Is this how it feels like to be the Prey?
Trapped. Bounded. Naked. Waiting for the next move of the Predator. The anticipation of the unpredictable at the mercy of the beholder.
Mercy?- I internally scoffed at the thought. An imaginable word that has no place in my dictionary but now... Fuck!
He's faster. No normal person... fuck even Ares can't keep up with my move but he- Disarmed me. Made me a wallflower in minutes. As if knows me inside and out.
Fear rolled down in my spine in waves. Should I be excited as well?
Oh... I know, I am a bad bitch but now a slut... What a great thing to add onto my list. Perfecto.
Complexity ridded through my nerves, what an actual fucking fuck is happening to me? It feels normal to be naked infront of him. No shame. Not an ounce of revolting feeling or humiliation. Is this like normal? Or maybe, I think I am twisted.
No human emotions left. Checked.
Moreover, how even in the name of God he breached into my tightly knitted security in Elysium. Not even a single tiny bug could enter this god damn mansion without my permission. Okay that's exaggerating but you know what, it is understandable. Nothing. Anything, can't enter or leave this fucking fortress without my permission. Nothing. I mean it. But...
How did this arsehole infiltrate then? Not even triggering the alarm or my men?
Cold dread and perspiration set onto me. Something is definitely not right. Everything isn't right!.
Heart thumping at the speed of a bullet train... Thud... Thud... Thud...
Dark. Soulless Night. An ominous feeling crept onto me like frostbite. Those flaming candles couldn't be able to provide the heat that I was yearning for but he did. His rigid sinful body did the deeds of igniting fresh heat into my ice cold body.
Ironical thoughts but both spine-chilling and arousing. Bitch. We can lick up to his arse later. Focus.
I may be the heir to the throne but, loneliness consumes me as I look into these cold frosty walls of the Palace like Mansion, a taunt to my heart of the future burden I will solely carry on myself. Me and only me.
No partners. No lovers. Just a man to help me to reproduce for continuing the line for the throne and adopt potential worthy heirs, finalizing their fate is either to survive the games, the cunningness, the brutality of these mafia standards or die a gruesome death along the way.
Can't feel one drop of remorse grazing on my platter.
Rule 3 : Feeling gets you killed one or the other way
I am saying this in the expense of experience because I have played the fucked up game and finally I am going to end it. Only one remaining on my way to the throne. Just one.
On a thought- Did she send him? Was this her idea?
If the bitch wants to kill me. Impossible. She should face me head on like a true heir, not some wallflower sending me assassins to have my head but I doubt the intention of the man in front of me...
Did he really came for the kill or something else?
A quick fuck then kill... Slow kill while fucking... Tons of options. Ways. Methods.
But I can't die yet. Not yet.
When all this is over, I am going to sit on the damn throne and rule until Hell invites me because Heaven is never in my fate's equation.
But... Never knew it would come this sooner... Is this my pass gate one way ticket?
Naked glory in front of an unknown man. How the fuck I got trapped like a prey because I can never be one...
Bloody fantastic. Now you understand the god damn situation.
Immediate panic. Mayday. A fucking. Mayday. Shit! Shit! Shit! No, I can't be one right? This is all a dream... Yeah fucking dream or fantasy of my dark twisted sense that's formulating in my brain right? I am going to sleep and when I get up, it will only be me and my bed but a part of me says otherwise. Which I'm going to avoid it. Yes, that's the plan... Now onto the dream delusion,
Seeing this asshole in front of me makes my heart. A stupid organ. Beating for attracting him towards me. Well what can I say my heart yearns for drama with popcorns with nice vibes sparking the atmosphere. But WHY THE HELL IS IT ME???
And you know what, for the first time in my life my logical brain shuts down with a plaster of note with big fat letters mocking me that I am going to get devoured, ravished, and punished by this hell dog. Eager motherfucker. Truth can't be denied otherwise... I am pretty much sure the Gods, Angles, and Archangels, what-so-ever creatures of heaven might have gotten their first class seat for watching this show. Why not? When hell is in chaos the heaven rejoices as its party-worth subscription movie marathon.
These scented candles. Internal sigh. Do nothing more than enticing his presence, the electrifying tension, and furthermore capsulating my horny bitching hormones.
Way to go deeper in hell. Indeed. No redemption. No salvation. Even holy water would be turned into a dirty shit after my dip because I carry the blood and lives of many fuckers I have annihilated throughout my thirty-fucking-year of live span. Do I feel bad? Fuck no! Just Valeska is left in my path to success. I will get her sooner or later. Everyone has greed either money, fame, or at least on momentary things. After all, we are humans.
Still... Hints of vulnerability and helplessness. God, no. Oh She Devil, I feel like a pussy now. Waves of emergency alerts hits my brain to open up and do something up for pete sake. Seriously on a note- why are these walls soundproof! Who in the damn mind would create this fantastic idea of having soundproof walls!!! Literally, what if someone gets bloody murdered or even needs help?! Was the logic of thinking just concentrated on pleasure?!! Shittic ancestors' arseholes.
I created my own hellhole... On top of every god damn room or the wing in the Mansion why did I choose the wing which is isolated! Fucking bad decisions. I should pat and clap for myself.
When I take the first steps to the premises of hell. We are talking about my making with the She-Devil.
An annoying voice of the so-called sensible side of mine, the truth dripping motherfucker- Grim reaper, those words from my brain ridiculed me. Now you work. Right. Bloody fantastic.
