Love In The Darkness


Gothic
There I was. Sitting in a church. Not the sanctuary but some Granville Stanley Hall eccentric thing where the church sometimes had coffee berry hour. How did I end up here ? I was supposed to be down at the street bonnie with my friends and my amazing boyfriend, Zach. But no, I get woken up at dayspring and my mom 's saying `` Come on. We 're going to church. '' She has n't fully grasped the conception that I'm Atheist. And any interest I do have with god and whatnot is more towards the darker, more evil side. ( Satan, Hell, demons, etc ) So there I was. In a twosome of jeans, converse and a Beatles T-shirt. I stuck out like a sore pollex. All the other female child were dressed in skirts and blouses. And there was Karen Hawthorne. So proud of her"vow to stay everlasting"when in reality she had fucked or sucked every guy on the football game squad. But I digress ; I was waiting for my mom to cease mindlessly chattering with people. I was looking around the room when I noticed a door I had never noticed before. It was just a red room access. I looked at mom who had seemingly forgotten about me. I got up out of my seat and strode over to the room access. As I clutched the handgrip I felt this weird tingle in the spinal column of my mind. I turned the hold and opened the door and went on through, shutting the door behind me.

The room behind the doorway was ... interesting. It was a rather large room. The walls were covered in red bulwark paper that, upon running my fingers over, I found to be made of velvet. The floor was carpeting with lush maroon carpeting. A hearth stood in the center and it appeared as though it had n't been used in a few old age. The solely brightness in the way were the flickering candela making shadows dance on the walls. The only other thing in the elbow room, was a king size bed with 4 magniloquent looming bed posts. The blankets and pillows on the bed matching the residue of the elbow room, a dark crimson red with a little black.

'' How odd. '' I mused aloud. I reached into my sac for my phone to fill a picture ( for redecorating idea ) but I found it was n't there. I looked down and saw my entire wardrobe had changed. I was wearing a knee joint length, flowing black skirt, my shirt was now a farsighted arm blackened attire shirt, and the merely thing that had n't changed was my Converse.

'' Curiouser and curiouser. '' I made my way over to the bed and sat down. How odd. I began thinking to myself. This room, the church service, and my wearing apparel changing. It 's almost like I'm supposed to be here or something. I lay back and stared up at the canopy and I realized how threadbare I was. Getting up at dawn will do that to you. I closed my center and let slumber over might me.

I awoke sometime later and sat up straight in the bed. The room looked completely the Lapp except a fervidness now glowed in the fireplace. Making the room much warmer and brighter. Something about this elbow room seemed so serious yet at the same time so rubber and inviting. I looked around the elbow room and saw everything else was the same.

Suddenly the doorknob started to release. I stood up from the bed, cook to support myself if need be. But when the door opened, in strode the most handsome man I had ever seen. His short pilus was a shade red darker than that of the walls. His eyes glowed a shining golden gold. His lips were puffy but not so lots to make a feminine feeling. His face bones perfectly chiseled. He wore a black t-shirt that fit so tightly I could see his abs straight through it. They too were perfectly sculpted. He wore a tight pair of total darkness jeans and ( like me ) mellow circus tent. He saw I was awake and his nerve brightened up. His representative was like the phone of thunder as a storm approached but at the same time flaccid and caring. It was enough to make me tremble with both awe and excitement.

'' You 're awake. That is sound. '' he could obviously see how nervous I was because he smirked slightly and said to me,

'' Relax, I promise no harm will come to you. I 'm not going to hurt you. '' I relaxed a niggling and I opened my sassing and stammered,

'' Who ... who are you ? '' His eyes lit up with amusement. He did n't severalise me. Rather he strode over and grabbed me in his weapon system and kissed me passionately I felt like I was going to faint in his sleeve. He pulled away and whispered,

'' I 'm known by many names. But to you, i 'm the prince of swarthiness. But you may predict me, Damien. '' He again kissed me, even more passionately than before. I was shocked. But at the Sami time odd and frantic. He pulled away.

'' Are you scared ? ``
'' No. I 'm singular. Why did you choose me ? '' He smiled. The kind of smile that was full of closed book and seductiveness.

'' Your eye. It 's as dark as mine. Your sweetheart is brighter than any fire. You 're not afraid of me. '' he wrapped his arms around my waist.

'' You are the perfect woman. I 've searched for you for so retentive and now that I've found you, i 'm never letting you go. But now, the one thing that still remains a enigma, what is the name by which you are called ? '' My sum pounded against my chest and I felt that I could barely speak. But I finally found myself and squeaked out,

'' Angela. ``

'' well, Angela, you 're in for the clip of your life sentence. He swooped me up in his limb as a small gasp escaped me.

He gently laid me down on the bed and brushed the fuzz from my aspect. He stood straight up and ripped the shirt off. Fully revealing the glossy eubstance underneath. His body was marked with all kinds of tattoos. Some written in a linguistic process that I could n't understand. A balmy moan of appreciation escaped my lips.

'' Now you. '' He requested in that same vocalism. I smiled and sat up and slowly peeled off my shirt, teasing him. I looked down and realized that when I had stepped through the threshold my bra had been removed. I looked up at him, suspiciously. He nodded.

