White Bloodline

CHAPTER 6: Absinth

CHAPTER 6: SIXTH EFFLORESCENCE

ABSINTH ~ Separation

Meaning: Deathly silence, falsehood, misconception, disjunction, detachment, tormented love.

Nightshade, walking up to that darkened mansion, brass gargoyles knockers on the door. She lived and died here, over one eternity inside its gloom. Now passed, she’s here no more. Bitter and hateful, all her miserable life, a miser self-absorbed recluse. No one left to bequest the dreadful house. For evermore.

The house is dark and air is dank. The centuries trapped inside its stale world. The door room opens with a stiff, creaking door. The gloom as dark as night no light, only old shadows, not yet faded. Fear fills in, the drapes open wide. Daylight streams inside. Dust particle over a century old, suspend in the windows sunlight rays.

Upon her bed she spent her last decade. On the pillow the indent of her head. Heart is filled with fear and dread. Her eyes are telling to leave. No dank odors pervade in the room. No stale foul air trapped within. The fragrance grows stronger. The sweet heady perfume that she wore, it was Nightshade with an odor as fresh as sin.

A shiver crept up my spine in my recognition. As the Nightshades perfumed air reached me, once again, I became a little boy. So afraid, no not afraid, but terrified of her. Nightfall's shadows covered the gloom in the house. Closing the bedroom door, I go to bed. Fearful of the memories, that still lived, inside that house of dread I hate every brick in this cursed place I know, not as much as it hates me.

Sleep is troubled and full of ghostly dreams, she is here in them calling to me. The nighttime slumber ends abruptly. The perfumed air, it chokes me, coughing and sneezing I wake up, familiar and malevolent. It is Nightshade, strong as it can be. I hear someone singing softly, in her room, a pained and mournful melody. Then the sound of footsteps walking round. She is calling me by name.

My legs are weak and terror waves I know her cruel taunting voice of old But I have no will, my legs they are taking me there. My fear is tearing in my chest my body icy cold. Unable to resist I reach her bedroom door. I open up the crystal knob that is the handle of her door. It opens. At her dressing table I see her. Long grey hair, witch-like, almost to the floor. Her fingers like a skeleton, long and thin. Dark red lips on a pallor white face, her thin lips in a sardonic, ghostly smile. She has her perfume in her hand, spraying Nightshade on her hair.

The smell of nightshade fills my soul As I am pulled even closer to her dreadful face. She pulls me to her face in a firm embrace. Kissing my mouth, her foul breath on my face. Pains overtake my chest, no air. I cannot breath, my heart it fails, as I fall to floor I see my body lying there. My life it is no more. At night we walk the place together, hand in hand, two ghostly ghouls, hear our footsteps on the floor. Perfumed Nightshade fragrance, for evermore.

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The Cadipylth’s chamber is cold and dark, unlike the one I share with Julius. I am let alone in the dark, unable to make out anything until I can hear steps from outside the closed door and someone opening it. He is standing at there, I can feel it without turning my gaze. How dare I, when I know what he can do? He just publically separated me from my husband a few hours ago. What else can he possibly do that can be considered as a ruthless decision?

My eyes are glued to the floor when I rise myself from the bed I am sitting on just at the right moment to bow respectfully at him.

“Your Grace.”

Cadipylth Loyd strolls to my direction. I can feel his eyes staring sharply at me, but I still am not valiant enough to elevate my gaze.

“Catalia.”

His voice sounds unfamiliar and unfit for my name. The sickeningly sweet tone only makes me feel ill, even when he only just said my name once. I do not feel belong at this place, let alone being so close to him.

“Yes, Your Grace,” I respond in a monotone voice.

Suddenly I can feel my head being lifted up with a finger pushing my chin. My gaze is forced to lock with his. Those radiant violet orbs welcome me, roaming deeply right into me. That heavy royal fragrance hugs his body tightly, flowing out easily to manipulate me. My mind becomes at ease like there is nothing. The tense I am feeling in my body disappears and becomes relax instantly. Everything grows light within seconds and my legs fail me. His arms come to catch me just in time, circling themselves around me in pressure I am not used to.

