July 8th.
Sahara Desert, Egypt.
12 PM.
"(Y/N)."
...
"(Y/N)!"
"What?!" You yell back in annoyance, swinging your head to the direction of your father calling your name.
"I need you to deliver these gallons of water for me to Abdelfattah's shed before sunset, got it?"
"But I did that last week! Shouldn't Yasmine-"
"Before sunset! They're on the porch outside! Thank you for being a lovely daughter who will do as I say because I asked nicely!"
You shook your head in disbelief, vexed that your father was letting your sister go again because it was her 'period' and she couldn't bother getting outside into the heat.
You knew she was faking it, even your dad had a feeling that periods shouldn't last more than a week.
But he certainly wouldn't bother checking.
Deciding you didn't want to argue any further, you sigh and say fuck it, making a mental note in your head to kick Yasmine's ass if she uses the same excuse next week.
"Fine, but I'm not wearing a burqa! It's 40 degrees outside!"
"Take a dagger with you, then. I don't want villagers seeing a woman out alone by herself."
.
The sun was excruciatingly hot.
You could already feel your shoulders burning and mentally prepare yourself for a night of peeling off dead skin.
Thankfully, you weren't going to die of a heatstroke this time. You made sure your dagger was packed into the belt of your shorts and had your black tank top tucked in neatly as your camel walked with its usual pace towards the designated area.
The camel stops, however, and begins howling deeply while raising its front hooves before backing away, almost causing you to fall off.
"Yah! Yabny! Ehda!" (Calm down!) you held onto the ropes of it's mouth to pull back and control it, but the action only angered the large animal more.
The camel trots once more to the back and finally slips you off it's hump before you land on the sand sharply, the hot sand stings your skin as you groan and hiss from the impact.
Standing up, you dust yourself off and furrow your brows angrily at the animal.
"Ya homar! What the hell is wrong with y–"
Midway through your tantrum, your eyes catch the source of your camel's burst of panic.
Just two meters in front of you laid a peculiar looking man with large green hair and odd symbols on his face, his attire exposing his torso that was coated in blood from a wound.
"Oh my god." You mutter under your breath, feeling your heart hammer against your chest.
If he was dead, you would be the last person to see him and therefore had to carry him back home.
But this was a full grown man. Just the thought of coming near him sent a shiver down your spine.
Regardless, you had to act quick. The sun was boiling the both of you and you didn't wanna stay in the desert any longer.
Quickly, you unbuckle a gallon of water and trot to the unconscious man before falling on your knees beside him, muttering 'please be alive.' Over and over again under your breath as you coated your hands with the cold water and gently pressed it against his face and cheeks.
"Sir? Hello? Please, wake up." You spoke in English after acknowledging he did not look anywhere near Arab.
His skin was burning to the touch and was dusty from the sand, but you couldn't help but sigh in relief after feeling his temple move when he clenched his jaw.
The man opens his eyes slowly to reveal a set of emerald green pupils, looking directly into your eyes.
"Oh, God. You're alive." You smile and sit back to allow him space to breathe.
Cioccolata sits up straight and looks around in confusion for a few seconds, his brows furrowed together as he finally looks at you again.
"I'm sorry, love." He speaks, almost shocking you from how low toned his deep voice was and how smooth it sounded coming from his throat that was raspy from thirst.
"But do you have any water?"
You nod your head and hand him the gallon in a hurry, watching carefully as he downs half the thing in a single sip.
"Sir, what on Earth were you doing in the middle of the Sahara with no water whatsoever?! You could have died if I didn't find you!"
"Yes. It seems so." He purses his lips together menacingly before standing up and dusting off his clothes.
Upon him getting up, you notice his wounds again and gasp at the sight of the blood leaking and colouring his white pants red.
"A-And you're hurt! Seriously! Are you crazy? Get on my camel, I'm taking you home."
The man cocks a brow up at you skeptically.
"You..." he tilts his head to the side, inching closer to you with every step as a wicked smile begins stretching his purple thick lips.
