Prisoner of Darkhaven (3 page)

Elise snapped her head up. She stared wide-eyed at Lord

Dontaleone. Could he read her mind? Dear lord he was the most

incredibly handsome man she had ever seen. Her head barely passed

his mid torso. The man towered over her. Her eyes traveled the

muscled contours of his chest and arms, barely contained by the thin

silk shirt he wore. The closeness of his body made her mouth go dry.

She swallowed, tying to wet her suddenly parched throat. God, he

smelled so good, like clover and mint.

She stared at his face once again. The fullness of his lips made her

quiver with a need to bring them to her own. His skin was darker in

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complexion, perhaps betraying an Italian or Greek heritage. Long hair

looked thick and fell loose about his shoulders. Black brows arched

over deep brown eyes framed by long thick lashes most women would

die to possess.

However, there was nothing feminine about this man at all. He was

all male, a dangerous one if the aura around him was any indication.

The air around them audibly crackled with magical energy. No mage

or witch she had ever met emitted such awesome power.

"Would you join me for dinner?"

Dinner? It was then she realized that he had questioned her.

His presence threatened her center of balance. "My L-Lord?" Her

voice came out breathless.

He quirked an eyebrow, sensuous lips lifted into a wicked half

smile. "Yes, you must be hungry."

Elise bit her bottom lip. Practically salivating at the man was not

going to get her the help she needed.

She tried to smile with trembling lips. "Dinner would be nice,

although I would much rather discuss my plight since I will be at the

Duke DeMumart's mercy tomorrow."

He smiled and his face was even more alluring, "Ah that. We will

discuss it during dinner."

Lord Dontaleone waved his hand nonchalantly through the air. A

dress of fine silk embroidered with delicate lace appeared on Elise's

body.

It was a deep red with golden thread in intricate designs. The

bodice fit tightly around her full breasts and slim waste. It was cut

low at the neckline, lifting her breasts up to form a delectable view of

plump cleavage.

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Damien licked his lips. The front of his breeches suddenly became

too tight. His cock strained against the fabric. This close she was

even more enchanting then he had thought. Her skin looked as soft as

he had imagined it would be. She was blushing adorably. Added

color made her pixie like face even more attractive with the added

color.

He held out his elbow to her.

Reluctantly she slipped her slender hand in the crook of his arm and

he led her out of the room.

Elise ate quietly.

Lord Dontaleone hadn't touched his own food. He sat directly

across from her eyeing her, his expression unreadable..

She pushed the plate of food away and folded her hands in her lap,

"I'm really not very hungry."

She averted her eyes, glancing about the room as though it were of

great interest to her. His hands itched to pluck her ripe nipples.

Reaching down he adjusted the burgeoning cock threatening to rip

right out of his breeches. He supposed he should get on with the

formalities; the sooner he could seal the deal with her the better.

A second later he stood over her, "Come Elise"

Elise startled. She looked up to find him standing next to her chair

holding his hand out for her to take. Hesitantly she placed her small

hand into his much larger one.

He helped her to her feet and led her to a large sitting room with a

huge fireplace that was even bigger than the one in the bedroom.

He invited her to sit down on a cushioned chaise and went to stand

in front of the fireplace. A quick wave of his hand and the fire blazed

to life.

Elise gasped, causing him to turn abruptly and look at her. He

raised an eyebrow, but made no comment.

Turning to face her, he stood with his legs apart and folded his arms

over his chest. "What are we to do about your little dilemma? Hmm?"

he waited for her complete attention.

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She cleared her throat, "My Lord, I know that you have the power

to help me. I beg you to please grant me this one wish and I will

never trouble you again."

He frowned at the desperate tone of her voice. Odd, he didn't want

her to worry herself. Shrugging the thought, he approached her and

stroked the side of her face with the back of his knuckles.

"Yes, I can grant you what you wish. However, I require payment

for my services."

Her brow furrowed. He could hear her rapid heartbeat.

She placed a small elegant hand to her breast. "Payment my lord?"

He simply nodded and a moment later, they stood in small room.

Her stunned expression amused him. He could see the goose bumps

rise on her lovely pale skin. The thought of licking her from head to

toe with his warm tongue really interested him. Her eyes widened and

her face reddened when she realized her nakedness. The cool air

hardened her dark pink nipples to turgid peaks. He licked his lips

aching to suck them like candy. Damien took her hand, “Do you trust

me Elise?” She stared up at him her expression guarded. He didn’t

expect her to answer. A mixture of fear, curiosity and need spoke to

him in through her eyes.

He led her to a thick large fur rug in the middle of the floor with

several multicolored pillows strewn all around. He watched her with

interest as she took in the room's décor. The room itself was dimly lit.

There were no windows or even doors.

The only light came from two sconces, one high above the back

wall and another to their left holding two blazing torches. Three large

red, yellow, and white potted rose bushes sat in three corners of the

room. Vines grew from the plants spiraling up the walls. Roses grew

down from the vines in every direction.

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bushes to branch out in such an intricate manor, but she had already

witnessed his powers at work and decided it must be more of his

magic.

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The scent of roses filled the room. Elise turned her attention back

to the lush pile of pillows and wondered if the Lord would be making

love to her on it. She shuddered. A sudden gush of heat pooled

between her legs and her body thrummed with pleasant vibrations.

