Psycho Dark

episode #1: THE GOURMET

EPISODE # 1the Gourmet

Accompanying Song:

“Suna no Oshiro” by Kanon Wakeshima

“Crazy in Love” by Beyoncé (Fifty Shades remix)

“A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.” —Dr. Hannibal Lecter; “Silence of the Lamb”.Kacilius Graves eyes his employer closely from across the dining table, as she meticulously cuts the lamb chop on her plate into tiny bite-size pieces, before popping it in her mouth and chewing at it lavishly at the rich, juice texture that invades her mouth. She will roll her tongue in her lovely mouth. And when she hits that right spot… se magnifique! She will instinctively sink her nails around a nearby fabric, close her eyes and quietly moan appreciatively. Just the mere sight of it can bring his c**k into a stifling hardness from underneath the table.

There’s nothing more attractive than the facial expression she makes when she finds delight in the food he cooks. After all, this is part of his duty as her personal chef and nutritionist. But if he could have his way with her, he would love nothing more than to f**k her into the table, regardless if she is willing or not. Patience, he tells himself, clenching the utensils in his hands and adjusting himself in his tightening dress pants.

It takes a certain degree of trust to allow a man to continuously cook for her on daily basis. Perhaps that is why she never suspect when the ‘mayonnaise’ tastes a little bit sour than the usual — added with a little bit of his own ‘special sauce’, he explains when she asks curiously, with those sweet doe eyes of hers. Or when the girl finds herself dozing off suspiciously so quickly right after dinner at times. This time around, Kacilius manages to find a creative way to implement is ‘special sauce’ into the desert, which innocently appears like any other normal milk pudding to the unsuspecting eyes of his employer.

As they move on to the end of the meal, he places a carefully crafted pudding cup onto her place. She dives into it right away, scooping a spoonful of pudding and wraps her peach pink lips around it, eyebrows crease slightly when she tastes that strange tanginess again, before slurping the rest of it delightfully when the other half of the sweetness kicks in. With a penchant for gluttony that she has, it doesn’t take long before she downs the rest of the cup’s contents greedily, licking her bottom lips clean with a gentle swipe of her tongue. Oh mon Dieu… Kacilius thinks he just comes a little in his pants. The girl has no idea just what kind of effect she has on him.

After dinner is done, she wipes off her mouth with a clean napkin and thanks him gracefully. “Merci pour le dîner, Kacilius. La nourriture est excellente comme toujours. Passons les côtelettes d'agneau au menu permanent pour chaque nuit jusqu'à ce que je m'ennuie,” she delivers in perfect French. (Thank you for the dinner, Kacilius. The food are excellent as always. Let’s move lamb chops to permanent menu for every night until I get bored.)

“Excellenté!” he replies. “Et que penses-tu du pudding?” (And what do you think about the pudding?)

“Il a un goût un peu étrange…” she tries to find the right word for it, “unique, mais dans l'ensemble, j'aime l'onctuosité épaisse de celui-ci.” (It has a slightly strange… unique taste to it, but overall, I like the thick creaminess of it.)

He almost chokes in his breath hearing her response, but try to pass it off casually. She can’t know, but his length is pulsating mercilessly inside his pants right now.

“Quelque chose ne va pas?” (Something wrong?)

“Rien,” he chokes up. “Alors, euh, tu aimes la texture?” (Nothing… So, um, you like the texture?)

“C'était assez agréable,” she replies smoothly. “Cela ne me dérange pas de l'avoir de temps en temps à nouveau.” (It was pleasant enough. I don’t mind having it from time to time again.)

She is slowly developing a taste for his thick cream, and there is nothing that can turn a man more than hearing the clearly stated admittance of that. Of course, she doesn’t know, but that doesn’t make this any less elevating for him. He is only glad that he hasn’t finish his portion yet, albeit a slightly different version of hers, so he will have an excuse not to get up yet. Because the raging hard on that he is sporting will appear extremely visible through his pants if he ever gets up right now.

He has to wait for a bit before he can stand up. And when he does, even performing the task is hard, thanks to the way she makes him feel. His boner is still riding against is zipper painfully as he attempts to walk down a bit, before eventually following her back to her bedroom. Inside, she is already fast sleeping soundlessly, a clear evident that the sleeping drug is working. Poor girl. She has a hard case of insomnia, which makes falling asleep extremely difficult for her. He starts mixing it in her food when he learns that small fact, the drug tasteless and odorless enough to remain unnoticeable even as she quietly develops a taste for it. He has to space out the dosage so that she won’t become addicted to it, though. A blade has two edge, and he doesn’t want to damage her body with it.

