Chapter Six: Ragnarök, Gedrehtes Entzücken
"I talk to God but the sky is empty." – Sylvia Plath
VI.
A mountain.
Steel…
Spray of blood…
Someday in the darkness…
The blade falls…
The phoenix rises…
Roaring…
Vibrations of its power…
Bestowed…
Screaming…
The mountain…
Purple cascades…
Bodies…
Down the corridor…
Shells…
Dry husks…
"Why?"
"Why, my dear?"
Sharing pain…
Heart and soul...
Malicious whispers…
The netherworld…
White noise…
"Do you love me?"
"Do you?"
"My dear…."
Sweet things…
Do not matter…
My world…
Frozen…forever…
Perpetual twilight…
Beyond the stars…
Back in your head...
Back of your mind…
Red darkness…
Black light…
Whenever I may find you…
Wounded...
Scarred…
Blossoms wilt…
Damnation
The most wonderful illusion will soon fade…nightmares…
A beautiful truth…
His hungry mouth was hot as he claimed her as his own, almost drinking her mouth for survival, as if her very body was an important part of his being. Gentle yet ruthless, he pressed her head back, kissing the arch of her throat, her collarbone, and her naked breasts. His lips were hotter than the golden sun on her skin, the heat searing her flesh.
She whimpered and parted her legs for him, sighing as he nestled his swollen member against her dark curls, the throbbing ache between her legs soothing and arousing her at the same time.
Don't you dare…
But I need him…
What do you think you're doing?!
Feel what you feel…
You're not even that experienced!
I know; let him take me…
It will hurt, very badly!!!!
Let him make me forget…
Make me forget…
She gently pulled away, but not loosing feel of his member, and dared to look at the hot darkness of his gaze. He was still, but his breathing was hot and scorching, disappointed in the heat of the moment. She then lay on the cold white floor, spreading her legs in preparation. She wasn't really sure about the tryst, but she understood what it was meant to do; to procreate and to give in to the highest level of pleasure. She couldn't relax; his swollen member was a hot brand that mocked her, and wanted to let her feel itself thrusting inside her.
There was no turning back…
Let him come to you…
"M-Marik….take me…"
His eyes lit up with a twisted sense of excitement when he finally heard the words he wanted her to utter for so long. Marik grinned, baring his teeth, his eyes wild, crawling over to her slowly, but not slowly, and possessively grabbed her hips, puling her to him, and positioned near her haven.
"With pleasure, sweet Serenity."
Then he entered her, sliding all the way to the hilt of his member.
She cried out, her scream of pain/pleasure echoing in the white room, where someone would have heard her if there were people left on the island. Tears immediately flooded her vision, marking her pain in a way that was unmistakable. A sharp, stabbing agony in her lower regions was too painful to bear for her; she shook, sobbing. She couldn't move.
He shuddered above her, the feeling of her sheath around him being too lovely to bear. He was inside of her; her tight cavern was too perfect for his big member to wish for. His heavy breathing and inner quivering signified his dream coming true in that moment, to hear words of plead and want in order to take her as his own.
It was too sweet for words.
She was his, his to have, his to hold, and his to take forever and ever.
She seized up in her discomfort, sweat moistening her face and her entire frame, almost taking in sparse amounts of oxygen. Her body was clawing for freedom, senses unraveling in chaos and disorder. Serenity felt him inside of her, her world was spinning and she didn't want to believe it. Taking in deep breaths, she felt his kisses caress her face and chest in the midst of her vision stretching, startling her out of realization.
His eye began to seemingly stretch, his face grotesquely forming a smile, as if he had reached his ultimate goal of conquest beyond the duels. Growling, he let one hand travel behind her back, lifting her in the process (making her feel even worse), and boldly cupped her backside.
She jolted out of the shadowy dance, but didn't dare to look at him, the monster whom she was with, the monster who gave her the agony she was in right now.
He started to mutter a language she couldn't comprehend, but she could tell by the tone of his voice, he was savoring such elation. He was praising the gods for giving him her, the carving of a goddess and the state of vertigo that propelled them into awaiting pleasure.
She forced her eyes to open, and they were frozen, wide with shock. Out of the daze she was placed in, thinking that the world was closing in on her, she trued to catch her breath. Her lungs seized and with what little air she had left, she let out a sigh of unfulfilled longing.
She unwillingly decided to stare into his eyes after a long period of agonizing pain he brought upon her. The amethyst eyes had become black fire, the power sending a shock wave rippling through her. She brutally bit back a sob, disgusted with herself for being such a fool.
Have you no shame, you whore?!
Demon spawned from the devil.
The pain….it's gone…
It's subsiding…
Pulsating…
He's pulsating…
Heartbeat…
"My sweet Serenity, your hesitation becomes you. But I will have you as mine soon, very soon. After all, you and I are now close. So….very….close…"
Her stomach coiled tightly at the very utterance of those words. They were too close for comfort and it all seemed to be a bad dream, a nightmare.
Something that is too terrifying to believe that it is real, the traffic of fear blurring into dreams. It was far from real; it was the actuality of the nightmare.
"Listen to your nightmare."
"I will listen to you, my nightmare, Marik."
Agonizing…
Resides in your head…
Traffic…
Plea for him…
Take me…
Stars….