'' My natural endowment to the both of us. '' I bit my lip and I could feel myself getting moist. He kicked off his shoes and I kicked off mine. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down slowly, stripping for me as I had done for him. He stood there, fully nude. rooster standing erect ready for me. My mouth was gaping. His tool had to be ten or eleven column inch long and nearly 4 column inch around. The hatful made me even wetter. He spoke almost in a whisper,

'' Your act. '' I stood and I practically ripped my skirt from my consistency. The panty, like the bra, had been removed from my soundbox. Another one of his endowment, I assumed. I stood there as au naturel as him. Bare cunt exposed. My pubic hair trimmed neatly and glistening with my juices. His eyes were so full of lecherousness and as his brim parted in a smile I saw the gleaming Fang in his mouth. He growled at me, still in that prurient vox,

'' Are you ready, my petite piffling morsel ? ``
'' As gear up as you are, my prince of darkness. '' No Sooner had the Logos left my back talk than he lunged at me and threw me on the bed. He pressed his soundbox to mine. He kissed my backtalk then slowly moved his kiss down my soundbox. outset to my cervix. Then my shoulder. Then each boob. And then right in between. With every kiss I felt electrical energy flowing through me. Every kiss felt better than the lastly. With every candy kiss I moaned a lilliputian louder. He finally kissed his way down to my slit, now dripping. He looked his middle up at me. I nodded, fix for him. He smiled once again, flashing his fangs and dived in. He began probing his spit around the inside of my pussy. I could feel his tongue probing close to my G-spot. He brought his tongue close to my clit and flicked his glossa over it.

'' Oh Damien ... '' I moaned as he brought his mouth to my button and bit down ever so gently.

'' Ah ... '' I gasped out. I could feel his lips curl into a unholy smile. This was the most painful as well as the most pleasurable experience I've ever experienced. Far better than my self-pleasure. He pulled his back talk back and all at once rammed his natural language into my cunt. He found my G-Spot and in an instant, I came. As I climaxed, I called out his name

'' Damien ! '' My juices flowed into his sassing and all over his face. He pulled his font away and watched me, gasping for breath. The same over-the-top grin gap on his lips and as he licked my juice from his rim and around them. He grabbed my shoulders and brought his lips to mine. I could sense the taste of my juice on his lips but honestly, I did n't wish. He released me and I fell back on the bed. He stared at me and used his hands to spread my leg. So there I sat, spread before the Prince and Darkness, about to be ripped in two by his behemoth cock and honestly, I was ready and willing.

'' And now my dear, the time has come. You are about to become mine for all eternity. My female monarch, my lover, my choir. And you 're not going to mind one bit. Are you ? '' I shook my brain yearning for his dick.

He poised his penis at my entree make to thrust. I whimpered to him,

'' Please be goy. It 's my first time. '' He chuckled slightly.
'' You ruin all the fun. '' I smiled back up at him. He wrapped his arms around me. He began slowly pushing in. I gritted my teeth and let the mix of pain and pleasure washables over me as he pushed in more and more. I could hear him groan

'' Oh Angela, you 're so tight. '' He began to slowly poking in and out, thrusting in more each clip he thrusted until eventually I felt him hit that precious roadblock. He grabbed my arms.

'' expression at me. '' I focused my eyes on his golden orbs.

'' This is going to be painful. But I promise, it 'll hurt a mo and after it 'll find rattling. Do you understand ? '' I nodded ; his optic were so mesmeric I was make to believe anything he told me.

'' Ok. '' He took a deep breather and with all his strength thrust hard into me. I cried out in agony as the painfulness swept over me but it only lasted a secondment. It soon was gone and he continued thrusting. Thrusting in deeper and deeper until he was all the way in.

'' Oh Damien, I feel like you 're going to spilt me in half. '' he pressed his finger to my lips.

'' You talk too much. You need to relax. '' I nodded furiously. I just wanted him. He pulled out slowly and thrust fast back in fast. I cried out. He began thrusting in and out immobile and faster.

'' Oh ... ah..uh ... Damien it ... ah ... feels so in effect ! ``

'' Listen, my sweet. I 'm going to cum deeply inside you. And as soon as I do, you will be bound to me forever. nous, consistence and soul. And, I'd like you to hollo me 'Master'. Is that understood ? ``

'' Yes ... passe-partout. '' I gasped out. He smiled and began to buss me all over my side and neck. He bit gently into me, making me cry out even cheap. He sank his fang into me and began to drank. This combination of him fucking and drinking from me brought me closer and closer until I cried out,

'' Master ! I 'm going to cuuuuummm ! ! I screamed out as I could feel myself explode around his cock and I could palpate him explode inside me. He pulled himself away from my neck and he said, heaving,

'' And now my Sweet, you are mine. Forever. '' He rolled off of me and the two of us lay there breathing heavily for a few minute of arc. Then he rolled over and he spoke.

'' expression at me. '' Unable to resist his words, I rolled my aching body over onto my side and stared into his mystifying optic. He brushed the fuzz out of my face then slid his hired man down to my waist and then my keister. He gripped it firmly and pulled me towards him. I bit my lip as a lustful smile came across his face.

'' Do you make out me, Angela ? ``

'' Oh yes, Master. '' He kissed me on the top of my head as he ran his fingers through my hair. I rested my head on his chest of drawers with my raven hair splaying across his thorax. As I fell asleep, I heard him whisper back,

'' And make out you too, my sweet piddling morsel. ''
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