Page 21 of Dark Desire (Dark Souls Spin-off Short Story)

“Okay,” I replied. Clearly, it was best to go along with whatever this was and try not to anger him. I kept reminding myself that he wouldn’t hurt me. He couldn’t because my magic would stop him. Talking of magic… I suddenly realised I felt no connection to mine. What the…

My head snapped back to glare at the handcuffs. Fucking asshole.

“Are these magic restricting handcuffs?” I shouted, fury lacing my tone.

He stared at me. Silently. I glared back. “I thought I told you I’ll be the one asking the questions.”

I dropped my head back on the pillow and laughed because I was such a fucking idiot. I’d never been without my powers before, and it put me on edge. The balance had tilted and toppled over. He had all the power and I had none.

Stupid, stupid vagina. I am never listening to you again. You make terrible decisions.

“Fire away, psycho,” I spat because I had no other choice but to play his game.

“Why did you do it?” he growled. I didn’t think his voice could drop any lower, but it had. My heart raced as I stared at the intimidating mask.

“Why did I do what?”

“Don’t play games with me, witch. You know why I am here.”

“To kill me.”

“Yes. But I want to know why you did it. Why did you go against them and save a demon only to cast an entrapment curse?”

“I can’t tell you why.”

“Wrong answer,” he gritted through clenched teeth and pulled a small but extremely sharp-looking dagger from his boot.

He twisted it in his hand, allowing the silver to glint through the dark.

My pulse spiked, even though it had to be an empty threat.

He wasn’t intending to use it. Not tonight, or he wouldn’t be in here.

“I can’t tell you why because I don’t know myself. I just knew I had to stop it. I felt…something indescribable, and I just knew…I had to stop it.”

“You went against fate for a reason you don’t even understand,” he questioned, suddenly leaning forward on his knees and glaring at me.

“I went against fate because it felt like the right thing to do at that moment. And I’ll pay the consequences of my actions. I will. I know I fucked up. I’ll let you kill me but just…not yet. Please.”

He leaned back into the chair and tilted his head. “I like hearing you beg. Sounds so fucking pretty from your lips.”

And just like that. Arousal replaced fear. Gods, my body’s reaction to this man was like a yo-yo.

His eyes tracked the movement of my thighs as they rubbed together to provide a little friction that was nowhere near satisfying enough. It just added to the torture.

He threw his head back, stared up at the ceiling and groaned. The tanned skin of his thick neck became visible and when I saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, my pussy throbbed even more. My gods, why was I so turned on by this seeker? I had no idea who he was.

Suddenly, he stood up and, faster than my eyes could track, he blurred across the room and was on top of me.

Definitely a vampire then. I gasped when I felt the cold blade pressed against my throat and those green eyes hovered above me so close that the pointed nose of the mask brushed against the tip of mine.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat right now?”

His gigantic form loomed over me as my chest rose and fell rapidly, causing my large tits to graze against his chest on every rise. The contact made me foggy with lust and I knew I was failing to hide my desire for him. But so was he.

“Because…you want me.”

“I don’t fucking want you,” he hissed with so much fury in his tone that I was momentarily shocked.

As I stared into his eyes, I saw the pure hatred he had for me battling with his own desire.

He was obviously a very loyal seeker to The Fates and hated me for betraying my oath.

But he was insanely tempted by me, too. So much so that he hadn’t killed me yet and he had every opportunity to.

“You want to fuck me,” I stated. “Or you would have killed me last night but instead I ended up with your cock in my mouth.” His eyes narrowed and he pressed the blade against my throat a little harder.

I lifted my chin but maintained his eye contact.

“Give me three days,” I found myself saying.

“Three more days to live. And then you can kill me.”

“Why the fuck should I give you anything?” he hissed, pressing the forehead of his mask into mine.

“Because I’ll give you something in return,” I whispered through panicked breaths. Was I about to offer myself on a plate to a killer in exchange for three more days of survival? You’re damn right I was. It benefited us both in more ways than one.

“And what’s that?”

I shamelessly pressed my body against the heat and hardness of his. Woah, he was so fucking hard . I moaned a little when I felt the length of his erection digging into my stomach.

“Me. For three nights. However you want me.”

His emerald eyes shifted between mine for a full five seconds before he suddenly climbed off me and laughed with malice. I hated how the cold air swept over my skin, causing it to pebble because it missed his warmth.

