Dangerous illusions
The path I'm on only has one dark and painful end.
Yet I can't seem to care.
I've accepted my fate, I might as well enjoy the ride.
When I was a young girl never did the notion of becoming Jezebel to one of the most powerful and dangerous men in Italy.
Yet here I am.
Once they tire of me, I shall not doubt be disposed of off.
I only pray it shall be quick and painless.
I like to hope they hold some affection for me and will either change me or set me up in a villa somewhere remote to live out the rest of my day's.
Wishful thinking.
If they we're to turn me, I would become collateral damage and humans are forbidden from knowing about their world.
It's clear my days are numbered, every year I grow older and their attention starts to wonder.
I'm not the first paramour and will not be the last.
I always wonder how my life would have turned out if I had just stayed in my small village.
Perhaps I would have continued to work on my family's farm, spending the hot summer days helping my brothers tend to the grapes in the vineyard, then the warm evenings with my mother and sisters preparing dinner.
Perhaps I would be wedded, have my children to nurture and to care for.
Regardless, I was blinded by the trappings of wealth and wanting more than what a simple farm life could give me.
I remember my first meeting with my kings more clearly than I remember my father face.
(6 years ago)
My village Castelluccio, Umbria was very small its entire population was under 150.
The village is backed by snow-capped mountains on one side and the other
It was a truly beautiful place
Everyone knew everyone, we relied on trade with each other for survival.
Which to prove disastrous, in 2016 our beautiful village was hit with a massive earthquake, there was so much destruction.
Buildings collapsed, much business that had been around for generations demolished in one afternoon.
The village had no money.
We were desperate.
Then a godsend came in the form of 3 Businessmen.
They offered €16,000,000 to repair damages, support the village through the winter seasons.
It was more than enough to sustain the village until we were able to get back on our feet.
All they asked for in return was 4% of the villages yearly income.
The village council were so grateful and in such desperate need, they agreed without hesitation.
In gratitude for their generous donation, the village put together an evening celebration in their honour.
There was dance performances, music playing, food and wine distributed throughout.
I was part of one of the celebration performances.
I and the other village girls were performing a Bellicrepa.
It was a very old style of dance that had been popular in the 3rd century.
We were clothed in simple white organza dresses with thin straps, white Alabaster Roses had been braided into our hair.
Our performance was met with many cheers and applause from the audience.
(if curious about performance go on youtube and search up "Ancient Rome. Camenae" - Dance Studio "Nimfea" Tribal Festival in Belarus 2017 or copy and paste /watch?v=lpLPcwVsdSI)
It was the first time I laid my eyes on the 3 gentlemen, though gentleman didn't seem to do them justice, more like fallen angels.
They were brothers, on the other hand, all three of them could not look more different from the other.
The man in the middle looked to be in his 40s, His skin was translucently white and it looked delicate in shocking contrast to the long black hair that framed his face though his eyes stood out the most, they were dark brown almost black.
This was the case of each brother.
The man to his right also appeared to be in his 40s though unlike his brother seemed to have an aruor of sadness around him, as if every day of his life has been a tragedy, despite this he to was just as memorizing as his brother.
He has dark brown hair to shoulder length, a similar translucently white complexion.
Last but not least was the other brother on the left.
Unlike his brothers this man appears to be in his 20s, His snow-white hair is shoulder-length, very close in colour to his skin tone which is same as his brothers.
Their attention does not stray from me the entire performance, my cheeks are red and my pulse is fluttering.
Even the envious looks of the other girls can't bring down my mood.
It fills me with a sense of glee and a slight ego boost, knowing out of all the beautiful women they only had eyes for me.
I quickly find my sisters and inform them of my recent developments, we swoon,
Drink wine, eat food well into the night.
Young children are taken home I'm by there parents but the celebration is still going strong.
I was dancing with one of my sisters when my father approached me.
The 3 masters had enjoyed my performance and wanted to introduce themselves.
I was giddy with excitement.
Three handsome and powerful men wanted to meet me.
My father grabs my hand and leads me through the festive crowd.
The closer we get the more my nerves start to act up.