He removes his left hand to cup my chin, his thumb rubbing my bottom lips. “So red, so beautiful,” he says in a painfully aroused husk.

Blinking, I swallow hard while still mirthless against him. “T-thank you for your compliment, Your Grace. You are too kind,” I reply shakily.

“Oh, I don’t mean it as a compliment. Rather, because I am amused,” he says coldly, his face expressionless.

The hand on my waist push tighter, squeezing me to his chest until it becomes hard to breathe. The thickness of his scent is not helping either. He has the most powerful fragrant that what I have ever smelt in my entire life before. It is too strong that I become helpless while it drowns me. The smell of nightshade overpowers me ─ mind and body ─ that I can not help but being tempted along the way.

He lowers his left hand, caring my skin from the circle of my neck and down to the cleavage of my breasts. I gasp when he grabs my right breast roughly, wrapping the suppleness within his fingers though my gown. His right hand move from my waist and up to the back of my head, pulling me back as his face moves down to my chest. He inhales my chest, the tip of his nose touching my naked skin. I shiver by the coldness.

“Where is that lovely scent of yours, My Orynth? Why are your scent not singing for me, your Cadipylth?” comes his voice in such a raw and angry vibration that I flinch from it with pure fear. “It is because your brother is not here to touch you and that mine disgust you?” He squeezes my breast until it feels so painful, as if it were being ripped off me. “Is that why you went to my Convicus instead of me? Am I that displeasing?”

I am trembling in his arms with so much force, but he does not seem to care. This Cadipylth is not someone to be messed with. He might look calm when he was standing at the public’s eyes. But in his chamber, there are only him and me alone. He will do anything he pleases and no one will even be there do safe me. To make matter even worst, a ripping sound starts echoing through the room out of the blue.

Sucking in my breath, I try to content the cry that is threatening to flood. I am too afraid that he might be going to become even more upset if tears start to roll down my cheek. I try to act calm, but it is so damn hard.

He grabs my right breast again, but this time with direct contact. I flinch with the rashness and cold, fighting the urge to struggle free from his reach. Cadipylth Loyd pinches my bead to the point that it is hurting, all the while watching my tormented expression with a stone cold face.

“Does it hurt?” he questions in dark and cruel tone. “Then you must know how I felt when I found out that my supposed to be Queen was fooling around with other men, then.” When I can only whimper as a respond, he continues, “Your dirty, no more worthy that a lowly w***e, you know that? Which is why you have to be punished.”

Out of nowhere, four strands of white thorns appear, each circling themselves around my wrists and ankles. I finally cry in pain as they draw my blood. They have small thorns, but they are still hurtful. The strands lift me up until I am in a lying position in the air, the access to my cilt opens widely to the collateral to his face. Then I hear it. Another white thorn, this time bigger than the others. I look up to him, fear running to my veins. He is going to do what I think he is going to do.

“You have to receive your punishment for being a bad example to the other family members,” he taunts soullessly, before he gestures for the thorny whip to launch.

My howl of ailing booms when it enters my hole, scratching my walls without mercy. Blood rolls out from my inside, but the whip still keep trusting. It feels like hours before it can not go on anymore. The strand of thorns rests inside me for a while before it starts moving again. I cry in pain as it rolls from left to right in my tight walls, cutting my inside and drawing more blood.

I beg for the king to stop, but he acts as if he does not hear me. He continues control the big white strand to keep revolving in my hole without mercy. I try to struggle, but the smaller white thorns that hold me still cut my wrists and ankles deeper. Hours pass before he finally orders the big thorny whip to retreat.

So much blood gashes out from between my legs. I can only lie there helplessly in the air, almost lifeless. He stops just at the right moment before I am killed from losing too much blood.

“Let that teach you to not let another man touch you again. Ever,” he hisses to my ears dangerously, causing me to shiver in fear.

I want to reason, to tell him the truth. But will that even matter? All the while my throat has been feeling dry and sore. The intention of trying to tell him itself even frightens me to the point that I even dare to endure the tormenting pain rather than raising my voice to him.

