My master grabbed my hand and lead me inside. My heart fluttered in response. He squeezed my hand and I squeezed his.
He gazed into my eyes for a moment and I saw darkness in his pupils, the kind of darkness and pain I just escaped from, and I started to understand a little why I felt instantly drawn to him. It wasn't just gratitude, it was also kinship. He understood the pain I had come from without me having to explain it to him.
I wondered where he had been during his lifetime. I wondered what horrors he had seen.
He pulled me toward the foul-smelling house. "We will sleep in here. It's not the finest place to stay, but it will keep us safe from the elements and any intruder who happens upon us. If we are attacked, the animals will all rise from their resting places on the house and help us fight."
He led me through the open archway.
"We will have to sleep on the ground. I can't create mattresses and pillows. All we have is rocks and dirt." He looked up at me. "I'm sorry that I can't give such a beautiful woman more than that."
I was overjoyed to be in this place, no matter what we were doing or where we had to sleep. The ground was inviting compared to where I had come from.
We sat down, side-by-side, leaning our backs against the large rock behind us that rested in the middle of the tiny, dead house. My master closed his eyes and tilted his head back; his legs stretched out before him. I sat with my legs crossed, watching him.
I should have stayed quiet and enjoyed the moment, the way he clearly was, but I craved contact and conversation.
"If you weren't trying to rescue me," I asked. "Then why did you summon me here?"
He slowly smiled and his grin was both sexy and mischievous. "The simple explanation is...I have needs."
My face flushed. I had needs as well, or at least desires about how I'd like to spend time with someone else-how I'd like to be touched by them.
Master Adramalech opened his eyes and looked over my shoulder. His smile slowly faded. "I've been alone for a long time, paying the price for the things I've done. I didn't want to be alone anymore."
The darkness for me had been something physical, trapping me on the outside, but Master Adramalech was talking about a darkness inside of him. He may not have meant to rescue me from anything, but he had, and it was now my duty to save him from his darkness as well, if I could.
I grabbed one of his hands and laced my fingers with his. "You will never feel loneliness again. I will stay forever at your side."
Adramalech sighed and stared at the ground. "That's not how my life works. I am cursed and while most people get to dream about love and fate, those things are not in my future. Besides, all the other ones promised me something similar, but they all betray me in the end. As will you."
My forehead wrinkled in confusion. "The other ones....?"
He didn't answer my question, he just stared at me. "But none of them were powerful enough to overtake me and neither will you be."
"I'm not-" I began to say as his gaze grew fiery, but there was so much I couldn't explain, so much I didn't seem to know about myself. It was obvious that he had a deeper understanding than me. I didn't even understand fully why I had accepted him being my master. Sure, I was grateful for what he had done, but there was something deeper, in the core of my stomach, that insisted I do my best to please him just because he had been the one to summon me. It was some kind of instinct. Something that made me who I was.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me to the ground, silencing me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he laid on top of me, his hips pressed against mine. I could instantly feel how aroused he was and my arousal matched his. He certainly was powerful and I didn't doubt he could persuade me to do all kinds of different things with those lips of his.
He looked deeply into my eyes. "Let us not talk about betrayal. Let's enjoy each other's company while you are still around."
His thumb traced my lower lip. I shut my eyes and puckered, leaning forward, expecting to be kissed.
"No," he said.
My eyes flashed open. Isn't this what he wanted? Every part of my body was screaming at me that we needed to kiss. It was almost a hunger inside. The instinct was just as strong as the one that ordered me to obey him.
"I don't want someone to love," he said. "I want someone to fuck. I need your warmth and your companionship, but love between us would be dangerous. We will not kiss, no matter how luscious or full your tempting lips may be, but there are many ways we can still enjoy each other, even with our mouths."
He bent down and nibbled on my neck. My back arched and I moaned.
He pulled away and chuckled. "Every other part of the body is free to lick and suck as we wish., just not each other's lips."
A shiver ran down my spine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back down to me. I really wanted to know what it was like to kiss him, his lips were full and soft-looking, but I wasn't going to complain about any pleasure he was willing to give to me.
He nibbled on my ear as his hand wandered down from my shoulder and onto my breast. He roughly squeezed it as he cupped it in his hand and then pinched the nipple with his fingertips. I was discovering my own body as he caressed it. I didn't know I had breasts or a tiny waist, curvy hips or long legs, until he was touching those parts and bringing them to life.
Now that I was recalling my memories it all made sense that I looked this way, something about me was inherently sinful, but none of those things had mattered in the darkness. And I definitely didn't know that being caressed in any of those places could bring about such delicious sensations.
I wanted to stroke his body as well. I wondered if it would feel as good for him as it did for me. I knew somehow that I was a woman and I wanted to feel the parts of a man that made him different than me inside of me. I wanted our bodies to connect and become one in that special, pleasurable way.
Even though I knew these ideas excited me, I also knew something was wrong. That darkness that I had been inside of now filled me again, choking me in places that were invisible to the naked eye. Making me gasp because it was hard to handle the sensations of both evil and perfection mixing inside of my heart. I was out of control. I couldn't stop. I needed to, but I couldn't.
I stripped his clothes away. There were no clothes on me from the beginning.
I touched every part of his muscular body. I had come to the conclusion that he was obviously some kind of mage, but mages shouldn't have a perfect sculpted body like this. No wonder it felt sinful to touch him so intimately. How did he get so sexy and powerful? It wasn't just his body, but something about his presence that proclaimed his strength.
I vaguely wondered as he positioned himself between my parted legs, if I could get pregnant, but knew somehow I could not. I knew I was cursed in a way where I could never have a child, yet no one had ever told me this. I shoved the thought aside.
He entered me swiftly and made love to me roughly. He didn't ask if I was a virgin and I didn't know if I was either, but I didn't crave gentle caresses, so it didn't matter.
A hunger had woken inside of me and I knew this fucking was just the beginning of satisfying my new cravings.
This was what I was meant to do, what I wanted to live for, and I was so thankful to be experiencing it.
We cried out together. There was no one else out in the woods, but I almost wished we had an audience. It was wild, it was passionate, it made me unable to focus on the world around me anymore.
And all I saw was blackness and all I felt was that tar growing in my heart. And I wondered if I had really escaped it after all or if this would soon turn into the next stage of my torture.
We collapsed when we were finished and it was easy to fall asleep after that. But as I drifted off, I couldn't help but wonder why he had avoided answering so many of my questions and if there were things that I needed to know that might come back and bite me later. He was a viper and it would do me good not to forget it.
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Doomed To LoveRomance
The one person Malentha cares about is Adramelech, her master, who summoned her from hell. He's damaged and she's a demon, but she believes she has enough love in her heart to make him whole again. He pushes her away and she doesn't understand w...