CrystalLight
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"Don't push me."
The words still slammed into my mind as I rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and stripping my t-shirt off. Padding down the hallway to the bathroom, I glance at my reflection; black eyeliner was plastered down my face and my eyeshadow somehow managed to make it's way up to my forehead.
Yeah, I look like a winner.
Brushing my teeth and returning to my room, I make haste of wiping off and reapplying my makeup. I need to hurry, I am not sure why, but I have to.
"Don't push me."
Shaking the warning from my head, I pick up my brush and quickly comb the snarls out of my hair, cursing as I get caught up in a particularly rough knot. Flinging open my drawers I sift through the piles of clothes, I never bother with folding, I'm not the neatest person and I could care less.
Propping my hand on my bare hip I observe the mass array of colors and fabrics. Blues, blacks, oranges, reds and even some pink. I was in a hurry, but I still want to look somewhat decent. I'm not sure why, but I do.
"Don't push ME."
Frowning, I pull out a black tank and slide it over my head. Grabbing a pair of my favorite, albeit tattered blue jeans and sliding them over my hips, I turn to head downstairs and walk right into a wall of man.
Clothed in a black dress shirt, crimson red buttons with what looked like the letter "K" were nestled in each nook and holding the sleeves just high enough to show off a set of strong wrists. His skin was pale enough that his dark attire produced a startling contrast. What seemed to bring everything together was his hair; dark, long and pulled back into a ponytail. He was attractive and I couldn't help acknowledging that feeling despite the circumstance.
Opening my mouth to scream, I suck in a gasp as the stranger slams his hand over my mouth, bending me slightly at the hip and rushing me against the wall, his breath hot in my ear as I buckle my knees, shaking with shock and something else...
Rage.
"I always loved these jeans on you, dear. Good choice." Forcing my head up, I bite hard into his palm, enjoying his growl as he releases his grasp, pushing me away roughly and glaring hard as his eyes flashed dark.
"I told you not to push me."
Blinking slowly, I choke on my gasp and back up. "Who are you? Who the fuck are you and why are you here?" Hugging the corner of the wall, I clench my eyes shut and open them slowly, no luck. This couldn't be real.
"Who am I?" He chuckled, rubbing a finger over his palm and stepping closer to me. His actions were nonchalant and calm, his blue eyes burning into my own and a smile causing him to reveal a set of straight white teeth, razor sharp incisors gleaming in such a way to cause his eyes to brighten considerably.
"Does it matter who I am, ma peu de déesse du feu?" His French was flawless, rolling eloquently off of his tongue. I struggled to make sense of the words, but could only come up with 'of fire'. The shock of this man entering my room so casually as if this was his house and I was a visitor, made my natural walls of defense crack and crumble.
His movements were now ceased entirely as he trailed his eyes from my bare feet, up and over my body, setting to rest on my eyes. His ministration was intrusive and erotic, as if he was stripping me nude in an agonizingly slow manner. Shivering, I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes, "Of course it matters. It's not everyday some random fucking stranger dressed in a Halloween costume comes into my home."
Amusement flickered briefly in his eyes as he broke the distance separating us and placed his hand on the wall right next to my head, dipping his mouth close to my ear. I held my breath, readying to absorb each word. He smelled faintly of musk, comforting and masculine. I couldn't stop evaluating his physical appearance, it was a vice that held me tight.
Dropping his cadence into such a way that I felt my head tipping towards his mouth, the silk tone causing a warmth to stir in my body. His breath was hot against my neck as he murmured softly, "I've been watching you for quite some time, dear. Only now have I decided to make my move and take you for my own."
The spell that his voice had over me broke as I registered the information. Roughly pushing him backwards, I fumbled with the doorknob, my voice shaking uncontrollably as I looked over my shoulder, watching as he folded his arms over his chest, quietly observing my movements. Glaring, I returned my attention to the doorknob, pulling at it and cursing loudly.
"What the fuck?!"
