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Story: Red Lace Manor
Solomon
L ittle Light’s breath audibly hitched as I stared at her.
Even in the dark of the confessional, I could see her clear as day.
Years ago when we existed as experiments rather than human beings, each of us had a sense augmented, improved to the point of being a weapon.
For years, I envied everyone in my house, except for Seth.
Enhanced vision was wonderful at night, but during the day or in a bright room, I was functionally blind. Luckily for me, my sense was coming in handy. Sweat beaded along her temples as her dark eyes widened. She probably thought she was clever, hiding all the way out here.
She was wrong. But, what she lacked in brains, she certainly made up for in beauty. I reached forward and undid the metal latch on the sliding door and slowly pushed it back, giving me more space to watch her.
Lux flinched away, but didn’t dare to move, and I reached out to grab her hand, wanting to keep it that way.
The night was only a few hours old, and the poor thing was already covered in dirt, small cuts, and…
my eyes fell to her lap and my lip quivered– cum .
To top it all off, she’d lost the robe meant to keep her warm, and her dress had certainly seen better days.
Little Light was barely covered, and that certainly wouldn’t do, but that was a problem for after .
I guided her palm into place, savoring the softness of her skin against the weathered surface of mine.
“You’ve had quite the night, haven’t you, Little Light?” I kept my tone light as I guided her knuckles to my lips.
She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t seem comfortable in my presence.
Not that I blamed her. When a lamb is left with a lion, the best thing it can feel is fear.
It protects it, keeps it alive when face to face with a predator.
Little does the lamb know, its blood is of no interest to the lion, and perhaps, it may even enjoy the company.
I ghosted my fingers up her arm. Poor Little Light was freezing cold, and I wondered if the sensation even registered, or if she was so hopped up on fear and arousal that she hadn’t noticed.
“You’re hurt and in desperate need of some care, aren’t you?”
Lux swallowed hard, and I wished I could read her mind. The subtle tremor running across her body told me more than she ever would.
My gaze drifted across the tattered remnants of her dress, dragging my thoughts to less than holy places.
Her thighs strained against the remnants of lace, and her full breasts rose with every shaky breath.
Her soft stomach pressed into the front of the dress and my cock stirred.
Curves like these were made to kneel . Made to beg .
Made to worship until the brink of disaster.
This had to be why Seth was so fond of this one, even if he’d never admit it. She was just his type… all of our types, really.
“Little Light,” I hummed her name. “Do you know what this box is for?”
Slowly, she shook her head side to side, the only evidence she’d been listening to my rambling.
“This is a confessional. Sinners come here to confess and be forgiven.” I planted a hand on her thigh. “And, my sweet Little Light, you are covered in sin .”
My voice darkened as I swiped a finger through the cum still slick on her skin. I rubbed it in with my thumb, causing her to wince against the pressure.
She tried to clamp her thighs shut, but I held them open. After all, it was far too late for modesty.
“Most of our toys don’t venture out here to play with me… So, why did you?” My fingers trailed higher as I spoke.
Heat radiated from her core, and I wondered how desperate she was at this moment. My breathing slowed as I thought about shoving my fingers into her sex, oh how divine a pussy like hers must feel.
“I…” She seemed to forget how to speak, folding her arms over her chest as if to protect herself. “I was running.”
“Let me guess. Ronan?”
His name slipped, and I realized she likely didn’t know it. For her safety and ours, we didn’t share our–
She nodded.
I suppressed the surprise begging to cross my face.
“He said if he caught me again, he’d kill me,” she explained softly. “I need the money, I’m not ready for the game to end.”
Her voice pitched up as her brows drew together before a look of resignation sprouted on her features.
“A-are you going to kill me?” Her eyes pinned on mine, resting somewhere between hopeful and terrified out of her mind.
“ None of us kill until we’ve had our fun.”
She stiffened, but she didn’t pull away.
My hand dragged higher, knuckles grazing the plush underside of her belly.
I gave it a tentative squeeze, mostly to see how she reacted.
I’d read online some women like her were uncomfortable in their bodies, that smaller men refused to savor every inch of them. I was not a small man.
My fingers danced to her needy center. From just the barest whisper of contact, my Little Light was already throbbing in anticipation. My thumb grazed her clit, and she jolted.
A half smile pulled at my lips.
“It’s impolite to come to a man’s altar when dripping with another’s sin. You know that, right?”
“I–” She leaned forward, fingers curling around my wrist. It was probably hard for her to speak, considering I’d started lubricating my fingers in her essence. Still, the stubborn thing continued. “I–I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, Little Light.” Honestly, it was more Ronan’s misdeed than hers. After all, he was the one who chased her into my domain. “But, for you to be here, I need to cleanse you, and no that will not result in your immediate demise.”
