Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Just for a moment	By : PnKnG Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 2296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Wakfu, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. else there would be way more smut in the show :P

Chapter List
- 1-Just for a moment
- 1
This fanfic is a cowriting between me and Freerunnercho ( http://cartoon.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296872251 ) so check her profile for more smutty goddess ^_^

Time has a way about itself, Evangeline had come to realize. If you want it to slow down, to let the world pass by gradually and without rush, it will move as though in a hurry, desperate to get from one moment to the next with little more than a pause for reflection. And if you want it to move quickly, to push past the pain in your limbs and the ache in your chest, to glance over the hardships life so often brings, it will linger, draw out each second as though a precious thing, a gift to be cherished.
Time is cruel.
Time is a terrible mocking thing that would find no pity from Evangeline when others like Nox finally conquered it. Time deserved what was to come for it, one day. Because Evangeline most certainly didn’t deserve this, this waiting for Time to heal her, to allow her to forgive herself, to force her to dwell in silence as Time lingered on unwavering in its sometimes agonizing near-motionlessness.
Evangeline hated Time. Hated it because it could move forward so effortlessly and change things so easily, could feel in instances as though it were breezing past and aging them all unawares, while in others seeming to stop all at once to let some beautiful or painful or unforgettable moments sink in. Time could make a memory so powerful that even now, Evangeline could still feel it, could still lose herself in his eyes, his smile, his…
And yet for all this, it could not do the one thing she needed right now. No matter how much she begged with it in her silence and solitude, it could not, would not let her go back.
“It seems a waste when a beauty such as yours hides itself away like this,” Armand’s familiar, deep voice wrenched her back to where she was, the feel of the bench she’d grown almost attached to since that ever present statue had been completed feeling almost uncomfortably hard beneath her. She shifted, turning to face the Sadida Prince with the sort of grace and charm he expected, her stomach churning at the look in his eyes. But she swallowed it down, smiling casually. Distantly, though he didn’t seem to notice.
“What makes you think that I was hiding?” She asked, a flirtation in her voice that she hoped didn’t sound too forced. She tucked a strand of her long blond hair behind her ear, wondering not for the first time if she should just cut it all off. Time was funny about things like that too, putting so much effort into something as pointless and unnecessary as hair. She cleared her throat. “Perhaps I simply enjoy the solitude.”
Armand walked around to her side, taking up the other half of the bench. “No one enjoys being alone, my Evangeline.” The words were laced with something dangerous and low, the sort of seduction that would have made her roll her eyes in another… time. But those words, that possessive desire he’d attached to her name, left her hungry. Lonely, just like he said.
For a split second, she found her gaze drifting over his shoulder and past him, her eyes involuntarily searching for that statue she’d chosen over companionship for so long, but she stopped herself. She needed more than he could give her right now. She needed more than anyone could give her right now, but since Time was of no help, and since Armand was so close, so willing, so here, she ignored the pain in her chest and leaned in.
The kiss was chaste, at first, a short lived relief caused only by Armand’s shock, Eva assumed. For the second his accomplishments were sorted, Armand demanded more, drawing her in closer, devouring her lips with the sort of cocky impatience she loathed. But this wasn’t about him, this was about her, about getting what she needed in whatever way she could. So she followed his persistent tugging willingly, allowed him to ease her mouth open, to make space for his tongue to delve deep and without restraint against her own. He moaned against her, pulling further still until she was rather ungracefully stumbling into his lap, straddling his thighs. She was grateful that the statue stood behind her, away from her guilt-ridden stare, but only a fraction of a thought was spared towards this, Armand moaning into her mouth again, the sound worming its way into her bones, embedding itself within her like a scar.
So she closed her eyes and moaned louder, blocking him out in every way she could, so that when he rolled his hips beneath her, arching his obvious hardness against her groin, she could pretend, just for a second or two, that it belonged to someone else.
Suddenly, his mouth was gone, leaving her panting against nothing as his lips explored her neck. Almost automatically, she tilted her head to give him more skin to lick and tease, flinching as he sucked bruises onto her that she would certainly regret later. “You surprise me, Evangeline,” he groaned a vibration into her skin. “All this time,” Lick. “Ignoring my advances,” Bite. “Why the change of heart?” Kiss… She shuddered under his touch, eyes still closed, heart still hammering painfully away at her ribcage. She didn’t have an answer for him, not one that she understood enough to voice. So she didn’t say anything at all, offering reply in the way she began to rock her hips in matching rhythm to his own. Thankfully, it seemed like enough, Armand tightening his arms around her briefly before snaking a hand up into her hair, tangling his fingers in the golden strands and pulling just short of gently until her mouth was realigned with his.