"Are beautiful. Really. You'd even make an excellent addition to my tapes."
"Tapes?" You take a step back when he takes a step forward, eyeing him carefully.
"What tapes? What the hell are you even talking about? And don't you try anything, I have a knife and I'm not afraid to use it."
Cioccolata's wide eyes burst in sparkles as he seems extremely enlightened by you.
You furrow your brows at the peculiar man and make sure your hand hovers over the dagger.
"Listen, man! You're already pretty injured, okay! Just get on my camel and let me get you the hell out of here!"
"Hmm." He hums, his deep voice vibrating through your body and soul.
"Okay. I'll come with you."
.
"Just stay still, okay?"
July 8th, 6 PM.
"Your hospitality is well appreciated, darling."
Cioccolata sits back on the bed shirtless, exposing his toned abs to you with no hesitation the second you offered to nurse his wounds.
You first wiped away the dried blood clean with cold water, and now you were applying medicine and crème over his hot skin that felt like clouds against your fingertips.
"You still haven't told me who you are!" You look up into his curious eyes. "If my dad finds us like this, you and I are both dead if I don't have an explanation."
"Dead?" He tilts his head to the side as you sat on your knees between his legs and nursed his wounds.
"But why? Why would me being inside your home vex your father so much? Perhaps... is it taboo?"
"Huh?" You look up into his eyes and cock a brow up in confusion as he smiles down at you menacingly.
Suddenly, Cioccolata slaps the medicine away from your hands.
You gasp loudly and jump to stand up at the same time he stands up as well, towering over you creepily.
"H-Hey! The hell do you think you're doing?"
"Tell me, (Y/N). Is it taboo to find his daughter in a home alone with a grown man? Oh, I bet it is. I bet it would irk your father beyond imagination to see a man alone with his daughter, shirtless..." he gently runs his slender fingers down his own body as he holds eye contact with you.
"While she presses her fingers against his bare skin..."
You swallow hard as Cioccolata reaches a hand out to touch you, his fingers caressing your cheek as though asking for permission to touch you before fully cupping them in his palm.
"And lets him touch her skin. It's so taboo, but exciting, isn't it?"
His voice becomes softer yet all the more deep, cold green eyes that pierced your soul made your knees weak as you watched him inch his face closer to you.
"Ohh..." he breathes out, his hand moving down to hold your jaw perfectly in his fingers as though they were made for each other.
"You know what would be even more taboo?"
"Wh...what?"
Cioccolata creepily brings his lips to your ear and brushes against them, causing you to hitch your breath from the feeling of his breath against your ear.
"If he caught them fucking, too. Oh... if he caught them having sex. A strange man, fucking his daughter. Isn't that so taboo?"
"Y-Yes."
Cioccolata stops at your response and stares straight ahead, his head almost dizzy from excitement.
The idea of it. The idea of penetrating you and pleasuring you before killing you off was enough to erect him, but the thought of catching it on tape and killing the father too after he'd catch them...
Their faces. The emotions. It made Cioccolata insane.
The man pulls your jaw closer and pushes his lips against yours smoothly, in which you immediately find yourself moving in sync with him.
His wet lips felt amazing, and the way he held your jaw while shoving his tongue inside your mouth made the fire in your stomach rise with heat and triggered a whimper to emit from you.
"Is that what you want, darling?" He continues to speak gently, slowly sliding his hand to your back to push you closer to him.
Your body jerks in shock as he suddenly grabs your shorts to unbuckle them, but you weren't doing anything to stop him.
You help him by laying down on the bed and opening your legs a little wider for him, in which he responds by pushing his crotch against you as he unbuckles his own belt.
"(Y/N), look into my eyes."
You do as told and admire his handsome features and beautiful emerald eyes that had murder written all over them.
But you couldn't see that. You didn't see any of the murders he committed in his eyes, you saw passion and a man of art.
