Blinding Anger

All the while, Rom stormed inside the chamber where Edýia was eating her stone-cold breakfast. Rom braced himself against the door, huffing. Still seething after the exchange between him, Maya and Dakran had done nothing but fuel his already blinding anger. He hoped that Maya would see things his way, but he couldn't be more wrong. Rom turned around to Edýia, who just looked at him worried but curious.

Edýia placed the spoon back on the plate and stood up from her seat at the table, " Rom" she softly called as she strode towards him, scrutinizing him from head to toe. Fully aware that something was off with him.

" Are you alright?" she reached for his hands in an attempt to comfort him but in that instant, his mind was spiralling out of control. Dakran's words echoed in his head, and for a moment he shifted his attention onto Edýia, wanting to know which of the disturbing practices had taken root in her.

" Which one?" Rom hissed through gritted teeth, pulling his hand away, and Edýia frowned, muddled.

" Which one what?" she threw back the question in the same gentle tone. Careful not to brush him the wrong way, he seemed enraged enough, and she didn't want to add to that.

" Dakran said that Haren had tried to instil practices of the old religion in you. " Rom paused, scrubbing his face in an attempt to level himself " So, which one ?" Rom hissed again, grabbed her shoulder, and shook her. It was clear as day that he was furious, and it seemed that Dakran had shared some insight into old religion.

Edýia closed her eyes, as the reasoning behind his question was finally made clear " None" she stammered, crossing her arms over her chest. Curiosity was slowly being replaced by apprehension. Rom thought the worst when it came to certain things. An admission would make things worse, so lying was the only choice.

" You're lying. Dakran said, one took root. So which one of the much filth, they teach, took root?" Rom squeezed her shoulder hard enough to hurt, his expression darkened, nostrils flaring, huffing, struggling to mask his disdain and revulsion.

" None" Edýia stammered again, and Rom pulled her nose to nose, staring into her eyes, searching for the smallest clue that she was disingenuous. Frightened, pinned under his punitive gaze. Edýia gulped and waited for Rom to say something, but he remained silent. For a brief moment, Rom believed Edýia, was telling the truth but the intrusive thoughts about the despicable ways of the old religion, slowly but surely began devolving into gruesome and grotesque images of men, doing things that he wouldn't even dare put into words.

Edýia unfolded her arms and cradled his face with shaking hands, fearful of him. Her soft lips brushed against his, and once again the noise in his head quietened, at her soothing touch. Reason reigned once more. He found it hard to believe that an innocent creature such as Edýia would condone such depravity. As she deepened the kiss, and pressed him against the door with her warm, inviting curves, he felt all the anger slip away, replaced by the bliss of the pleasure he'd only known in her arms. The relief was instant, and he allowed himself to soar on the highs she was taking him. As her hands caressed his body and slipped into the waistband of his trousers. Edýia's soft moans, caught in the kiss, and her hand wrapped around his cock made everything fade into nothingness. She unbuttoned his trousers as she pulled away from the kiss, and lowered herself onto her knees before him, as she rubbed him off. Rom fisted his hair with both his hands when she sucked on his balls, and licked him from the hilt to the tip, groaning in pleasure, and panting.

" Fuck, Edýia" Rom moaned louder when she swallowed his cock to the hilt and sucked in his tip as she pulled away.

Deftly, and hungry Edýia took him into her warm mouth, while her soft full lips glided along his length, her tongue swirled and licked him. Being with her felt good, sharing a bed with her and making love to her was beyond anything he thought he would experience. His nagging thoughts returned in full force at his unanswered question. Which one? Edýia was forward about what she wanted, she'd always be the one to entice him. Rom pulled his cock out of her mouth leaving Edýia stumped, baffled when it dawned on him. Whenever he was in a sour mood, Edýia would appease him by offering herself to him. Any other day wasn't a bad thing but that day was the worst, mostly because those words wouldn't cease echoing in his head. And the ember of anger, that she had smothered, ignited once more, furiously burning inside him.

Rom forcefully grabbed her arm and pulled her up before him " Is this what you want?" Rom pushed himself off the door and pinned her instead, with his chest pressed against her back.

" I don't understand?" her voice faltered " No" she added when Rom ripped her nightgown off her. With no clue what Dakran had revealed to him about the practices. She now knew that Rom had made a clear image in his head about what it meant.

" You like me to treat you like a bitch" Rom hissed, forcefully thrusting himself into her, making Edýia groan in pain. Her blood froze at those, words. Rom had never spoken to her in such ways or acted in such a ghastly manner.

"No "Edýia groaned again when he pummeled into her, mercilessly, with wickedness. And the pain faded in comparison with the pang of sorrow that unfurled and spread in her heart. At the realisation of what he was doing, the tears that she'd been holding back, came through, streaking her face.

" No, Rom" Edýia pleaded " Stop" Edýia grunted " Please, it hurts" she pleaded again between sobs as he continued to slam into her harder, while Edya sobbed pressed against the door and turned quiet when Rom stopped and pulled out.

" Is this to your liking?" Rom asked disgustedly as he pulled his trousers up, and dressed.

Edýia remained silent while Rom awaited an answer that would never come.

" I'm done with you for today" Rom coldly said as he peeled her off the door just to move her out of the way, just so he could get out.

Edýia crossed her arms over her chest, silent as Rom threw her another glance before he walked out of the door. Edýia watched Rom disappear through the door, broken, and only took her eyes off the door when blood began trickling down her legs, pooling at her feet. Shattered, and humiliated by the man she adored, Edýia crumpled on the floor in her own blood, as her senses numbed along with her soul.