"What do you mean by that?" She couldn't tell if he was joking or serious. He didn't answer, not that he didn't want to, but he decided to show her what he meant and mean it while performing the act. After all, sensory details are unforgettable.
"Let me go," why would she keep asking him that when she knew he wasn't going to listen to her?
As Autumn approached the castle, a sense of unease crept up on her, intensifying with every step she took. The walls towered high above her, their jagged edges and twisted architecture creating an ominous silhouette against the night sky. The walls were adorned with startling red stained-glass windows, casting eerie shadows across the ground. Despite its fearsome appearance, the castle had a certain majestic quality that commanded Autumn's attention. The moon's pale glow cast an otherworldly light upon the castle, illuminating its sinister features and causing Autumn's skin to prickle with a sense of foreboding.
"What a fitting place to taste you," Zyler murmured, his voice laced with a twisted hunger. He looked around the eerie castle, taking in the haunting red stained glass and jagged walls. "Here, in the heart of darkness, where the shadows dance and the spirits moan. Here, where your fear will only make your taste sweeter." A chill ran through Autumn's body as she realized the true depths of Zyler's depravity.
"Why would you torture me like this?" she began to hiccup.
Zyler's lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned closer to Autumn. His voice was several octaves deeper than she had heard. He was dying of arousal. "Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin," he pulled her closer, so close there was no space for air to enter. "And I intend to show you both," he whispered. "You'll beg me for more, and I'll make you feel things you never knew existed. Trust me, darling, the darkness within me will set you free," he rubbed her tears off her place.
"I don't want to feel anything, Sir. I don't even know what your intentions are. Please just forgive me for whatever I did intentionally or unintentionally," she didn't know how else to make that man let her go. He released her from his grasp and moved back. She thought he did listen to her after all. For a moment, a brief moment, she thought her pleadings worked. Maybe he took pity on her and will let her go. How naïve can she be?
"Do me a favor. Take off your clothes for me," he uncuffed his cuff buttons and rolled his shirt to his elbows, revealing his veiny hands. Autumn's eyes dilated in shock. Instinctively her arms went to close her torn shirt, bringing both ends together, covering her body. She shook her head while Zyler raised his brow, challenging her to defy him.
Chuckling, he curled his fingers around the back of his jeans and pulled out his gun. Autumn's heart raced as fear took over. Her body trembled, and she felt a knot form in her stomach at the sight of the gun. She could feel her pulse pounding in her temples as she struggled to keep her composure.
"Don't kill me, please," she pleaded.
"Now, Autumn, take that shirt off," he motioned to her with his gun.
"No," she knew she was asking for death, but she still refused to give in and listen to this depraved human.
That was it. His little dahlia was pissing him off now. "You won't listen to me then?" he cocked his brow, telling her she should. Autumn did not respond. Zyler wrapped his finger, tightening it around the trigger. The gunshot echoed throughout the castle, the explosion of sound bouncing off the stone walls and rattling the windows. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the sound of the bullet whistling through the air. For a moment, all was silent as the echoes faded, leaving only the ringing in Autumn's ears.
With trembling hands, she undid her top. Leaving her only in her jeans and bra. "I want these off, too," he hooked the gun's tip in the band of her pants. "Now," the atmosphere only added to her fear.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked while undressing herself.
"I already told you that I won't hurt you, not unless you make me," he traced the cold metal of that gun on her thighs, "so fucking beautiful," he murmured while tears lined her lids. She wanted to sob and weep until she couldn't breathe. That was the only thing that would make her feel better now.
"I don't want this," she mumbled, knowing he listened to her very well.
"And I don't care," his voice made her flinch. She shut her eyes tight, imagining the number of times her family members yelled at her.
"It's okay," her mind coaxed her. "Take a deep breath," she told herself like the countless times she had done in the past.
"You want to act like a smart girl. I will show you what smart girls like you get," she didn't have it in her anymore to defy him. She could retort back, but what good will it bring her?
"I will taste you, and you will be a fucking good girl, and let me taste you," he pushed her down onto the dusty floor, and she let him. Her false bravado slipped off, unveiling the lack of courage. Besides, the gun in his arms kept her in place. He towered over her, not caring for the dust or mites crawling all over that place. If anything, it gave him the illusion of being in a graveyard. Zyler loved graveyards. It gave him a sense of belonging. He resonated more with the dead than the living.