My father brings me to stand in front of the table that hosts the three men, in a manner much like selling animals at auction.
"May I present my daughter Dalila Teípoli."
"Buona sera signorina Teípoli"
The middle brother's voice is so smooth almost velvety.
The beautiful gentleman introduces himself.
" My name is Aro and these are my brothers Marcus & Caius." he gestures to each man individually.
Aro gesture's me forward, as well as dismisses my father.
He holds out his palm for me to place my hand in.
"would my mind Mio care."
Blushing up to my roots I place my hand into his waiting palm.
I jump.
His hands are freezing.
There smooth and cold as if I were touching marble.
Aro continues to hold my hand, I try not to fidget as time passes by.
Finally, he releases my hand.
"you put on quite the performance Grazioso come to una ninja."
I'm shamelessly blushing at the comments.
They invite me to sit with them, that's how I find myself placed between aro and Marcus.
I'm served wine, the brothers ask me questions, my like's, hobbies, etc.
I take notice of aro's hand that is resting on my thie, ever so slowly my white dress is being slowly pulled up.
On my 4th glass of wine my dress is resting above my knee, if it wasn't for the game cloth that covered the table, my bare legs would be on display.
I know I should prevent this, walk away yet I'm powerless to do so, my mind is telling me to leave, my body stays sat down.
aro ever so gently, barely touching my skin runs his fingertips up my leg, into my dress.
"gambe così morbide, mi chiedo cos'altro è morbido?"
Aro whispers into my ear.
(smut)
Without warning, he shoves his fingers into my core.
I shoot up in shock at the sudden intrusion.
Aro one again is whispering in my ear.
"che bella figa, le tue labbra rosa aperte e succulente, I tuoi succhi fluenti, implorando di essere usati."
sending tremors through my body, his fingers stroking my wet core.
"Is this what you want, what you need, my lady? Someone who can fuck your cunt good and hard with my fingers, till you can't stop cumming?'"
slipping three large thick fingers in.
He pushes them in to the hilt, finding my 'G' spot. He is fucking me so hard, in-out, in-out. I can feel him pushing fully into me, then practically pulling out, only to drive his fingers back into my begging hungry core.
I turn to face each I'm of the brothers, Aro despite his actions looks completely neutral as if my actions under the table aren't happening at all, Caius has a smirk on his face, he knows what's happening and he's pleased, Marcus still has the same aloof expression as always though there is a small twitch his lips.
To my utter relief, no one else is any wiser.
I school my expression into one of neutrality much like the 3 brothers, however, it's not an easy foot.
His thumb finds my hard, exposed clit, rubbing on it, making me shudder and shake as my thighs back into him.
Aro hisses in my ear.
"careful now Caro you don't want to bring attention to yourself."
he continues to finger fuck me, hearing my juices squelching as they flow out of me.
I hear him whisper in my ear,
"I am going to make you cum for me now, my lady, as I fuck you with my fingers."
His what
He gently pushes 4 fingers in, stroking in and out.
Oh my...
I nearly cry out from the insertion, though manage to keep my cool.
This isn't good enough for him.
"if you don't stop making those faces I won't let you cum, do you understand?"
"yes."
"yes what?"
"yes sir."
Aro smiles
"good girl."
He finger-fucks me hard, I know I am going to cum again very quickly and I do, I can't stop my legs trembling. He carries on, relentlessly catching my 'G' spot, causing me to cum again and again.
By some mercy, I'm able to keep my composure.
"My dolce Dalia, I can feel you tightening on my fingers, Get ready, my lady. Cum for me again my lady, fucking cum now for sir."
and I do, I fall apart yet again for him.
As Aro is gently speaking, I can feel my hips starting to buck again, wanting him, harder, deeper inside me.
I've never felt this need before.
I've had lovers before, yet never have they given me such desires.
I spill over the edge yet again, my legs shudder and shake like never before, exploding like a volcano, I hear and feel my squelching juices pouring from me.
he pulls his fist out of me, his whole hand is dripping with my cum,
Taking a napkin he cleans his hand.
(end of smut)
"your family wish to head home you best go and join them, we shall be in touch."