"It's locked, chéri. Must you make every little thing so difficult?"
His hand clasped over mine, his index finger tracing my wrist as I shivered involuntarily. I barely had enough time to breathe before he had his arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me off to the ground and walking towards the bed, ignoring my loud howling and absorbing each kick and punch that I deployed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! WHO ARE YOU!? What is GOING ON!?" I hissed loudly as we collapsed onto the bed. Although he had a slim build he was a lot stronger then I had anticipated and easily held my wrists with one hand, slamming them over my head as he settled astride my hips. The weight of his body above mine should have angered me, but it didn't. There was almost an aura about this strange man that coaxed me in.
His eyes remained hard, boring deep into mine. He never smiled, but somehow I could tell that he was amused by my actions, which only frustrated me further. "You demand so much in such a small period of time, peu de feu. We will have much time to discuss what this all is. However, for now I can offer you a small piece. I did give you quite a startle, it's the least I can do."
Cocking his head to the side and loosening his grip on my wrists, he settled back and smoothed my shirt back down as it had become tangled in my struggles. I tried to ignore the flush building slowly as his hand lingered on my abdomen before returning to grasp my wrists again.
"My name is Kaevan Santi. I am one of the two remaining elders in my clan, my older brother, Gaelan is the other." He paused as if to gauge my reaction, I kept my face as stoic as I could, my mind racing to try and make sense of all of this information. A clan? This is something out of a movie, it's got to be.
Shifting his hips, Kaevan released his hold on my wrists and rested both his hands back atop my abdomen, causing me to tense and suck in a shaky breath. Try as I might, I just couldn't break this almost iridescent arousal spreading through me. I opened my mouth to respond, clenching my lips together as the next set of words out of his mouth took my breath away.
"No, this is not a movie. This is very much real, if it were so fake then why can I feel how aroused you are becoming? Would you like to know more or shall I continue to tell you all about how easy it would be for me to make you cum with nary a touch?"
Gasping I tried to pull my body upwards, groaning inwardly as he pressed his hips against mine, curling his feet against my legs and rubbing them gently. "You seek what I have, chéri. You wander around with such a.. defiance, such a personality to have for one who truly desires to submit to the one that can close your barriers down by simply using their mind alone."
Pressing his feet so they rested flat against the sides of my legs, Kaevan set his hands on either side of my body and leaned down, causing me to reflexively shrink further into the blankets.
"You will listen to me now. I am not going to harm you and I am not going to allow you to be harmed. I've been watching you since your 20th birthday, you've carried a submissive potential for a length of time. One that is quite different from what is of the norm these days and days of past." Searching my eyes, he brought one hand up to hover over my quivering lips and slowly trailed his finger over them as if to quell any bouts of hysteria from exploding out.
"B...but.." I began, enjoying the feeling of his hips laying against mine. I couldn't help but imagine how he would fuck me, my initial shock beginning to wear off and take form of solid curiosity. I needed answers, this was so far off from what I was used to. Having my comfort zone broken into caused much of my ammunition to vanish and I'm left with a scramble to re-establish.
"No. I am not finished, you may ask of me all you wish when I am done." He cut me off with a look, his eyes gave no more read of his emotions and only stirred more warmth deep into me. Gently he clasped my hand, splaying each finger one at a time and circling the pad of his pointer finger from my palm to my wrist, repeating the motion with a slow deliberateness as if to study my response. I war with my mind as my body gives into the act and a whimper escapes my mouth, I clench my eyes shut briefly and cry out loudly as he suddenly stops and grips my wrist firmly.
"We have only just met but yet you desire me. This confuses you, does it not?"
I nodded, remaining quiet despite my agonizing need to scream.
"Although you have been unable to see me or have any means of direct communication with me, we still have forged a form of a relationship. I've trained you in very small pieces from afar and you've responded to each message I've sent you."
"Think back a week, was there a time when you were unable to cum despite your heated arousal? That was me. You had disrespected a man of obvious Dominant stature and needed to be punished."
