Author's note: Thanks for all the reviews, and just to warn you this chapter contains a nude Christine, and a very lustful Erik. I think you can guess the rest…
Be My Living Bride - Part the Second
Erik's POV
I am standing in my bedroom, waiting, wondering as to which option Christine will choose. It will be yes, I am sure of it. She will, even if it is only because of her love for that son-of-a-bitch; she will say 'yes'.
I will be fair with her and remain true to my word. One night, and then all three of them will go. I will not betray her… despite the fact that she has betrayed me so very much.
Three minutes have passed since I left her, sobbing like a wretch. Two more minutes, then she will be mine. I'm sure of it. However, I am unsure as to where we might conduct our 'full terms of agreement'. There will not be enough room in my coffin, and it seems too perverse, even for me, to have intercourse in my mother's bed. The sofa? The floor?
Only one minute is left now, and I can hear that Christine's crying has stopped. I am undeniably pleased by this, I do not want some mass of tears beneath me all night…
Thirty seconds now, my heart is pumping, my desire is growing inside my trousers. I am smiling to myself, finally I will no longer have to soften the bloody thing with my own deathly hand.
Five minutes has passed and there is silence. 'What if she has killed herself?' I am wondering. I can now hear footsteps coming towards my door. She is coming to me, to give herself to me. I walk backwards and smile. The doorknob is turning, and the door itself is opening. A foot in placed on the floor. She is here. She is walking in, her head is facing the floor. I can not have this. I have decided to speak.
"Look at me, and shut the door." I bark, hearing the hoarseness in my voice, brought on by my lust.
She is doing as she is told, and I am beckoning her towards me. She is coming. She is so very close to me. I wrap my hands around her waist, and allow my fingers to lightly stroke her bottom. She is turning her head away fro me, but I turn it back.
"You are my wife now Christine, you are mine and must do as I say. Or I will take your answer to be 'no', clear?" I am saying.
She is nodding, and I bring down my head to her shoulder and run my tongue along her collarbone and relish the sensation. My lips are running over her shoulders, sucking on her skin and flicking it with my tongue. Whilst I am doing this, I pick up one of her hands and place it on my erection.
"Pleasure me, as you pleasured him." I whisper in her ear.
She is an obedient child, and now I am moaning in ecstasy as she caresses me.
My hands are roaming around the back of her dress and ripping it right down the middle. I am now pulling it to the floor, as Christine slightly squeezes my manhood.
I am lowering my lips to the top of her breasts, licking them and nuzzling them lightly with my teeth. My hands are beginning to undo the ties of her corset. I am fumbling around with them to no avail, my patience has run out and I am pulling them out, and yanking the corset to the floor. I take a small step backward to admire her breasts. They aren't particularly large, nor are they exceptionally beautiful, but they are still mine to enjoy.
Christine's POV:
I am standing here, like a whore pleasuring a man whom she despises. His disgusting desire is thankfully cloaked with the heavy cotton of his trousers, but I am still forced to touch it, to feel it, to caress it and squeeze it. He has removed my dress in a most savage manner, and now my corset is gone too. I am standing here before him, allowing him to gape at my breasts, his erection hardening again in my hand.
Suddenly he is grabbing my breasts in his hands, he is lifting them up and down, in fascination. He is jiggling them about, watching how they move and bounce in his hands. This doesn't hurt me, but it gives me so very much discomfort, not least because he is now toying with nipples, running them through his fingers and tugging them slightly as he does so.
I have removed my hand from Erik's erection in the hope that he won't notice, but he grabs it back and thrusts it against his groin. He lowers his mouth to my ear and he begins to whisper into it. "Really now my little love, as my wife your first duty should be to make your husband happy, and I would so hate to have our marriage annulled before we have even consummated it."
He now, keeping one hand firmly on my breast, places the other on my exposed garter, which is holding up my stockings and supporting my underwear. His hand is rubbing my thigh in quick circles, causing the unwanted dampness in my vagina to increase.
I though now occurs to me, Erik is incredibly easy to fool. He pretends to be wise and ahead of your every move, but he is incredibly emotionally insecure, and this is something I will take advantage of. I have convinced him that I love him before, why can I not do it now? He is to rape me anyway, why not make it appear consensual? Yes, I will fool him, but I must be clever about it.
Erik's POV:
My fingers are massaging Christine's leg in an attempt to arouse her, after all I wife that I can not enjoy is of no use to me. With my left hand continuing to feel her chest, I am moving my right further up her leg to the fabric of her pale pink knickers. I allow my forefinger to gently stroke the flesh beneath them, and as I do so Christine releases a moan of pleasure. At last she is succumbing to me.
