Fifty Shades of Blue (parody) He stared at her longingly; wanting, craving… needing. The dark elf had been watching her for days, his purple, dead eyes undressing her layers, imagining what would be underneath. He pressed his tongue against one of his fangs, almost tasting her sweetness from anticipation alone. The bright red cherry in the center, the white glazing all around… it was almost torturing him.
Toky had forgotten what craving was. Being dead for several hundred years, hunger and lust never appealed to him as if lost. But the masterpiece before him beckoned him like a Siren, calling his name enchantingly over and over until it echoed in his head. He whimpered, knowing he couldn’t have it.
The cake was too expensive. An intricate cake made from the gods themselves. It was a layered cake, coated in a clear glaze to expose only the top layer… vanilla. He wanted to know what other mixtures was placed into this, choco