Flushing deeply, I choked a gasp as I remembered exactly what was being relayed to me. I enjoyed challenging those I feel who hold an ideal of Dominance, I test to see if I can push into their own walls. This particular man had not and the the almost painful feeling of my inability to release still slammed around in my head. The revealing as to why only made my face burn hotter.
"Ah, I see you do remember. It is time that I teach you face to face, you will belong to me and are already bound by your desire to be taught and taken care of. This is a path that will not be easy for you to travel, you must realize this now. There is also no way of removing yourself from it, you have been mine since I began watching you and try as you will, there will be no other way to escape this. Do you understand?"
"I...I..can't...this isn't.. h..h..ow.."
I tripped over my words, the impact of his proposal creating a volatile mixture of confusion, resistance and strangest of all; need. He was right, I had never seen him but he was so clearly there that this meeting wasn't as foreign as initially perceived. He knew that his touch had brought up a urge in me, an obvious desire to be taken by him. His statements brought forth no instant feelings of abhorrence, if anything they piqued an almost insatiable hunger to see what else was to lie ahead and also what I could give to make it happen.
I hesitated mid thought as a realization dawned. Kaevan had almost clearly read my thoughts when I attempted to convince myself this was something from out of a movie, what if he had simply plugged these feelings into my head by his own accord?
"You did that!" I glared, fighting to not reveal my own doubt in the accusation.
"No, I did not. Those feelings were constructed by you, yourself. I told you, I am not going to harm you and if I felt you were not capable I would have never made myself visible to you. All applied lessons and triggers would have been disabled and you would have gone back to your life of mediocre confusion."
"I do not live a life of mediocrity!" I began, my eyes flashing with anger, I was tense and ready to battle now. I wasn't going to allow him to think that I dared to expose forms of true confusion towards anything. I tipped my head up defiantly, opening my mouth to unload on him.
"You mother fu--"
As if sensing my building hostility Kaevan spread his body over mine, his weight providing a feeling of heated Dominance and lust. Grabbing my wrists he held them against my chest and pressed into me to prevent further struggling on my part, sweeping his mouth down he began trailing his lips slowly across my neck. His breath was hot and his lips were cool, the mixture causing me to curl into his mouth as my loud gasps created an almost symphonic sound in comparison to the quiet of the house.
Angling his mouth to my ear, his breathing steady and even despite the eroticism of the moment; Kaevan murmured softly, "You will be mine, I will take you as my own and no one else's. You will devote yourself in your own way and under my guidance and rule. And only mine. Do you understand me?" He gripped onto my waist and eased off of my body, pressing my hips against his pelvis to make me feel his obvious arousal.
"I..I.."
"You desire me as much as I do you, mon cher. Accept that."
"Y...y...ou..but..you..I.."
Kaevan sighed, guiding his mouth down my abdomen and using his teeth to raise my shirt. "I what?" He began kissing a path, circling his soft tongue around my hips and blowing gently at the path, squeezing my hips as I trembled, my chest heaving and my tongue thick with empty threats and untrue statements of resistance.
"I...a...a.." I began, cursing my stammering and fighting to push away the feeling of his hard arousal rubbing against the thin material of my jeans.
"I Accept." I gasped as emotions of mixed terror and elation battled with each other.
Sitting up, Kaevan began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing a solid body that was strong without the bulging muscles, he was filled in the areas that mattered and a faintly visible scar was located across his chest. His skin was pale, but not sickly and he had no body hair, there was a beauty derived from all that masculinity that made my breath catch in my throat. As I reached out to trace his scar with my finger, I looked up at him, confusion etched in my face.
"It's nothing, chéri. All in time. Now, let me look at you." He guided his hands down to my shirt, slowly pulling it over my head and causing my pert breasts to spill forth. Tan areolas offering an odd contrast against my pink nipples. I shivered and tried to cover my hands over my chest, only to have them brushed away, Kaevan murmuring as he did so, "No, I want to see all of you."
