Me and the Devil

ChapterThree

I tried to distract myself that day by wandering through the corridors. The walls were lined with portraits of priests that were long gone, whose eyes seem to follow me as if they knew what I did. I noticed that the air grew colder in some corners with that same faint scent.

The elderly housekeeper, Mrs Graves, found me in the library and her eyes held a look of pity.

“New bride,” she murmured as she began dusting the shelves. “You look weak already… just like the last lady, Eleanor.”

I arched my brows, listening even more attentively as she continued.

“Sweet at first, then the voices started. And one day… she just vanished.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. “Vanished?”

Mrs Graves glances towards the locked east wing. “Master Ellis never speaks of it, so be careful child. This house chooses its ladies.”

Malachir’s voice returned, dark and possessive. “She begged prettier than you at first. But you take my c**k like you were born for it… my filthy little whore.”

Those words sent a bolt of shameful arousal through me so I excused myself, hurriedly walked to a private sitting room and locked the door. I couldn’t fight the urge anymore.

I collapsed onto a long couch, moving my gown up to my waist with trembling hands. My panties were already soaked, I shoved them aside and dig two fingers isnt my aching cunt as I loaned at the wey sound. But it wasn’t enough, my fingers were to small, too… human. They didn’t reach the placed Malachir’s enormous c**k stroked with ease.

“Malachir,” I whispered, my eyes shitting right as I pumped faster, curling my fingers against my G spot. The memories came back instantly, the way how c**k stretched me just before he spilled his c*m into my womb.

“It’s so much better… and deeper,” I moaned.

I slid in a third finger, rubbing my swollen c**t with my thumb in fast circles. Then my hips bucked off the couch. “f**k… your c**k has ruined me.”

I imagines his eyes glowing down at me while he rained those filthy words, “come on my c**k like the desperate slit that you are.”

The memory of his voice pushed me over the edge and I came with a muffled cry, biting my fist and my p***y clenching hard around my fingers. My juices trickled down my own wrist and down the couch, but that organs was weak, it was nothing like the waves Malachir had pulled from me.

I may there panting, tears of frustration stinging my eyes as I slowly withdrew my fingers.

“You can never be satisfied again,” Malachir whispered. “Not without me.”

I moved my eyes, trying to search for him but heat still pooled between my legs.

“Come back tonight, Ruby, and I will f**k you until you forget your husband’s name.”

That seemed like the perfect plan but then something brought the name ‘Eleanor’ back to my mind. The fact that she just vanished was something I wanted to know more about. I say alone in that sitting room for nearly an hour, trying to convince myself that I was overthinking and old houses usually came with these kind of stories. Yet I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that Mrs Graves was actually remembering what happened.

An unsettling feeling began to grow in my gut then suddenly, the ran came. It began talking softly against the stained glass window of the cathedral mansion, the colorful light casting strange patterns on the floor.

I stood from the couch because I needed answers, ANS the kind of answers I needed would most likely be found in a book than the whispered warnings from Mrs Graves.

I found my way back to an library that looked nearly deserted. It had long shelves that stretched from the floor to ceiling, filled with leather covered books that look almost faded. They were probably as old as this cathedral.

I glanced around to make sure I was alone before stepping deeper into the library.

“Eleanor Hargrove,” I murmured. The name sounded a bit too familiar like I had heard it somewhere before.

I began searching the most obvious places… family records, property document and estate histories. Hours passed snd dust had already coated my finger tips, yet there weren’t even any dots to connect.

Then I found a record of Ellis’s parents, his grandparents and generations of family members for over centuries. Something caught my eyes though… but I’d like to believe that it was just my mind messing with me or… him. I saw a very familiar name while I was searching through the family history… Malachir. But when I blinked, it was replaced with something else, the name was centuries away so I didn’t think much of it.

Everything except Eleanor. I frowned to myself, that wasn’t normal at all because if Eleanor had lived in this house then surely there must’ve been an evidence of that. The records here were as though she never even existed.

Frustrated, I whispered, “who are you?”

The library remained silent except for the ticking of an old grandfather clock. Then I moved towards a section of old newspapers, I believer that if suck a wealthy man’s wife disappeared then it would’ve definitely made the headlines. Maybe an obituary or a funeral announcement or accident report… but page after page revealed nothing, not even a mention of her name.

The absence itself became more frightening. It looked like someone had intentionally removed it all. The room suddenly felt colder and my gaze shifted to the darkened windows, the rain outside had gotten heavier and trickled faster down the glass. I felt a shift like the floors were moving, or maybe something was here.

“You won’t find anything there.”

I nearly jumped from my seat as I spun around. The library was empty but I recognized that voice immediately and my pulse quickened.

“What do you mean?” I whispered but there was silence.

I waited a few seconds for a response but got none so I stood slowly. “Malachir?”

For the first time since I started hearing his voice, it seemed like he wasn’t willing to speak to me and that unsettled me even more.