I lay there, my bones broken and my limbs tangled, until he finally orders his thorns to lower me through his mind. My head feels heavy and lies back. The thorns move my body into a sitting position. His cold fingers brush my skin and push my chin up, forcing me to look up at him.

“Now, let us celebrate your union tonight.” He bends down slightly and my scream of pain echoes through the room once again when his fingers enter my bleeding hole, squeezing the walls mercilessly. “I won’t expect you to heal soon, though. So I guess we will just have to settle with something else.”

His thorns push my head back and force my waist to arch up. Cadipylth Loyd lowers his head between my spread legs and licks a try of my blood-stained folds, all the while still not breaking any eye contact. I sink back when I can not hold myself anymore and just let him do what he wants. I can feel a distant icy rubbing, flicking and sucking, until it feels like as if my body were not mine anymore and it cums by its natural self. My fragrance grows thicker in the air of this, causing both of our intense smells to collide against each other and causes my head to spin dizzier. At least I can be releaved that he does not touch my opened flesh and try to be as gentle as possible in my fragile state.

When I can not feel him on my p***y anymore, I thought that he has finished. But instantly I am dropped on the floor, my head parallel to his waist.

“Your turn.”

My eyes widen when he drops his pants and leaves him bare down. One of his hands is placed on the back of my skull and guides me to his huge aching member. My lips kiss the tip of his c**k, but still sealed. He yanks my hair until I scream and I find myself disorientated when I am shoved forward. My mouth is being force to open way too wide than I usual do until I can feel the corners of my lips almost torn. He pushes my head until I savor all of his length, all the while making me the worst level of pain possible by constraining me to accommodate him from head to end.

Tears start to stream when the all senses become alert and aching until I can taste them in my mouth, mixed with the taste of his bursting seed. But even after he already cums, the Cadipylth seems to still have more energy left to move my head in his rhythm. The trust gets quicker by the second. Over and over he reaches his limit and cums into me, but I forget how many times it has been since the first one.... Everywhere is sore.... My eyes roll back to meet the dark.

Once I find wake, I find myself staring at a sea of eyes. They are all staring at me, and I stare back in confusion. Why are there so many of them?

“Because they are your people now ─ our people. They would like to see their newly found Orynth in the arms of the Cadipylth,” that frigid voice whispers tauntingly at my ear when I thought I am only asking that question in my head, causing me hard to breathe.

Quickly I begin to struggle, but I am surprised to hear his restrained groan. I move at another opposing direction and the same drone is heard. The two pale hands around my waist now clench me tighting, wanting me to stay in my place.

“If you try moving again, My Orynth, I will make sure that I c*m so hard that our entire family will all be able to see it leaking down your bare legs, do you hear me?” icy mist creeps to my neck and ears when he says that. Don’t tell me that.... “Oh, come on, Catalia. You don’t think that I will abound tradition, right? Besides, with my help, your walls are already healing last midnight. My d**k demands your care. I have been waiting for years to find you, so of course I will not waste time.”

He moves just to prove his point, allowing his c**k to prod my inside with all its hardness. My body tenses immediately upon discovering this. How come he is still this hard after last night? Did he not take advantage of me while I was still asleep all night long? Why has it not being tamed yet?

I try to free my arms at least from his hold. My body is getting really rigid and need more space. Cadipylth Loyd insists on keep me still, but I manage to slide one arm off. When I look up, for the first time I notice a string of red delilahs being circled around my wrist. I glance down and find myself wearing a flower dress, which is barely covering my body. One wrong move and I might as well find myself naked if I am not to be careful while in this dress.

“I don’t like this dress,” I mutter through grinned teeth lowly so that only the person behind me can hear it. But then suddenly I remember who I am speaking to. “It shows almost all of my skin, Your Majesty. Not something a Orynth should be wearing in front of the public, I think.”

He snuffles, but then he says, “You have a point there. Let me enjoy you in that dress privately in our chamber, then.”

