THE LIBATION

CHAPTER EIGHT

Elara turned to Prudence, her eyes darkened, her sharp finger nails taking it's place, her breathe became fast every minute. Prudence looked at her, trying to stand up and run, but little did she know she had an obstacle waiting behind her. She moved back and hit her back at the huge statue standing there. Prudence was breathing as fast as Elara now, her eyes wide opened in great fear, she watched how Elara twisted her body and walked on both hands and toes. She walked lifeless, yet a little bit fast. Just in, Draven and Maltida appeared behind Elara.

"Woah! What happened to her?" He moved back in surprise when he saw a different Elara.

"Draven would you just go please!"

"Okay." He immediately went to the rescue of Prudence as he lifted Elara up in his arms and disappeared again. Maltida ran to her friend to comfort her.

"Draven....Drav...en....help...me....blood....blood...." Elara stuttered when Draven laid her gently on the bed. She rolled her eyes, shaking off the dizziness. Draven leaned closer offering his neck. Her instincts took over, her eyes flung open as she she sank her teeth into his skin. Blood flowed, warm and rich, sweet, as she drank hungrily, feeling a strange rush of power. Elara moved, making Draven lay still on the bed, her body on his, her hands still clutched firmly to his shoulders as she sucked in his blood and moaned out at every bit. She held him firmly, her heart racing, until she finally pulled away, panting, while Draven stayed still, staring at her.

Elara turned slowly to Draven who was staring at her. Her green almond eyes radiating in the dark room and glowing in Draven's eyes. Draven made his eyes travel down her chest and watched peaceful how it rised and went down slowly. He made his eyes go back to her face, and he beheld the beauty. She was still looking effortlessly beautiful even in this state. He noticed a flush of redness in her cheeks the more he looked at her and he liked the way he made her feel just be staring at her. He had always wanted a way with Elara and here she was, on his bed, shinning bright in the dark, silent room, looking beautiful like ever before. His c**k read the memo and signaled itself, sending rush of adrenaline to his whole body, which made him shiver a little and swallow the hard lump in his throat. He shouldn't be thinking about her this way. Elara won't definitely agree to his seduction and he knew it. But a try won't hurt. He shrugged in his mind as he moved closer to Elara, who only but stared to admire how handsomely made Draven was.

She had to remind herself that she was into someone else which was Nathan. Though Draven made her lust over him sometimes, she still holds herself no matter what. But come to think of it, what if Nathan is cheating somewhere else and here she is, playing loyal? Or what if he is not? She questioned herself. And for another second, the thought of dating a human was questionable — it's not like you are going to marry him. When he finds out you are a witch, he won't hesitate to end your existence, but here is an handsome warlock lying on same bed with you, looking charming like ever before, and you want to back that down all because of who — a nasty human? She shooked the thought out of her head, and frowned when she noticed Draven's eyes darkened as he stared intensely at a part of her body. She traced his eyes down to her chest, and then she realized that her boobs were half exposed, maybe from the way she had been earlier before now. She immediately adjusted her shirt which made Draven blink twice and focus on her. Elara saw how Draven moved closer to her on the bed, his eyes never leaving her face. He raised his index finger and stroke her left cheeks gently, making sure each touch leaves a trace of echo. Elara could hear her own heart beat when Draven covered the distance between them and slid his hand her to hold her waist. She looked up at him with wide eyes. She wanted to stop him from moving further, but she just couldn't. Her mind was against it, but her body was willing. She could feel her c**t tightened when Draven devoured her lips eagerly, as if he had always wanted that — sure, he has always. He nibbled her bottom lips, which Elara understood and opened her mouth for him to gain full control of her. He entwined his tongue with hers, both moving in perfect rhythm. Draven moved and laid on Elara, his hands taking full control of her tatas. He wasn't liking what he touch, as he unbuttoned her shirt and brought her breast out from it's cover. He smiled when his big hands cupped the fleshy, round bosom of her chest. He really liked what he touched. Elara moaned out loud when he bit her n*****s and licked her aerola. She hugged her fingers into his rough, black curly hair as she begged for more of his touch. She ran her fingers up and down his rigid back. How wonderfully made he looked on the inside. She told herself. So this was what Raven enjoyed for this long. Jealousy crept into her heart at the thought of this and she didn't know why. Yes, Raven. Draven was only using Raven as a s*x toy, what if he wanted to add her to the list. Elara thought and was a scared for a while. She wanted to pull back, but she couldn't. Not she. She just felt this urge to stay back and taste a little of him. If it was Draven playing her mind to stay, she a little bit appreciated it. She was brought back to reality when Draven pulled down her black trousers out of her legs. He frowned when he saw the black underwear blocking his way, he also took it out just like he did to the trouser. Draven smiled at the beautiful sight of what she actually looked like. No doubt, she was more beautiful on the inside and he was proud of that. He pushed two of his fingers into her, making Elara throw her head backwards and burrowed her fingers into the bedsheet. He liked how he made her feel, and for a moment, he kept that smirk on his face. He moved his finger in and out of her, making sure not all was out. He made it three inside of her, pushing in and out with greater force unlike before, and as he kept going, he used his thumb to rub the surface of the c**t with pleasure mixed with pressure. Elara vibrated on the bed, breathing out fast and loud, she came up and held his hair tight. Laid back on her back and was up again looking at Draven who smiled at her. Draven bent low and sucked the desires that poured out on her thigh, it does smell nice like her. He brought out his fingers from her and moved backwards to undo his trousers. He wondered how he would make her feel if he was directly inside of her. He was now kneeling half naked in front of Elara, with his manhood in public, erected and hard. Elara came up only for her to behold what she had never saw before. Yeah, not even from Nathan. It's been a year now and they haven't had s*x, even though Nathan had urged her to.