Even fast asleep, he still doesn’t want to take chances. He always make sure by placing a chaste kiss on her face; her forehead, her cheeks, then her lips. He regularly tongues her intimately enough that she will sure to bite in return if she simply pretends to fall asleep. He can’t be a little too careful. But as he tastes her delicious mouth, he can’t help but to grow slightly harder than he already is, his gourmet tongue can’t help but to spark in ecstasy from the wonderful flavour she produces. She tastes of lamb and sweetness, a little bit of herself and him as well; and if she is already this delicious from the mouth, he can’t wait to taste her down there too.

Carefully, his hands roam down the rest of her and fondle her supple breasts — two magnificent F cups. He climbs onto the bed until he manages to place himself in between her legs, the throbbing length in his pants situated aligned to her covered entrance; but not for long. Kacilius is in no great hurry at all, taking his time enjoying the feel of her soft body under him until his hair falls to his face thanks to all the ragged hustle.

He is not usually like this. He has never been enamoured by any female form at all. They were distracted, at best. But with her, his sweet Rose, his ma chérie — he finds that he can fully indulge himself with her. (Ma chérie is a little bit too intimate though, and he can never uses that directly in front of her, so he has to settle with ‘ma chére’ instead.) She is beautiful above any standards, but that is not what attracts him to her. No, he loves her because of her strength and relentlessness, of her spirit and wits; but most of all, because he found that her darkness matches his own.

That has never happened before. As it usually happens, he is either too dark or too twisted to their liking. But with her, it feels as if he can fully be himself. She even knows his secret. Their first encounter, and he was already deeply implicated by her, caught red handed in the most literal sense. She could have taken his secret to the authorities. But she didn’t. Instead, she asks him to come work for her. At first, he was simply too curious to refuse. And then after that, he simply became too enamoured to the things he learns of her, and the rest is history.

What a wretched and lonely soul he had been, before he met her. Scrambling, searching, bodies after bodies, dish after dish, only to discover that he was never truly alive to begin with… until he met her. If she ever leaves him, he won’t know what to do. All the more reason to have her. To keep her by his side.

He could have eaten her. The thought has crossed his mind more than a couple of times. That way, he can keep her inside him forever. But that way will not work on her. His ma chérie is special. So he figured out a much more fitting way to keep her as his. All he has to do is plant his seeds inside her, and the rest will fall into place.

She is always dressed in nightgown and panties when she sleeps. Her pebbles are already naturally hardened from the cold air of the room. Added with his administrations, and they look as tempting to be sucked. His mouth enjoys another taste of her as he nibbles and sucks on her pink nip, while his hand lazily slips in between her tights, to coarse a wetness out of her core.

He always enjoys the fleshy display of her pink p***y, which is always kept so bare and clean. She is meticulous this way, another part of her that he loves. He carefully slips his index finger underneath the covering, feeling the smooth texture of her labia, before finally sinking into the sweet wet core of her p***y.

Tight. Slick. Delectable. Her fragrant scent is tantalizing, teasing his nostrils, and his entirely being is trembling from control. He gotta have her. Now. But not here.

Kacilius regains the slight bit of control he has left, then dislodges himself from atop of her and sweeps her angelic sleeping form into his arms, carrying her bridal style out of her bed chamber and back into the great dining table. There’s just something enigmatic about the room — symbolic, even. This is where he regularly feeds her; also where he feeds from her.

He carefully places her by the head of the table, threatening her like this fragile doll that’s made of glass, lying most of her body weight on top of the wooden surface, so that only her calves are dangling off the furniture, where he can easily spread them apart and place himself in between. Her globes jiggle ever so slightly from the top of her silky nightgown as he moves her about, positioning her and himself until he finds the right angle. Then, he takes out a knife.

The blade shines sharply under the dim lightning of the room as he lowers it against her s*x, teasing her sensitive bud with its dull edge a little bit until her juice is soaking through the material, before he proceeds to cut the small thing into ribbons, like unwrapping a gift. He is careful enough not to cut her skin, years of experience has taught him to be meticulous in the details.

