For You
Author's Note: I hope you all liked the last chapter. I really want to get into this chapter, so . . . here goes!
DS: go {bleeeeeeeeeep}
Rated R
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Chapter 11
The Dreams That Weren't
My demon, the demon, got up and walked to the door. Velkan stared at him in horror. I was numb.
I wasn't dreaming.
The demon, my demon, smiled at Velkan, unabashed at his own perfect nakedness. I didn't know what to do. My hands floated around me, and I realized that my whole torso was exposed. I forced my hands to bring the light fabric over my aching breasts and over my shoulders, and I raised myself to the bed, where I sat down. My right hand went over my heart, and it was beating wildly and erratically. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt a sob get caught in my throat. My body felt so hot. Like I was feverish. I wished it would stop.
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I walked over to Prince Velkan Valerious, seething at his awful timing. By bewitching my Kallisto, I could've taken her again and again and she would have allowed it.
I almost groaned thinking of how wanton she was, with her hands and lips . . . I got hard all over again, and I cursed the man who was the object of my Kallisto's affection.
"Velkan Valerious," I said, smiling, but Velkan was looking elsewhere. I turned and saw that he was staring at Kallisto in all her glory.
He was staring at Kallisto naked.
My Kallisto. Rage stained my eyes red and I kicked Velkan in the shins, jerking him awake and his attention to me. I smiled without humor.
"You like what you see?" I asked wickedly, and he flushed. I looked back to see that my beautiful Kallisto was covering up her beautiful body, the smooth, thin cloth enveloping the breasts I so longed to caress and kiss. I whipped around and slapped Velkan for the beautiful loving between my Kallisto and I that could've been, then ran to my princess, lifting her chin and staring into her beautiful eyes for a moment, then kissed her violently, unleashing all the passion I felt for her, leaving both my princess and I gasping for breath. Then I turned back to Velkan.
"I will make her mine, Prince Velkan," I said his name mockingly.
"You will not stop me"
And I jumped out the window.
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I watched in silence as Dracula assaulted Kallisto, kissing her with vigor. I saw her eyes close and her hand grab her underclothes. I saw her shiver with ecstasy and heard her moan softly when he pulled away. He turned to me, his eyes filled with black promises.
"I will make her mine, Prince Velkan," and I gritted my teeth at the way he said my name.
"You will not stop me" and he jumped out the window.
"I will try," I called, then ran to the window. I looked out, then shut it and closed the latch. Then I turned to Kallisto, who was shaking on the bed.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with horror, passion, forgiveness, and a black need.
I opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it.
"Prince," she said shakily, clutching her chest. "I had no idea that . . . I thought it was a dream, like all the others . . ." I smiled at her and walked to her, getting on one knee in front of her to be level with her.
"It's all right, Kallisto," I told her, grabbing her hand from her chest before she peeled off her own skin. She held tight to my hand and I heard a strangled noise come out of her throat.
"Are you all right?" I asked her, frowning. She nodded slowly, bringing the hand not clutching mine to her lips, then to her neck, then down, down . . . and my gaze was drawn to her breasts. They were straining against the fabric of her undergarments, the nipples pert and erect. My breath caught in my throat.
I gulped down some air and raised myself up to sit next to her on the bed. Her hands were now tightly clasped in her lap, but I could see that they were trembling. When had I let go of her hand, I wonder?
We sat in silence, but I wished she would talk. She parted her lips, drawing my gaze to their fullness and redness. She licked them, and I almost groaned. She blinked and I was drawn once more to her thick black eyelashes and hazel eyes. I had no excuse for looking at her breasts that ached to be touched. My eyes kept returning to look at them no matter what I told them. Pain echoed in my legs and I bit my lip, wishing I could reach out and touch this girl.
"Kallisto?" I said. I tried to act concerned. She looked at me, and I growled,
"Are you all right?" Her eyes widened at my tone, and she looked down at my chest. I shivered and bit my lip again, harder. She didn't know what she was doing to me.
"No," she said huskily, and I fought back the urge to moan. A squeak came out. She looked at me again. "Yes." I took a deep, shuddering breath.
"No?"
"Yes," she said again.
"Why did you say no?" She looked confused.
"I meant . . ." and she stopped. I raised my eyebrows, and she looked down at the floor. When she looked up at me, it was in a totally different light.
"I'm not okay," she said gutturally, and she licked her lips. I stood up quickly, the creak of the bed covering my soft moan. I turned to look at her again, only to find that she had stood up as well. My mouth opened to comment, but was silenced by the look in her eyes. She stepped closer to me, temptingly close, but I promised that I would be concerned. I closed my mouth, then opened it again when she took a big step closer, and there was only a couple of centimeters in between our bodies. Her hands came up to my shoulders and chest, and I moaned at the need inside of me. My hands were suddenly at her waist, and I closed my eyes.
What was I doing?
"I am aroused," she whispered.
"By the demon?" I growled out. She stared me right in the eye.
"No. By you."
And she kissed me.