A dark chuckle in her ear paralyzed her to her spot. His hot breath

scorched her skin, causing the hairs on the nape of her neck to rise.

Her breasts became heavy and her pink nipples tightened into hard

points. Her pussy responded to his deep resonating voice, swelling

and contracting a few times.

She trembled and breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling

heavily, as if she was unable to get enough air in her lungs.

"I need you Elise. Tell me did you enjoy your trip to Darkhaven ...

to me."

Her knees went weak. He seemed to sense her dismay, and one of

his arms came around her slender waist to support her. He pressed her

firmly against his front and she could feel every solid contour of his

muscled chest against her upper back. Aware of her nakedness, she

squirmed with embarrassment, letting a small whimper escape her

lips. "M-my Lord I don't understand, the trip," she had barely

whispered her response when the memories of her shameless actions

inside the funnel, replayed vividly in her mind. Oh God! It was him?

He had created the funnel. He laughed softly in her ear. "Of course

my dear who else could it have been, hmm? I can do a great many

things Elise. Even love you without physically touching you, I can

make your body feel pleasure that no mortal could ever imagined

possible."

His lips brushed the sensitive skin just under her right ear. She

closed her eyes at the pleasant vibrations it sent down her spine.

Without warning, he lifted her up into his arms and placed her on

the furred throw and pillows in the center of the room. She kneeled

facing away from him.

Elise reached out and touched the marvelous material. It's soft,

smooth surface felt exquisite on her skin. Leaning forward she placed

her cheek on one of the pillows and inhaled deeply of the clean rose

scented fabric.

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Damien slowly walked around her, watching her movements before

coming to stand directly in front of her.

She noticed that he had changed his clothing and now wore a loose

white shirt opened almost all the way to his navel, exposing an

expanse of tanned skin and taut muscles. It made her mouth salivate

just looking at the perfection of his smooth skin and toned abdomen.

The large bulge pressed tightly against the front of his breaches

grabbed her attention and her pulse quickened. Arousal swirled in her

lower abdomen sending tiny throbbing tingles downward. Her cunt

swelled open. The silk pillows touched her clit and she spread her

legs a little wider, sinking her bottom down so that her aroused pussy

lay against the cool silk.

She should be mortified, sitting in such a scandalous position.

However, she only felt raw lust, desire, and need. Elise wondered if

Lord Dontaleone had put her under some type of sensual spell.

Never in her life would she have though to behave in such a

whorish manor, especially in this way. Instead of screaming her

outrage, she panted, trembling, and waiting for what would come

next.

She wanted more. Why she had no idea, only that the anticipation

of being at Lord Damien's mercy was arousing her beyond anything

she had ever experienced. He disrobed slowly.

Elise's eyes widened when she caught the first glimpse of his full

erection. She wondered how he would manage to stuff such an

impressive male organ into her virgin hole.

The thought made her shiver.

Elise stared into his face. His wicked smile made her blush,

Damien stepped onto the rug and knelt in front of her so that they

were eye level. "Tell me sweet Elise how do you feel?"

She trembled a little and leaned forward against his hard chest. His

words vibrated through her and her pussy dripped.

She could barely speak, "Warm, My Lord. Wet. Achy."

His strong arms encircled her and she moaned even as she let

herself fall into his embrace. He shifted a little and she felt the length

of his cock pressed firmly into her abdomen. She sighed softly and

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pressed her breasts against his chest. A low chuckle resonated from

deep inside Damien's chest.

Elise shuddered, "My Lord, I..."

He licked the rim of her ear, "Shh, Elise, no need for formal titles

now, it's just Damien. Now say my name like a good girl"

He traced small kisses down the side of her neck.

She moaned.

When he reached the rapidly pulsing vein at her throat, he placed

his mouth over it and began to such on it gently. Elise jumped, "My

Lo-Damien!" Her small shout of shock came out laced with desire.

Her breathing became deep and shaky.

Her body hummed with sweet vibrations. Elise gasped again, when

Damien's hands grabbed her swollen and sensitive breasts. He gently

kneaded them and rolled his hips against her, grinding his thick

erection through her pussy.

His balls rubbed her clit each time he rolled upwards on her lower

belly. Instinctively she spread her thighs further apart and tilted her

pelvis to accommodate his cock.

It caused a good amount of friction on her throbbing clit and she

arched more until her hips moved with Damien's in perfect rhythm.

Damien threw his head back and laughed with sheer delight.

Elise's extremely wet sex was making it easy for his cock to glide

back and forth through the puffy folds of her pussy.

She kept his humping rhythm and ground her sex hard against his

thick shaft, encouraged by his reaction.

The sensations of their mutual gyrating sent numbing tingles

spearing up her cunt. She tossed her head back and began to rub her

pussy faster against him. Soon her movements turned erratic and she

jerked her pelvis a few times with small quick strokes.

That's all it took to make her burst. Elise cried out and held firmly

onto Damien's biceps while her pussy convulsed with rolling pulses.

Her body went limp.

Damien's low dark laugh vibrated through Elise's body straight to

the throbbing, wet flesh between her legs. He held her a moment