Chapter Eleven: The Devil Of Her Fantasies

Chapter Eleven- Devil Of Her Fantasies

My loud moans resonated as screams of brutal pleasure and mixed with his beastly growls and groans which were a constant reminder that I was in the arms of a Beast.

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I found myself at his mercy, my heart racing in my chest as I stared into the menacing eyes of a Beast.

What bothered me most about his presence was his nudity, his hulky physical build, especially the unspeakably terrifying muscle between his strong thighs stole the breath straight from my lungs. The cold water cascaded down my back as I backed away and he neared like a predator on the prowl.

No, no, this can't be happening.

I stood on shaky legs, realizing that he had me cornered and there was no way of escaping him. "D-dd-Daddy… w-w-what- w-what are you doing in here?" I stuttered like I was speech impaired, just praying that he did not hear me moaning his name.

He looked like the very definition of evil, an irresistible, beautiful evil as he smirked and narrowed his silver eyes slightly. "You called for me, Marosa, and this time, I am not going to spare you "

He lowered his head, his hair falling to his face as my shallow, labored breath poured over his burly neck and his moist lips found my ear and nibbled on my earlobe, teasing me so tauntingly. Slowly, his brawny, calloused hands traveled up my shaky thighs, finally finding my clenched ass after a leisurely run and giving both asscheeks a hard slap. I moaned softly with each hard blow he delivered and felt my knees get weaker and my chest get engulfed by electrifying heat. Tightly groping both asscheeks, his thick fingers sank into my flesh and with utmost ease, he hoisted me up and thrust me against the wall, eliciting a small yelp and gasp from me, as a wave of pain jolted up my back and I arched my back reflexively, allowing my wet hair to wipe the cold tiles. I had not even recovered from the pain he inflicted on my back, when with one brutal thrust, he lodged himself deep inside and my unprepared walls were forced to receive his unnatural girth and his plentiful inches. Little whimpers and cries I didn't know I was capable of producing flowed from my parted lips copiously, my toes curling as my very surprised body absorbed the shock.

"Look at me, Marosa." He uttered my name so strongly, his husky, unearthly deep voice so powerful, so enthralling, so lusty it charged me to the last strand of my being like currents of electricity. I could feel his sharp, haunting eyes burning into my flesh and although I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes, his eyes communicated his ravenousness to me, his need to conquer my body and fuck me until I can't speak.

I knew he was going to do exactly that if not more, as he gripped onto my waist, pulling me down to his solid, thick meat until our crotches slammed into each other, before he began vigorously ramming into me. My fervent moans filled the spacious cubile, drowning out the patter of the water droplets sprinkling from the shower head. I almost could not take it, he was destroying me with each rapid, calculated stroke of his unearthly erection and I was the most breathless I have ever been.

"Look - at - me, Marosa!" He ordered again, this time his tone more vicious, his immeasurably intimidating voice more strained and beastly. I could not think straight with him ploughing into me so savagely, each jerk of his hips and pull of my waist drove me closer to oblivion, I almost could not take it. My teeth held onto her bottom lip, my fingers digging into his muscular back, I clung onto him tightly as I mustered every bit of strength left in me to lift my head from his shoulder and focus her gaze on him. His eyes demolished me, his firece, ethereal eyes magnified every emotion I was feeling, especially the numbing pleasure and drew me in with their irresistible enchantment.

"Is this what you wanted, Marosa?" His jaw clenched as he fastened his pace, his dark eyes still piecing into mine, he took me to places I had ever been too.

I had never known such pleasure.

I was so close.

I could feel a massive orgasmic wave nearing and I knew it in my bones that it was going to be so powerful, it was going to numb my mind, rock up my entire world and knock me out.

I was so close.

My loud moans resonated as screams of brutal pleasure and mixed with his beastly growls and groans which were a constant reminder that I was in the arms of a Beast. I knew that he was also close, he was going to release his hot load into me and flood my womb. The thought alone almost made me squirt my juices all over me.

A prickling sensation attacked my back and the plunging force made her feel like I was going to rupture in half - he was destroying me. I was so close.

