Chapter 3: A Dream Come True
Violet stirred in her sleep. She was dreaming of a voice, calling out to her, crying for her to come to him. This voice rang through her whole being that even in her sleep she raised her hand as if reaching for the one that called for her, reciprocating the need.
In this world of magic, sometimes all it takes is for one need to find its completion in another. Darkness reached as well and through the shimmering image. Slowly, carefully he stepped through into the shadows of the room.
At first he felt free then, like a hook through the gut, he felt himself pulled back into the abyss. Recognizing the pull, he did not hesitate and grabbed up his prize quickly, yet careful not to wake her. Feeling the tugging, he stepped back and felt the veil between his exile and the world reseal itself. All that was left in the room is a dropped blanket and a cold hearth.
When Violet opened her eyes, she wondered if she was still dreaming. This was not her room. Replacing the mahogany fireplace with its figurines of carefully carved stallion busts was one of black stone marbled with blood red veins and figures of devilish imps in iron. It was three times the size of the fireplace in her bedroom and took up the majority of her view. Within was a fire that, though much larger than she was used to, felt strangely colder, as if the heat could not quite escape the flames and reach her.
Sitting up, she looked down at the rug that had cushioned her sleep from the black marble floor. It was blood red and felt thick and silky under her hands. Slowly, she took in the rest of the room. It was quite large, larger than any bedroom she had been in. Its size more resembled the palace throne room and yet there was a bed. It was equally large with banisters like small trees made of black wood and sheer crimson curtains shimmering in the firelight. This stood alone in the center of the room like a strange guest of honor.
To the sides of the fireplace were two very large chairs that Violet could sit with another person of like size comfortably. They too were made of thick black wood and, upon closer inspection, were carved. Violet slowly stood on shaking legs and looked at the chairs closer. The carvings were of entwined bodies, naked and expressionless. Blushing at these, Violet looked back across the room.
Shadows took up most of the room, preventing much inspection, but her keen eyes did see a door parallel the bed. To this she scurried like a small mouse afraid of a hidden cat. Just like everything else in the room, the door was huge with a door handle that took both of her hands to pull on.
Instead of escape, however, the door led only to a bathing chamber complete with toilet that, strangely, was the only thing in both chambers that fit her size. The bath was like a large pond and all was the same dark wood and black marble with sheer crimson drapings hung all about. The bathroom was lit with high sconces of dim firelight.
With a sigh Violet returned again to the main room and sat as near to the fire as she dared. The iron imp closer to her was almost as big as she was. Leaning in she examined its small horns and eerie grin. "If I were dreaming, you would talk to me and tell me a way out of here," she said to it, surprised at how calm she sounded. The imp said nothing back, only continued its same grin.
Sighing again, Violet pulled her knees to her chin and looked at the fire, "Where am I?" she asked herself, trying her best not to be afraid, still determined she was dreaming.
All this time, Darkness watched from the shadows beyond the bed. He could see the resemblance between her and his former captive but only just. This one was softer where Lily had been angled, this one harder of mind where Lily had been soft and ignorant. Yet, her innocence was like nectar and in comparison; Lily's purity was like coal.
He could practically taste Violet's virginity in the air around him and it made his whole body heat like burning embers. His eyes rolled back as he breathed in her scent that bore no man's musk. It was then that he decided he would not make the same mistake twice. With Lily he had chosen a slow seduction and lost, with this younger princess there would be no wine and dine, no presents or entertainment. He would take her now and woo her later when there was time.
Standing to his full height, he removed himself from the shadows and stood at the edge of the crimson rug, peering down at his new captive who had yet to notice him. Grinning, he boomed loudly, "Welcome, beloved, to your new home."
His voice range through the entire room, echoing off the marble and wood, causing Violet to jump and cover her ears in dramatic fashion. For a moment she stayed that way, curled up and cowering, then she lowered her hands and raised her storm-colored eyes to the creature beside her and above her. At first there was shock, then recognition. Her mouth formed his name but no sound came from her rosebud lips.