I should feel insulted at the casual dismissal but I'm too far down with the pleasures I just experienced to care.
My like a newborn foal I stumble on my weak legs at first, before I'm able to walk in a normal pattern.
I hope no one takes notice of the wet patch in my dress from my juices.
My sister spots me walking over to her.
"it's about time you joined us."
She links my arms through her's.
We both begin the walk back to the house.
"mom and dad began walking back with everyone 5 minutes ago, however, I said I would want for you, want that a great evening..."
She starts going on about the evening, I simply nod. Pretending to be listening.
However, my thoughts were to far gone.
What had happened this evening.
What did they mean when they said they would be in touch?
Once I get back to the house, I change into my nightgown and pull back my bed covers before jumping in.
My eyes close soon as my head hits the pillow.
I get my answer a few days later.
It's a Monday morning, mom is cooking egg's, I and my siblings are getting ready to start the day.
There's a knock at the door.
It's the mailman.
My mother goes to greet him.
"Morning Gongorio."
I don't pay much attention, still nursing my cup of coffee.
Something gets placed in front of me, looking up I come face to face with a beautiful vase filled with delicate pink peony's, my Favourite flower.
There's a note attached to them.
I quickly pick it up and read it.
In beautiful calligraphy, it reads.
"A simple gift for a beautiful woman."
~ Aro
Turning to face my curious family I tell them who it's from.
I get mixed reactions from my family.
My father is excited and proud as if he's just been told the winning lottery numbers.
My mother is happy yet uneasy like she's not sure in what to think.
My older sisters Katia and Loreta are admiring the vase of flowers with identical looks of envy.
I don't understand why though.
Katia is engaged to a lovely gentleman in the village.
Whereas Loreta has been seeing a man in the next village over.
My younger sister Marta doesn't seem that bothered, more interested in her food.
My brothers Amore, Gabriele and Lapo are much like Marta, in which they don't care.
Every week for the next month I'm delivered flowers.
Sunflowers, peonies, roses and lilies all of my favourite flowers.
How did they know?
By now my family had gotten used to the idea of weekly flowers.
So when Monday morning comes around on the 5th week and there are no flowers everyone is surprised.
That is until that evening.
I had just arrived home and the mother was cooking dinner.
Everyone was around the dinner table when there was a knock at the door.
My father went to open the door.
When the door shut my father walked back into the dining room, in his possession was a black velvet box, nothing big but fit in his palm.
Conversation stilled, my mother looked over from the kitchen.
"what that?"
My father hands me the velvet box with shakey hands.
"It's a gift for you, from the masters."
My father's voice is shaky, I'm not surprised I'm shaken.
All eyes are on me.
With as much care as possible, I ever so slowly lift the lid.
When I peer at the contents inside the box I gasp.
Nestled into the fabric lining is a beautiful bracelet.
Katia voice brings me out of my marvelling.
"do you know why that is?"
Her voice is full of disbelief.
"That's the Panthère De Cartier Bracelet,
18K yellow gold with 38 brilliant-cut diamonds, black lacquer, tsavorite garnets and onyx!"
She is shell shocked.
She continues
"I saw it in a magazine it's nearly €19,000!"
The hand holding the bracelet carefully puts the bracelet back in the box.
That bracelet is worth more than me.
"This is too much, I have to return it."
My father is quick to shut that idea down.
"Are you silly girl! The masters gifted it to you, be grateful."
Dinner is a much silent affair, though everyone is still reeling at the beautiful bracelet.
After dinner had finished my father pulled me off to one side.
we left the hustle and bustle of the house to the quiet porch.
Neither of us says anything.
I close my eyes and breath in the warm summer evening fresh air.
"Daily you know out financial situation isn't great."
I take a deep breath in.
It's always been the unspoken topic in our house.
This is a small village, not much opportunity to make much of yourself.
It's even harder if you have a family to support.
"you know me and your mother always dreamed of having a big family when we were younger, we married young, and got pregnant with Katia a few months into our marriage, we were happy."
He has a faraway look.
"We were happy, we moved into this house, it was pretty run down, having been abandoned for several years, we rebuilt it, while this was happening my business was starting up, by your age your mother had 3 children."
