Chapter 4: Past Not Repeated
Warning! This story is rated M for Mature and this chapter is one of the many reasons why. Contains explicit sex, be warned.
Author's Note: Thank you Lady Augustin for your kind reviews ^_^ I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the last three. Also, after reviewing I realize that the chapters aren't uploading as cleanly as I had hoped and there isn't much of a break up between paragraphs. I went back and fixed this as best as my word processor know-how allowed.
Also, I heartily commission any artist to create the scene described here ^_^
Violet gasped against his mouth – her first kiss stolen by cold blackness. He was warm, searing her lips, his hand on her shoulder smoldering. Darkness deepened the kiss at her gasp, sliding his long, pointed tongue within her warm, soft lips. At first she continued to fight but didn't quite dare to bite down on the invading muscle.
His talons delicately grazed her shoulder and back, tugging down the neckline of her chemise until it barely lingered over the tops of her breasts. At this Violet withdrew, yanking her head back from his and barely missing falling against the impish fire statuette. Her mouth felt bruised and her body heated in a way that was fearfully pleasant.
Darkness did not remove himself from above her but leered over her now scantily clad figure. "My Violet," his voice rumbled. He leaned forward, his form emblazoned by the flames behind his beloved, a demon in the dark. She stared up at him in trepidation and a spark of wonderment. It was this spark that Darkness hoped to feed upon as he slowly tugged at her chemise.
It only took a couple of tugs and the thin under-gown was pulled away, revealing full breasts and soft belly, pink with blush. In her modesty, Violet raised her arms and covered herself as best she could but could not turn her eyes away from his. Her mouth worked around the words she tried to say but still no sound came. Another tug and the chemise was gone, discarded to a corner beyond the range of firelight.
Darkness was pleased by what he saw. The fullness of her curves hidden only by her limbs and a curtain of black hair enticed him. In one swift motion he slid one hand behind her neck and shoulders, another wrapped around her right ankle and pulled her leg towards him, revealing her form as he kissed her again, forcefully.
There was nowhere to back up, his hand kept Violet from pulling away. Her hands shot up against his collarbone but it was like pressing against stone; his strength was evident against her pitiful attempts to push him away. His tongue forced her lips apart, flicking over teeth and tongue, tasting her. He nibbled her lips, careful not to break skin as his fangs scratched and bruised.
His hands wandered and tugged until Violet lay back on the crimson rug, a picture of milky pale beauty against blood red. Darkness grazed a talon over her breast, pert nipple hardening at the attention. The black nail went down over soft belly that trembled with Violet's heavy breathing, down against her pelvic bone, towards her sex.
He could smell her arousal even as she closed her eyes tight and turned away from him in denial of it. It was a clean scent free of any previous male's musk and it aroused him more than any scene of obscenity and feral carnage he had previously seen. Leaning down he pressed his face against her pelvis and breathed in deep that erotic scent and felt her buck at the sudden contact. He smiled as he pressed his lips to her mound. His tongue slipped into her folds to find a growing heat and wetness within.
Violet gasped and mewled, her hands reached out to grasp the long black horns that loomed above her. They were slick and firm to the touch like polished stone. All thoughts of escape were banished from her mind as his tongue explored that region which had previously only known the few simple pleasures she had given herself in the darkness of her lonely nights.
Darkness groaned, a sound that reverberated through Violet's body and elicited a whimper. His tongue delved deeper, deeper than Violet could imagine a tongue to reach. He tasted her, that muscle expanding and curling against her wet walls.
Feeling his tongue move inside her caused Violet to squirm and tremble in response. Soon her legs were splayed, bare feet pressing against his shoulders, anchoring herself as her hands pulled herself up by his horns, arching her body against his mouth. Her previous mewls and gasps were now moans and cries of ecstasy as she approached orgasm.
Darkness rested his hands on her hips, pulling her against his mouth as he kept her from bucking. He opened his eyes to watch her heaving chest, her face a flush of ecstasy and confusion, her white knuckles against his horns. His teeth grazed her clitoris as he jutted his tongue deeper. He groaned again as the tip of his tongue touched that thin and delicate barrier – proof of her purity.
Strangely, the feel of her virginity did not excite him like it should. Instead, he felt a strange need to pull back, to wait. He could hear the whispering of the beings that resided in his exile with him – they were waiting for the completion, waiting to greet their new Queen.
Part of him knew that he should continue, take her, make her one with him and yet, the other part knew taking her now, breaking her beneath him, would only leave a puppet-Queen, one that would never quite be his entirely.
He made the decision as she called out to him, her orgasm shaking her body, "Darkness!" He lapped at her folds, feeling the aftermath of her orgasm against his lips, before pulling away.
She lay beneath him, breathing hard and eyes closed – exhausted by her first sexual experience. Darkness wondered if she wouldn't simply pass out if he did decide to take her. Instead, he caressed her sides, cupped her soft breasts, kissed her neck.
"My lady," he whispered, his voice rumbling. She turned towards him but couldn't seem to open her eyes. He smiled and kissed her lips again. "Rest now." He stood and lifted her easily, like a rag doll. With gentleness that couldn't have been guessed would come from a creature such as he, he laid her on the bed, wrapped her in layers of red silk, and drew the curtains.
Turning towards the fire, he saw the imps peering up at him curiously. "It can wait," he said with a smile. He would enjoy the wicked torment of wooing his new bride. After all, he had an eternity of exile to win her heart.