Her fleshy mons is fairly pale, must like the rest of her. She is so tight that he has to prey her legs further apart and fish out her labia with his bulky fingers until they are soaked with her juices. The sight of her is so exquisite that right here and now, something suddenly snaps inside him, forcing him to quickly duck down and whip his tongue to her s*x, wicked tongue lapping, tasting, eating her out so hungrily as if this man knows no drink or food for such a long time — a stark contrast to his true physical state.

He flicks his tongue on her vulva from top to bottom like a starving animal, violating her delicate flesh until he draws out genuinely soft moans and grunts from her sleeping form. Her brows start to crease in a hard sleep, but Kacilius shows no sign of slowing down. He is much too addicted to her taste, her flavor so sweet like honey nectar. He can eat her out for days, if he could. Pour toujours jusqu'à la mort font-ils partie. {Forever until death do they part.}

The mere taste of her simply kicks up the already growing flame he has for her, causing his pants to tighten up so much to the point where it becomes much too unbearable for him to contain, bordering to a deliciously sweet pain. He barely even get a scratch of her yet. Even with her pink p***y already so sloppily soaking wet with his saliva, there is still so much more of her that he has not explode yet. The man has a long tongue, but he can only stretch himself for as far as he can physically go. And as much as he likes to keep this going on for hours, there is this more growing urgency of him that he has to whip out.

The moment he unzips himself, his c**k immediately springs to action, hard length rigid and ready, a perfect upward curve, all just for her. It glistens under the intimately low lighting with a silverish glow, his pre-c*m crowing at the thick head that seems to be bestowing intense kisses in the air. All he needs to do now is just to align himself with her entrance and thrust forward, and her tight passage is for him to claim.

He forgets how many times he has claimed her already. The moment she was off age, it was all fair game to him. Yet strangely, no matter how many times he lays claim on her, her inside always rupture a tear at some point, and he always end up pulling out with blood drenching their inner thighs, the fresh crimson dripping down as if silently mocking him for taking something that is not his to take. He supposes her hymen is simply too small for his size, no matter how many times they’ve joined already.

This time too, is no different.

Her entrance is already so wet, covered in his flisterning administrations and her own juices, that it doesn’t take much for him to make the first thrust. The fat head of his c**k slips through the tight muscle ring of her cunt slippery fast like crazy, before he proceeds to coax the rest of him in, tasting the bumpy tissues of her rugae with the girth of his c**k, then continue to spread her tight channel inch after delicious inch, until his tip hits an end, one more inch shy to spare from being fully seated inside her.

The man lets out the low grunt he doesn’t know he has been holding in, breathing husky from being gripped so tightly by her beautiful p***y. Already he can feel wetness spreading around the confining tender tissues of her cunt, but already f****d her plenty of times to know that it’s most likely her vaginal blood leaking down his c**k at the moment. f**k. She feels so good, it almost feels like their first time all over again.

He can still recall the first time they joined perfectly clear. It was right after he drugged her, just like this one. But the first time he did it, he didn’t even dare to touch her at all, afraid to find that she will wake up and look at him accusingly. But then as times grows, the stronger his curiosity becomes — to the point where he could not ignore it anymore. That was when he started touching her. Lightly at first, simply too afraid from abruptly waking her up from her peaceful dream — but Rose has always been so deeply asleep, so quiet, that it only pushes him to be even more daring. Light touches becomes fondles, fondling turns to tasting, then before long, Kacilius finds himself slipping his own c**k to her tender entrance.

She had bled quite a lot back then, but it didn’t deter him by the slightest. In fact, the fresh sight of blood only turns him on even better. The fact that he was her first… He couldn’t hold himself back then, pumping in and out of her like a wild animal, tearing her insides even more than he already did, until he ended up spent inside her. He never even bother to take himself out after the third time, not wanting to see any of his seeds escape from her lovely p***y. He wants to keep it all in, hoping that from one of those chances, his seeds would take.

Just the mere recollection of their first thrisce is making him impossibly harder. Kacilius pulls out from her chanel slightly, even when it pains him to do so, just to angle himself better inside her. He knows that she can take all of him in, and he’s going to do it again. For the second time he plunges in, he manages to make her sheath snugs around him all the way to the base of his c**k, where her vaginal glands are clenching around his base firmly.

Perfectiɔ̃n.

They stay for a while like this, her cunt stretched out so much just to occupy him, enjoying the warm, delicate sensation of being fully inside her cunt. Kacilius pulls his head back slightly so that he can allow some of the light to touch her delicate face, his large rough hands rubbing gently at the side of her face, eyes counting her long lashes and he leans in to capture her bottom lips, tasting her over there too, dipping his thumb into her pink mouth and working on her flexed jaws slowly.