I'm only 22 I can't even imagen have 3 children.
" We were happy, then life happens..."
I remember.
The vinyards somehow caught on fire.
Burnt all the crops.
Dad lost so much money that year, went into serious debt.
Nearly lost the house.
To top it off, mom was pregnant with me.
Even now 22 years later, my father still hasn't shaken off the dept.
After me came another 3 children.
It doesn't help that all of his children, including the grown one's, live in the house.
It's one of the reasons why he's so quick to get my sister married off.
Even I and my siblings working jobs, he can't have us all living in the house.
Now, this conversation is making more sense.
My back straightens.
My father knows I figured it out.
"I've heard rumours that the three masters are looking to have a young lady accompany them back to Volterra."
"Dad.."
He cuts me off.
"I know what I'm asking of you is tough, but they have an interest in you, they could give you a better life than you would have here."
I'm in disbelief.
By now I'm grasping at straws
"How do you know that they would even choose me, there are tons of women in this village."
"Yes, HOWEVER, none of the other girls has received gifts like you have, however, you are my daughter, I will not force you to do anything you don't want to."
He leaves me on the porch, lost in my thoughts.
That night I lay in my bed completely awake, unable to succumb to sleep.
All I do is stare at the beautiful bracelet.
even if I worked every day of my life, never would I be able to afford it
Imagen never having to worry about money, having access to beautiful jewellery and dresses.
However, could I leave my family, to venture with 3 strangers back to Volterra, leave my brothers and sisters, my loving mother and father, knowing I could go months without seeing them.
Reaching onto my side table I grasp the piece of jewellery in my palm.
Running my fingers over its cool metal. I make up my mind.
I wake up early and prepare for the day.
I wash my strawberry blond hair, style it into loose curls adding some hairspray to keep it in place.
I open my makeup bag and apply foundation, bronzer, eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss, I very rarely use makeup, working on a vineyard its not a makeup environment.
Looking at myself I barely notice myself in the mirror.
The woman staring back at me feels like a stranger.
I go into my closet and choose my outfit.
Going out of my comfort zone I choose a dress from Katia's closet.
I decide on a floor-length Cream Maxi Dress, the thin spaghetti straps and crocheted bodice falls to show a little cleavage the straps cross at the back, the woven skirt the woven cream skirt falls gracefully towards the floor.
I pair it with some strappy sandals, the bracelet I was gifted.
Nothing grand but simple.
Quietly walking down the creaky stairs I walk to the front door however doing that I have to pass the kitchen.
My father is sat in the kitchen.
We lock eyes.
Neither of us has to say anything.
My father nods.
"Taverna Castelluccio"
It's the name of a hotel.
We only have two hotels and its the nice one out of the two.
The sun has only just risen.
The village is only just waking up.
The trek to the hotel seemed to go by faster than I would have liked.
Suddenly I'm at the entrance of the hotel.
Taking a deep breath I open the door.
Miss Delgado, the woman who runs the hotel looks up.
She smiles.
"Good morning."
"Morning."
"What can I help you with."
" could you possibly inform the Volturi master I wish to coms up to visit them?"
Miss Delgado is very, though she does pick up the phone.
Before she can dile any number a voice pipes up from behind me.
"There will be no need to miss Delgado, I shall personally take miss Teípoli to the masters."
The man or should I say giant gestures for me to follow him.
Much like the brothers he shares the pale complexion, maybe he's another brother or even cousin.
He leads me to a door, he holds up his hand to stop me from entering.
"Please wait here, I will announce your presence."
I pull at a loose piece of thread while I wait to be allowed entrance.
Some time passed before the door opened again.
The big man walked out and beckoned me in.
Aro was sat on a cushioned chair.
His three-piece suite was immaculate, his hands were resting in his lap.
However, what caught my attention was the bright red of these eyes.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up, My mind was telling me to run.
Like I was prey.
Aro smiled.
"Mio caro, what do I owe the pleasure."
I swallow thickly.
I manage to stutter out.
"I I wanted to thank you for your gifts."
Every instinct is screaming, begging me to run, but somehow I know I won't get far.