Suddenly, he stands up, causing my body to get squashed by his chest and arms. I am still hanging on to him when he dismisses the family members and walks me to his bedroom. Once we are alone, I pull myself away from him. The sound of his d**k coming of my hole is so loud that it echoes. I land on the bed in all four, but soon I notice what I do wrong.

My hole is still exposed to him.

All sorts of cold sweat is now dripping down from my body. I curl myself into a ball in attempt to prevent him from touching me at my sensitive areas again. I meet his cruel eyes and sinister smirk before he begins moving up to the bed as well. His palms grope my breasts from behind and he pulls me down. My back collides with his chest and yet he is still not lifting his palm off me. Slowly, they begins to massage me until the muscles lessen their strength. Up until I hear his soft snore that I realize he finally lets himself rest asleep this morning.

Days of me as a Orynth begins. People begin to treat me differently. There was almost no words exchanged when I was still this normal girl ─ one small spec of dust in the clan. But now it seems like everything want to win their share of attention from me. I have maids that serve my daily needs as well, but at that time Cadipylth Loyd even still can not get his hands of taking advantage of my waking hour. He assaults me at every possible way and place, not even slightly caring of the staring people. We do not have s*x, thankfully, but he still touches me every minute or so.

I am not allowed to meet anyone. Not my parents, not my brothers, and definitely not Julius. I am dying to know where he is always, but too afraid to face the consequences of my boldness. The Cadipylth might slap me, torture me, or even bleed to the point of death again. But none of those sacrifices seem to be able to allow me to gain that knowledge. He already clears things out that he does not want to me to touch by any other man. I doubt that seeing Julius is even permitted.

Oh, but I really hope that he is still alive. It is fine if I have to be the Cadipylth’s s*x slave in exchange. As long as Julius is still alive ─ and I pray every single night even when I am a sinner beyond compare ─ I will do everything I can.

Today I am given a colorful flower dress. Staring at the mirror, I can not help but to imagine what it would feel like to have Julius against me.... His hard body being pressed against my waiting one.... I c*m right on place as I drown myself in my own delusion. I slide my fingers between my folds and form the pace he usually does. Before long, I find myself groaning his name shamelessly.... Until I hear a click of a door being smashed close and a very dangerous present behind me, watching with evil eyes.

My finger freeze instantly when I force myself to turn to him.

"I just have enough of you!" Cadipylth Loyd spats with venom, his eyes no longer shows pure kindness and gentleness that he shade so well behind the public, but a set of dangerous violet orbs. He throws me to his king-sized bed and holds me down when I try to get up. While his one hand chokes on my neck to keep me down, his other hand starts roaming roughly down my body, ripping every crown of flower that he finds on the way without any mercy.

"No!" I cry out.

"Who do you think you are to defy me, Orynth? I am your Cadipylth. If I want you to walk around naked for the rest of your life, then that will be your final fate as long as you live!" He angrily rips away the last bit flowers that cover my body, causing me to lay down bare under him.

The bed is now filled with all kinds of colorful blossoms from my dress. My body is now free from any cover and open for him to touch. He does not want to touch me, though. The king does not desire love making. He wants s*x. And he wants it now.

Lubricating himself, he swipes his saliva all over his c**k. I don't have time to see it coming. Before I am even ready, he pushes himself into my entrance. I scream not in pain, but agony. I keep screaming and screaming because the pain does not stop - it refuses to stop.

Loyd pushes through my entrance further until all of him is inside me. Different from Julius, his c**k is not just bigger than what I usually handle, causing my walls to protest from the maximum stretch. He is gigantic, very thick and very much longer. His head stops just right at the edge of my walls. Not wasting another second, he begins rocking while in me right after he is entirely inside.

"Aaah! No! Please!" I plead underneath him, but he ignores me and keeps rocking.

The way his c**k sliding inside my small walls is so painful that I can not stop screaming. Loyd just violently slides in and out of me until he finally cums. His c*m floods into me like a broken dam, so much and so strong. I have a hard time trying to get away. My head is slightly dizzy and my vision is about to collapse at any time, but I can get through this. I have to stay patient.