I slipped another finger into her and her head tipped back with enough force to thud against the wood.
“My God you’re tight. Tell me, Little Light, how many times have you came tonight?” I dropped to my knees, not really caring if she answered.
“Once.”
The wood creaked under my knees as I settled in front of her, pulling her legs apart and digging my fingers into the supple skin. I hoped my grasp left finger-shaped bruises, ones that would stain her corpse and serve as a permanent reminder than she was mine , if only for a brief time.
I drug my tongue along the mess one of my friends had so carelessly left on her before pressing my tongue to her core. Instantly she jerked, fingers flying to my hair, and I made it a silent mission to devour her whole.
I lapped at her as if I were a man drowning in sin and she was my only shot at salvation, and my God was I going to earn it. Her gasps echoed off the walls of the church. The sound only ignited a fire within my soul.
I buried my face further into her, determined to drown in her if that’s what was required to make her reach nirvana.
The slight salt of Ronan’s cum lingered in her cunt, but that only fueled me with the determination to get rid of him.
I wasn’t just feasting on all she offered; I was replacing everything left by Ronan with the memory of me.
Her hips rose, pressing herself into me, like she was desperate to feel what came next.
Like she was eager to see what it felt like to be broken by me, but I wasn’t giving it to her yet.
I tightened my grip on her thighs and slammed her back down.
The plush flesh bulged between my fingers and I growled into her cunt like I was nothing more than a dog and she had the audacity to take my treat.
“Stay still,” I ordered against her. “I will decide when you finish.”
She whimpered, and that was a sound deserving of a reward.
I wanted to drag this out, to see if I could keep her pent up until the morning light and only take her once she’d survived.
Once she’d proven she could be a fitting bride for four savages such as ourselves–not like I’d let the others even try to kill her, but that wasn’t in the rules.
If she won, she got ten million dollars and a life of luxury until one of us would end her, a punishment for the unjust greed.
But, she’d also be offered to stay, to become our mate, to live with us and become part of our lives.
And, I’d grown rather tired of the cycle of chase and kill, and I wasn’t the only one.
But, the others lacked the common sense to realize we had to present our potential brides with a life worth choosing.
We couldn’t just terrorize them with orgasms and blades, we needed to prove our devotion , that a life with us would be more than abject horror and having to sleep with a knife under their pillows just in case.
And, edging her wouldn’t prove that. I needed to reward her for the horrors she’d seen and prove we were more than sharp edges.
Her thighs squeezed around my head, and I prepared for the most wonderful of deaths. Her entire body seized as an orgasm ripped through her, and I didn’t slow my teasing. I kept licking in just the right spots, picking up the pace until her moans turned into something broken.
She held onto my hair as if it were the only thing anchoring her to this world and I groaned, welcoming the pain.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God .” She panted, body still tense, completely unprepared for the second orgasm I’d forced on her.
I wanted her to leave this chapel covered in sweat and craving the feeling of my tongue. I needed her to feel like she couldn’t live another day without my specific brand of worship .
When I finally pulled away, she was panting, twitching, and so beautifully red that it put a sunset to shame. Her big brown eyes were half lidded, still dazed with the ecstasy only rough sex could provide.
I drug the back of my hand across my mouth before licking up what remained of her arousal. She was too sweet to let it go to waste. Once I was done, I pulled her down onto the filthy floor with me, determined to force her to savor herself on my lips.
My kisses were rough, each one bringing me closer and closer to the lust I associated with the moon. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the fun kind of craving that sex could satisfy. No, it was deep, and savage, and dangerous, and completely involuntary at this point.
She blinked up at me as I pulled away.
I took a few calming breaths, trying to quell the ugly urges that I carried deep in my chest. She inched back, fingers finding the strap of her canvas bag, and while she was well within her rights, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
“You’re filthy, Little Light,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around her, preventing her from fleeing no matter how desperately she wanted to.
“I’ve been–” She stopped to catch her breath. “–running through mud. All night.”
I nodded, trying to prepare a half-hearted apology, even if it would be a lie. Instead, I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her sweat.
“Come with me. There’s a creek out back,” I whispered, lips buzzing against her skin. “I have an extra set of clothes hidden in the rectory. Once I’m done, you’ll be more fit to tackle the night.”
Once I was done speaking, I lifted my head to see if the weight of my words had landed right. Unfortunately, she still seemed skeptical. Good. She had little to no reason to trust me.
Still, I pulled her to her feet and dragged her with me, whispering sweet nothings about how none of the others could hurt her when she was with me. I just hoped I’d be able to hold myself to the same standard.