Author's Note: I hope you all liked the last chapter. I really want to get into this chapter, so . . . here goes!
DS: go {bleeeeeeeeeep}
Rated R
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Chapter 11
The Dreams That Weren't
My demon, the demon, got up and walked to the door. Velkan stared at him in horror. I was numb.
I wasn't dreaming.
The demon, my demon, smiled at Velkan, unabashed at his own perfect nakedness. I didn't know what to do. My hands floated around me, and I realized that my whole torso was exposed. I forced my hands to bring the light fabric over my aching breasts and over my shoulders, and I raised myself to the bed, where I sat down. My right hand went over my heart, and it was beating wildly and erratically. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt a sob get caught in my throat. My body felt so hot. Like I was feverish. I wished it would stop.
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I walked over to Prince Velkan Valerious, seething at his awful timing. By bewitching my Kallisto, I could've taken her again and again and she would have allowed it.
I almost groaned thinking of how wanton she was, with her hands and lips . . . I got hard all over again, and I cursed the man who was the object of my Kallisto's affection.
"Velkan Valerious," I said, smiling, but Velkan was looking elsewhere. I turned and saw that he was staring at Kallisto in all her glory.
He was staring at Kallisto naked.
My Kallisto. Rage stained my eyes red and I kicked Velkan in the shins, jerking him awake and his attention to me. I smiled without humor.
"You like what you see?" I asked wickedly, and he flushed. I looked back to see that my beautiful Kallisto was covering up her beautiful body, the smooth, thin cloth enveloping the breasts I so longed to caress and kiss. I whipped around and slapped Velkan for the beautiful loving between my Kallisto and I that could've been, then ran to my princess, lifting her chin and staring into her beautiful eyes for a moment, then kissed her violently, unleashing all the passion I felt for her, leaving both my princess and I gasping for breath. Then I turned back to Velkan.
"I will make her mine, Prince Velkan," I said his name mockingly.
"You will not stop me"
And I jumped out the window.
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I watched in silence as Dracula assaulted Kallisto, kissing her with vigor. I saw her eyes close and her hand grab her underclothes. I saw her shiver with ecstasy and heard her moan softly when he pulled away. He turned to me, his eyes filled with black promises.
"I will make her mine, Prince Velkan," and I gritted my teeth at the way he said my name.
"You will not stop me" and he jumped out the window.
"I will try," I called, then ran to the window. I looked out, then shut it and closed the latch. Then I turned to Kallisto, who was shaking on the bed.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with horror, passion, forgiveness, and a black need.
I opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it.
"Prince," she said shakily, clutching her chest. "I had no idea that . . . I thought it was a dream, like all the others . . ." I smiled at her and walked to her, getting on one knee in front of her to be level with her.
"It's all right, Kallisto," I told her, grabbing her hand from her chest before she peeled off her own skin. She held tight to my hand and I heard a strangled noise come out of her throat.
"Are you all right?" I asked her, frowning. She nodded slowly, bringing the hand not clutching mine to her lips, then to her neck, then down, down . . . and my gaze was drawn to her breasts. They were straining against the fabric of her undergarments, the nipples pert and erect. My breath caught in my throat.
I gulped down some air and raised myself up to sit next to her on the bed. Her hands were now tightly clasped in her lap, but I could see that they were trembling. When had I let go of her hand, I wonder?
We sat in silence, but I wished she would talk. She parted her lips, drawing my gaze to their fullness and redness. She licked them, and I almost groaned. She blinked and I was drawn once more to her thick black eyelashes and hazel eyes. I had no excuse for looking at her breasts that ached to be touched. My eyes kept returning to look at them no matter what I told them. Pain echoed in my legs and I bit my lip, wishing I could reach out and touch this girl.
"Kallisto?" I said. I tried to act concerned. She looked at me, and I growled,
"Are you all right?" Her eyes widened at my tone, and she looked down at my chest. I shivered and bit my lip again, harder. She didn't know what she was doing to me.
"No," she said huskily, and I fought back the urge to moan. A squeak came out. She looked at me again. "Yes." I took a deep, shuddering breath.
"No?"
"Yes," she said again.
"Why did you say no?" She looked confused.
"I meant . . ." and she stopped. I raised my eyebrows, and she looked down at the floor. When she looked up at me, it was in a totally different light.
"I'm not okay," she said gutturally, and she licked her lips. I stood up quickly, the creak of the bed covering my soft moan. I turned to look at her again, only to find that she had stood up as well. My mouth opened to comment, but was silenced by the look in her eyes. She stepped closer to me, temptingly close, but I promised that I would be concerned. I closed my mouth, then opened it again when she took a big step closer, and there was only a couple of centimeters in between our bodies. Her hands came up to my shoulders and chest, and I moaned at the need inside of me. My hands were suddenly at her waist, and I closed my eyes.
What was I doing?
"I am aroused," she whispered.
"By the demon?" I growled out. She stared me right in the eye.
"No. By you."
And she kissed me.