"You think this is already over?" comes his tone teasing me cruelly. "Then you are dead wrong," his eyes glint darkly.

On cue, he slides out from me and places his head somewhere else way above - my mouth. His c*m is still leaking a bit from coming into me before and now I can taste the bitterness of it. I try to move my head away, but two tendrils grow from each of my side and wrap themselves around my head, forcing me to stay. Loyd starts moving his c**k just like how he did before in my mouth, each trust slamming his head to the edge of my throat. He groans with pleasure until he finally cums in my mouth as well.

He flashes me a satisfied smirk after that before sliding out. A wicked plan in his mind, he bends down until he finds my p***y. My body sweats cold by the suspended. Once finding the angle he likes, he sinks his face between my tights and injects his tongue in my slids. I cry out in agony when he torments the inside of my p***y, inserting his tongue so roughly that he draws blood. The transparent liquid turns him on even more, urging him to keep sucking and licking every drop of me.

I don't know how much time has pass until he finally raises his face from between my tights.

"You taste so sweet. You have no idea just how lucky those boys are who have tasted you before. You don't even know how you taste like."

With that idea, he moves to my lips and shove my c*m into the back of my throat in one strong glide. His tongue dominates mine to allow the liquid to run down easier. There is one flick of his tongue on my lips, taking his time to savor my taste, before me pull inches apart to take me in. I feel dizzy and breathless, but I do not have any attraction towards him. He obviously does not like that, of course. But this is not a surprise. I will definitely to be willing to him in my right mind after what he has done to me, even when I have no any other choice but to be with him for the rest of my cursed life.

“Still not giving in to the lust, my dear? I can’t help it then. You leave me no choice but to used it.”

My eyes widen in surprise when he says those words. Don’t tell me that he is going to force me to move by myself. He smirks when that frightening idea enters my mind. He bends down once again to capture myself, but this time I can feel the air becomes way thicker than it usually is around him. It becomes heavy and heavier until I am given to choice but to take in the smell of his powerful nightshade. Bitter and sweet smashed together until my nostrils can not handle it anymore and I lose control.

And that, after that point, I keep repeating the sins I will much regret later.

Hunger.

It sips into me like poison.

It invades me ─ masters me.

In a swift move, I push him down the bed, changing out position. Loyd does not expect me to do so. I can see the surprise in his mesmerizing violet eyes. Those eyes really are the one and only in this clan. But I do not have the time in the world to admire their beauty, because I still have a much more urgent need to be fulfilled.

My need of lust.

Licking my lips, everything else boils to fog. All I want to taste right now is.... his c**k.

Ripping the last remaining clothes on us, I struggle to catch my breath and try to control myself before I die trying. Once I manage to clear the way, I shove this hardness into my hot wet mouth right away. We are both naked as I suck him hard, him helping by pushing his waist up to my face.

Just after tasting him causes me to become hungry again. This time, I do not desire his taste. I want him, balls deep, inside me.

When I pull away, I can almost see frustration written on his face. But I am too horny to pay much attention to anything else beside his c**k right now, other than having it entering me. Once I make him settle in my fully, I slide off until only his head is inside my ring, before slamming in ruthlessly. I keep repeating it until I can not count anymore and my mind is a blank that can only think of s*x.

I trace my lips on his sculptured body as I slide in and out. The faster I do, the more his restrain cracks.

We both c*m when the time come, but that does not stop me from touching him everywhere.

I feel like I can die if I don’t.

I feel like this hunger will kill me itself.

But worst of all, I do not think I can ever feel contained again....

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RANKS in CAINVARNA

Cadipylth

Or the King.

Recently owned by: ?

Orynth

Or the Queen.

Recently owned by: Currently none.

Royal Family

The children of the Cadipylth

Recently owned by: Currently none.

Orchdin

General of war. Someone that deals directly with security and business regarding matters outside of the clan publically.

Recently owned by: Gallan

Convicus

This rank carries the duties of running secret missions, appointed only by the King ─ Cadipylth.

Recently owned by: Julius Cainvarna

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