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Chapter 15 - Unforgettable love

"No! Stay away!" Babel yelled in panic as she nergvously backtracked.

Sadly under the pressure of Canaans soul origin she was barely able to move, and what was even scarier.

A part of her didn't want to..

"Kyaaaahh" Babel screamed I'm fear as Canaan suddenly rushed towards her like a deranged beast.

In the dark chamber, Canaan's eyes gleamed with an insatiable hunger as he pinned Babel to the cold stone floor. His breath was hot against her neck, his touch unyielding as he began to explore her body with a fervor that sent shivers down her spine.

Despite the horror and anger coursing through her, her own body stacked up a willful disobedience as she prepared to fight him off. Babel was shocked to find that a part of her felt nore satisfaction with his touch than it did terror.

With each caress, she felt her resolve to fight crumbling and the wetness between he legs increase. Her vision blurred, yet somehow his silhouette was still incredibly clear to her, slowly her resistance was curbed as her soul succumbed to his.

Canaan's hand roughly grasped her breast, and a shocked gasp that combined a moan of pain and an unexpected rush of pleasure escaped her lips. Her body arched involuntarily, betraying her as the agony of his grip melded with a sexual thrill that surged through her.

The feeling was a confusing torrent of sensations, a twisted blend of pain, humiliation, and an unwelcome arousal.

A red cloud blossomed on her neck and cheeks, indictive of the the strenge mixture of shame and desire she felt, her eyes squeezed shut in a failing attempt to maintain the last shreds of her dignity.

Yet even as she silently screamed for it to stop, she was acutely aware of the wetness that kept blossoming between her legs.

Ignoring her protests, Canaan's fingers delved into the warm, slick folds of Babel's pussy, his own breathing ragged as he the lustful fire within him burned more fiercely.

She clenched her fists, nails digging into the palms of her hands, as she attempted to push him away, whispering through gritted teeth, "Stop, or I'll kill you!"

Sadly her body continued to betray her, responding to his touch with an irresistible need that she could not suppress. Her eyes remained locked on his, while a segment of her truly hated what was going on, another burned with a fierce need.

Still, there was indeed great hatred in her gaze, but it did nothing to deter the current lust controled Canaan. His fingers moved with increasing urgency, each stroke more deliberate than the last.

Heides struggles continued to grow weaker, the screams of defiance slowly morphing into whimpers of pleasure. Her body began to tremble beneath him, and she knew that she was losing the battle.

As she felt herself being swept away by the dark tide of desire that seemed to consume them both, her hips began to move with his hand, almost of their own accord, as the pleasure grew too intense to resist.

With a final, desperate moan, Babel's body bucked against Canaan's hand as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her muscles tightened around his fingers, and she bit her lip to stifle the cry that threatened to escape.

The intensity of her climax was a shock, a fiery conflagration that seemed to burn away her will to resist. Her eyes filled with tears of frustration and despair as she realized she had succumbed to Canaaan.

As the tremors of her orgasm subsided, Babel lay there, panting and spent, her eyes glazed with a mix of rage and submission.

As canaan stared at her perfect body, which glistened with a slight sheen of sweat he found that he could no longer hold himself back any longer.

With a feral growl, Canaan ripped away the remnants of Babel's clothing, exposing her soft, quivering flesh to the cool air of the chamber. The fabric shredded under his desperate hands, revealing her nakedness to his hungry gaze. He wasted no time in removing his own garments, his cock standing proud and throbbing with need.

Flipping her onto her stomach, he placed his knees between hers, spreading her legs further apart. He felt the heat of her against him, her wetness coating his shaft as he aligned himself with her entrance.

Babel's whimpers grew louder as she felt the pressure building, her body tensing in anticipation and fear.

"Stop...please stop" She begged to no avail.

Canaan could no longer hear her and despite her protests, she could not help but push back slightly, the betrayal of her own desires fueling the fire of her anger.

Canaan took this as an invitation, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed into her. The feeling of her tightness enveloping him was almost too much to bear, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from plunging in all at once.

Inch by inch, he claimed her, her body adjusting to his intrusion with a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to echo the tumultuous emotions raging within her. She felt the full weight of his body pressing her into the stone, his muscles flexing as he held himself above her, his grip on her hips firm and unyielding.

Babel's fists clenched the fabric of her torn dress, her nails digging into the material as she held on, her body writhing beneath his, a silent testament to the war that raged within her.

The room was filled with the harsh sounds of their bodies colliding, punctuated by Babel's muffled cries and Canaan's grunts of exertion. His rhythm grew more erratic as he felt her walls tighten around him, her body begging for release despite her fierce resistance. With every thrust, Babel felt the tension within her coil tighter, the pleasure building like a storm waiting to break. She clenched her teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan, her eyes squeezed shut as she waged an internal war against the allure of Canaan's soul origin.

But as Canaan's hands found their way to her luscious buttocks, rubbing it mercilessly in time with his strokes, she could no longer hold back. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her body spasming as she climaxed with a scream that was part anger, part pleasure.

