Hey, haven't been around in a while. I'm new to this kind of content but I hope you all enjoy this bit of smut. Erik and Christine are inspired/based on Leroux's version because OG is my jam with toast. Sorry for any grammar or spelling problems.

****WARNING ADULT CONTENT****

Rated M for a reason. NSFW.

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Driven mad with love…

"Christine please don't."

"Don't what Erik?"

"Stop you must, for I will be driven to further madness if you do not."

"Then I shall lead the way."

Her hands wedged themselves between their hips and started undoing the buttons of his fine pants. Erik being stuck between the sofa and Christine's warm soft body made it impossible to wriggle away without manhandling her. His cold hands pushed away the young woman's soft golden hair so he could see her eyes, he had to determine if she truly had gone mad. Why else would she be throwing herself at him in such a manner? Risking her virtue and future.

Gently he lifted her head, "Are you mad Christine? Do you know what is to come should we continue?" Darkness shown in her normally bright eyes. They mirrored his lust.

Her lips brushed his palm, "I know what is to come."

A jolt of pleasure ran up his leg as her bare shin rubbed against his own. His pant leg must've ridden up. She held still against him momentarily watching him. They waited for the other, unsure of who should speak first. If they should speak at all. Erik being older felt it was only right he should make one more attempt at reason.

He caught his breath, "Do you?"

"You see my eyes, Erik, I am not mad."

"But you must be! For why else would you come upon me?"

Truthfully she didn't want to know. Two things had been happening to her since meeting Erik. One, her desire had been increasing. The hunger she caught in his eyes when he thought she wasn't paying attention was thrilling. Her quiet demure nature covered for her deviant mind. Erik had no idea of the things she imagined when she was alone in her bedroom. It was only him she thought of now. No longer the stage hands with large sweaty bodies and thick hands holding, pinning her to the bed. Not the wealthy gentleman who attended the opera pushing their fingers into her mouth forcing her to suck on them. Nor was it Raoul she thought of holding while she lay panting, tangled in her sheets and her wet fingers drying. No, all had been replaced by Erik. It was Erik who'd push her legs open and pin her down. Erik's fingers she sucked. Erik she'd hold after. In her fantasies, Erik did so much to her and she wanted it all. The second was the thing she didn't want to know about but it was there. It was small at first the feelings she had for him. After the initial horror of him, something else came. It started when he'd shyly begun to walk with her around the lake after the unmasking. She wanted to label the feeling of compassion, but she wanted to be near him all the time. Staying up till the early hours listening to him read to her or speaking with him about anything that came to mind. Outside of her fantasies, her mind drifted to him when she wasn't near him. And she started to find excuses to return despite his offering to leave her in peace. She'd forget things; a glove, a broach, a scarf. Then of course there were her voice lessons she wanted to continue with. It was much easier to have accompaniment in the same room than through a mirror, wasn't it?

No, the second dare not be named. It was complicated and messy. She never thought she could get used to it. They started most bizarrely and there was no going back to fix it. To make it proper, right, or normal. She was so sad and lonely before he came into her life.

Christine pressed her cheek into his chest nuzzling, "Perhaps it is a sort of madness."

"Yes, and that is why you must stop. You're unwell my dear."

Her warm fingers slid into his pants, he yelped in shock. Only his underclothes prevented her nimble fingers from flesh-on flesh contact and he ground his teeth in frustration. Involuntarily his hips pressed into her warm palm and she felt his size. Her mouth went dry.

Hiding her apprehension the angel smiled against his shirt, "You're not unwell."

"If it is not madness that plagues you then what is it?" He hissed as her wandering hand caressed his groin.

This time he yanked her head up forcing her to look upon his monstrous face and weary yellow eyes. "Can you love me?"

Shuddering she whispered, "You promised never to speak of love to me."

His eyes roamed over her face, "Yes, but I must warn you that if we continue my love for you will grow evermore."

Her hand cupped his testicles massaging them through the undergarments.

"If you do not love me then how can you bear me as you do now?"

"Do you wish to examine our relationship truly? How it came about and why? A lonely middle-aged-," Christine stopped herself before anything truly hurtful was said.

Erik released her, no he did not wish to examine their relationship again. He had done it a million times in his head, and he knew she had done so as well. She was right; an incredibly lonely hideous middle-aged man with nothing better to do allowed his fantasies to get the better of him. And she played along because she too had been just as lonely as he was. Her longing to end her sadness, and to be desired was fulfilled by him. It wasn't normal. Trying to explain it to anyone was impossible. There was no need to discuss it. It was what it was.

"Erik, shall take you back and will leave you alone for a few days. You'll be with your Mama Valerius and you'll feel better."

He made a move to sit up but she pressed her weight against him as she threw her perfectly nude leg over him. She straddled him the way one would ride a horse. Normally Erik could've easily forced this young beauty off his person with ease but her hand slipped beyond his undergarments wrapping around his very stiff cock, and she gasped. Her hand started to tremble and she leg go. Erik cried out as if pained. His mind blank except for the need to have her but what remained of his conscience rang through his lust. Both his hands turned her face to him as he recited the words he first spoke to her when she awoke from her slumber in the Lousie-Phillip room.

Gravely he spoke his final warning, "Christine I am not an angel, nor a genius, nor a ghost. I am Erik."

Instead of pulling away and stopping the madness, Christine pressed her body into him.

His hands found their way to her perfect bottom. Squeezing her cheeks through her thin nightgown. Delighted to discover she wore nothing underneath. Reason was slipping away. Using his thighs he pushed her legs further apart. His hands pulled up the nightgown he had to see her.

"It is not madness I swear." Maneuvering herself giving him better access to her, he gazed at her dark blonde curls that dusted her sweet mound.

"Then why?" The breath from his sigh tickled her cunt.

She gasped, "Please I don't want to talk about it."

He slipped a long finger into her, surprised by how ready she was for him. She truly did want him. Her hips moved against his finger and he inserted a second. His other hand pulled at her cheek and his finger found her delicate anus. He couldn't see it in their current position but imagined it was pink with soft little blonde hairs around it. The image sent more blood below his waist. Her pussy clamped around his fingers. The lustful creature that he was was aware of how tight she was and he ached to break her in. To make her his with his cock. Her body would learn to take him. One could get used to anything. The reason was gone.

Christine moaned against him. He moved the hand that played with her ass to his already-opened pants. In a lust-filled horror, she watched him free his hearty cock. She had never seen one up close before, but she suspected that this part of him wasn't normal as well. It was long and thick.

Now he hissed a set of familiar words into her ear, "Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you."

A chill ran up her spine despite the overwhelming heat that coursed through her body. She had contemplated this possibility before when she pulled off his mask and he raged, swearing then that he'd never leave her. But he returned her to the land of the living despite his promise to keep her there, and she knew he hadn't expected her to return after learning the truth about him. Did he mean it this time?

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