Not a very great start or projection of the history until now in this erotic dark night- I tried. You know I did try like a pussy- screaming, thrashing, and being violent which has ultimately brought me to be cuffed with my own clothes... so much energy wasted and nothing more could be done.
Humiliated. Checked.
Shamed. Checked.
Only two options left- either enjoy what he does to me or pretend I never enjoyed this...
Twisted bitch I am. Checked.
The dog in front of me wasn't that bad looking though. Although the light was dim, I have a 20/20 vision at night seeing the objects. From the way he moved and strangled my hip till now, making me guess he should be more than 6 ft almost 6 '5 or 6' 6.
Not bad. I have boners for men taller than 6'3.
Clean trimmed beard with half full lips, grey eyes, neat sharp nose, carved eyebrows medium yet thick, sophisticating his facial features. His jaws are tense, ticking and threatening while those wicked tongue of his moisturising the lower lip. Urging me to do the same. Tune it down bitch!. Concentrating... Yup. Definitely.
His onyx hair, widely untamed and rammed through it several times with those strong, long, hardened, and perfectly manicured fingers. Wish. No. I am carving for those sinful and delicate things glides over my lips arousing my inner slut to dance on the tune to his rhythm.
Fuck. Shit. Now I am truly questioning my making.
Those eyes of thunder storming grey nearly turned white like those of the Devil to claim its bride. To salivate his thirst, the lust intertwined with twisted desires. Just for him to take and own and brand it as his. Only a rim of the hellfire remains around depths of the sinister darkness in those feral looking eyes, not like the blazing red but icy blue flecks pooling with the grey making it immortal bane. Nothing could extinguish it. Nothing.
What in the world I have gotten myself into? He is no dog. For God's sake! He isn't even the guardian dog of Hell.
More. He's more. Shadows obey him as if he's the master. Including mine. Bad. This is bad.
Well it is a dream... I will give a fucking ten to my brains thoughtfullness of creating a beautiful specimen in front of me. Hot, fuckable, and edible. His voice was deep laced with whiskey and deep. Bitter at first then again in a rotation as if tingles fire up from up to down in my body.
Never knew my brain had this much talent in producing one.
Hundred out of ten. I will surely give that.
What if- it wasn't a dream at all? A part of my brain; the logical one poured a bucket of ice on top of my head.
Should I consider it?
Nah. Not possible. The Elysium is highly protective and hard to infiltrate. Do you think so?
Weren't you peaceful behind the door of the mocking label then shut the fuck up and stop corrupting my cells.
I want to enjoy it, relish this feeling of being ravished by this other worldly person solely belonging to my imagination... as long as this dream comes to an end.
I need answers to my imagination. Is it one of the lost memories of my dark blank canvas that I am breathing and believing it?
"Ah..." Every lingering, sane thought wiped out in a second. That stroke of his wicked tongue came in contact with my heat, and my slut of the pussy dripping for him all the way from the start. The only dignity I left is to submit to him but you know what- fuck it.
I like it.
No. Wrong. I love his wicked tongue worshiping me, stroking, licking, sucking, and thrusting into my pussy. Vigorously. Starved for days, no months or even years. Same goes for me as I don't remember the last time I had sex or intimacy with. A blank canvas that needed to be painted.
He's painting it with hard, permanent, heated, and rhythmic strokes. I want more. I am becoming greedy. Slut indeed.
I grind my hips against his but he pinned me down with force stopping me to act on my horny self. I whined. Totally busted. Wrecked. Ruined.
His melancholy chuckled vibrated through my pussy as dread settled down. Something is wrong.
"My beautiful, personal slut. My Queen. My little fox. Meri Jaan."
Tremors of fire vibrating my neurons as I saw him licking my arousal clean off his mouth which is almost making me come. Note- Almost. Not yet.
He moved closer to my face than to my throbbing, attention seeking pussy down there leaving hot and bothered. Throbbing, in fact. Come on man, finish it. Later we can have romance.
His calloused fingers trailed onto my naked skin, blazing it further hot and needier. Oh fuck he's teasing me.
My nipples were turning peakier by the seconds... At this I know that I am totally fucked up with black- mine and blue- his as intermixing with one and another making a deadly combination yet suttle.
I am at his mercy and a creation of his withering mess under him. Whether it be a dream or not.
My lips parted according to his stringful dance of his fingers. Gentle yet seductive.
"Don;t you want more babygirl?" He pinched my clit.
Note again- Almost. Nearly. Aboutly. At the very tip of my tongue, the words were stranded with a simple yes.
I shivered feeling a different sensation. An obsession for this dream to say longer. Permanently craving its place into mine. A twisted sense of ferocity; wild and untamed. A need for him to be only mine. Resided within me.
Now, I could see how- Tarturus looked in Greek Mythology. Wicked. Cunning. Manipulative. Sinister. Lustful. Greed. Envy. Pride. All the seven sins into one fucking man in front of me.
A part of Kronos.
A part of Hades.
He was Lucifer- The Devil.
Rumblings of disappointment and yearning? A menacing chuckle reverberated, making my neurons frost in ice against the blazing fire.
Roughly, he pinched my mouth wider as he spat my arousal into my mouth. "Show me how much of a good girl you are, my Queen."
I froze looking at the evil that has to be exorcised.
"Swallow it or I will make it. Choose one wisely because if you be a good girl I might reward you by making you cum or punishing you, Jaan"
You know the end result. Of course my bitchy mind took over and swallowed it as if it was my personal holy water.
"Good Girl. Yet you don't deserve to be rewarded. Now sleep, little fox"
"NO!!!!"