Red eyes, pale skin, cold skinned, enchanting.
vampiri
My grandmother would tell me and my sibling's stories, all about creatures that come out at night, their inhuman beauty would leed their prey to their deaths, that you knew when they were coming when you see their bright red eyes advancing towards you in the darkness.
My gran ways swore till the day she died that they were out there and she had met one.
Of course, we didn't believe her.
Yet the proof is sitting right in front on me.
Aro held out his hand.
"Please Mio Caro give me your hand."
Not wanting to know what would happen to me if I said no, I hesitantly gave aro my hand.
Aro closed his eyes.
"You know what we are don't you." Aro's voice had no emotion.
I give a quick nod.
"Well that is a shame, you don't have a choice anymore Mio caro."
What does he mean by that?
Am I going to die?
Aro is still clutching my hand in his.
"I shall not kill you mio caro if you decide to come back to Volterra with me."
How did he know what I was thinking?
"I have an ability Mio care, I can read every thought you've ever had by touching you."
I look down at our clasped hands.
Then back into his eyes.
I quickly pull my hand back and surprisingly he allows me.
But he quickly wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me onto his lap.
"Your father is right, I and my brothers were hoping you could accompany us back to Volterra, which I would recommend taking, I'm afraid we could allow you to remain alive if you said no, it would be a shame to waste such a delectable creature such as yourself, my wife can Only provide so much pleasure."
Aro speaks so casually as if discussing the morning wether.
His tongue runs along with the shell of my ear.
My blood freezes.
I have two choices.
Either I join him and his brother in Volterra to become essentially a goomah.
Or
I die.
I might as well be selling my soul to the devil.
I know my decision.
Turning to give him, I stare at his frighting red eye's.
"I shall be honoured to accept your invitation."
Aro lets out a childlike giggle.
He grasps my hand in his and places a kiss on my palm
"Perfetto, we shall leave this tomorrow morning bright and early."
At least that gave me time to say goodbye
to my family.
I go to stand, however, the steel arm's locked around my waist prevent me from leaving.
"I'm afraid you won't be going back to your family piccolo, you know too much to be let out of sight, besides I have a plan on how we will be spending the rest of today."
Aro is growling.
(SMUT)
Suddenly he pressed me against the wall and drew my hands above my head.
"Ti volevo il secondo che ti ho visto," he said and his mouth closed over my lips possessively, hungrily.
His mouth melded perfectly with mine, as though we were lovers renewing our acquaintance after a long absence. His hands tightened on my wrists above my head while he pressed his growing erection against my abdomen.
tugging me into his arms
He claimed my mouth again. His lips were hot and demanding as he tugged at the top of my dress, pushing the fabric down my shoulders to rest on my hips.
His hands covered my bare breasts and pressed hotly against the soft white skin of my mounds and greedily closed around my fleshy globes. "magnifico" he said and dipped his head and lathered my left nipple with his tongue.
I sucked in a quick breath in response. My breasts are very sensitive, aro sucked my sensitive bud between his lips.
His hands roamed lower on my body, grabbing the last of the dress and sliding it down.
The fabric rustled as the fabric slid down my legs and puddled softly around my feet. He ran his palms over my hips, stopping when he found the elastic band of my panties.
Hooking both thumbs under the band, he rolled my panties off my hips and down the length of my legs. I stepped out of them and my sandles in the process.
I was naked from head to toe and shivered with the sensation of being ogled as he drew back slightly and eyeballed my body. I could feel the heat of his gaze travel over my breasts, then onto my belly.
When he paused to gaze at my core instinct urged me to widen my stance, to let him ogle my entrance with his dark gaze.
His clothes rustled as he removed them and tossed them on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes as his slacks fell around his ankles.
By the time I was on the bed, he was naked and joining me, his cock raging hard.
he settled atop my body, his cock sliding between my legs.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as his mouth descended to mine. I closed my eyes, my lashes fluttering with excitement.
Arousal spun through me as I groped his back, then slid my hands across his ass, dug my nails into his flesh, urging him to take me.
he pushed my legs wider with one knee, He brushed one hand the length of my body, coming to rest at my core.