“I already have you right where I want you,” he murmured, before walking back over to the armchair and sitting back down.

Spreading his thighs, his hands worked his jeans open and my gaze tracked his every movement, anticipation and need growing furiously between my legs.

He lifted his hoodie halfway up his torso, showing me a glimpse of impressive abs and a deep V into his jeans, and I chewed at my lip when his hard cock smacked against his stomach.

Fuck, he looked even bigger from this angle.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, grabbing his cock at the base. “You want to spend the next three nights riding this cock before I rip out your heart?”

“If the alternative is that you rip out my heart right now, then yes,” I answered with sass.

His shoulders shook a little as he chuckled and then groaned, “That fucking mouth.”

He started to glide his hand up and down the length of his dick at a leisurely pace and I licked my lips because my mouth was watering at the sight.

My body started squirming as I watched him increase his speed.

His breathing became laboured and his sexy groans from behind the mask were muffled.

He pumped his cock fast, then slow, changing it up as if he was edging himself as well as me.

My legs twisted and rubbed together as my hands tugged at the handcuffs.

My pussy was throbbing, and the fact that I couldn’t do a thing about it was driving me crazy.

“You like watching me, witch?” he panted, stilling his hand and then lifting his hips to pump his cock into his fist with violent thrusts. “You like imagining I’m fucking your tight cunt instead of my hand?”

Oh, Gods, have mercy. “Yes,” I moaned, my eyes glued on him. It wasn’t hard to picture myself straddling his waist and riding that cock until I flew up to heaven. “Please.”

“Please, what?” he growled, stopping his thrusts to let his hand continue.

“Please touch me. Or let me touch myself. I need it,” I begged, my breathing becoming erratic as he glared at me with those eyes. Eyes that hadn’t once left my face as he pleasured himself. They made my temperature rise and I was losing control to the unbearable pulse between my thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered and I whimpered, half out of pure ecstasy and half out of frustration. Doing what he said because he was the only one who could end this torture, I opened my legs, giving him a full view of my soaking pussy.

That growl echoed around the room once more and I slammed my legs closed to find the friction I needed as I moaned.

“Open your fucking legs, witch. And keep them open. You close them one more time and you won’t be coming tonight.”

Oh fuck. What a fucking dominant prick. Of course, exactly my type. I spread my legs on the mattress and whimpered when the cold air caressed my tingling clit, leaving it feeling even more needy than before.

“Look at that desperate pussy,” he groaned, his eyes hungry. “So fucking wet for me.”

I moaned, throwing my head back into the pillow and squeezing my eyes shut.

“Don’t you dare look away from me, witch. You’re going to watch how fucking hard you’re making me.”

My eyes opened obediently, and the sight of him pumping his huge cock in his hand nearly sent me over the edge.

“Are you going to come, witch? Without even being touched?”

I wasn’t sure how it was possible, but I just might, yes.

“Fuck’s sake. Please,” I begged, past the point of caring how pathetic I sounded. I just needed him to touch me. I just needed the pleasure.

“What do you want? My fingers? My tongue? Or this cock.”

Honestly, I wasn’t fussy. Anything right now would be dandy.

“Your cock!”

“Hmm, you’re not ready for that yet.”

I whimpered. “Fingers then!”

“They’re a little busy right now.” I didn’t miss the amusement in his tone. He was messing with me and enjoying it way too much.

I lifted my head and spat at him. “Fuck you!”

He groaned loudly, his hand working his cock more furiously. “You fucking wish.”

My eyes widened when the first signs of how close he was started to show.

His tree-trunk thighs shook and his green eyes dilated as he stared at my pussy.

I forced myself to keep my legs apart, but it was so hard to do when he let out a loud roar and cum spurted out of his cock onto his stomach.

I froze, completely mesmerised as it kept coming, ropes and ropes of it covering his abs.

He panted heavily, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling.

I’d never been more turned on but also stunned into silence.

I didn’t think he’d actually make himself come.

I thought he was teasing me, tormenting me and then he’d cave and get his ass over here.

After catching his breath, he finally pulled himself up to stand, his cock still hard and jutting out of his jeans as he held his hoodie up to save it from the cum coating his skin.

He walked towards me and I swallowed, my eyes not knowing what to focus on.

When he finally reached my side, he glared down at me, all that fire raging behind them.

I yelped when he roughly grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my head off the pillow.

The next words out of his mouth nearly made me combust.

“Lick it off, witch.”