Prisoner of Darkhaven (5 page)

anxious pleading etched on her pretty face.

Damien smirked. He enjoyed watching Elise so flustered. Her face

flushed red with pent up anger. She exhibited no pretense and no

qualms about expressing her displeasure with his nonchalance.

It made his cock hard. This tiny girl all but challenged him. For

the first time in eons, Damien felt truly alive.

Elise paced before him, her tiny fists clenched at her side. He

licked his lips. An instant later, they were in his bedroom.

"Wh-where are we?" She whipped around to stare at him. Her

expression creased with fear and confusion.

Damien walked slowly towards her. He ran his eyes up and down

her body, knowing that it unnerved her. The moment he stared her in

the face again, her clothing evaporated from her body. Elise gasped.

Quickly, she wrapped her arm over her breasts and tried to cover her

sex with the other hand.

Raising an eyebrow, Damien smirked at her futile attempt to cover

herself.

He reached out and ran the back of his hand down her arm, barely

touching and making her shiver. He bent down. His lips brushed her

ear.

"Really Elise, I've memorized every nook, every crevice, every inch

of your succulent little body." He licked the rim of her ear, "Why so

shy now?" He pushed on her shoulders gently.

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Her lithe body shuddered beneath his touch. He purred. In a

moment, she was on her knees in front of him.
So sweet.
Damien

undid the buttons of his breaches. Pushing the front flap aside, he

pulled out his engorged cock.

Elise licked her plump lips and watched his hand stroke the hard

thick length. He doubted she even realized her own reaction to his

display.

Her breasts heaved heavily. She reached with one delicate hand

and he slapped it away. She whimpered, grabbing her hand against

her breast.

Damien chuckled. "Such a naughty girl," he paced a circle around

her, fisting his big cock with slow tight strokes. Pre-cum pearled at

the tip.

Her eyes followed his every movement and she trembled. Her

arousal filled his nostrils, threatening to undue his control. He

clamped down the urge to wrap her smooth tapered legs around his

waist and fuck her senseless.

It was difficult to deny his bestial nature. Luckily, he still had

enough of his mother's human will to help him.

Back to standing in front of her he glared down, his smile wicked,

"Sweet, sweet Elise, tell me," he placed a crooked finger under her

chin and lifted her face so that her lips were barely an inch away from

the thick mushroomed head of his cock, "Hm, tell me what would you

like to do with my cock?"

Her hot breath scorched the sensitive skin on the head of his penis.

Her lovely lips puckered slowly. Elise bent forward. She looked up

at his face, her eyes burning with raw lust.

Damien's cock jerked. She captured his gaze, just before her small

red tongue darted out of her mouth and swiped the slit at the tip of his

dick, catching a drop of pearly cum. Afterwards she licked her lips.

Damien grabbed a handful of dark silky curls and jerked her head

back.

"Now Elise, listen carefully."

Her emerald green eyes widened with fear and a touch of lust,

anticipation.

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Damien smiled, pleased with his effect on her. "Take my cock in

your mouth."

Obediently, Elise opened her mouth wide and sucked in the head of

his penis.

He shuddered. Tiny spasms of numbing tingles rippled down his

shaft, tightening his balls. "Mmm, yes now slowly slide your lovely

lips down and then back up..."

Elise slid her lips as he instructed. Slowly, torturously.

Damien groaned low. He had never felt such pleasure from this

act. Yet, this little virgin, inexperienced and lacking in skill, could

bring him to his knees.

He growled low, his voice turning demonic as his true nature rose

to the surface, "Elise ... Elise ... yes..." his grip tightened on her hair,

"Suck, suck, suck..." he nearly begged, pulling and pushing her head

up and down on his cock, directing how much of him she takes and

setting a steady pace. "Faster, yes like that ... like ... th..."

Damien threw his head back and pumped his hips against Elise's

face. To his delight, she took his thrusts like a famished whore. Soon

her head bobbed and she sucked with sharp fast strokes without his

help. His hand loosened on the back of her head and he allowed her

to relish her newfound freedom.

Although his length and thickness made her gag, she ignored it and

continued to pump his cock with her ferocious mouth, sucking it down

her throat as far as it could go, ignoring the urge to choke.

He shuddered.

Seconds later Damien roared and pulled away from Elise. She sat

gapping at him, looking quite stunned at his sudden halt to her cock

sucking. Her breasts heaved. She trembled. Her arousal had

heightened. He could smell the juices flowing freely from her pussy.

The scent threw him over the edge.

No longer able to maintain control of his natural inclinations,

Damien fell to his knees. An instant later, they were on his bed. Elise

gasped. A hint of fear skittered across her features. His powers

frightened her. As they should.

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Grabbing her by her small waist, Damien tossed her down on her

back. He watched the play of emotions travel across her delicate

features.

"Elise!" he growled her name.

Her eyes captured his. Damien took a firm hold on her inner thighs

and spread her wide. Her chest lifted and fell with deep breaths. Lust

replaced her fear now. Her legs trembled, yet she lifted her hips up in

invitation.

Damien snarled, reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her

roughly so her ass rested on his upper thighs. The broad tip of his

cock touched her virgin hole, poised to plunge in deep.

He flashed fangs at her making her whimper, "Elise I'm going to

fuck you. I will not be gentle, tell me now and I will stop..."