My body shivered as he fondled the lips of my pussy, parting my folds, finding my clit and stroking it with the ball of his thumb. I gasped and arched my hips against his massaging fingers. I closed my eyes and savoured the rush of sensations his attention brought to my body.
I recognized the arousal on his handsome face as his fingers pressed on my sensitive clit, intensifying his stroking as he held my gaze.
I should feel fear, however, all I care about right now is the intense plesant I'm feeling.
Almost instantly I felt an orgasm gathering in my belly and I pulled in a shuttering breath as his fingers brought me to a full-blown orgasm, digging my toes into the sheets and arching my hips against his hand, reaching the apex of climax.
He smiled down at me as I squirmed beneath his stroking fingers, milking my climax, enjoying, and savouring the moment of my release.
"Please" I whispered, reaching for his hand at my crotch. "I need you inside me."
hurry. I was burning inside, needing him thrusting into my body.
The bed dipped as he set one knee on the edge of the mattress. He reached for me, tugged me into a sitting position, and then grasped my hips, turned me on the bed, pulling my ass against his abdomen.
I settled on my hands and knees, my hair flailing over my face and my breasts hanging and swaying beneath me.
His cold hands ran beneath my body, cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and weighing my breasts in his palms. His hands were cold as he held my breasts then released them to slide his hands down my ribcage and the fleshy curves of my waist and hips.
My tensions increased, my heart beating faster, harder, as he spread the cheeks of my ass and rubbed his cock between them, and then he lunged his long cock inside my waiting core.
He filled me quickly and I braced on my hands and knees as he began to move in and out of me.
His cock felt good, long, and thick. I loved how he lunged in, paused, pulled back slightly, and lunged in again.
He soon established a comfortable rhythm, one that worked well with me, one that brought me to the brink of my second orgasm much too quickly.
I clenched the sheets with my fists as the orgasm bore down on me, threatening to come full bloom at any moment.
His hands tightened on my hips, his thrusts grew deeper, quicker.
"ti senti così divino, tuo mio!"
He released a loud bellow and drove into me with a force that almost knocked me on my face.
my climax shot through my body, along my nerve endings and spiralling throughout my limbs.
My toes curled and my hands clenched the sheets as my body jerked and shook.
I closed my eyes and panted through my mouth, trying to catch my breath.
His fingers dug into my quivering flesh, bringing me pain that mingled deliciously with the orgasmic sensations rolling through my belly and convulsing cunt.
His hands slowly roamed from my hips and slid along my belly, reaching my breasts.
He plucked at my taut nipples, then closed his hands around my breasts and squeezed to the point of pain.
Momentarily, he stilled, milking his cock gently inside my body.
He kissed and licked the sweaty skin of my back. I collapsed on the bed, and Aro came down with me, resting his weight on my back.
I rolled over as Aro pulled out.
His hand slid between my thighs. I moaned and rolled to my back as he levered his body upward, bracing on one elbow.
His head dipped to my breast and suckled my nipple while his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, sending a throbbing want through my insides.
My breath caught in my throat as he nipped playfully at my nipple. I ran my hand softly through his thick long hair, pressing his mouth tighter against my breast.
Closing my eyes I concentrated on the sensuous feel of his lips surrounding my nipple, and I softly moaned.
Let's get you in the shower," he said after lifting his head.
I didn't have time to react before I was in his arms and we were heading towards the bathroom and into the shower with him, then turned on the water.
He adjusted the temperature as I quickly moved behind him to shield myself from the spray.
I gazed at his pale back, his nipped-in waist, his muscular ass, and long firm legs. My gaze went back up to his head. His hair was wet from the shower sticking to his back.
When he turned toward me, arousal flickered through my insides at the sight of the beads of water streaming down his chiselled features.
He reached for me and I went easily into his arms. My wet body slid against his, joining perfectly. I curled my arms around his neck and pressed my breasts into the solid wall of his chest whilst his hands stroked my back and slid along my curves.
He nuzzled my neck with his lips as the hot water beat down on our heads and streamed along our naked torsos. The moment was insanely erotic.