Placing his hand against the middle of my chest and pressing down he used his other hand to unbutton my jeans, slowly sliding them over my hips and adjusting his body to pull them away from my ankles, disposing them onto the floor and returning his gaze to my body. I trembled under his gaze, unaware of his impression as he kept his eyes passive and alert to what felt like each breath that I released.
"Très le gentil et cher. This is nice." He murmured as he caressed the soft black material of my panties eliciting a soft moan as I squirmed slightly, my core was becoming slick with each passing minute. I watched as he curled his fingers along the fabric and trembled as he pressed his mouth against my bare mound, moving his mouth down as each inch of skin is exposed to leave me naked and vulnerable to any act of his choice.
The idea alone seeped new waves of arousal through me. Kaevan was still unknown by face but has been guiding by silent force and for that I couldn't help but trust him.
Moving his mouth to the side, he held his lips against my quivering thigh and traced his finger over the slit of my soaked pussy, parting my lips and rubbing slowly against my throbbing clit. He watched me as he did such, his blue eyes darkening to a navy as I tipped my head back and cried out loudly, grasping handfuls of blanket tightly into my clenching fists. He never ceased the caress, beginning to adjust it to several slow circles which made me rock my hips upward and whimper.
Pausing to allow me a brief reprieve only to swirl erratic, tight circles around my clit, his touch was almost a familiar one, as if he had explored my body before.
"You've earned this, peu de feu."
Gasping, I shuddered as he removed his finger and watched as he took his time to sit up and slide backwards off the bed, enjoying the way his body moved and flowed in an almost eloquent fashion. Unclasping his pants and sliding them down his body he revealed himself to me, standing in such a way that showed he was not fazed to being nude almost as if he's been doing it forever.
"Kaevan..." I breathed, leaning forward and looking up at him. He nodded, knowing without my asking.
"Yes." Was his only response as I sat up, running my hands over the smooth expanse of his body and staring up at him. His long hair had somehow became tousled and framed his face. The black of his hair, the blue of his eyes and the white of his skin providing in such a manner that I couldn't look away.
"Beautiful." I murmured, kissing his chest as a hunger to taste every inch of him began to encompass my body. Laying my palm flat against his erection I began to slowly caress the soft skin, gliding my fingers over the tip and firmly massaging his shaft, enjoying the throbbing sensation as it beat against my hand.
Glancing upwards I watched as he closed his eyes, parting his lips and breathing outwards heavily, clearly enjoying the feeling of my hands working his cock over. Working with a slow stroking motion, I cupped my other hand underneath his genitals, letting him feel my skin gently rubbing against his own. Lost in touching him, I began to de-focus on all around me until his voice snapped me back to front.
"Enough." He commanded, his voice husky with arousal. Releasing my grasp on him, I sat back up and gasped as he pushed me backwards, parting my legs and climbing above me. Clasping my wrists he rose them above my head, holding tight as he guided his cock into my soaking pussy, growling as I tightened instinctively around his length, massaging him as he pushed deep inside of me and grinding his hips slowly.
"Look at me. You will cum only by holding my eyes. You break it and you will not release." He pulled back slowly, staring hard into my eyes as I lifted my hips up and met each of his powerful thrusts with a breathy moan. My body was quaking helplessly as our bodies meshed in a power struggle, me seeking to be taken and he asserting his building hold on me.
Feeling my release becoming imminent I fought to not look away, his warning barreling hard into me. Forcing my eyes on his and opening my mouth to scream as I felt him expand inside of me, our orgasms close to breaking free.
Kaevan held deep inside of me as I came, crying out as my body spasmed up into his, my eyes growing larger as his own eyes widened, changing to a piercing blue. Baring his teeth, he revealed a set of expanding fangs.
Struggling against his grip on my arms, I screamed loudly still cumming as he let out a low, growling hiss and pierced his fangs deep into my neck.
