33: EXOTIC TO BE HERS

**ELIJAH** 

I pushed myself off of the wall I was leaning on and took her into my arms. In a swift motion I placed my lips on her neck, bit and sucked on the skin of her neck, unlocking something primal within me that immediately sent a rush of blood through my cock. Her small hands found their way down towards my crotch. 

She broke the contact and slowly dropped down to her knees. I gently placed my hands on the back of her head when she became face to face with my fly. She quickly unzipped my pants and reached in to pull out the piece of flesh that gave her so much pleasure.

Celeste shivered moaning my name in that little way she does like she wanted to protest, deny this, us, "Elijah..." She gently licked the head of my now fully erect penis.

She placed her lips over the head of my shaft, and slowly started to massage the tip with her tongue. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her slippery tongue sliding back and forth.

"That's it baby, you know how I like it." The pleasure began to overwhelm, and I needed to be inside her immediately.

"I want you inside me. Now." I told her firmly.

Her eyes widened. I tore whatever she was wearing and she removed my clothes, and it was intimate, too intimate than anything we've ever done. 

I turned my head to the side as she continued and we were both naked. It was cold but our heat, the anticipation warmed us. I wanted her so badly. 

She simply smiled at me and nodded her head. I let her lead the way so I get a good view of her bare ass. It swayed from side to side, most likely deliberately, but I wasn't complaining. 

She reached the foot of the bedroom and. 

"Bend over." I ordered and I saw the way she wanted to defy me and smirked. Yes, Celeste. Her arguments turned me on. 

"Make me." She countered and I felt the edge of my lips curl up. Without wasting anytime, I used one hand to bound her tiny wrists and she struggled. Fuck, was it turning me on. I used the other to bend her over. Yes, she looked like a meal and I was starving ready to devour, ravish and leave nothing for anyone.

Celeste, all glazed looked like a fucking goddess. I parted her legs as wide as I want and saw her leaking on my bed, spread for me. This was going to be amazing. I was going to take her for behind and make her regret the day she was born. 

I could see the wetness of her pussy shine from the candle lights. 

"Having second thoughts, my lord?" she mocked, head tilted to the side. 

"You could have just cured me and left instead of refusing and forcing me to be this enthralled by you. Do you know how hard it is to focus? To think about anything else but you?" I asked as I leaned down to suck on the swell of her chest, groping the other. They were so soft.

"And is it my fault you are so weak willed, my lord?" I hated her smugness and defiance. Yet it was consuming and exotic. I wanted more and she would pay.

I knew, out of common courtesy, that I should at least give her pussy a good tongue lashing, but I needed release. I kneeled in front of her sprawled legs. I pulled her body towards me and gently rubbed the tip of my penis at her opening. 

She gently groaned at this, and flashed me that lustful look that I would kill thousands of people even for one second. Gods, she was perfection. I needed her all the time. Every fucking day. She was intoxicating, addictive, a drug I couldn't get enough of. I never wanted to. If I were to die and have her for a second, I'd die a happy man. 

She shifted her body weight towards me and forcefully, but gently pushed my cock into her soaking cunt.

"Fuck, Elijah!" I grabbed her by the thighs, and began to slowly thrust into her. She let out small moans after every few thrusts which motivated me to go faster. I picked up the pace in the blink of an eye and began to furiously fuck the shit out of her.

"That's it, Elijah! Faster! Harder!" She began to scream in pleasure as I picked up the pace. I stopped for a moment which caused her to whimper in frustration. I bent down towards her face and violently took her lips in mine as we shared a passionate exchange of saliva.

"I've always hated sea stars because one of your kind cursed me and now, the irony, I'm bound to one. Is this what you've wanted Celeste? For me to fuck you?"

Celeste panted, her breathing uneven. Her hair was a mess, she was mess and I was happy to know I did this. 

"Get on your knees Celeste. I want you from behind." She looked at me for a second, then complied. She turned her back towards me and got down on all fours. She wiggled her ass at me and beckoned me to enter. I placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy and quickly inserted. 

I pumped her with everything I had as her moans became louder. Fuck, they were unholy.

"Elijah! Oh God! You're gonna make me come! Your gonna make me fucking cum" She screamed in delight. I felt the walls of her pussy contract against the sides of my penis as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her arms gave out as she fell face first to the mattress. 

Her breathing choppy and rough as pulled out. I had still yet to come.

"I'm not done yet baby." I placed my cock at the entrance of her ass and slowly guided my way in. I saw her hands grip the bed sheets ass I inserted my entire shaft into her bowels. The moan she let out became muffled out by the sheets but it still turned me on. I began to pump into her hard and fast as I needed to release my load soon.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna come in your ass!" I let out a loud groan and released stream after stream of sperm into her ass. Her muffled moans came to a stop when I let out the last drop of it into her. 

This was electrifying. I've never had anything like this. It was powerful, freeing. 

***

The taste of iron lingers on my tongue. It is not hers, not mine, but the blade's—coated in the ghosts of old blood, of ancient violence, of a century's worth of death.

I spit it out. The dagger clatters against the floor, spinning in a slow, jagged circle before coming to a stop. My breath is ragged, harsh, though not from the act of tearing pleasure from her body. No, this is something else. Something colder.

I know that blade.

My blood turns to ice as I stare at it, lying there between us, glinting wickedly in the dim light. The curved edge, the silver inlaid with black veins, the small engraving near the hilt—worn, but not enough to erase my memory of it. I have seen this dagger before.

I have seen it buried deep in the chest of someone I once loved.

My hands, steady even in the heat of battle, begin to tremble. The weight of the moment presses against me, heavy as the grave. The room, once filled with the echoes of our depravity, is now suffocating in silence.

I can feel her watching me. Celeste, sprawled beneath me, skin still marked by my touch, her lips swollen, her breath uneven. But she does not move. She does not reach for the dagger again. She only watches.

"You—" My voice is low, rough, but I cannot finish the sentence.

Did she know? Did she know what she was holding when she tried to kill me? Did she understand that this weapon had already taken a piece of my soul long before she ever set her hands upon it?

Slowly, I shift off her, rising to my feet. The ruined room feels foreign now, unimportant. My world narrows to the blade and the ghost it has resurrected in my mind.

My vision is drowning in blood, in memory. A battlefield soaked in scarlet. A body crumpled in the dirt, still warm, still reaching. My hands pressing down, useless against the wound. The dagger gleaming, its hilt slick, my own face reflected in the metal—young, horrified, helpless.

I was too late to stop it then.

And now, over a century later, it has returned to me, held in the hands of the only woman who has ever made me weak.