My wet lips once again fell, droplets of water trickling down my face,her bottom lip quivered as my walls spasmed, every bit of muscle in my body seemed to contract and my entire body shook. "Y-yes...this is what I've always wanted." I yelled to him, losing myself to an enrapturing, gratifying, unknown pleasure.

"You are mine Marosa and now that I have found you again, I will never let you go." He declared so powerfully, I knew that I was bound to him forever.

"I have marked your body, now I must have your soul. Your death will grant us an eternity together." So abruptly my body swung forward and his hand descended upon my neck with the swiftness of a striking cobra and clutched it tightly and he drove my head into the wall with enough force to leave me seeing the Milky Way. I couldn't breathe, the intention was to kill me but I didn't want him to stop. A thunderous roar racked the atmosphere as he expelled his load into me and my neck snapped-

And that's when I came: my muscles contracted, my knees buckled, my walls clenched, my chest tightened, an internal upward force pulled at me and I heaved, standing on my tipie toes and leaning into the wall for support as I rode the massive orgasmic wave and released my juices onto my fingers. My mind was a bit hazy, I didn't even know how I had gotten to this point. I do have a very vivid imagination, but my mind couldn't have engineered that extraordinarily vivid fantasy- it was too real, every moment, every breath taken was too tangible, like everything was happening right before my eyes…. Like it was happening to me.

Now I am in the deep end, I just had the biggest orgasm of my life fantasizing about shower sex with my step-father!

I was confused and mortified, but nonetheless still hot, internally alight.

I quickly finished up the shower and by the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I had forgiven myself for giving in and convinced myself that this was never going to happen again or go any further.

It's not my fault that I'm feeling this way, it is not my fault he is attracted to me or whatever that's going on with him and it is certainly not my fault that the man of transcendent, otherworldly beauty and sexiness I happen to find extremely hot also happens to be my mother's husband.

Before I could lotion my body and get ready for bed, I realized that I had left my phone in the kitchen, much to my annoyance and dread. I can't sleep before texting Jun and reading my favorite novels, so as much as I didn't want to leave my room and expose myself to all sorts of possibilities; I had to drag myself out of the room and go to the very place that almost made me commit the ultimate sin.

I was treading carefully, praying not to run into my mother or worse, her Hellish, handsome Devil husband- but I am a bit familiar with my father's routine, I know that at these times on this day of the week, the Devil is usually in the upper chambers on the sacred uppermost floor of his palace. The upper chambers are strictly forbidden, only he has access to them and I do not want to know what the fuck he does in there and why he only goes there in the middle of the night.

I minced to the kitchen and was very relieved when I successfully seized my cell without any painfully awkward interactions and I made the trip back to my room with more confidence.

That is, until I took the corner to the hallway and I spotted the last person or should I say, the last supernatural entity I wanted to see, approaching. He does not walk like a normal man, no! His gait is as noble and as powerful as his dark aura, giving him the motion of a stealthy predator on the prowl. My stare was downcast and I was fisting my towel tightly so it does not fall as I overexerted my mind devising a strategy that will guarantee as little interaction as possible between me and him. I could feel those satanic eyes burning into my flesh and I knew that in a matter of seconds we were going to walk past each other and I was going to have to acknowledge him.

When I finally lifted my eyes from my feet, I was shocked to see that he was only like three feet away and his body had tilted a bit, making me aware that he was not going straight ahead. Before I could even ask myself what he could possibly have in mind, I found myself backing away like timid prey as step by step he stalked closer, nearing with this dangerous look in his eyes, until my back hit the wall and he had me cornered. I pinned myself to the wall, balling up my hands as his clothed body grazed mine and his scent immediately overwhelmed me.

"I still have to punish you," he uttered in the most heavenly diabolical voice- if that even makes any sense, his piercing eyes and his voice were already enough punishment, "I do not want you to ever forget that you are mine." Then he introduced a tantalizing finger to my skin, ran it along my jawline like I was some porcelain doll or a priced possession. "The Devil always gets what he wants, don't you ever forget that, are we clear, sweetheart?"