"Do you like that my dear?" I whisper in her ear as I continue to softly rub her covered flesh with my finger.
She is moaning again and replying to me. "Oh yes- yes - oh Erik - oh my." She sighs between gasps.
Her grasp is tightening around my erection, and I remove her hand. I do not want there to be nothing left before I have even begun! Her lips are on my neck now, my fingers on my jacket, my waistcoat, my cravat, my shirt and finally; my bare chest. My fingers explore my expose skin, her fingers toy with my nipples as I did with hers. I am moaning in ecstasy.
She is agreeing with my proposal, not in words but in actions! With every kiss on my chest she is consenting to be my wife. With every moan upon my touch, she is begging me to take her. I will not deny her, but I will make her wait. Punishment for betraying me to that boy…
Christine's POV:
It appears that all my acting lessons have paid off, for Erik certainly seems fooled by me, even I am confused to whether I am acting or not. I feel disgusted with myself as I fake a gasp as Erik slowly removes my stockings. How have I reduced myself to this? A harlot, convincing a man that he brings her pleasure. I feel shame burning inside me as I kiss his bare chest, tinged a terrible yellow, but at least my hands are free to roam Erik's back rather than masturbate him.
I am beginning to notice that Erik is slowing his movements, his rubs and tugs becoming calmer and softer. From that little taste which I have had of sex I know that this shouldn't be happening. I must try to quicken his pace, the sooner this is over, the sooner I will be safely back in my dressing room with Raoul.
I move my hands to the sides of Erik's legs, intent on making his blood race faster. I tightly squeeze his thin thighs beneath his trousers, lower my mouth to his torso, and begin running my tongue over his barely existent stomach.
"Don't stop Erik," I moan into his gut, using the most aroused voice I can muster.
"Please, don't stop." I beg, and he finally allows himself to 'enjoy me' once more.
Suddenly, I am being hoisted off the ground and into Erik's arms, only this time his embrace is hot and lustful rather than detached and angry. My body is facing his and my legs are wrapped around his waist as he carries me out of his bedroom. I nearly cry out in shock as he places me against one of the walls in his corridor, and rubs his groin against mine. But thankfully I remember my plan.
Erik's POV:
I could take it no longer, Christine is against a wall, down to her final item of clothing, moaning as I rub against her. I know that I intended to make her wait, to torture her; but she begged me to make love to her. Begged me.
She is raising her head and running her tongue down the side of my death's head. She is whispering in my ear, as her hands squeeze my buttocks.
"Take me Erik…. Take me…." she utters
"Here?" I ask quizzically as I silently curse myself for caring.
"Lying down Erik… I want you to see me, me to see you… I can see nothing of you like this."
There is something in her voice that makes me unable to contain myself, and forgetting all my previous thoughts I carry my bride into the other bedroom, release her and lie down on my mother's bed.
I lie down and am propping my neck and head with pillows. Christine is standing before me, those wretched underpants are her last remaining item of clothing.
"Remove them," I command, as I struggle to stop myself from pouncing upon her. Her hands move to the fabric, and as she seductively licks her lips, she begins obey my order. My heart is pumping and I know that soon she will be mine.
Christine's POV:
I am slowly removing my last remaining barrier between this monster and myself. I am trying to avoid looking at his facial expression, as I do so, and finally I am standing naked before him. I want to run, to escape, to find Raoul. Raoul! Oh how I want you to come and save me, but I know that you can't. That I have to save you first.
That is what I am doing Raoul, saving you. Saving you as I tell Erik that I love him. Saving you as I lie on top of him and kiss his deformed lips. Saving you as I allow him to run his tongue over my mouth, my chest, my everywhere. Saving you my dear. That I what we must both believe.
Admit a jostle of kisses, touches, moans and sweet nothings I have found myself lying beneath Erik, passionately licking his neck as I remove his trousers to reveal his erection, which is now lying, hot and hard against my stomach. The terrible monster who is poised above me is pulling my legs apart, and he quickly puts one of his fingers inside me, and removes it to see how aroused I am.
"I am ready for you Erik! Take me as your bride! Make me yours!" I yell in a marvellously fake tone of desire.
I am grabbing onto the monster's shoulders, and I can feel his erection jump against my inner thigh. Thrust! Thump! Moan! He is inside me, moving faster and faster, up and down. His hips grind against my own, as I hold back the tears that are welling in my eyes. Silently I begin to pray to God that I will give him the satisfaction he wants, and this nightmare will finish.