A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye. Elise's shaky breath told

Damien that she was apprehensive, yet her pussy's musky sweetness

filling his nostrils, indicated her arousal would win.

He squeezed her thighs, causing her to cry out. "Yes or no! Tell me

Elise now!" Damien pressed his cock against her wet, swollen folds.

She shut her eyes tightly; tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "Y-

yessss!"

He pushed forward some more, forcing the very tip of his cock to

press firmly against her tight cunt. "Yes what?"

She opened tear glistened eyes. The pure look of sexual hunger

burned in their depths. "I ... my Lord ... I"

Damien responded by rolling his hips and rubbing the head of his

cock against her slick hole. He gritted his teeth, his own body

trembling with the need to dominate and claim.

Elise licked her lips. She moaned low. Understanding in her pretty

eyes, "Yes my Lord Damien! Yes please! Please! Fuck me!"

Damien reared back, and with a deep growl, impaled Elise balls

deep.

She screamed.

He held still letting her accustom to his size and he to the iron grip

of her cunt. As much as he wanted to fuck her hard and fast, he felt

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the undeniable need to protect her from needless pain. It was her

pleasure he wanted.

Her breathing began to slow down as her body relaxed beneath

him. He moved inside her. The wet, tight confines of her sheath

sucked his shaft in, making it an effort to stroke back. He was so

large and she so small, yet her body slowly became more and more

pliant. His strokes became harder, deeper, faster.

Elise moved her hips to his rhythm. He possessed her body

completely with his eager strokes. He hovered over her, one arm

wrapped securely around her small waist, holding her firmly as he

plunged in and out of her sweet pussy with hard punishing strokes.

Her cries echoed around the chamber. Pain mixed with pleasure.

Her untried sheath clamped around his thick cock, milking him with

tiny pulses of pre-climactic spasms.

He released his true nature, ravishing her with wild, possessive

fucking. Something inside him burst. Pleasure like nothing he had

ever experienced ignited like fire through his body. He grunted and

growled.

Elise lifted her hips and matched him stroke for stroke. She

submitted herself completely to his lust, literally becoming one with

him.

The harder he fucked her, the louder she cried out for more.

They moved in synchronized madness, until the pleasure became

too much and their bodies erupted together with deliciously numbing

waves of ecstasy. Damien lifted his head; his limp body lay between

Elise's splayed thighs.

Her eyes were barely open, glistening with sated arousal, staring

back at him. She smiled. He felt a strange flutter deep in his heart.

Something he never would have imagined possible.

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should be mortified, yet all she could feel was an aching need to have

him inside her once again. He had not been gentle. Elise had loved

every sordid wicked thing he did to her.

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As sore as she was, her sex still flowed with honey for his

magnificent male part. She shivered.

Damien was not in the room. Her heart sank. Not wanting to

acknowledge the feelings suddenly stirring inside her, Elise gathered a

thin sheet from the bed and got up. She wrapped the sheet around

herself, wincing at the soreness between her thighs. She stepped out

of the room, her legs shaking.

The moment she left Damien's chamber, Elise found herself back in

her father's Cottage, dressed in her simple gray dress. Fear suddenly

gripped her. Immediately she grabbed the pendant Damien had given

her. Almost instantly, she heard a deep resonating dis-embodied

voice.

No fear sweet Elise. I am with you. When the King's men come

and take you back to the castle, just do as you did before. All will be

well.

Damien's voice faded into the wind. The door to the cottage swung

open and a burly knight, she recognized from before appeared.

"Are you ready lass?"

Elise nodded.

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Damien watched Elise step into the King's carriage. Anger stirred

in his gut for a moment when the big man held onto her small waist as

she climbed in. The thought of another man touching her, no matter

how innocent, created unusual feelings of possessiveness that

confused him.

His kind did not have emotions. Leastways, not the kind that

govern mortals. Yet it was undeniable, the sudden sensations he felt

whenever Elise got close. Even now, her scent permeated around

him. It clung to his skin, drowning him in her sweet essence.

His cock pulsed and lengthened with the memory of their

lovemaking. Lovemaking? Was that what they had shared? Bah! He

had fucked her. That was all. Fucked her and relished every

succulent second of it. Relished her. And he longed for more, needed

more. Nothing would ever satisfy him again.

Never had he felt such intense pleasure in another living being.

Elise...
Strange warmth settled inside his chest. He looked around the

empty dining hall. It lacked something. Something he had long ago

given up on. They
had
made love. Elise had somehow burrowed into

his shriveled heart and awakened a need that Damien would have

never thought possible.

Elise...
Her name echoed in his mind and for once in centuries since

his imprisonment within the walls of Darkhaven, a tiny flicker of hope

began to spark deep inside his dark soul.

Damien flashed himself to his study. Opening the dark oak armoire

next to his bookshelves, he pulled out the ancient scrolls and unrolled

them. Long ago, he had sent his servants to Hades, on a quest to find

the Scrolls of Damnation. It seemed almost futile, yet he couldn't help

the sudden flare of determination, leading him to search again for an

end to his curse. A name that was all he needed; the name of the one

who imprisoned him. This time he would find it.

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task. She had been dumped in the middle of Spirit Isle. It was a

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