His mouth felt good against mine, needing, taking. I lowered my hand to his crotch, finding his length hammer-hard
He moaned into my mouth and pressed forward into my hand urging me to play when I curled my fingers around his hard erection.
I began to move my fist as his kiss deepened and filled my mouth with his tongue. Our tongues blended in a sensuous dance and our throats filled with moans as I stroked him.
Overcome with the urge to taste his manhood, I pushed from his embrace and dropped to my knees before him. The water beat down on my head as I guided his length to my mouth.
His fingers tangled in my hair as my cheeks hollowed drawing him in. His hard length, wet from the shower, tasted raw, sweet, and delicious. I worked on it, using my lips and tongue, bobbing my head, taking him just short of swallowing him whole.
When I raised my hand to his belly, he moaned and pulled me to my feet. He spun me around, the shower spray now hitting my back.
He pushed me back against the shower wall and entered me, quickly, deeply. I clasped my arms around his shoulders and raised my legs to wrap around his hips and held onto him like a monkey as he cupped my ass in his hands and plunged his cock to the hilt.
He watched the passion and pleasure drawn across my face as he fucked me hard against the wall.
Determination set his jaw, as though he would make certain I was satisfied.
My belly soon tightened as my climax grew and materialized.
I cried as the sensations rolled like oceanic waves through my insides, making me tighten my grasp around Aro's shoulders.
He shoved me tighter against the wall and drove into my body with hard, rapid thrusts.
I felt pinned, impaled upon his throbbing member, unable to resist giving myself completely over to his mastery.
This was without a doubt the best sex I've ever had.
I clung to his body, my nails digging into the ropy muscles of his shoulders and my legs squeezing around his thrusting hips.
"mi Farai piacere per il resto della tua vita, sarai mia! la mia piccola puttana! d'ora in poi mi appartieni, il tuo corpo è mio da divorare! Il mio!" Aro growls in my ear.
I should be offended yet I can't bring myself to care, not with the pleasure im experiencing right now.
I drew in a quick breath as he reached his orgasm and pumped his seed into my body.
He held me steady as he released me from the shower wall and lowered me to my feet.
He reached the handles and shut off the water.
He pulled the shower curtain open and reached for a towel and wrapped it around my back, then brought forth another towel and wrapped my wet hair, before securing a towel for himself.
After we towelled off, he gave me a moment alone in the bathroom to clean the mess he made of my core.
When I rejoined Aro in the room I found him naked.
He walked up to me and removed the towel that covered my nakedness.
"Voglio assaggiarti,"
he whispered as he caressed me against his naked body and urged me to the bed.
Within seconds he had me lying flat on my back, my legs splayed and him on his knees between them.
His mouth came down quickly on my sensitive core, splitting my folds with his tongue, licking, tasting my sweet juices.
My senses reeled as his mouth seared my clit when he pulled the bud into his mouth and brushed it with his tongue, causing me to gasp and clutch the sheets with fisted hands.
His fingers found their way inside me as he sucked on my core.
He plunged two fingers into my centre and saturated them with my juices. Then he pulled out, moved his fingers lower over my perineum, sending immensely erotic sensations wafting through my body.
When his fingers found my anus and massaged my tight bung, my eyes opened.
His finger pushed inside me suddenly, painfully piercing my sphincter, causing me to think twice.
Should I make him stop?
Instinct told me that his exploration was heading in that direction, that he wanted me anally.
I've never done that before.
Soon, the pain subsided and his finger stretched deeper into my ass.
I relaxed and let his finger work me over. All uncertainty about what he wanted soon faded from my mind as I felt the onset of orgasm at my core coming from the sucking of it as he probed and wiggled his finger inside my ass.
I cried out and arched upward, striving for the apex of yet another climax brought about by his sucking lips and thrusting finger.
Amid my climax, delicious sensations streamed through my limbs, knotting my belly and bringing forth untold pleasures. I closed my eyes and arched my head back, panting through my mouth as a multitude of sensations rocked me to my core.
I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. It was wonderful and lasted a very long time.
My ecstasy ended when he grasped me suddenly, rolled me over, pulled me onto my hands and knees, and shoved his hard length against my anus, pressing the thick round head against my opening, and shoved forward without mercy.