You quickly struggle out of your shorts and kick them to the side before a sharp moan escapes your lips from the feeling of his cock pressing against the fabric of your panties.
"I'll do what you want me to do. Judging by how wet you are, you may be just as fucked up as I am. Do you want me to fuck you? Hm? Tell me. Tell me what you want."
"Please..."
Cioccolata grins widely as he stood naked between your legs, his half lidded eyes could tell a thousand stories just from looking into them.
"Good girl."
Soon enough, your panties and shirt came off as he balled them in his fists and pressed his nude, toned chest against your breasts, his tongue exploring your mouth to distract you from the pain as he slowly pushed himself inside you, causing you to moan and whimper against his lips.
Your reaction sparked something inside him as he growled in response, holding you closer to him while he began to fasten his pace.
He stands up properly and holds onto your pelvis tightly, the sound of his skin slapping against yours blared in the room and mixed with your uncontrollable moaning.
He slides his thumb down to your clitoris, his eyes watching your face carefully in fascination to see your reaction once he began rubbing it while his cock squeezed in and out against your walls.
You would arch your back in response and groan, trying to hold back tears as he continued to lovingly hit your sensitive spot with extreme force that drove you wild.
He leans down again in joy and holds your head in his hands violently before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you like his life depended on it as he made love to you vigorously.
You feel a hot sensation rise inside of you and widen your eyes, a sudden pressure pushing against you as the orchestral feeling of orgasming began to approach you.
"C-Cioccolata! I'm... I'm so close!" You breathe out against his lips and groan as he slows down just by a little, enough to properly lean his elbows against your bed to have a clear view of you beneath him.
"You're going to cum for me? Let me see. Let me watch your beautiful face. Cum all over my cock, (Y/N). Don't hold anything back."
You gape your mouth open and breath heavily as the feeling in your pit became stronger with each second until you reached your melting point.
Finally, you release all over him and coat his cock with your juice, your scream of pleasure was music to his demonic head.
He slows down until coming to a stop and grins down at you, a spark emitting from his heart at the sight of you almost passed out.
"Ngh.." he furrows his brows, chewing on his bottom lip in fear as you shut your eyes.
"Are you okay, darling?"
Your eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice. A grin glues to your face as you nod hazily, half lidded eyes looking up at him as though he was the love of your life.
The man goes to get up, ready to finish what he came here to do, but you weren't going to let him.
You wrap your arms around his neck and gently pull him down to the bed beside you.
As odd as it seems, the situation was even more peculiar for him as he allowed it to happen.
He did not slap you away like how he planned to do, he did not throw you off and go in search for his camera and weapon to end the night to his desire.
He allowed you to cradle him and snuggle against him as you cupped his cheek, staring into his large and confused eyes with all the love in the world.
"Do you have to go?" You muttered sweetly, furrowing your eyes in disappointment as he frantically moves his green pupils.
The way you pouted almost broke his heart. The man couldn't bring himself to move or act. He didn't know what scared him more, the idea of allowing this to happen or the idea of killing someone he may have a connection with.
"(Y/N). What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" You giggle, your thumb gently caressing his cheek.
"This wasn't supposed to happen. Do you not feel regret or shame?"
His question irked you a little, but you didn't show it. Instead, you sit up straight on the bed.
He soon follows your movement and continues staring at you curiously while you contemplate the events of today.
"No... no, I don't. I'm just really tired now... but I like you a lot, Cioccolata. You're weird, but you're different."
He blinks uncontrollably, his mind trying to process the situation of someone genuinely liking him and ignoring all the red flags he produced.
He gasps in shock as you suddenly wrap your arms around him and press your head to his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his fast-pace heart hammering against his abs.
The man stared straight ahead, his expression soft and almost child-like as he tried to analyse what was going on.
He didn't want to kill you. He found the action against a soul like yours to be impossible, undoable.
He gently wraps his arms around you as well and continues staring at your doorway.
"I'm going to protect you, (Y/N). I'm going to make you mine."