She moved back as Draven was about to be inserted inside of her. He didn't get that, he thought maybe she was trying to adjust herself, but it was a warning sign. He smiled and moved closer again, but Elara turned and covered herself up with the duvet, making Draven frown. He immediately got his trousers back on and stared at her. He thought she liked it, so why did she back away all of a sudden.

"We....we shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be here." She finally found those words that had refused to be of help right from the start. Draven arched his brows as he looked at her, his hands crossed across his chest.

"Fine." He said in a dry tone. He turned and made for the bathroom.

"Fine?" She whispered to herself. "Arrghhh! I hate this motherfucker." She watched him locked the door behind him and immediately got dressed and left the room.

Elara jumped on her bed once she got to her dorm. Emily frowned at her attitude and went to go see her. She had been waiting a day for her, only for Elara to come in looking dejected. Elara wrapped herself up with her duvet and feelings of earlier began to creep in. She could still feel that burning and sweet sensation when Draven fingered her. She shook the thoughts out and needed to go take a shower to relieve herself from whatever had happened.

"Ooh....Emily." She gasped when she took off the duvet from her face only to see soft looking Emily on her bed.

"Hey, don't give me that look. I'm good." She said as she stood up from the bed and entered into the bathroom. She took off her clothes, and slowly step into the bath tub.

How had she been that vulnerable to let Draven take control of her. How weak was she to allow that to even happen. She cupped a handful of the soapy water and gently poured it on her body. The thought of what happened earlier came rushing to her head when she held her breast. She closed her eyes and felt the touch of Draven's hands on her breast. How he burned it with pleasure. She bit her lower lips hard as she took her hand down in between her thighs. She made her legs spread open in the water, as she put a finger into her cunt. Elara moaned out softly and played how Draven had indeed bewitched her when he took hold of that area. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled when she saw Draven In the water with her. He bent low to kiss her c**t and inserted his fingers into it, pushing in and out slowly like he did before. Elara threw her head back and rested on the tub, making funny sounds as she allowed Draven cast a spell on her. She held her breast so tight and caressed it with every thing in her. Ooh, how it feels to be touched this way! She thought. She saw Draven taking out his fingers and inserting a much larger thing instead. She let out a sharp moan when Draven thrusted his manhood inside of her, going in and out at a steady pace. She looked down at him and smiled, her body moving in rhythm to how Draven moved in and out. She loved the way Draven looked handsome when he smiled at her. She watched how he slowly moved up to her and took full control of her already swollen pink lips. She sucked in the desires that welled up in his mouth. She really loved how he tasted. Draven went harder this to time, making Elara moaned loudly at every movement. She threw her head backwards again and scream. Her eyes wide open, her breathe increased when she brought her head forward and stared down at the still water. She was still trying to catch her breathe when she realized her finger was stuck somewhere down her body. She slowly brought it out with disgust, and she hated herself instantly. Had she pleasured herself by being delusional about Draven? She asked herself with irritation on her face. She quickly got out of the bath tub without thinking twice and wrapped her towel round her body.