And then everything went black.
The words still slammed into my mind as I rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and stripping my t-shirt off. Padding down the hallway to the bathroom, I glance at my reflection; black eyeliner was plastered down my face and my eyeshadow somehow managed to make it's way up to my forehead.
Yeah, I look like a winner.
Brushing my teeth and returning to my room, I make haste of wiping off and reapplying my makeup. I need to hurry, I am not sure why, but I have to.
"Don't push me."
Shaking the warning from my head, I pick up my brush and quickly comb the snarls out of my hair, cursing as I get caught up in a particularly rough knot. Flinging open my drawers I sift through the piles of clothes, I never bother with folding, I'm not the neatest person and I could care less.
Propping my hand on my bare hip I observe the mass array of colors and fabrics. Blues, blacks, oranges, reds and even some pink. I was in a hurry, but I still want to look somewhat decent. I'm not sure why, but I do.
"Don't push ME."
Frowning, I pull out a black tank and slide it over my head. Grabbing a pair of my favorite, albeit tattered blue jeans and sliding them over my hips, I turn to head downstairs and walk right into a wall of man.
Clothed in a black dress shirt, crimson red buttons with what looked like the letter "K" were nestled in each nook and holding the sleeves just high enough to show off a set of strong wrists. His skin was pale enough that his dark attire produced a startling contrast. What seemed to bring everything together was his hair; dark, long and pulled back into a ponytail. He was attractive and I couldn't help acknowledging that feeling despite the circumstance.
Opening my mouth to scream, I suck in a gasp as the stranger slams his hand over my mouth, bending me slightly at the hip and rushing me against the wall, his breath hot in my ear as I buckle my knees, shaking with shock and something else...
Rage.
"I always loved these jeans on you, dear. Good choice." Forcing my head up, I bite hard into his palm, enjoying his growl as he releases his grasp, pushing me away roughly and glaring hard as his eyes flashed dark.
"I told you not to push me."
Blinking slowly, I choke on my gasp and back up. "Who are you? Who the fuck are you and why are you here?" Hugging the corner of the wall, I clench my eyes shut and open them slowly, no luck. This couldn't be real.
"Who am I?" He chuckled, rubbing a finger over his palm and stepping closer to me. His actions were nonchalant and calm, his blue eyes burning into my own and a smile causing him to reveal a set of straight white teeth, razor sharp incisors gleaming in such a way to cause his eyes to brighten considerably.
"Does it matter who I am, ma peu de déesse du feu?" His French was flawless, rolling eloquently off of his tongue. I struggled to make sense of the words, but could only come up with 'of fire'. The shock of this man entering my room so casually as if this was his house and I was a visitor, made my natural walls of defense crack and crumble.
His movements were now ceased entirely as he trailed his eyes from my bare feet, up and over my body, setting to rest on my eyes. His ministration was intrusive and erotic, as if he was stripping me nude in an agonizingly slow manner. Shivering, I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes, "Of course it matters. It's not everyday some random fucking stranger dressed in a Halloween costume comes into my home."
Amusement flickered briefly in his eyes as he broke the distance separating us and placed his hand on the wall right next to my head, dipping his mouth close to my ear. I held my breath, readying to absorb each word. He smelled faintly of musk, comforting and masculine. I couldn't stop evaluating his physical appearance, it was a vice that held me tight.
Dropping his cadence into such a way that I felt my head tipping towards his mouth, the silk tone causing a warmth to stir in my body. His breath was hot against my neck as he murmured softly, "I've been watching you for quite some time, dear. Only now have I decided to make my move and take you for my own."
The spell that his voice had over me broke as I registered the information. Roughly pushing him backwards, I fumbled with the doorknob, my voice shaking uncontrollably as I looked over my shoulder, watching as he folded his arms over his chest, quietly observing my movements. Glaring, I returned my attention to the doorknob, pulling at it and cursing loudly.
"What the fuck?!"