His tongue ravaged her mouth without warning, distracting her as he began working at the knots and ties of her outfit. Shoes and gloves and belt discarded, Armand followed suit until all that remained was Eva’s shirt, their movements stilling as his fingers hooked beneath the black fabric, pulling up. She let it happen, despite every nerve within her screaming for the opposite. She allowed his hands to trail over the naked skin of her breast, let his fingertips worry at the hardened buds of her nipples. Because this was what she wanted. This was what she needed. And when she felt his tongue circle each nipple, take them one at a time into his mouth to suck greedily around, she almost enjoyed it, just let her body respond to it, writhe against it, feel every bit of it without feeling anything at all.
Until he whispered again, a hot breath against her collarbone. “My Evangeline. My Eva.”
She couldn’t have that. Not now. So she cut him off the only way that came to mind, her hand dipping between their bodies to grasp desperately at his arousal. As she’d hoped, whatever he’d planned to whisper over her next was lost in a choke, trailing off and into a low moan, wanton with a different sort of need than her own. One that had his hand covering hers, positioning himself at her entrance.
“Do you want this, Evangeline?” He crooned as though he already knew the answer, as though he simply wanted to hear her beg. It made her sick. “Do you want me?”
No. Not you. I don’t want you. I don’t want this. I want him. I need him. Not you. No, no, no… Not you.
“Yes,” she whispered thickly, spreading her legs just so and inviting him in, gritting her teeth against the invasion as he slowly, painfully, buried himself to the hilt.
Her world was spinning for a moment, the sort of dizziness that comes from thinking too many things at once, Eva’s heart and mind abruptly being ripped apart by contradiction. She felt full and empty, satisfied and hungry, angry and relieved. Eager and disgusted with herself. She’d never hated herself more, her heart stuttering in a mixture of pain and exertion as Armand raised her up by her waist and lowered her swiftly back down around him, the feel of surrounding him making her toes curl with a mixture of ecstasy and revulsion. She threw her head back, keeping her eyes anywhere but on him, letting the sensations overwhelm her, become her, erase her until there was nothing left but that tempting, mortifying promise of release.
It wasn’t long before she was panting again, her hands somehow wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him into her chest so he could continue to pay her neglected breasts some much needed attention. And when he bucked up into her at the same time, it was like a lightning bolt of energy dangling her over the edge of a climax she knew would kill her. She was already dying, losing herself bit by bit with each thrust of Armand’s cock, breaking her wounded heart beyond repair. And she’d done this to herself, accepted this greedily. Because it was better to pretend, if only just for a moment, that she wasn’t so far gone that it hurt to breathe, hurt to think. It was better to lose herself in this moment, to feel all that she could with Armand, than to admit to herself that she was nothing without him. Literally, completely, and irrevocably nothing. But it wasn’t enough. This wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough.
Armand’s thrusts were becoming more erratic, Eva’s release so within her grasp that she found herself moaning out a silent plea, her fingers clawing at Armand’s bare back as his gripped ruthlessly into milky white skin, peppering her with more proof of her weakness, her eventual damning regret. But she was too close to care, too close to worry about hating herself any more than she already did. Too close to notice when he whispered her name again, her senses so frazzled that for a split second, his voice was lighter, softer, more Iopish. She gasped, the imagined sound wrenching her almost painfully into oblivion, her orgasm ripping through her like wildfire, burning her alive from within in perfect ecstasy. Before it could fade, she found herself glancing over her shoulder, the site of the still frozen, still so undeniably inhuman statue gazing back at her in what felt like disappointment. This didn’t change anything, as much as she wished---and hoped even for a second---that it would. She was still disgusted with Armand, and more so with herself. She was still burdened with a hole she knew of no way to fill. She was still alone, still so alone that it ached.
It was the feel of Armand emptying himself into her womb that brought her back, a dousing of cold water that had her stammering back through the surface to reality, where Armand sat waiting, eyes hazy in the afterglow but tinged with confusion. Slowly, he raised a hand to her cheek, wiping away a streak of wetness she hadn’t known was there.
“You’re crying?” He asked, a concern in his eyes that she couldn’t bear to witness. So she pulled off of him and away, wiping frantically at her face before gathering her clothes. Armand got to his feet, reaching towards her, but when she flinched, just out of his grasp, he stopped, arm frozen outstretched for a moment before falling back to his side. “Eva?”
“Please don’t,” she muttered, the shameful, persistent tears burning behind her eyes again. She didn’t even know what she was asking him not to do. “Please,” she repeated anyway, softer this time and with less force. She put her clothes back on in silence, sparing a brief glance at Armand that she could only hope was apologetic, before leaving him there. And for the sake of her irreparably damaged heart, she took great care not to look at the statue as she did so. But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t feel its eyes on her back.
The closest thing to Tristepin she had left, and she’d soiled it forever just for a moment, just for a feeling, any feeling. Just for the chance that, in one tiny insignificant barter with Time, she might forget what she’d lost.

Please leave a review if you liked it ^_^
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Just for a moment