Darkness looked down at her and was glad to see the recognition in her face. "You know me then, my princess?"
Shaking her head, though her eyes and expression gave her away, Violet backed away from him until she touched the marble hearth. If she went any further she would be inside the fire itself. "Please…" her voice a soft whisper that echoed out into the room, "Don't hurt me."
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he looked her over. Her low neckline had fallen to the side and off her shoulder. It's thin fabric, lit by the fire in back, did little to hide her form from him, and the view was delightful. Large lavender-blue eyes looking up at him in silent plea, soft rosy mouth and reddened cheeks against pale flesh surrounded by long black hair unfettered by any attempt at fashion. Her body was smaller and curvier than her sister's with full breasts teased by the neckline of her chemise, the hem of which rode up to her thighs and hung tight against her rounded hips. He knew he would not be waiting much longer to reach out and see what little that fabric was hiding.
"I did not bring you here to harm you, my lady," he spoke truthfully. If he had wanted something to torture, his powers would have been able to conjure a pitiful creature to crush and break and let out tormented screams. No, he wanted to do much more interesting things to her than torture.
He stepped forward and Violet felt truly trapped. Darkness was larger than she could have ever expected from the dim recollections and dreams she had. He stood at least 9 feet tall and his arm span made it impossible for her to try and escape without being snatched up by him. In the dim light she could see his red flesh, the same color as the embers in the fire. His black horns glinted in the flickering light and looked dangerously sharp at the point. Violet was reminded of tales she had heard of bulls goring men with their horns and the agony those men went through while dying.
Her eyes only left Darkness' face a moment to look at his body – large and muscled, bare and his groin only barely hidden by shadows. From the knee down she saw he was also like a bull and instead of feet he had large hooves as black as his horns.
Darkness watched her take him in and smiled, knowing how intimidating his form was. He took another step forward, looming over her and glad to see how her eyes came back up and widened at the new view of his groin. A blush swept over her and she looked away, leaving him to wonder briefly if she had ever seen a nude man before. It did not matter for soon she would do more than see his member, he would ensure she felt it.
"What do you want with me?" she asked softly, looking at the black marble beneath her. It felt strangely cold for a hearth and she was glad of it as her whole body felt heated from the nearness of the devil before her.
"I ask you the same, my lady." Darkness sounded beseeching though his expression was still leering.
His words confused her, "What do you mean?" Looking up she was startled for he had silently knelt near her and was so close she could see his brilliant green eyes only a foot before her.
"You called to me in the darkness. Your longing reached out to me even here in my exile. I answer your call willingly, princess…" his thoughts began to reach out to hers and he knew her name then. "Ah…Violet."
He knew it was perfect for her, for him. Lily had been like false sweetness but Violet…a dark and delicate flower for him to embrace and keep for his own…if he acted fast, he reminded himself. Reaching out, with a gentleness more startling than his nearness, he touched a tendril of her hair on her bare shoulder. It felt like silk, just as he knew it would.
Violet watched his hand but was too scared to shrink away from him. His hand felt hot against her shoulder. She shook her head at his words, "I…I did not call to you…I do not understand."
"You will," he stated plainly. "Your longing, your desire, your heart called to mine. We are alike in our loneliness and in our eagerness for passion. You cannot deny it," he snapped at her as he saw she was about to protest.
Violet bit her bottom lip and looked down at her hands now on her knees. Some small voice in the back of her mind told her it was true. She had longed for a passion that would show her was romance and desire, lust and love truly were. "But…you are…Darkness. I cannot…" she mean to explain that she did not want him, could not have these things with him, but her words were caught in her throat as she looked up and saw him lean nearer.
Darkness wasted no more time gibbering with this girl. He was constantly reminded that he would not miss another chance at obtaining his bride by trying to woo her first.
His mouth lowered over hers, black lips against soft pink, stifling any response from the princess…his princess.
Author's note: I don't really know how big Darkness is but…for the sake of not tearing Violet apart during coitus I decided to make him larger than the average man but not giant. Hope that's ok with you, my discerning readers.
