside him, if only temporarily.
Because like with other things you crave but shouldn’t, it doesn’t matter how much you have, you always want more.
***