Wall E And Eve Fanart の小説・ストーリー

She tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut, trusting me completely. One of the artists dabbed concealer beneath Eve’s eyes. “You look a little tired, Miss Peron.” I smiled into the mirror, meeting the artist’s gaze. “ I guess it's wedding nerves,” I said softly. They laughed politely. They had no idea the radiance they admired was the glow of multiple orgasms. Eve flipping me, sliding three fingers into me from behind while she whispered filthy promises in my ear. I’d come hard around her hand, biting my own wrist to stay quiet, her other palm pressed between my legs rubbing my clit until I saw stars.

At the catsle wall, Eve stood next to Ariadne and Kaelan stands on the other side. It was only the four of them including Ariadne’s daughter, Zara whose tears wetting her cheeks. Eve’s eyes was red and puffy. She had no more tears but sadness was apparent on her face.

Everything clean and organized. Then she noticed the art on the wall. A framed piece hanging above the side table. It looked old. Almost medieval in style. The colors were rich but faded like it had been painted centuries ago. Elena stood and walked closer. It was a wolf. But stylized. Powerful. Surrounded by symbols she didn’t recognize. And in the center was a girl. Young. Beautiful. Dressed in white. The wolf stood behind her like a guardian or maybe a predator. The whole thing felt both beautiful and unsettling.

Henry whispered into her hair. A group of men and ladies smartly dressed in black and white carefully wheeled in a series of paintings, sculptures and other art equipment. They placed them on display where everyone could see them. Eve sat up and when Henry turned to look at her, she had a dropped jaw. "What are you looking at?" She didn't look at him. She directed his gaze to a rainbow painting on display. "You like it?" Eve nodded repeatedly. Her full attention was on the art. "It looks colourful and alive. It's beautiful and almost seems like a real rainbow."

He whispered, “You’re my muse, my love. This is our art—our love on full display for the world to see, without shame or restraint.” Elena’s eyes rolled back in her head as she climaxed, her body arching off the mattress. Evan followed soon after, his own release a powerful testament to the depth of their bond. They lay there, entangled in a mess of paint and passion, their hearts racing in unison. The room was silent except for their panting breaths, the candles casting a warm glow over their bodies. In that moment, Elena knew that this was the most beautiful masterpiece she had ever been a part of.

The air was thick with a nauseating scent. As I approached the bed, my whole body began to shake uncontrollably. Eve lay there, naked and motionless, like a shattered doll. Her face was ghostly pale and damp with sweat, while her hair was a tangled mess, with strands sticking to her cheeks. Her body was covered in bruises, with red scratches crisscrossing her skin. Eve’s lower half was in an even worse state. A beer bottle, its neck stained black, was roughly lodged there. The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted.