Dark Intent

Chapter 7

The room itself appeared to respond to the atmosphere between them. Shadows deepened, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing patterns on the walls. The air seemed charged with an energy that was both unsettling and alluring. She felt as though she was standing on the precipice of something unknown, and against her better judgment, a part of her longed to let this moment unfold as it would.

"You've claimed lives before," she accused, a mix of fear and defiance in her tone as she sought to regain her composure.

His gaze held a weight of acknowledgement. "Not intentionally," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of remorse. The confession lingered, leaving an unspoken complexity in the air as if the weight of his past actions loomed over the present moment.

"You brought me here to feed," she stated with a mixture of resignation and a growing fascination with the unfolding reality.

His gaze, intense and unwavering, bore into her as he confirmed, "I did." The simplicity of his admission contrasted sharply with the complexity of emotions swirling within her. Fear should have dominated, but an inexplicable allure kept her teetering on the edge between apprehension and desire. The realization of her impending fate sent a thrill through her, the paradox of attraction and terror weaving a surreal tapestry around her senses.

The thrill of his words sent tremors through her now, there was an excitement as she pressed herself into him, whatever was to happen was out of her hands, and all she could do was enjoy whatever fate held for her.

As his arm wrapped around her waist, his hand moved to her breast, caressing it through the thing fabric, his thumb brushed over her n****e sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. His lips caught her neck once more and she let out a soft whimper. His thumb brushed her n****e slowly before capturing it between his finger and thumb rolling it and drawing a whimper from her.

Her eyes closed slightly as she felt the rush of heat between her thighs, his touch had an almost immediate effect, she knew at that moment he could do as he pleased with her and she couldn’t resist.

Again she felt something trace her thigh, her eyes drifted down as she caught sight, he had a tail, she froze as her gaze snapped up to him.

“Relax Miss Reynolds, put away the journalist and let yourself be free,” His words were full of tease, he knew exactly what he was doing, his tail crept further up her body as he continued to caress and touch her breast, now slipping to the opposite, she whimpered slightly.

His tail was thick, yet smooth, she wondered if he could, but her train of thought quickly shut down as it pressed against her panties, rubbing as if it were his length pressing against her. His lips met the pale flesh of her neck as he continued to torment her n****e, her mind stumbled then crashed over the edge into an orgasm, her knees buckled and his grip on her waist tightened, keeping her against him.

“That’s a good girl,” He breathed against her ear, she hated that phrase, yet from his lips, it sent another wave of pleasure through her, as his tail continued to press between her thighs. Slowly she pushed against his grasp, his grip letting her loose as she sank to her knees, her hands brushing the rippled muscle of his thigh, raising herself a little now as her hand wrapped around the thick of him, slowly stroking, he gave away nothing.

She kissed along the thick length, then slowly kissed the tip, the salty taste of him spread out across her tongue before be slid her mouth over him, he was thick and it took her a moment to find a method that was as comfortable as she slowly sunk her mouth upon him. He was by far larger than any man she had ever been with. Her hand and mouth worked slowly to stroke and caress him, his manhood was so warm as she sank upon him. Trying to take more each time she came down upon him until he hit the back of her throat causing her to gag slightly.

She pulled back looking up at him as if looking for his approval, his eyes were settled on her before he gave nothing more than a slight nod. And she returned to working his length with her mouth, she wanted more than anything in that moment to please him. His hand began to wind into her hair as she gave herself to him, his hand guiding her, forcing her down further, he began to thrust, his hard thick c**k buried down her throat over and over as she forced herself to relax, he could use her and all she could do in response was to accept it.

She felt something pressing against her, then slip under the fabric of her panties, that smooth length she presumed sinuous, why did he even have a tail? Did he have wings too she wondered all of which quickly evaporated as she felt the length of him caressing her already wet and waiting wetness. It flicked and teased at her opening, never quite penetrating. Her thoughts fell away as he used her throat and tormented her most sensitive part. As he pulled away she could feel the drool that had spilled from her mouth and down her shirt.

