you want it darker | michael langdon

chapter eight; satyr satisfies nymph.

Much more.

What she needed was something no man had ever given her before.

Impatiently, she began to rub against his exposed thigh. With his strong hands on her hips, he guided her motions.

"That's it, sweetheart." He cooed as little gasps left her lips. "I want to taste you, all of you. I want to devour you, swallow you whole."

"I've... never done anything like this... is that okay?" She spoke in between moans.

"Of course it's okay, little lamb." He chuckled, darkly. "If anything, it's quite sexy; knowing that I'm the only man who gets to touch you, to see you like this-"

"Hmm, well..." She giggled as she suddenly remembered that unfortunate incident with Etu.

He ceased his actions to look her in the eye with a serious intent. "I'll take the life of any man who dares to look upon you."

"Oh sir, you say such wild things!" She gasped in delight as he launched an attack on her neck with his lips.

Her delight turned to trepidation as he produced a dagger, seemingly from nowhere.

"It is clear that I must mark you as my own."

Gently he laid her onto her back on the floor, her hair fanning out around her like a halo.

Initially she feared that he would literally mark her with his knife, but it soon transpired that he had a rather different idea.

He ran the blade up and down the front of her nightdress, teasingly. He did so love to watch her squirm. Then, with great swiftness and care, he slashed the garment open, exposing her bare breasts to him.

Momentairly delighting at the sight of her newly exposed flesh, he then pressed the blade to the same place on his left forearm he had slashed earlier for his ritual that, at some point since, had miraculously healed over.

"Sir...?"

He smiled at her display of concern for him, before gently shushing her.

He winced in pain as the cold steel pierced his flesh. The blood trickled down his arm like a crimson waterfall, dripping down onto his lover beneath him, staining her once pure skin red. Without a moment's pause, he slashed the other arm, and began to smear his blood all over her ripped clothing and naked body.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this, covered in my blood, covered in me." He said in a low, seductive voice, tossing the knife behind him and leaning down to run his tongue all over her blood-covered torso.

She knew she should've been disgusted, repulsed, horrified. She knew that.

But she was far too aroused and excited to start questioning things now.

Both of them were so eager they considered foreplay to be an unessecary torture. His sexual hunger illustrated further by the way he impatiently tore away her underwear with his bare hands.

"Your name..." She groaned as he finally pushed himself inside her, not waiting a minute for her to adjust before he began his harsh thrusts. "Tell me your name."

As his speed increased, he found it harder and harder to speak.

"Tell me your name!" She harshly insisted, rolling her hips upward to match his movements.

His movements were becoming more and more sporadic; he was close, and so was she.

As she felt her orgasm approaching, small droplets of water marked the spot where Michael had buried his face in her neck; he was sobbing his way through their shared climax.

"Tell me..." She felt fireworks exploding deep within her, rippling through her whole body as Michael shuddered above her.

"Oh, Michael!" She screamed.

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"I am a slave of the infernal bridegroom, the phantasmagorian master; he who seduces the foolish virgins. That's exactly the devil he is. He's no phantom, he's no ghost. He was a child - or almost... His delicate mysterious ways enchanted me. I forewent all my duties in order to follow him.

We are exiles from this world.

Satan, you fool, you want to dissolve me with your charms. Well, I want it. I want it! Stab me with a pitchfork, sprinkle me with fire! Return me to life!

Oh, and this poison! This eternally accursed embrace! My weakness, and the world's cruelty! My god, have pity, hide me, I can't control myself at all! I am hidden, and I am not.

And as the damned soul rises, so does the fire."

-Arthur Rimbaud, A season in hell.

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author's note; i just realised this is the second time michael has taken prims virginty, what a guy lmao.