"It's locked, chéri. Must you make every little thing so difficult?"
His hand clasped over mine, his index finger tracing my wrist as I shivered involuntarily. I barely had enough time to breathe before he had his arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me off to the ground and walking towards the bed, ignoring my loud howling and absorbing each kick and punch that I deployed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! WHO ARE YOU!? What is GOING ON!?" I hissed loudly as we collapsed onto the bed. Although he had a slim build he was a lot stronger then I had anticipated and easily held my wrists with one hand, slamming them over my head as he settled astride my hips. The weight of his body above mine should have angered me, but it didn't. There was almost an aura about this strange man that coaxed me in.
His eyes remained hard, boring deep into mine. He never smiled, but somehow I could tell that he was amused by my actions, which only frustrated me further. "You demand so much in such a small period of time, peu de feu. We will have much time to discuss what this all is. However, for now I can offer you a small piece. I did give you quite a startle, it's the least I can do."
Cocking his head to the side and loosening his grip on my wrists, he settled back and smoothed my shirt back down as it had become tangled in my struggles. I tried to ignore the flush building slowly as his hand lingered on my abdomen before returning to grasp my wrists again.
"My name is Kaevan Santi. I am one of the two remaining elders in my clan, my older brother, Gaelan is the other." He paused as if to gauge my reaction, I kept my face as stoic as I could, my mind racing to try and make sense of all of this information. A clan? This is something out of a movie, it's got to be.
Shifting his hips, Kaevan released his hold on my wrists and rested both his hands back atop my abdomen, causing me to tense and suck in a shaky breath. Try as I might, I just couldn't break this almost iridescent arousal spreading through me. I opened my mouth to respond, clenching my lips together as the next set of words out of his mouth took my breath away.
"No, this is not a movie. This is very much real, if it were so fake then why can I feel how aroused you are becoming? Would you like to know more or shall I continue to tell you all about how easy it would be for me to make you cum with nary a touch?"
Gasping I tried to pull my body upwards, groaning inwardly as he pressed his hips against mine, curling his feet against my legs and rubbing them gently. "You seek what I have, chéri. You wander around with such a.. defiance, such a personality to have for one who truly desires to submit to the one that can close your barriers down by simply using their mind alone."
Pressing his feet so they rested flat against the sides of my legs, Kaevan set his hands on either side of my body and leaned down, causing me to reflexively shrink further into the blankets.
"You will listen to me now. I am not going to harm you and I am not going to allow you to be harmed. I've been watching you since your 20th birthday, you've carried a submissive potential for a length of time. One that is quite different from what is of the norm these days and days of past." Searching my eyes, he brought one hand up to hover over my quivering lips and slowly trailed his finger over them as if to quell any bouts of hysteria from exploding out.
"B...but.." I began, enjoying the feeling of his hips laying against mine. I couldn't help but imagine how he would fuck me, my initial shock beginning to wear off and take form of solid curiosity. I needed answers, this was so far off from what I was used to. Having my comfort zone broken into caused much of my ammunition to vanish and I'm left with a scramble to re-establish.
"No. I am not finished, you may ask of me all you wish when I am done." He cut me off with a look, his eyes gave no more read of his emotions and only stirred more warmth deep into me. Gently he clasped my hand, splaying each finger one at a time and circling the pad of his pointer finger from my palm to my wrist, repeating the motion with a slow deliberateness as if to study my response. I war with my mind as my body gives into the act and a whimper escapes my mouth, I clench my eyes shut briefly and cry out loudly as he suddenly stops and grips my wrist firmly.
"We have only just met but yet you desire me. This confuses you, does it not?"
I nodded, remaining quiet despite my agonizing need to scream.
"Although you have been unable to see me or have any means of direct communication with me, we still have forged a form of a relationship. I've trained you in very small pieces from afar and you've responded to each message I've sent you."
"Think back a week, was there a time when you were unable to cum despite your heated arousal? That was me. You had disrespected a man of obvious Dominant stature and needed to be punished."
