Page 12 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)
She scrambled off the bed, nearly crawling to him.
She dropped to her knees, eyes wide and shining with that sick devotion as he slipped the chain around her slender throat.
She whimpered when he tugged it tight, and when he dragged her closer she practically melted, pressing her lips to the top of his polished shoes like she’d found her god at last.
He started to unbutton his fly, ready to claim his prize right here on my carpet. I clicked my tongue and tilted my head at him.
“Hey — not here. Take that shit somewhere else. Nobody fucks in this penthouse but me.”
The guy gave me a silent nod, eyes glazed with animal hunger, and tugged his bitch away on her chain. The door slammed shut behind them, rattling the penthouse with brief, blissful silence.
I exhaled heavily, rolling my neck to crack out the tension, then turned toward the bathroom. The soft, star-like lights embedded in the ceiling cast their glow across the obsidian marble walls, making the room shimmer like some dark cosmic sea.
Without a thought, I stripped off my clothes, tossing them carelessly onto the cold floor, and stepped into the massive shower. I closed the glass door behind me with a quiet click and twisted the handle to its hottest setting.
Steam poured around me in an instant, scalding water beating against my skin.
I pressed my palms flat against the dark stone tiles, bowing my head under the stream, feeling the heat sink through muscle and bone, burning away the filth of the party, the stench of rich perfume, sweat, and desperation that clung to me like rot.
Only then, with the water scorching my back, did I let my mind drift… to her. To Eveline. To that innocent little nun trembling beneath her soaked robes in the hot springs.
And for the first time in centuries, a real hunger curled low in my gut — something far deeper than lust, deeper than the desire to enslave another soul.
This time, I wanted to devour her. Completely.
I abruptly grasped my throbbing erection in my hand and began to stroke it vigorously with one hand, compelled by the unbearable tension.
A vivid image of Eveline flashed through my mind, her nude form now immersed in steaming hot springs, rosy nipples hardened from the crisp mountain breeze, dark locks partially obscuring her face.
I watched as her hands crept up to cup and squeeze her ample breasts, her fingers sinking into the supple flesh as she massaged the sensitive peaks, a breathy moan escaping her lips.
Her hands then drifted lower, gliding over the curve of her hip, before diving between her thighs to her aching, dripping sex, a sight so tantalizing it cried out to be tasted, kissed, filled, and flooded with my essence until she was brimming with my warmth.
“Yesss... fuck... touch yourself there, baby...” I groaned, my hands gripping the head of my throbbing cock, massaging the sensitive bridle as I smeared the copious pre-cum coating the swollen crown.
Steam filled the shower, and I directed the pulsing jets at my aching balls, hissing at the intense vibrations against my skin, intensifying the electric sensations coursing through me, as if her nails were raking along them. ..
I squeezed my shaft with both palms, stroking it vigorously from base to tip, desperate to reach my peak.
The adrenaline from winning the championship still surged through me, my arousal amplified, craving release.
Victory felt sweet, but not as sweet as the fantasy of burying my face in her dripping pussy, or feeling her hot mouth engulf my cock. ..
Opening a secret marble compartment, I retrieved a perfect silicone replica of her luscious lips, a custom sex toy I often used to sate my lonely nights and fuel my fantasies.
“Mmmm, yesss...” I hissed, starting to thrust into the imitation mouth harder and faster, my swollen cockhead pumping out lubricant with each aggressive plunge, filling and stretching the synthetic oral cavity.
“Ahh...” I groaned, squeezing the engorged head of my cock hard as I pumped a few more vigorous thrusts between those succulent, replicated lips of Eveline.
With a shuddering gasp, I hilted inside the silicone mouth, my throbbing cock pulsing as I emptied my heavy balls, flooding the tight channel with my hot, virile seed.
I slowly withdrew my spent cock from the devilish trap, a strand of semen connecting the imitation lips to my sensitive tip.
I began to stroke languidly up and down my massive, twitching shaft, coaxing out the last drops of my release.
Pearlescent ropes of cum painted a trail across my chiseled abs, the thick fluid slowly flowing downwards, dissolving under the cascading shower water and trickling between the tiles below.
I exhaled a deep, satisfied breath, allowing my racing heart to slow its frenzied pace. But even as the aftershocks of my climax faded, I knew it would never be enough because my hunger for her remained as insatiable as ever, burning like an eternal flame within me.
