XVI · Take It All

🎧 Red Room by Bryce Savage

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I never thought I would found myself in a situation where I would be fucked by a enormous shadow cock, and if you told me this would happen to me, three days ago, I would have laughed at your face, and told you to stop your possible habit of reading weird dark smut romances.

And fuck if it doesn't feel good. If when I was with copycat I used to think that he was big, cock-wise, and was making me feel good for that one minute and something in which he fucked me, I was profoundly wrong. Ah, how wrong I was, Juan Sanchez got nothing on Dorian's shadow cock, now I get why he felt so offended when I said I thought the copycat was in fact him, when it wasn't, because now I get it.

Now, pinned under Dorian's half naked body, caught under his dark eyes still with the veins around it blackening like mouse caught up in the trap of a cat, unable to move as he manipulates his magic to fuck me like I never even phantom to be possible in my dirtiest dreams, I see that no one will ever get anywhere near to what he is. And I may not know what he is exactly, but I know that he's different, that he's what many dream of being.

He thrusted his magic into me, making my eyes rolled so hard.

At this point, I think I might my roll back and stay like that, not that that would stop him from forcing what he want out of me. And I may be hallucinating with the pleasure that's pinning down the very foundation of my bones, but there's something torturing my tits… shadow fingers… not just shadow fingers but experienced ones. Touching me so well, knowing precisely where to pinch and how, that it got me arching my back and my legs nearly convulsing trying to move against his unmoving legs.

"Do…Dorian… please," I cried, overwhelmed, not even knowing what I'm asking for. "I… I need you…"

He inhaled me deeply like a drug, and as he closed his eyes, more veins darkened around his eyes, nearly forming a mask around them. "This is me, cherryling," his voice was primal, gutural, edgy. "This is all that is possible for me to give you," at each word his voice grew rougher, and with it, the shadow cock thrusted hard in me, aggressively deeper.

But only when he clenched his jaw, fangs flashing, did I realize that it was just him manipulating the magic, as every move of it was of his own effort. I realized that he may not be fucking me with his actual cock, but he is fucking me, those thrusts that are growing rougher and aggressive at each second, going harder and deeper, are his, it's all him. That knowledge made my vision blacken, white dots blinking at me, it made me more turned on, and I felt my pussy widening more to take all that he was giving me.

And as I closed my eyes and stopped holding back, as I thought it wasn't him but more like a magical toy before, I imagined him, I imagined that it was him inside me, his actual cock, and that made my core shake. "Kiss… kiss me," I begged, tears still rolling down my closed eyes, "k-kiss me… please, Dorian… kiss me, I need," he silenced me with his lips.

Dorian didn't press his body on mine, he kept the distance, as if not doing that would make him snap whatever control he had left, bringing his free hand to join the other in pinning my wrists together above me, his lips pressed harder on mine, yearning in a way one would if their life was at the stake. But that was all I needed, to feel his lips on mine, and with my eyes closed, I imagined him on me, I imagined his hands on my tits like before, and lifting my hips I rocked them against his cock.

"I…" I huffed against his lips, "feel something building…"

"So beautifully responsive," he growled against my lips, bringing his lips to my jaw, thrusting his cock deeper into me. "It's close, I can taste it in the air… but it ain't there yet, my cherryling," his voice was possessive.

When I felt another shadow hand added in the equation, this time going to my pussy and torturing my clit with it's experienced fingers, as he tortured my tits harder and spanked my pussy with his cock, I felt like my soul was about to leave my fucking body. A scream left my lips and my head fell back, crying louder, moaning like a little slut. I never thought I'd be like this in bed, but he awakens this part of me, and I don't even feel the least ashamed about it.

It feels… forbidden but right, addicting and fateful, like all this was supposed to happen, with the lethal danger and the inhibitions. It feels like I was supposed to have been down in the Vault of Secrets when I was, that I was supposed to activate Sera and be thrown in Auradoom when I was, that I was right in picking the my job, in picking the Storm Kingdom and going through what I did, that I was supposed to kill the copycat.

Dorian makes me feel like he's both wrong and right. That meeting him marked the fateful ending of my life as the endlessly clueless and naïve Hesperia who thought she was a human and the misfit wallflower daughter of the famous and mysteryous game architect Sean Scott sur Mer. But also the beginning of my life as the void dweller Hesperia, daughter of the Dark One, with an uncertain future and a dangerous mission in Auradoom.

I tried running from every trouble that came my way as a human, I tried running from this, but my curiosity brought me here. I ran away from the Storm Kingdom because I accidentally killed copycat, who was faking to be Dorian, and I came to the Underwater Temple believing that it would be safer, that I would stay out of the reach of the tower dwellers.

But where did that brought me? Right into Dorian Kiatos' arms. He who was the only person who could possibly understand me, who would be able to understand my father who was his master for more than four hundred of years, and who would be able to enlighten me about so many things I had been questioning myself about and didn't know why. The only person alive who would be able to tell me more about my mysteryous crazy dad.

Our meeting was so fated, that I happened to cross paths with him when he most needed someone who could teleport him out of this place, but that aside from that, he needed his notebook with the instructions he's been lacking for three months, that I only got my hands on because I killed the copycat. Me, who's his master daughter, the only one who can translate his tattoos, who can help him get the answers he has also been craving for ages.

Dad used to tell me that nothing happens without a reason, he told me our stories were written in destiny, and that no matter how we try to run from them, no matter if we don't understand why they happen or if we don't like them, we will find ourselves in that road again, because that's where we are supposed to be.

Coincidences don't exist, they are merely tips that destiny leaves behind to try to enlighten us about what awaits for us in the other side.