Flushing deeply, I choked a gasp as I remembered exactly what was being relayed to me. I enjoyed challenging those I feel who hold an ideal of Dominance, I test to see if I can push into their own walls. This particular man had not and the the almost painful feeling of my inability to release still slammed around in my head. The revealing as to why only made my face burn hotter.
"Ah, I see you do remember. It is time that I teach you face to face, you will belong to me and are already bound by your desire to be taught and taken care of. This is a path that will not be easy for you to travel, you must realize this now. There is also no way of removing yourself from it, you have been mine since I began watching you and try as you will, there will be no other way to escape this. Do you understand?"
"I...I..can't...this isn't.. h..h..ow.."
I tripped over my words, the impact of his proposal creating a volatile mixture of confusion, resistance and strangest of all; need. He was right, I had never seen him but he was so clearly there that this meeting wasn't as foreign as initially perceived. He knew that his touch had brought up a urge in me, an obvious desire to be taken by him. His statements brought forth no instant feelings of abhorrence, if anything they piqued an almost insatiable hunger to see what else was to lie ahead and also what I could give to make it happen.
I hesitated mid thought as a realization dawned. Kaevan had almost clearly read my thoughts when I attempted to convince myself this was something from out of a movie, what if he had simply plugged these feelings into my head by his own accord?
"You did that!" I glared, fighting to not reveal my own doubt in the accusation.
"No, I did not. Those feelings were constructed by you, yourself. I told you, I am not going to harm you and if I felt you were not capable I would have never made myself visible to you. All applied lessons and triggers would have been disabled and you would have gone back to your life of mediocre confusion."
"I do not live a life of mediocrity!" I began, my eyes flashing with anger, I was tense and ready to battle now. I wasn't going to allow him to think that I dared to expose forms of true confusion towards anything. I tipped my head up defiantly, opening my mouth to unload on him.
"You mother fu--"
As if sensing my building hostility Kaevan spread his body over mine, his weight providing a feeling of heated Dominance and lust. Grabbing my wrists he held them against my chest and pressed into me to prevent further struggling on my part, sweeping his mouth down he began trailing his lips slowly across my neck. His breath was hot and his lips were cool, the mixture causing me to curl into his mouth as my loud gasps created an almost symphonic sound in comparison to the quiet of the house.
Angling his mouth to my ear, his breathing steady and even despite the eroticism of the moment; Kaevan murmured softly, "You will be mine, I will take you as my own and no one else's. You will devote yourself in your own way and under my guidance and rule. And only mine. Do you understand me?" He gripped onto my waist and eased off of my body, pressing my hips against his pelvis to make me feel his obvious arousal.
"I..I.."
"You desire me as much as I do you, mon cher. Accept that."
"Y...y...ou..but..you..I.."
Kaevan sighed, guiding his mouth down my abdomen and using his teeth to raise my shirt. "I what?" He began kissing a path, circling his soft tongue around my hips and blowing gently at the path, squeezing my hips as I trembled, my chest heaving and my tongue thick with empty threats and untrue statements of resistance.
"I...a...a.." I began, cursing my stammering and fighting to push away the feeling of his hard arousal rubbing against the thin material of my jeans.
"I Accept." I gasped as emotions of mixed terror and elation battled with each other.
Sitting up, Kaevan began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing a solid body that was strong without the bulging muscles, he was filled in the areas that mattered and a faintly visible scar was located across his chest. His skin was pale, but not sickly and he had no body hair, there was a beauty derived from all that masculinity that made my breath catch in my throat. As I reached out to trace his scar with my finger, I looked up at him, confusion etched in my face.
"It's nothing, chéri. All in time. Now, let me look at you." He guided his hands down to my shirt, slowly pulling it over my head and causing my pert breasts to spill forth. Tan areolas offering an odd contrast against my pink nipples. I shivered and tried to cover my hands over my chest, only to have them brushed away, Kaevan murmuring as he did so, "No, I want to see all of you."