He starts moving inside her at the same time, rocking his hips back and forth ever so lovingly until he can feel her cheeks turning flushed pink from all the heat their combined bodies are making, right in his hands. Her sweet honey juices are flowing free again at this point, allowing him to move even harder, faster inside her cunt until the tip of c**k starts hitting the opening of her womb, their pelvis coming together in an erotic symphony of flesh smacking against flesh.

At some point, he f***s her so hard that her eyelids start to pop open, her person stirred awake thanks to all that pounding and hard thrusts. This causes Kacilius to quickly come to stop in an abrupt halt, for a good minute or two. The man panics for a little bit, despite his calm and assured composure. The drug he put in her food should last for a good six hours at the least, making her feel drowsy enough to keep her sluggish for the entire night, even when she’s half awake like this. What transpire this night, even if she remembers, will still be nothing more than a sliver of a dream to her.

With that assurance in mind, Kacilius starts picking up his pace again, making love to her as he stares deeply into her half-lidded eyes, giving an imprint of a faceless lover to her body to remember. Her lips part at her own accord, and he can feel her legs starting to relax again by his sides. He grabs hold of her thighs and wrap her legs around his waist, the limbs dropping bonelessly around him while he angles himself deeper into her, teasing at her cervix until her p***y starts to quake around him. The slight tremors are signs that she is getting close, and it feels délicieux.

Douce mère de baise! Sweet mother of f**k! He slams himself so hard into her in a repeated motions, until he starts to lose control like a wild animal. Her legs fall back to the edge of the table, but he keeps them in place in forceful grips as he hammers himself profoundly into her, until the whole table starts to rock audibly from all that pounding; her breasts bouncing up and down so fast freely from the confines of her silky top, as his balls slap against her ass all at the same time.

Still, he doesn’t care about how loud he’s being. His estranged grunts comes out seconds later, growing into a series of even more intense howls as his pace picks up into an incredible speed, his fine hair sticking to the shadows of his face. He f***s into her to an explosive point, before quickly halting deep inside her as he climaxes hard, unloading his seeds in waves after waves of hot jets for her womb to absorb.

Kacilius doesn’t even bother to move for the longest time, just lying on top of her breathlessly, hold back some of his body weight as to not crush her from above.

Once he regathers his strength again, he picks her up with his arms, c**k still lodged inside her as he carries her back to room, eyelids closed to another deep slumber as he carefully lies her head back to her pillow.

He stays as long as he safely can, and almost regret it when he pulls himself out. For a moment, he just stares at her fixedly, his fingers working to push his semen back into her oozing cunt before he even registers what he’s doing.

Still stark naked, he retrieves himself to her bathroom to clean up, before returning to the side of her bed with a wet towel in hand, to clean up the wet evidence on her inner thighs, then proceeds to redress her with a fresh new pair of panties, in the exact same color as to the one he had just ruined, taking a mental note to clean up the mess on the dining table as well.

With one last chaste kiss, he stucks her in, redresses himself, then exit the room.

Rose Goodacre wakes up with a strange feeling in between her legs, her body covered in sweat from the mysterious source of heat. She remains lying sluggishly on her bed until the sensation in her pelvis becomes much too unbearable to ignore, before finally trailing inside her bathroom to relief herself. She is still half asleep when she flushes and lazily returns to her bed. She doesn’t think she has any better sleep compared to the rest of the week. She can even still recall the faint dream she had, bits and flashes of erotic deeds performed by the incredible lover she’ll never meet again. At times like this, she wonders if it will be better to just give herself in and just have s*x with someone incredible, like the man in her dream. She is so turned on that she starts wetting herself, this time for a completely different reason that before.

A few minutes later, Kacilius waltzes in with a complete set of breakfast at hand; bacon, waffles, smoke salmon and a bowl of flowery garden salad, complete with a tall glass of peach milkshake, all for her. Man, he does know how to please a lady. She sends him an appreciative smile, before she starts scooping delicious bites of food with a fork.

She doesn’t realize until much later in the shower, where she finds bluish bruises crawling all over her thighs.

She probably bumps into too many hard things at work carelessly the day before.

“Know the importance of your everyday life.

The boring life you lead is

happiness beyond words for certain others.”

—Morpheus; “King of Dreams”.