"You're the light, you're the night
You're the color of my blood
You're the cure, you're the pain
You're the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much" -Love me Like you do by Ellie Goulding
Author's Note- Once again thank you to @AuzreeLuddingtion for the support and just being an amazing person. And of course to my readers who kept to this story for so long! For now enjoy this chapter.
Lyall's Pov
It was like I was in a slow mo movie. I was slowly taken away from Juliet. Escaping this dark cage. I can feel myself exiting the mirror and floating through the castle. Then everything went full speed. My hair wiping in my face, the wind rushing onto my skin. Then the final impact of hitting a solid wall. I screamed in agony at the force. It felt like my head was being split in two. Then everything went black.
Once I came two I felt dizzy and sick. My face was planted on the floor of what looked like Iona's room but still in the in between. I slowly rose from the ground nausea passing through me. Once I was standing the sickness and dizziness subsiding. I looked around and saw a lot of women around the room. Some laying down on Iona's bed in a sluty way, others holding each like they were aroused by the very sight of me.
One approached me in what looked like a bikini but tied with thin lace. She was beautiful. Tan skin, hourglass figure, small face, doe eyes, and thick brown hair. She came straight up to my face and gently caressed my face like a lover.
"Welcome my mistress.." she purred. I felt disgusted at her touch. I grabbed her wrist really quick and pulled it way from my face. "I am not your mistress. I don't even know you." I said in distrust. I let go of her wrist.She looked at me in confusion. "But you are. Are you ill my mistress? Have a seat on the bed." She instructed.
I was suddenly flocked by a bunch of women and they dragged me to the cobwebbed bed. Once I sat down they wouldn't stop touching me. Either my face, arms, thighs, or even my breasts! I kept smacking away their hands. Telling them I do not want to be touched. They coward away in fear, hugging each other. One wrapped their arms around my shoulders. "Mistress, let us brush your hair~" she purred. I was about to protest but they brought a big golden mirror out in front of me and scented oils and brushes for my hair.
When I looked in the mirror… I screamed in horror. 'My… my eyes!" I thought. One eye was my normal emerald green. But… my other eye was an… ice cold blue. Just like Iona's. I screamed with tears falling down my face. I rubbed my face in shock. The girls backed away in shock, others moaned in pleasure. I grabbed the mirror and lifted in the air and smashed it to the ground.
I breathed rapidly. My heart reaching my throat. I grabbed my hair and started pulling and banging my head with my fists. "What did you do to me!" I screamed in agony. The women swarmed around me again. " Hush our mistress. Don't worry we will make you feel better~" they moaned.
(Mature)
Once again they started touching me. But… I didn't stop them. I was too exhausted and vulnerable. They felt my entire body. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes. They did it gently and full of passion. Like my body was made to be worshipped. I blushed and moaned at the touch. Soon the brunette grabbed my face gently and lifted my head and gazed into my mix matched eyes.
"My dear Lyall…" she purred. I was about to open my mouth to ask how she knew my name but she placed her finger on my lips to shush me. "I know your name… Lyall you're ours now. You and Iona… are one." She whispered, inching closer to my face. My eyes glazed over… not realizing Iona took over… and I kissed her.