“Do you wish to stop?” Was that an actual question? Through the daze of her mind short on oxygen, her body ached for him as she looked into his eyes.

“Take whatever you wish from me, drown me in madness for all I care” He seemingly didn’t need further words as he leant down taking her hand and raising her to her feet, leading her a moment before pushing her back on the bed as she scrambled into position her joined her, his body over hers as he kissed her with more passion than she had ever felt. Her whole body rocked with excitement.

His fingers crept up her inner thigh, barely touching the skin, sending waves of excitement coursing through her now. She felt him trace his fingers over her aching wetness, her body shuddered as a soft moan escaped her lips. As it did his lips met hers, his fingers sinking into her in the same instant. Her breath caught as he kissed her, her body pushing into his fingers as they curled, he found the sweet spot just inside, his fingers rapidly stroking and teasing as she felt herself rapidly climb.

Again she crashed into an orgasm, she whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, offering them to her as she hungrily cleaned herself from him.

“That’s a good girl,” His words sent another shiver through her, she couldn’t believe how much of an effect his words had. He had barely begun as she felt the world in a whole new way, every sense seemed to ignite in the same moment. She knew what she wanted now as she began to push against him, trying to push her hips into him. His hand landed on her stomach and barely any force applied had her pinned.

“Behave!” There was a presence to his voice now, a command so firm her body did as ordered.

“Y... yes sir...” She whimpered.

He was over her, his body shifted slightly and she felt his manhood brush her already aching folds, she wanted him inside her, and he was going to take his time. He was going to make her body beg him and she knew it. As he took hold of himself stroking slowly she could feel the air he stirred but not him and she whined, his actions were maddening to her now. She could feel him stroke himself, what did he intend to do c*m on her and leave her? She prayed not as she finally felt the tip of him, f**k he’s so big he’s going to rip me apart, she thighs remember how difficult getting him in her mouth had been. He lined himself against her the held, drawing another whine from her.

“What is my precious little rabbit?” Her mind drank her words, and his words apt as she was the rabbit trapped in the jaws of a predator about to devour her whole.

“I ... want...” her words came through ragged breaths “to.... f**k me.....please....”

There was no need to ask again as she felt the flash of pain crashing against the thrill of pleasure, as he slid every thick hard inch into her, in her limited experience Sara had never felt anything so big inside her. She whimpered and squirmed as he held deep inside her. He let her adjust before beginning to pound into her, relentless thrusts sliding back, before driving into her, already sensitive from her previous releases as she felt herself nearing another. Suddenly he slowed, her body fighting to hold onto that feeling before falling away.

“Let’s not be done before we’ve started,” He chuckled softly, they returned to his quicker rhythm he would take her to the edge and then suddenly pull her away at the last moment. Causing her to whimper and whine with frustration, every time he slowed her whines would become more and more desperate.

“P.... please sir, please let me c*m, please” She pleaded, suddenly he wrapped his arm around her waist and with one motion flipped them, leaving her on top and him still buried inside her, she reared up crying out as he slipped seemingly deeper into her, she didn’t care as she ground and rose against him, she would push herself over the edge, it was a choice she knew would haunt her but she didn’t care as she rose and plunged herself onto him, throwing her head back as her orgasm struck. Her entire body convulsed from the force of being pushed to the edge repeatedly as she screamed out in pleasure.

She rode the wave seemingly for at least ten minutes, she knew it wasn’t but it was at least ninety seconds. As she fell against him panting. His lips met her neck and his next words caused her mind to spin.

“Did you enjoy that act of defiance?” That was a very specific word, and he was right she hadn’t let him continue to control her as she lost herself in need.

“I..... I needed to c*m Sir,” She whimpered in reply.

“I see, well let’s take care of that,” He replied, his tone was so straight she felt the panic rise.