The sound seemed to push Canaan over the edge as well, and with a final, primal roar, he emptied himself inside her, his hot seed filling her to the brim. The two of them lay there, panting and trembling.

For a brief moment, the only sound in the chamber was the echo of their shared release, a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions that churned beneath the surface.

After the passage of a few moments, the frantic light in Canaan's eyes settled down somewhat and a modicum of rationality settled back within his eyes.

A pang of deep shame and regret latched onto him as he finally understood what he had done.

Feeling the constant trembling of the figure within his arms, his heart surged with tender emotions.

He didn't care that she had infected his soil with a slave mark, that was all completely irrelevant now and in the past.

As Canaan's weight settled on her, his chest heaving against her back, he leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear. "Babel," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"I know you only have only disdain and hatred for me....but...but... I want you to know....that...You were the only reason I could endure Heide's torments. Whenever I closed my eyes, it was your face that I saw, your voice that lulled me to sleep. Without you, I would have gone mad, or worse, succumbed to the pain and given up on my wretched life."

His grip on her hips loosened, his hands sliding up to her waist, holding her in a gentle embrace. "During my time on this world I met my best friend and...Talia who is very good to me." he said, his voice strained.

"Here I've been at my happiest but also my most desolate, because i would actually find myself missing the days when I was at Heide's mercy, for even when she beat me into a living corpse, at least you would have sung my broken body to sleep." His words pierced through the fog of anger and lust that clouded Babel's mind, striking a chord deep within her.

Despite the rage that still burned in her heart, she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her at his confession. The tremors of her second orgasm slowly subsided, leaving her feeling vulnerable and conflicted.

Canaan's words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the complex web of emotions that had been woven around them. For a moment, she allowed herself to lean into him, to feel the warmth of his body and the sincerity of his confession. But the rage and fear soon resurfaced, and she pushed him away, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Get off me," she whispered coldly, her voice trembling. "I'm still Heide's. And should I ever have the chance. I....will....kill...you!"

Canaan felt the tension in Babel's body as she pushed against him, her words had cut him deeply but instead of anger, what he felt was a bone crushing sorrow and a deep desperation.

He took advantage of her momentary weakness, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. She struggled, her hands pushing against his chest, but as he deepened the kiss, she felt the raw love and need behind it, something she had never felt before.

Her resolve wavered, and she found herself kissing him back, their tongues tangling in a dance that was as much about power as it was about passion. He pulled back, staring deeply into her eyes, and said, "I won't take no for an answer, for i will never let you go."

Without waiting for a response, he began to penetrate her again, his movements slower and more deliberate this time. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her still-sensitive clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Despite her fear and the guilt weighing on her heart, she couldn't help but arch into him as he filled her completely. Canaan's voice was a harsh whisper in her ear, "You will be with me forever. You don't have a choice."

And as he claimed her once more, she realized that she didn't want one. Her body responded to his touch with a fiery passion that she had never felt before, and she found herself climaxing again and again, each orgasm more intense than the last. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she couldn't help but moan into the silence of the chamber, her body shuddering with each wave that crashed over her.

Despite her fear and guilt, she was falling under his spell, the imprint of his love and lust leaving an indelible mark on her soul. And as she lay there, her body wracked with pleasure and her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, she knew that she would never be the same again.

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Babel's eyes fluttered open, the heavy weight of Canaan's arm draped over her side, a reminder of the night's events. The chamber was still shrouded in a stale darkness, however the air felt different, charged with the ambiguous remnants of their passionate night.

She could feel his steady breathing against her neck and the warmth of his bod. As her hand moved to gently trace the contours of his face, she found herself inexplicably drawn to him, as if an invisible thread connected her soul to his.

The attraction of their souls had woven them together in a deep web of emotion, and she couldn't ignore the tenderness that had bloomed within her chest. Despite the turmoil of emotions, she felt an undeniable pull towards Canaan now, and a fierce protectiveness that had suddebly blossomed in her heart.

"He was her man now."

The thought of his suffering at Heide's hands brought a sharp pain to her heart, a pain that was not entirely her own. Her breath caught in her throat as she recalled the cruelty she and her sisters had inflicted upon him, and she felt her eyes well with tears.

The guilt and pity swelled within her, choking her until she could hardly breathe. Yet even as her heart ached for the man who had taken her against her will, she knew that she could never truly hate him. For in the throes of passion, she had found a spark of something that felt suspiciously like affection. And with a trembling hand, she brushed the tears from her cheeks...

Just as she was about to rise, a hand caught her wrist.

Canaan hand a woken to the soft warmth of Babel's body pressed against his, however he had been alarmed to find her gasping in a heartbreaking despair.

While taking a moment to study her, he could sense conflict that raged within her, the guilt that she felt towards him. He gently pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and whispering, "The past is just that—the past. What matters is now, this moment. You can make it all up to me in the future." Canaan said softly, wanton affection glowing within his words.

Babel suddenly felt the deepest, softest and most vulnerable part of her heart being touched.