Raige
As he stepped into the room, a familiar scent filled the air, a scent that sent a jolt of recognition through him. It was Sierra’s scent, the scent of his best friend, his dearest love. A wave of longing washed over him, bringing with it a visceral memory of those cherished moments they shared. It was a memory he thought he had buried, a ghost of the past. Yet, the scent was unmistakable. The passage of a hundred years hadn’t diminished its hold on his senses.
His heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, he approached the bed. A woman lay there, asleep, her face pale in the soft lamplight. She looked exhausted, but there was something about her, something that drew him in. He leaned closer, his fingers brushing against her cheek, unable to resist the urge to touch.
"Oh, my love," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion, “how I’ve missed you.”
Raige couldn’t hold back. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Aliyah’s forehead, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt of electricity through him. He kissed her again, and again, his need consuming him, the years of longing finally breaking free. He kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulders, his touch lingering, his senses overwhelmed.
“Damn it,” he muttered, his voice raw with frustration. “I’m sorry, my love. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’ve waited for you for so long.”
His hands, trembling with anticipation, moved towards the buttons of her blouse. “Allow me the honor of helping you out of these tattered garments,” he said, his voice a low rumble, a promise of something more.
“What’s happening to me?” Aliyah moaned, her voice thick with confusion. “Where am I?”
A touch, a light brush against her nipple, sent a shockwave of sensation through her, leaving her speechless. The pleasure was overwhelming, a wave of warmth that enveloped her, making her feel weightless, like she was floating in a hammock.
“Finally,” Raige breathed, his voice a low, husky murmur.
Disoriented, confused, Aliyah struggled to speak. “Who are you?” she managed to croak, her words lost in a moan, adding to the surreal intimacy of the moment.
“Don’t move, my love,” a voice, as alluring and addictive as the scent that filled the room, whispered back. “Let me do what I’ve been longing for. I’ve missed you so much… I’m tempted to bite you. Please, remain still.”
The voice, the scent, the undeniable warmth of his touch… it was Sierra. But something was different. The way he spoke, the way he touched her… it was as if she had become a different person. His words confirmed it, a shocking revelation that pierced through the haze of confusion: Sierra had transformed, become human.
Aliyah felt exposed, vulnerable, even with the air conditioning blasting. The intensity of the encounter, the heat of his touch, sent a shiver down her spine, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, a storm of confusion and desire.
“Open your eyes, my love,” Raige commanded, his voice a low growl, filled with an urgency that made her obey. “Witness what I was about to do to your sweet, drenched center!”
Aliyah’s eyes snapped open, meeting the gaze of a strikingly handsome man, his eyes dark and hungry. He was positioned between her legs, his body a silhouette of desire against the pale lamplight.
"I don't know how you found me," he said, his voice low and husky, "but I promise to be by your side forever."
“Oh, please, stop,” Aliyah cried, her voice a mix of confusion and rising pleasure. “Don’t lick me there. Who are you? Why are you doing this?”
Raige smirked, his control faltering. “You were the one who entered my room. So forgive me if I can’t resist.” His tongue darted out, a playful exploration of her dampness, teasing her bud, eliciting a moan that escaped her lips.
“I am your prince, Sierra,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “Remember me.”
Aliyah’s mind reeled, his words confusing, his touch exhilarating.
“I’m not Sierra!” she cried, trying to push him away. “Ahhhh! You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
Raige’s gaze locked with hers, intense and unwavering. “You may have forgotten me, my love,” he said, his voice a dangerous whisper, “but I will ensure that you remember.”
He shifted, his hand trailing along the length of his hardened member, a possessive gesture that sent a shiver through her. “Prepare yourself, my love,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “Open your legs wider.” Whether it was the lingering effects of the champagne or the allure of the man before her, she found herself complying. His tongue traced a path along her earlobe, igniting a spark of anticipation within her.
“That’s it, my submissive girl,” he whispered, his words laced with a hint of arrogance. “Tell me, what do you want me to do with this throbbing, hard cock of mine?”
Aliyah met his piercing blue eyes, sensing the raw intensity of his desire, the need for her approval, her acceptance.
“Oh, God, yes,” she whispered, the words spilling from her lips, a confession of her deepest desires. “I want you to slide that massive rod inside me.” A tingling sensation pulsed between her legs, a need for his touch, his warmth, his power. He had the power to make her feel everything.
“Feel it,” he said, his voice laced with a possessive possessiveness. “And after this, you will be completely mine.”
******
I awoke to the gentle caress of sunlight streaming through the window. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I sat up in bed, a wave of confusion washing over me.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” a man’s voice greeted me, a melodious sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “How did you sleep?”
My eyes flew open, widening in alarm. A man was sitting on the couch, his gaze fixed on me, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, as if he had just witnessed something utterly amusing. He was stunningly handsome, his features sharp and defined, his eyes a deep, captivating blue.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, my eyes darting around the unfamiliar room, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of the night before.
“Oh, my dear!” He chuckled, his voice a playful rumble, his gaze lingering on my exposed body. “You… you…” I stammered, my voice trembling, a wave of panic washing over me. I instinctively pulled the covers up, but it was too late. I was completely naked.
“Yes, this is my room,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yes, I was the one who ripped off your clothes. Sorry for that. Yes, I’m the one who licked your sweet pussy, and yes, I’m the one and only one who fucked you all night long.”
I blushed, my cheeks burning with shame as the memories of the night before flooded back, a torrent of confusing pleasure and regret. I vowed, right then and there, that I would never touch alcohol again.
The man stood, his tall, athletic frame filling the room. He walked towards me, his gaze fixed on me, and a wave of terror washed over me.
My gaze darted away, unable to meet his, landing instead on the undeniable evidence of his arousal. He was fully erect, a stark reminder of the night before. I felt a wave of shame, a sense of violation. “Stop!” I cried, my voice trembling. “Stay away from me. I don’t know you. What happened last night was a mistake. You were calling me a different name. We were both clearly intoxicated.”
“Relax, baby,” he said, his voice a low purr. “I just want to get a closer look at you. You look adorable when you blush. I feel like I want to devour you once again.”
I shook my head, my heart pounding against my ribs.
“What!” I exclaimed, my voice rising in panic. “No! Oh goodness, where’s the bathroom? Ahh, why does it hurt…”
“Don’t worry,” he said, his tone dismissive. “The pain will go away later. It’s just that I popped your virgin cherry. Maybe because of my huge cock you were uncomfortable. Why don’t you stay still for a while?”
“No!” I cried, desperate to escape his grasp. “I have to go! Heaven! You took my virginity, yet you’re just saying it out like nothing!”
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his voice hardening. “You have to stay here, Sierra.”
“My name is Aliyah!” I cried, my voice raw with desperation. “I’m not Sierra. Please, I need to go home. You’ve already gotten what you wanted. Please, let me leave.”
He reached out, his hand gently caressing my hair, sending a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and arousal.