"Now. You will stay still," he looked unimpressed by her struggles or pain. Another tear slid down her cheeks, disappearing into her ear. "You move," he tapped his gun on her temples. "I will shove my dick deep inside you," this made her stay put and stop squirming.
Sniffling, she latched her eyes onto the moon shining above them. She didn't want to see what that man was doing to her or her body. "You are so fucking beautiful," he murmured impressively. He leaned over her, kissing her on her forehead, a gesture that didn't suit him. "I marked you a long time ago. Autumn. You better keep that in mind," he traced the gun on her clothed core while moving down to her cheek, planting another kiss.
She struggled to keep her attention on the ruins surrounding her, hoping to distract herself from the man looming over her. But every movement, every touch from him made her skin crawl and her heart race with fear. The once fascinating details of the dusty place now felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the terror of her present situation. Her eyes traced the clouds playing hide and seek with the moon. She wanted to dissipate and disappear with those.
She felt him moving her panty to the side. He pushed the cold metal past her folds, making a cold gasp escape her parted lips. He looked down at her face and then at the gun that disappeared beneath her folds. How fucking lucky is that gun?
She clutched his arm, asking him to stop, "remember this," he indicated, signaling to the gun on her pussy, which he moved further down to her hole, "don't make me shove this in," he threatened, and she let it be. She didn't want to be shot. "Open your legs, baby," he groaned, bringing the gun's tip to his mouth, pushing it past his lips, and sucking it. "You taste like my favorite sin," a primal growl escaped his lips, echoing with the woods. It was scary and intimidating.
"Please, don't speak of sin in such a way. It's not something to be celebrated or enjoyed," Autumn whispered softly, a sad expression on her face as she looked away from him. Her innocent response made him chuckle. He didn't know what to do with her.
He squeezed his cheeks, glaring mercilessly into her eyes. "Sin is just a word crafted by the weak-minded who lack the courage to indulge in their deepest, darkest desires," he squeezed her cheeks with more pressure. He resisted the urge to spit in her mouth and make her taste his saliva. "I answer to no higher power, no moral code, no judgment but my own," he replied, his voice dripping with twisted confidence. "I am the master of my own fate, the captain of my own soul," he laughed.
The empty castle amplified every sound he made. Hooking his fingers in her panty, he dragged it down past her legs and to her ankles. He tossed the fabric to the side. Her pussy glistened in the moonlight. Her clit tucked away between her closed lips like the flower's core hiding between the petals.
He swiftly inhaled as soon as his eyes met the sight. His desire was so strong that it was getting so hard to contain. Her pussy gleamed like diamonds under the moon's tender light, her petals delicately reflecting the shimmering glow. Each lip seemed to dance and sway with otherworldly grace. He looked delirious, as if that enchanting spell had caught him in a hypnotic trance. Her beauty was almost surreal, a breathtaking sight that left his mind spellbound and entranced.
Zyler's fingers shook with arousal as his forefinger lined up her slit. It felt smooth and cool to the touch. He brought it to his nose, inhaling the sweet and tangy aroma that filled his senses deeply. With a sense of reverence, he parted his lips and sank his teeth into the flesh. The moment his lips touched the flesh, he felt the need to slurp on it, but he will not hurry. He will do it slowly but surely, savoring the deliciousness of her pussy. Autumn clenched her teeth, clamping her lower lip tight. She didn't know what else to do. It was scandalous to let a man touch her privates, let alone kiss them. Is this normal? Her mind did not know. She had never heard anyone do it.
Zyler growled a painful growl. His dick was jealous, weeping to touch her tight channel, but he shoved the thought aside and began grinding himself on the dirty floor. His tongue started to move in circles on her clit, flicking, sucking, slurping, biting, and clamping on it. It was as though a symphony had burst to life in his mouth. Flavors of honey, cinnamon, and tangy danced on his tongue, and he moaned with pleasure. It was like tasting heaven itself—a religious experience he had never known before.
He closed his eyes, savoring the moment as the juice dripped down his chin. Her pussy was oozing fluids as the sky rained during thunder. The sensation was like being lost in a dream, where reality fades away, and only the pure, unadulterated pleasure remains.