Chapter Six
Eveline
In the morning, after prayer and before breakfast, the garden was still draped in fog.
It curled between the trees and drifted low along the worn stone paths, clinging to the grass like a secret unwilling to let go.
That was when I finally caught Eata, hoping to talk to her about what had happened in the rain…
and perhaps to continue weaving the threads of our fragile acquaintance.
We walked together through the orchard, where plump fruits hung like jewels among the branches.
The world felt hushed, as if it hadn’t quite woken up yet, waiting patiently for a sacred command from above to stir.
Thin rays of sunlight seeped through the pale mist like threads of a spider’s web, their touch delicate as they gradually dispersed the fog.
We passed a grove of peach trees heavy with ripening fruit, and my mouth watered at the sight. The peaches looked so perfect, blushing in the early light, like forbidden fruit in the garden of Adam and Eve, tempting me beyond reason.
Without a word, Eata reached up and picked one, gently twisting it free before turning to me.
“Do you want it?” she asked softly, her voice floating through the quiet like a prayer.
I nodded, taking it from her pale hand. As I bit into its sun-warmed flesh, sweet juice spilled down my lips and chin, dripping onto my robe. Its scent hit my senses with dizzying force, so ripe and pure that a moan escaped me before I could stop it.
Today, her hair was down, curling in silvery strands around her face and shoulders. In the soft gray fog, she looked like some kind of witch — a gentle, ethereal white witch, sinister only in the mysteries she held but kind enough to always come to someone’s rescue.
“Why don’t you eat?” I asked, licking the last drops of juice from my fingertips.
She smiled faintly and lowered her gaze to her sandaled feet.
“I don’t want to spoil my appetite before breakfast,” she said. “I eat strictly by the clock. That’s what my body has become used to.”
“Oh… intermittent fasting and all that?” I asked, a small teasing smile tugging at my lips.
“Yes,” she replied, her eyes glimmering with restrained amusement. “I keep myself in harmony with myself.”
“I see.”
I finished the peach in silence, feeling the cool morning breeze play against the juice drying on my lips. Holding the rough peach stone tightly in my fist, I couldn’t help but feel as if I had just swallowed something far more significant than a simple fruit.
She held out her hand, palm up, silently asking for the peach stone. I placed it in her warm grasp without a word.
“We’ll plant it right here, shall we?” she said with a soft smile.
She led me to a spot where several small holes had already been dug into the damp soil, ready for seeds or stones.
“It’ll be a surprise for Helena. She’s the one who cares for this garden with all her heart…
She’ll be so happy when a peach tree sprouts here. ”
Together, we crouched by one of the holes and dropped the stone inside.
She shoveled the earth back over it, and I helped her press it down firmly.
Then, with my fingertip, I traced a small heart into the loose soil above, marking the place so it wouldn’t be forgotten, so that it would be known this seed was planted with intention.
“Well,” she said as we rose from our knees, brushing dirt from her hands onto her robe, “now your planted seed will germinate in this soil soon. And in a couple of years, God willing, three or four, it will bear its first fruits.”
I stood silent for a moment, feeling the damp breeze graze my cheek, the fog still curling like ghostly lace around the peach trees.
“This reminds me of thoughts,” I said quietly, “the ones we plant in our heads. Then, years later, when we’ve already forgotten them, suddenly their fruits appear in our lives…”
“It’s exactly like that,” she replied, her voice gentle and deep with knowing. “Life is everywhere… even in our thoughts. What we think about, it happens eventually. And what we believe with our hearts… manifests. The main thing is to believe in the good.”
“Yes… you’re right…” I paused, the air tightening painfully in my chest. “But you know… I’ve always believed in the good.
I really tried. But I’ve always been so afraid of the worst. My anxious mind keeps playing terrifying scenarios over and over, like a broken record.
And depression… since I was a teenager, it didn’t make me a better person.
It didn’t strengthen me. It just made me hunted…
like a sheep surrounded by wolves. And now, I feel like I’m about to be eaten alive. ”
She stopped and placed her hand on my shoulder, her fingers light yet grounding. “Even if you think of yourself as a sheep… and your thoughts as wolves… you can always choose to run away. Or to fight them back.”