Kýrie, eléison…
"Take me, Marik, I need you."
That plea was far more than he could stand. Marik rose over her, his red-violet eyes glistening black with hunger, a snarl of possession twitching on his lips. His hands kept her thighs apart as he pulled out with excruciating slowness, the thick head still intact, before he plunged himself inside her. The lazy rhythm sent spasms of pleasure through her body. He felt so big around her, even if she was near the edge of being tainted, even if she was tight around him, her nerve endings were sensitized and she could only gasp at the upcoming pleasure engulfing her.
Her breathing came in ragged, harsh gasps as he sank his shaft deep inside of her, the loss of control so shocking and frightening even. He gave one powerful thrust, surging forward and burying himself, shuddering and murmuring his native tongue in bliss. Her hot core nearly sent him over the edge, and since she wasn't in pain anymore, he could make her his then and there. Serenity's nails bit deep into his shoulders, a sharp cry escaping her lips, her hips jerking.
In a swift motion, Marik clamped his fingers around her wrists and slammed them to the floor, holding her helpless in his assault, his body soon relentless in a harsh, merciless tempo, pounding into her over and over now.
Serenity couldn't catch her breath, couldn't even think, her body fragmenting and shattering her at that very moment. Marik let out a guttural growl of ecstasy, almost shuddering as if it were almost more than he could bear, and he heard his Serenity let out a sigh of rapture at the new sensations, arching her back. She quivered at the hot feeling of him filling her, at the clawing need building inside of her.
It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time, with his dominance reigning supreme and her vulnerability in balance. He then thrust himself relentlessly into her, making her cry out in pleasure/pain. Serenity arched against Marik, her inner muscles gripping his hard flesh, even as she soon thought what consequence would pursue her.
Oh my GOD! What have you done?!
Have you no shame you whore?!
This is wonderful…I need…
He's taking me now…let him take me!
You can't do this!!!!!
Dark, sensual, and strangely arousing…
TAKE ME NOW!!!!
A shudder rocked her, and he made a rough growl of satisfaction, thrusting even deeper into her glistening folds. She rocked forward against him with desperation before she felt his lips against her ear. Amidst the thrusts, he managed to utter:
"Say you love me."
"W-What?"
"Say you love me."
"I…"
"Say it."
He thrust even harder, a yelp of pleasure erupting from her. Marik continued his assault in Serenity as he managed to even utter the words directed to her.
"Say that…oh!....you love me and that you will (gasp) be mine…uh!...forever...oh!" He barely made the words intelligible enough for her to understand, and yet she heard him loud and clear.
Her lips quivered in the assault, gasps and soft moans bringing them both to intense pleasure.
"I love you…"
"Louder."
Deliberately, he merged his mind with her so she would feel the same as he, the driving need of her overriding his senses. Serenity felt it, feeling Marik's pleasure, feeling the way Marik thrust inside of her. Knowing what had caused this, what made her so delirious; she knew that she had to say this, in order for her to escape and for him to have freedom.
"I love you!!!"
Her sheath was so tight and hot, gripping him to the point of pain, such delicious pain.
"Louder, sweet Serenity!!!"
At the brink of their intermingling pleasure point, she arched her back, her bare breasts pushed against him as she shuddered violently in a white heat that consumed her. What was he least expected, she saw the white light…
Finally…
"I LOVE YOU!!!"
In the state of pleasure and pain, she saw colors and her senses mingled amongst others, almost in a state of synaesthesia. White was then the only thing she saw and the only person she felt was Marik, her demonic savior as she heard him let out a long and deep moan of bliss, feeling his seed soak the insides of her womb, an inhuman growl consuming them both in the white bliss they were submerged in. They were near the brink of insanity and they wanted to stay there.
In the aftermath, Marik fell limp with sated exhaustion and he fell on top of Serenity, a gasp flying out of them both with the waves engulfing them both in their orgasms.
Serenity clutched onto Marik and she couldn't help but softly kiss the skin of his broad shoulders. Her damp auburn hair fell on his shoulders like silky rain on his skin. Her eyes were colored in rainbow, as the feeling started to fade away.
From that moment, she finally started to feel.
The numbness from such height had taken her away from reality.
How can
you fall into the dark
When my arms are there to catch you
How
will I ever lose my way
With your open hand to cling to?
I Feel Those
Days So Close To Me
Pulling Me Home
When I Will Hold You So
Near To Me Again
I'm Coming Home
VI.
A/N: It's been a while, yes, but for a good reason. My father passed away last month and I had to cope with the loss. And also, school has been busy and this wasn't a simple task to write down. Luckily, a soundtrack helped me with inspiration.
Soundtrack:
"The Loves We Lost" Allure
"Feeling Hypnotized" DJ Colette
"Arguru (EDX's 5un5shine Remix)" Deadmau5
"Into The Dark" Ferry Corsten & Howard Jones
"Song To The Siren" Vengeance feat. Clare Pearce
"Netherworld (Oliver Prime Remix)" L.S.G.
"Home (Tiësto Remix)" Coast 2 Coast
"The Dull Flame Of Desire" Björk feat. Antony Hegarty
"Naraku no Hana" Eiko Shimamiya
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