Placing his hand against the middle of my chest and pressing down he used his other hand to unbutton my jeans, slowly sliding them over my hips and adjusting his body to pull them away from my ankles, disposing them onto the floor and returning his gaze to my body. I trembled under his gaze, unaware of his impression as he kept his eyes passive and alert to what felt like each breath that I released.
"Très le gentil et cher. This is nice." He murmured as he caressed the soft black material of my panties eliciting a soft moan as I squirmed slightly, my core was becoming slick with each passing minute. I watched as he curled his fingers along the fabric and trembled as he pressed his mouth against my bare mound, moving his mouth down as each inch of skin is exposed to leave me naked and vulnerable to any act of his choice.
The idea alone seeped new waves of arousal through me. Kaevan was still unknown by face but has been guiding by silent force and for that I couldn't help but trust him.
Moving his mouth to the side, he held his lips against my quivering thigh and traced his finger over the slit of my soaked pussy, parting my lips and rubbing slowly against my throbbing clit. He watched me as he did such, his blue eyes darkening to a navy as I tipped my head back and cried out loudly, grasping handfuls of blanket tightly into my clenching fists. He never ceased the caress, beginning to adjust it to several slow circles which made me rock my hips upward and whimper.
Pausing to allow me a brief reprieve only to swirl erratic, tight circles around my clit, his touch was almost a familiar one, as if he had explored my body before.
"You've earned this, peu de feu."
Gasping, I shuddered as he removed his finger and watched as he took his time to sit up and slide backwards off the bed, enjoying the way his body moved and flowed in an almost eloquent fashion. Unclasping his pants and sliding them down his body he revealed himself to me, standing in such a way that showed he was not fazed to being nude almost as if he's been doing it forever.
"Kaevan..." I breathed, leaning forward and looking up at him. He nodded, knowing without my asking.
"Yes." Was his only response as I sat up, running my hands over the smooth expanse of his body and staring up at him. His long hair had somehow became tousled and framed his face. The black of his hair, the blue of his eyes and the white of his skin providing in such a manner that I couldn't look away.
"Beautiful." I murmured, kissing his chest as a hunger to taste every inch of him began to encompass my body. Laying my palm flat against his erection I began to slowly caress the soft skin, gliding my fingers over the tip and firmly massaging his shaft, enjoying the throbbing sensation as it beat against my hand.
Glancing upwards I watched as he closed his eyes, parting his lips and breathing outwards heavily, clearly enjoying the feeling of my hands working his cock over. Working with a slow stroking motion, I cupped my other hand underneath his genitals, letting him feel my skin gently rubbing against his own. Lost in touching him, I began to de-focus on all around me until his voice snapped me back to front.
"Enough." He commanded, his voice husky with arousal. Releasing my grasp on him, I sat back up and gasped as he pushed me backwards, parting my legs and climbing above me. Clasping my wrists he rose them above my head, holding tight as he guided his cock into my soaking pussy, growling as I tightened instinctively around his length, massaging him as he pushed deep inside of me and grinding his hips slowly.
"Look at me. You will cum only by holding my eyes. You break it and you will not release." He pulled back slowly, staring hard into my eyes as I lifted my hips up and met each of his powerful thrusts with a breathy moan. My body was quaking helplessly as our bodies meshed in a power struggle, me seeking to be taken and he asserting his building hold on me.
Feeling my release becoming imminent I fought to not look away, his warning barreling hard into me. Forcing my eyes on his and opening my mouth to scream as I felt him expand inside of me, our orgasms close to breaking free.
Kaevan held deep inside of me as I came, crying out as my body spasmed up into his, my eyes growing larger as his own eyes widened, changing to a piercing blue. Baring his teeth, he revealed a set of expanding fangs.
Struggling against his grip on my arms, I screamed loudly still cumming as he let out a low, growling hiss and pierced his fangs deep into my neck.
And then everything went black.
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