I instantly nodded my head and struggled with a twisted tongue. "Y-y-yes daddy." When he purred deeply and his lips twitched, I knew that he was satisfied with my response and my docile demeanor.

"You are of age, a woman in every sense. You are finally the woman I knew you would grow up to be. I have been waiting for thousands and thousands of years, when the time comes, I will not hesitate to claim what is mine." Two of his fingers slipped under my chin after he placed that bold, indisputable, frightening declaration and he tilted my head up, forcing me to look at him dead in the eyes.

Then he leaned in, his face descended upon mine and my chest was engulfed in flames, my heart was going at a million beats per minute as I braced myself for a torrid kiss from him- but he only pressed his lips on my cheek and gave me a surprisingly chaste kiss before drawing his head back. "Good night, my liloco."

My lips trembled when I had to produce an answer and I don't even know how I managed to speak. "G- good night daddy."

I exhaled deeply a couple of times after he walked away, it was like I was drawing in my first drafts of air after holding my breath past my limit. After that I did not waste time, I made a dash for my bedroom, moisturized my body, put on an oversized shirt and slipped under the covers. I texted Jun, but I decided to go to sleep without getting my daily dose of panty dampening erotica because my thoughts had strayed completely and taken a tantalizing turn.

"Lights off." I sank into the light blankets as the soothing darkness welcomed me.

"Stop thinking about him." I upbraided myself for being unable to go two seconds before seeing his face pop up in my mind. The Devil… I am so terrified of him, and that is an extremely bad thing because now I'm realizing that that's what draws me to him even more; his terrifying nature makes him even more sexy.

Although I could not fully admit it to myself without feeling like the biggest slut there is; I wanted him to kiss me… on the lips…. Even just a little bit… I thought I could force myself to sleep before I become absorbed by another lucid fantasy, but just like last time, when I was just close to getting there; I was interrupted: by my mother.

Her light footfalls distracted me from my thoughts, I had almost been entirely swerved from that thought path when she sat next to me and her hand tugged at my covers. The lights went on and I peeked out of the covers with squinted eyes and a scrunched up face like a vampire who accidentally stepped into the blazing sun for a second and she offered me a rare austere look which had me thinking that she was going to reprimand me harshly and I will just have to lie down and brook it all.

"Nessa…" She cleared her throat, sounding more nervous and encumbered than her expression was leading on. "You are no longer a little girl…my little girl..." she paused and sighed heavily, further harvesting my nerves. "Rabella, I need you to tell me what you remember."

I corrugated my brows in confusion at her ambiguous, confounding request. "What I remember?"

It seemed she needed to emit puffs of air preparatory to speaking each time. "Yes, my love, how much of your past do you remember? Some memories, events, actions must be coming back to you and I know that right now they do not make sense, but I promise you, once you let me know and I explain everything to you, you will have more clarity. You do not have to be afraid, my love, this is your fate and I do not like it either, but we must accept. I will be here for you."

My frown deepened as I tried to piece together understanding from her vague words. "What are you talking about mom?"

"What do you remember? Do you know why we are here?"

I sat up because I thought more upright posture will help make sense of this hazy, consternating conversation, but nope, I had not a single inkling where this was heading. "To answer your first question, I don't know what you want me to remember and to answer your second one, we are here because you decided to marry the Devil of Bervon and he decided to overthrow the government and now we are his property."

"Why are you looking at me like that, mom?" She was giving me this unnerving stare, like she knew something horrendously life altering and pitied me for being so oblivious to that fact. "What is going on? What are you not telling me?"

"Just try to remember, my love, it is very important and absolutely necessary that you do. You have to unlock those memories and tap into them, we don't have much time, you have to remember your destiny."

"What is this destiny? Daddy mentioned something like that as well, what are you people not telling me?" Now I was very apprehensive, it is not hidden in any manner that the Monaléz mansion shelters the largest, darkest of skeletons, and this has never bothered me, but it appears a very big secret is being kept from me and that unsettles me greatly.

"Everything will all make sense soon. Good night, my love." With that she gave me a small peck on the lips and left my room.

What the fuck is going on?