Shadows swirled and turned in the
corridor as she moved toward the chamber door.
Not enough to draw attention, but enough to send a shiver through her
spine. Maryem kept moving forward even
as the lights fluttered out in the stately hall. The tremble in her breath gave away her fear as
her heart beat pulsed through the room.
“You
shouldn’t be out so late,” the voice sang to her, calming even as she knew she
should scream. “Nothing good can come of
this.”
He
stepped from the shadows at the end of the hall, and Maryem froze. No door had opened, nor had she seen him in
the pale moon light through the windows.
She could see him now and she fought the conflicting feelings
inside. His skin of marble, his eyes of
the palest blue, his hair that shone light even in the shadows, only his lips
gave way to color; red. Every move he
made was slow yet he seemed to glide more than walk. In any other circumstance he would have been
beautiful, yet he was death and she knew it.
“I
was just leaving.” Maryem barely whispered.
“It’s
a bit late for that now.” He almost
seemed to laugh as he spoke.
Maryem
turned to run but his arm was already around her. A scream coming to her throat as the terror
finally tore through her but his eyes froze the sound before it could escape. His skin was hard and cold and her hand began
to ache as she thrashed upon his chest and face. He laughed and caught her wrist, whispering
firmly. “Stop.”
Every
muscle in her body tensed and went numb as her mind pleaded for her to
run. Those eyes caught her again and she
felt her knees weaken. She wanted to
fight. She remembered how her brother would
say to kick him in the balls, or claw his eyes like her father had shown. She wanted to hurt him and get away, but all
she could do was cry.
His
hand brushed away a tear, licking it from the tip of his finger with a smile. “Such a wonderful thing a tear is. It can show sadness, pain, fear, anger, and happiness.” His finger returned to her cheek and traced
the hair over her ear and down her neck.
She shuddered at the feel of his cold skin and her heart raced. The blood flowed through her veins and the
stress plumped her veins, pulsing with each beat of her racing heart. “But it isn’t the only … delicious… fluid in
your body.”
Maryem
strained to scream as his mouth opened wider to show his elongated
canines. Now she knew she was dead. She knew the face of the beast that would rip
her apart and the panic flew through her even as his teeth broke the skin of
her neck. His arms around her as he
leaned her against the wooden desk. The weight of him against her pinning her
there as he took from her what he wanted.
She could feel her life slipping as he pulled her closer to him. The world began to swim and she felt warmth
flowing through her. The heat though,
didn’t radiate from inside, but rather from outside. This monster flowed her life into himself and
she could feel it making his skin soften and warm. He pulled away from her sighing and she cried
again seeing the blood on his lips and neck.
“Shhhhh.”
His hands moved over her, this time running inside the collar of her shirt,
pushing it over her shoulder. He brought
his lips to hers and kissed her more gently than she expected at first. His lips were soft and warm, much like you
would expect from a lover instead of a monster.
Maryem’s strength returned to her slightly and she began to push away
from him again. His arms were strong and
he held her firmly to his chest, muffling her protests with his mouth.
He
wasted little time as she began to struggle, pushing her back against the desk
and thrusting his knee between her legs.
With his one arm he caught her wrist and brought it behind her. Maryem felt her strength wane and knew it was
useless. He had her pinned and in a
moment, both her hands held behind her back.
His lips were on hers and she bit the lower lip hard. It was softer now and she could hear his
moan. Was her aggression turning him on? She let his lip go and turned her face away
from him, crying again now as his lips found her neck, kissing it passionately. She could feel the blood flowing through her
veins again and shuddered.
He
pressed his leg further in between hers.
Maryem’s body shuddered as he ground his thigh against her panties. With each struggle she felt herself working against
the hard muscle of his leg through the thin fabric and fought against the
flooding wetness beginning against her will.
His lips moved from her neck to her chest, crossing from side to side in
warm kisses that were moving from tender to hunger. With his free hand he tore the front of her
shirt open and Maryem swore under her breath.
She knew he would kill her, but each look in those eyes softened her
resistance. She grew in need at the feel
of his touch, the smell of his musk, and the heat of his breath across her
skin. His fingers slid over her stomach
and up to her bra, cupping her breasts firmly.
The moan that escaped her lips was pure ecstasy as she felt soft nipples
hardened at his touch. Those eyes met
hers again and she knew she was his as his lips moved to kiss the skin now open
to him.
To Be Continued...
Story by: MysterMitch Resident
Photos by: MysterMtch Resident
Items Used: WS Sexy Desk
Models: Mystermitch Resident
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