Forbidden: The Eternal One

Chapter Six: Unspoken Promises

(Vakthra’s POV)

I twirled a lock of Amara’s fiery red hair between my forefinger and thumb. She is laid on my lap in a peaceful slumber after finishing generous portions of braised lamb and lemon rosemary zucchini bread. My girl certainly had an appetite! I couldn’t help but notice how easily she fit back into my arms. It were almost as if she’d never left. Almost, except she had changed so much in this lifetime. There was something almost..melancholic about her. A certain sadness lingered in her gaze and she seemed quite shy compared to the flamboyant, whirlwind of a woman I’d fallen in love with so many centuries ago.

It’s been over three hundred years since I last tasted her tantalizing kiss or felt her divinely tight walls clamping around my throbbing c**k as we ascend to a place only lovers know. Our own paradise. In our previous life together, I wasn’t able to take her virginity. She was the Dark Master and that type of magick came at a price - her virtue. We held orgies and seances, bathed in the blood of our enemies, and shared our bodies in ways that makes my c**k twitch in my pants just thinking about it. It’s hard to imagine the angelic creature sleeping so peacefully is the same woman who sacrificed her life for our love so long ago.

I look at Amara now and I feel a sense of dread. I can’t help but wonder if she will be corrupted again in this life. I find her innocence endearing. As much as I love the mental image of defiling her when she’s good and ready, so much time has passed that I would equally love to show her the softer sides of me. I want to love her in a way that I wasn’t privy to before because we were both too dark and angry and consumed by our lust for power. Gods, don’t let us repeat our sins.

Amara smiles softly in her sleep and I take a moment to run my thumb along the tender flesh of her lower lip. Her mouth parts slightly and she moans sensually into my touch. Through my pants, my rock hard member pokes at her cheek. I want so badly to pull them down and run the tip of my p***s along her soft, parted lips. To gently press until I feel her warm, soft mouth envelop and taste me. Soon. I promise myself. The nightgown she is wearing is sheer and I can see the outline of her milky, full breasts. To avoid temptation, I covered her with the duvet and repositioned her so that she wasn’t face to face with my throbbing member.

I take a moment to admire her beauty. She was beautiful the first time we met, with shorn jet black hair that framed her round face in a spiky and fierce manner. Her almond shaped eyes were ruby red and her skin the color of mocha, with full lips and an adorable button nose to boot. She was short and voluptuous, with a narrow waist and wide hips paired with small but ample breasts. Everything about her used to radiate sheer, s****l energy. She was bad to the bone and nobody dared challenge her. But this time? f**k. She was tall and lean, with large, round breasts as well as a tight bubble butt to boot. Her heart shaped face was speckled with freckles and round, crystal blue eyes sat perfectly between her high cheekbones. Her straight, upturned nose led way to naturally full and pink lips. Her wavy, golden red hair cascaded generously down her shoulders and stopped just above the small of her back. I doubt she even realized how stunning she was this go around.

If being subjected to over three hundred years of confinement in this fortress is what it took to get her back, I would gladly wait three hundred more. My heart warms as I continue to watch her slumber. I would not allow us to repeat our past mistakes. I will help Amara achieve her Destiny and keep her on the path of light. She kept her promise and came back to me, now I will keep my promise to the Gods and help maintain the balance of her soul. I must.