Page 16 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)

Eveline

I couldn’t fall asleep for a very long time last night.

Sometimes it just happened like this – thoughts overwhelming my mind so completely that even prayers couldn’t drown them out, no matter how many times I whispered them into the darkness.

I prayed for hours, reciting every text I knew by heart, begging God to rid me of this chaos clawing at my insides, but…

they still found their way out. They always did.

I lay there in my bed, completely naked.

Today it was over forty degrees outside, even now, in the middle of the night.

The heat pressed down on me like a heavy, suffocating blanket, and the thick humidity rolling in from the sea only made it worse.

My skin was damp and sticky. Every breath felt like inhaling boiling water.

Even the open window didn’t help – if anything, it only let in hotter, stagnant air that burned my lungs.

And then suddenly, the sharp roar of a motorcycle shattered the silence.

Whoooooooomrrrrr!

Once. Twice. Three times. The engines howled through the sleeping mountain roads.

“Are they fucking serious, driving around the cliffs at night like this?” I hissed to myself, my voice cracking in annoyance. “What kind of nonsense is this?”

I cursed under my breath, feeling a bitter, irrational rage boil up inside me. Not only could I not sleep, but now these idiots were making it worse, their engines screaming through the night like mocking demons. I growled quietly into the darkness, helpless to do anything.

Rolling over onto my back, I spread my arms and legs out across the sheets, trying to let my skin breathe, though the heat still burned against my bare body. I stared up at the ceiling, but the darkness was so absolute I couldn’t see anything at all. My own existence felt like an endless void.

And then something twitched in the corner of the room.

I saw it out of the corner of my eye. A flicker. A movement. A shadow shifting against deeper shadows. