He's probably better off too. N o you're not idiot ... she
belongs to you!
Fucking little voice in his head. Alas, it was true. Elise was his
and no matter how much he tried to convince himself he could let her
go on to a better life, he would never allow it.
He stared at the scrolls before him, scattered about his desk. He'd
read and reread every word a hundred times over. Still he didn’t have
the vaguest notion who cursed him. It was there. It had to be! If only
there was a clue, anything that could give him some kind of inkling.
However, the curse was much too powerful.
He pushed away from the desk. Summoning one of his pets, he
waited until the tiny gargoyle appeared before him.
"Go find Elise, show me."
The little beast bowed at Damien's feet and vanished to do as
commanded
Damien laid his head against the back of the chair and closed his
eyes. Images of trees, roofs and empty dirt streets flashed by. The
town was devoid of any activity this late at night. Normally, when he
was bored he would send one of his servants during the day to see the
lives of people as they worked, loved and played. He watched as they
took their freedom for granted. It was his sick way of soothing his
loneliness. Yet, it only made his existence more pathetic.
The Royal Castle came into view. A moment later, he traveled
through the halls, farther and farther down the spiraling stairways. He
entered the dungeon, traveling past the poor souls forgotten in their
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chains. He made his way through the narrow passage, seeing skin and
bones that littered the stone floor.
He stopped. A single cell before him contained a tiny sole figure.
He crept up closer. The poor little human didn't move. It lay
slumped.
Closer.
It moaned, a weak feminine sound.
Closer.
It moved suddenly, slowly.
Closer.
It turned its head and looked up.
Damien's heart clenched. "No! Elise! No!"
* * * *
Her vision blurred, but Elise could make out Damien's gargoyle as
it hovered above her. A worried brow marred its small beastly face.
A small-clawed hand reached for her pendant and clasped it in its
grip. An instant later Elise was lying in Damien's arms.
He rocked her gently. His lips brushed her temple and let his
power envelope her. The glow surrounded them both.
Warmth penetrated her chilled bones. Soon the pain in her limbs
and back became non-existent. Damien whispered soothing words in
her ears as his magic soaked into her flesh healing all her wounds,
bringing her back from the brink of death. Safe. She felt so
incredible safe. This was where she wanted to be. Forever.
Damien laid her down on soft bedding. He fell on top of her,
careful not to crush her with his much larger frame. Their naked
bodies melded together as if it was the most natural thing in world.
Elise wrapped her arms around his neck. The feel of his hard
muscles tight against her belly and breasts created a surge of heat to
fill her already weeping pussy. She wanted him inside her with a
desperation that could never be sated. Too much of Damien was
never enough for her.
He lifted his hips away from hers, allowing movement. Elise
spread herself beneath him. Her thighs opened of their own volition,
inviting him in. That magnificent cock of his found her core.
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Torturously slow, he began to sink those wonderfully thick inches
into her sopping cunt.
Elise groaned.
When he finally imbedded himself completely, she ground her hips
against him, trying to force him in even deeper. Damien growled low.
His shaky breath indicated the quickening loss of control.
He began to rock against her gently. Their bodies swayed in
perfect synchronization. It built steadily.
The solid length deep inside Elise sent waves of throbbing pleasure
spearing through her cunt, caressing her from the inside out. Her hips
soon bucked against Damien's pelvis, wanting him to fuck her harder.
Her body climbed faster to that ultimate ecstasy; one only this man
could
belongs to you!
Fucking little voice in his head. Alas, it was true. Elise was his
and no matter how much he tried to convince himself he could let her
go on to a better life, he would never allow it.
He stared at the scrolls before him, scattered about his desk. He'd
read and reread every word a hundred times over. Still he didn’t have
the vaguest notion who cursed him. It was there. It had to be! If only
there was a clue, anything that could give him some kind of inkling.
However, the curse was much too powerful.
He pushed away from the desk. Summoning one of his pets, he
waited until the tiny gargoyle appeared before him.
"Go find Elise, show me."
The little beast bowed at Damien's feet and vanished to do as
commanded
Damien laid his head against the back of the chair and closed his
eyes. Images of trees, roofs and empty dirt streets flashed by. The
town was devoid of any activity this late at night. Normally, when he
was bored he would send one of his servants during the day to see the
lives of people as they worked, loved and played. He watched as they
took their freedom for granted. It was his sick way of soothing his
loneliness. Yet, it only made his existence more pathetic.
The Royal Castle came into view. A moment later, he traveled
through the halls, farther and farther down the spiraling stairways. He
entered the dungeon, traveling past the poor souls forgotten in their
50
chains. He made his way through the narrow passage, seeing skin and
bones that littered the stone floor.
He stopped. A single cell before him contained a tiny sole figure.
He crept up closer. The poor little human didn't move. It lay
slumped.
Closer.
It moaned, a weak feminine sound.
Closer.
It moved suddenly, slowly.
Closer.
It turned its head and looked up.
Damien's heart clenched. "No! Elise! No!"
* * * *
Her vision blurred, but Elise could make out Damien's gargoyle as
it hovered above her. A worried brow marred its small beastly face.
A small-clawed hand reached for her pendant and clasped it in its
grip. An instant later Elise was lying in Damien's arms.
He rocked her gently. His lips brushed her temple and let his
power envelope her. The glow surrounded them both.
Warmth penetrated her chilled bones. Soon the pain in her limbs
and back became non-existent. Damien whispered soothing words in
her ears as his magic soaked into her flesh healing all her wounds,
bringing her back from the brink of death. Safe. She felt so
incredible safe. This was where she wanted to be. Forever.
Damien laid her down on soft bedding. He fell on top of her,
careful not to crush her with his much larger frame. Their naked
bodies melded together as if it was the most natural thing in world.
Elise wrapped her arms around his neck. The feel of his hard
muscles tight against her belly and breasts created a surge of heat to
fill her already weeping pussy. She wanted him inside her with a
desperation that could never be sated. Too much of Damien was
never enough for her.
He lifted his hips away from hers, allowing movement. Elise
spread herself beneath him. Her thighs opened of their own volition,
inviting him in. That magnificent cock of his found her core.
51
Torturously slow, he began to sink those wonderfully thick inches
into her sopping cunt.
Elise groaned.
When he finally imbedded himself completely, she ground her hips
against him, trying to force him in even deeper. Damien growled low.
His shaky breath indicated the quickening loss of control.
He began to rock against her gently. Their bodies swayed in
perfect synchronization. It built steadily.
The solid length deep inside Elise sent waves of throbbing pleasure
spearing through her cunt, caressing her from the inside out. Her hips
soon bucked against Damien's pelvis, wanting him to fuck her harder.
Her body climbed faster to that ultimate ecstasy; one only this man
could
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