back in surprise, but it was too
late. The scent of roses filled my nostrils and I reflexively looked up to see
a dark figure, eyes piercing my heart.
I smiled up at him, certain that I had been
rescued from something terrible. “Roloth,” I whispered lovingly. “You have
returned.”
“How could I not?” he said. “Pray, this
cursed window divides us.” He placed one hand on each side of the window pane
and strained. With a loud creak, the whole wooden window ripped off the frame
in a shower of dirty plaster. Contemptuously, he threw the window to the floor
with a crash.
He then leaped inside and embraced me. “You
have no idea how much I’ve searched for you.”
“Searched for me?” I echoed against him,
intrigued but not alarmed.
He released me and pierced me with his
steady, hungry gaze. “Yes. I’ll explain everything soon, my dear. We must go
before you are found.”
He scooped me off my feet and held me
tenderly against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Roloth hopped into the gap in the wall,
jolting me slightly. Even so, I felt secure and solid in his arms.
In a great gust of wind, he jumped from the
broken windowsill and I clung tightly as we flew over the street and onto the
rooftop of the opposite building.
The wind nipped us as he ran and jumped
amidst the rooftops. Briefly, I looked up at the crescent moon, then back at
his face. He turned to look at me and smiled, and his teeth gleamed in the
moonlight. Silently, I longed for the moment to last forever.
At last we reached the bay with rows of
ruined warehouses lounging around a three-dock wharf. He landed in the window
of a two-story warehouse and set me down on the floor. My shoes crunched on
broken glass and I looked up at him inquisitively.
“We must make sure you are not found,” he
explained. “Or all will be lost. Moreover...” he leaned closer. “Your closeness
fills me with a fire I’d long forgotten. We shall not go further tonight.”
He inhaled deeply of my hair and I caught a
whiff of him too... and flinched. He smelled of dust and spores and something
old. He wore faint, but spicy cologne. Beneath it, something rotted.
He seemed to sense my nervousness. “Are you
frightened, my beautiful Siren? Do not worry. Unlike the others, I know your
true value.”
I felt disoriented, like there was
something I was forgetting, “My... value?”
“Enough talk.” he walked me back, arms
encircling me. “There will be time for that later,” he whispered in my ear.
“Tonight, know only that I am your Lord and I claim you.”
His fangs were inches from my neck and I
cried out involuntarily. My mind raced and for the first time, I realized the
danger I’d put myself in. It must be wearing off; some tiny part of my mind
spoke. Do something! He’ll kill you!
But there was nothing I could do. He had me
and he would do what he pleased. And despite knowing this, I still adored him.
As he spoke, his breath caressed my neck.
“Do not fear, darling. You are more than a meal,” he whispered. “I shall make
you a beautiful memory.”
He pushed me backwards and over onto a
crate. Sinking on top of me, he pinned my arms and leaned down ruthlessly. His
cold, hungry lips met mine and melded together. His hands wandered up and down
my body and I shivered with arousal despite myself. It felt perfect, but also
terrible.
Savagely, he tore open my blouse and yanked
down my bra. He seized my breasts in a vice-grip, making me cry out again and
struggle helplessly in his iron grip. He laughed and squeezed again. “You’re
enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Roloth’s hands trailed down to my legs,
reaching one hand up my skirt and pulling off my panties. I froze, motionless,
torn still between arousal and fear. The voice in the back of my head was
screaming at me to move or do something. Anything! But I pushed it aside with
a practiced mental shrug. There was nothing to do, I told it. He might be a
predator; if so, I could be
late. The scent of roses filled my nostrils and I reflexively looked up to see
a dark figure, eyes piercing my heart.
I smiled up at him, certain that I had been
rescued from something terrible. “Roloth,” I whispered lovingly. “You have
returned.”
“How could I not?” he said. “Pray, this
cursed window divides us.” He placed one hand on each side of the window pane
and strained. With a loud creak, the whole wooden window ripped off the frame
in a shower of dirty plaster. Contemptuously, he threw the window to the floor
with a crash.
He then leaped inside and embraced me. “You
have no idea how much I’ve searched for you.”
“Searched for me?” I echoed against him,
intrigued but not alarmed.
He released me and pierced me with his
steady, hungry gaze. “Yes. I’ll explain everything soon, my dear. We must go
before you are found.”
He scooped me off my feet and held me
tenderly against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Roloth hopped into the gap in the wall,
jolting me slightly. Even so, I felt secure and solid in his arms.
In a great gust of wind, he jumped from the
broken windowsill and I clung tightly as we flew over the street and onto the
rooftop of the opposite building.
The wind nipped us as he ran and jumped
amidst the rooftops. Briefly, I looked up at the crescent moon, then back at
his face. He turned to look at me and smiled, and his teeth gleamed in the
moonlight. Silently, I longed for the moment to last forever.
At last we reached the bay with rows of
ruined warehouses lounging around a three-dock wharf. He landed in the window
of a two-story warehouse and set me down on the floor. My shoes crunched on
broken glass and I looked up at him inquisitively.
“We must make sure you are not found,” he
explained. “Or all will be lost. Moreover...” he leaned closer. “Your closeness
fills me with a fire I’d long forgotten. We shall not go further tonight.”
He inhaled deeply of my hair and I caught a
whiff of him too... and flinched. He smelled of dust and spores and something
old. He wore faint, but spicy cologne. Beneath it, something rotted.
He seemed to sense my nervousness. “Are you
frightened, my beautiful Siren? Do not worry. Unlike the others, I know your
true value.”
I felt disoriented, like there was
something I was forgetting, “My... value?”
“Enough talk.” he walked me back, arms
encircling me. “There will be time for that later,” he whispered in my ear.
“Tonight, know only that I am your Lord and I claim you.”
His fangs were inches from my neck and I
cried out involuntarily. My mind raced and for the first time, I realized the
danger I’d put myself in. It must be wearing off; some tiny part of my mind
spoke. Do something! He’ll kill you!
But there was nothing I could do. He had me
and he would do what he pleased. And despite knowing this, I still adored him.
As he spoke, his breath caressed my neck.
“Do not fear, darling. You are more than a meal,” he whispered. “I shall make
you a beautiful memory.”
He pushed me backwards and over onto a
crate. Sinking on top of me, he pinned my arms and leaned down ruthlessly. His
cold, hungry lips met mine and melded together. His hands wandered up and down
my body and I shivered with arousal despite myself. It felt perfect, but also
terrible.
Savagely, he tore open my blouse and yanked
down my bra. He seized my breasts in a vice-grip, making me cry out again and
struggle helplessly in his iron grip. He laughed and squeezed again. “You’re
enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Roloth’s hands trailed down to my legs,
reaching one hand up my skirt and pulling off my panties. I froze, motionless,
torn still between arousal and fear. The voice in the back of my head was
screaming at me to move or do something. Anything! But I pushed it aside with
a practiced mental shrug. There was nothing to do, I told it. He might be a
predator; if so, I could be
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