It was as if he were a devil, tasting the fruit of an angel—something is forbidden, yet irresistible. He devoured the fruit with abandon, each bite revealing new flavors and textures that sent shivers down his dock. While his tongue pushed past her clit, his dick around on the floor. The melody was haunting. Slurping, biting, and pulling sounds echoed in the woods. It was a primal experience, one that awakened something deep within him that he had never known existed.
As he ate, he became more and more aware of his surroundings—the damp, musty air of the castle, the creaking of ancient floorboards beneath his feet. But none of it mattered. All that mattered was her pussy and the way it made him feel. He lost track of time as he savored each bite, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. It was like he had been given a glimpse of the divine and would never be the same again.
With great difficulty, she pushed on her elbows and glanced at him. As if he could tell she was watching, he bit down on her clit, and she hissed, a teardrop running down her pretty face. She could feel the moments he made on her clit. Every stroke of the tongue, every bite, and every lick. She felt all of it. Autumn couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. His passion seemed almost demonic, and the way he devoured it with such fervor was akin to a predator feasting on its prey.
She wanted to scream, but nothing came out of her mouth, nothing but a cold gasp of pleasure. She didn't know what was happening. Why was her pussy secreting fluids? It was disgusting. She struggled hard, but her body wasn't in her control. It was scary. The shadows behind him looked eerie, giving birth to phantom clouds. The cobwebs above her and the spiders crawling all over them were writhing with their own touch. A drop of sweat trickled down her hairline and traveled to her mouth. Then she remembered his words," you are mine. I will hunt you down."
For a minute, he let up. Giving her a sense of relief, only to convey his desires, "your pussy is creaming for me," he rubbed her clit, pinching it with his fingers, and she shut her eyes at his dirty words. Her religious side was telling her it was a grave sin and she will burn in eternal sin for this. Seeing her lack of response, he harshly bit on her clit, pouring his anger, and Autumn shrieked.
She was like a celestial being in the presence of a demon. She watched in horror as he consumed her pussy with reckless abandon, his eyes darkening with every passing second. The taste seemed to intoxicate him, and Autumn couldn't shake off the feeling that he was becoming increasingly dangerous by the moment.
He went back, diving into her pussy, tasting it further. And then it happened, as if someone pulled the pin of a grenade, Autumn's juices flowed, her orgasm rippling all over, crashing into her like the sea waves. Zyler did not stop. He ground his dick at the same rate he was eating her. Her desperate struggles to stop herself from orgasming and failing miserably made him cum. He came harder than ever. He was growling and musing along with her. His were more desperate, and hers was filled with shame and resistance.
At that moment, to the world, she appeared like an angel taken hostage to the fiery depths of hell, writing in pain and pleasure, getting punished for a sin she didn't commit. Zyler's breath calmed down as he came down from his high.
Wiping his chin off her juices, his eyes fluttered open. He was back in the castle from the pleasure she gave him, but it was different now. Everything seemed more straightforward, more vibrant, as though he were seeing the world for the first time. He felt alive in a way he never had before.
Zyler knew he would never forget the taste of her pussy the way it had made him feel. It was like a secret he carried within him—something precious and rare that he could return to whenever he needed a reminder of the beauty that existed in the world.
He crawled up her body. His lips were stained with the juices of her release, and his fingers were slick with her sweet nectar. Autumn couldn't bear to watch anymore, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away. He was a dark angel who made her fall from grace. It was as if she was being pulled into his world, into the darkness surrounding him like a cloak.
As he licked his lips clean of her juices, his eyes locked onto hers, and Autumn felt a chill run down her spine. His gaze was intense, almost otherworldly, making her feel small and insignificant. She couldn't shake off the feeling that he was more than what he appeared to be, that he held secrets and power beyond her comprehension.
"That is what happens when you disobey me," he licked his fingers clean, one after the other. She bit her lip and silently sobbed. "Do you understand me?" he demanded while raising her chin, making her look into his eyes. Silence ruled over the hollow and the woods surrounding them, but she could tell that he was the one still in control. She hated him, and she hated him with all of her being. Her figure radiated with anger, fury, and rage. She was shaking, and Zyler was hungry. He was thirsty for her, more and more.
Autumn lay there defeated. He forced himself on her again. She was sure he was aware of it, too. Silence was the only thing ringing in their ears, only to be disturbed by their heavy breathing. She wasn't strong enough to fight him. She had no resources to do that. Is this what some people do? Damage others and leave them to pick up their own pieces? Shattering them beyond, they can repair themselves. For the first time in her life, she wanted to live in a world free of men.