His entry was quick, causing me to scream as the pain surged through my body.
"il dolore non durerà a lungo"
he said as he clutched my ass with his large hands. He pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, slowly this time, giving me time to adjust to his size.
I bit my bottom lip. The sensations of climax he had given me earlier, had waned.
I felt the full force of his length as he continued to press deeper into my ass.
I don't know if I like this.
I tried to concentrate on the feel of his hands now caressing my body, sliding onto my breasts, tweaking my sensitive nipples, fondling my core,
Yet, the force of his length caused sweat to ooze from every pore of my body.
The towel covering my wet hair fell onto the bed, leaving my long damp tresses hanging about my face.
Suddenly I noticed a new sensation growing inside my body.
The pain had subsided and his cock was sliding easily in and out of my overly stretched asshole.
He began to move with a rhythm that soon had me rocking back to meet his thrusts.
Heat surged through my body.
Then it began the incredible sensation. I moaned and raised my head, tossing my hair from my face.
He pumped faster, holding my ass in his tight grasp. Then he began slamming into my ass with the sound of our flesh slapping with each thrust, upsetting my stance and knocking me forward to where my head was banging against the headboard.
The bed was rocking and the slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh, along with my loud panting, echoed off the walls of the room.
Thank goodness there was no one else in the hotel.
My orgasm began for me then, surging through my body and spilling into my brain.
I moved with him, thrusting my ass against his abdomen, wanting to feel his length deep inside my rectum as my climax peaked.
I felt the heat of his cum when he shot his wad and milked his cock inside my ass before releasing me onto the bed. He collapsed atop my back, smothering me against the sheets. The sensations seemed to last a long time, waning as I dozed. When he finally rolled off me, I fell into a deep satisfying sleep.
(End of smut)
(Back to present)
I sigh looking at myself in the mirror.
The girl staring back at me doesn't even feel like me.
That sweet loving girl is long gone.
Replaced by a completely numb woman, a selfish woman who only cares for the nicer things of life. Who is a witness to a murder on multiple occasion yet feels no remorse or sympathy for the innocent souls?
My vanity is filled with perfumes, jewellery, makeup materialistic items.
I am simply a trophy, nothing more.
My family of course tried to contact me, even came to Volterra to find me.
I didn't even say goodbye to them, it broke my mother heart.
The calls and texts stopped after 2 years.
My mother passed.
I was invited to go to the funeral, I even had permission from Aro.
Yet I didn't go.
Maybe I was ashamed of the selfish person I had become, not wanting to tarnish my family memories of me, the person I was before I left.
Or maybe I truly didn't care anymore, even when I was informed of my mother died I didn't feel anything, I didn't cry.
Dalila Teípoli is gone.
A girl who loved her family and small village more than anything in the world.
A person who loved life, who always had a kind word to say to you.
Dalila Volturi is the complete opposite.
This Dalila wouldn't even let her family know that she's okay, avoided going. To her mother funeral.
A girl who didn't shed a tear even when she listened to voicemails from her sisters, who were crying into the phone begging her to come back.
A person who cared only about what she wanted, or looking pretty.
Who willingly let her self be used and defiled by a man who didn't care for her, who treated her like she was his property.
Who used the foundation to cover the bruises she has sustained from said man.
There's a knock at the door.
I turn around, in walks a lower guard member.
I can't remember her name.
"Master aro wishes for you to accompany him tonight, he would like you to wear this."
She places the white box down on the bed before swiftly exiting.
I'm once again left alone with my thoughts.
Nobody here likes me.
Well, they give me some respect but it's not because they like me.
I would go as far as to say people try to keep their distance from me.
Most of my days im spent alone, with just my thoughts for company.
This is my life.
A loveless, materialistic, selfish existence.
Yet I wouldn't trade it.
What type of person does that make me.
Someone who would rather live in luxury and be mistreated, abused, humiliated.
than living a simple life, but surrounded by laughter, family and love.
I might not be a vampire, yet my heart is frozen just like one.
I am the definition of heartless.
always and forever.