"Let's go," Zyler got up from her body and picked her up in his arms. She had no strength to pretend. "Will you go with me now?" he dared to ask her. Autumn did not respond. He picked up the clothes scattered over the dusty floor and covered her with his jacket.
He carried her with effortless strength, but her heart felt heavy as if it were made of lead. The world around her became blurred as she was carried to his car. With each step he took, her heart ached, and she felt more trapped, more helpless than ever before. She wanted to break free, to run away and never look back, but she was powerless in his grasp. The sound of the leaves crunching beneath his feet echoed through the trees, a haunting reminder of how alone she truly was. She couldn't help but feel as if she was being taken to a fate worse than death, and the weight of that realization made her feel as though her heart was breaking into a million tiny pieces.
He set her in the seat and rounded to his side. Autumn didn't want to be there. All she wanted to do was to cry until her eyes held no more tears. "You will go home and say your goodbyes. Leave that wretched animal there and pack your bags," he ordered her while starting his car. The lack of her reaction made him sigh.
"Don't think you can escape, Autumn. I am warning you. It won't do any good to you," he lunged the car forward. He dropped her home, and she was about to open the door when he clutched her wrists in his. "Don't push me, Atty. You won't like the outcome," his voice was scary.
"I will kill everyone. Don't make me," he warned her in his sinister tone. Autumn got down and ran to her house. While Zyler stationed himself on the other side of the road. He was waiting for her to come back when his phone rang. "Hello, Cole," he answered his call, still tasting her juices coating his tongue.
"When are you coming back?" he questioned, inspecting the shipment they received.
"Soon." Zyler pushed his seat back and relaxed.
"I heard Liam Hart called for a meeting. We are invited too," Cole knew this would rile Zyler up.
"Is this unofficial?" Zyler trailed off. Cole hummed. "I will be there, but I am sure he will be a no-show like last year," Liam and Zyler hadn't met each other in many years. Both were powerful men. One held the government in his fingers, but he couldn't get past Zyler when it came to the underworld. He wanted to take down Zyler, just like Zyler wanted to take political power from Liam. It was Zyler right by birth. And at no cost will he let it go.
"What about his dad?" He pulled a cigarette out and lit it. Ryle was one sick son of a bitch. The man killed people and took over their political powers, and now he is on the path to being murdered by his son. How fucking funny. Zyler could stop Ryle's death if he wanted to, but he wouldn't. He wanted to sit and watch the cinema unfold.
"He miraculously survived," Cole chuckled. They both knew what this meant. Liam must've thought it was too risky to kill his dad now. So, he let the bastard live.
"What about the elections, then?" Zyler pumped the toxins into his being with passion.
"None, since the man is going to live. Unfortunately," Cole was sad that Ryle was going to live. "Will we succeed?" Cole questioned doubtfully. "I know we have been at it for years, but Liam keeps getting stronger, buying power," all Cole met was silence. "I know we have been gathering people for years for our plan to succeed," Zyler cut off Cole by saying, "sometimes, opportunities are what we need, Cole. Chances are what we want," he didn't like being questioned. So, Cole shut up.
Zyler knew he would get what was his, by nook or by crook. He doesn't care whom he damages in the way. Everyone is collateral. He will unabashedly use anyone he can to get to success. Knowing that Zyler will not answer, Cole let the topic go and changed the subject. "Did Lily call you?" Cole knew his wife wouldn't let the topic go, and at the same time, Zyler received a call.
"Speak of the devil. I will call you later," he hung up. "Hello, Lily," Zyler changed from his boss's voice to a normal tone.
"Where are you, and when are you coming back?" she was so enthusiastic to let him know she found a match for him.
"Soon, soon," he smiled. Lily always brought a smile to Zyler's face. "Why so urgent?" his eyes darted to Autumn's door.
"What kept you in England so long?" she pouted. Zyler could tell she was upset.
"Work," he knew what type of work it was.
"Fine. I want to give you a surprise once you get home," she would've jumped up and down if she could, but now she was sedentary, stuck to the couch. "Please come home soon," she requested. She wanted to convey this in person to him, to feel proud that she did her duty as a sister.
"Sure, princess. Soon," he hung up on her. He will be home with her. But the question is, will it be her home?
Well.......Is Autumn going to go, or will she escape? Six more likes before the next update.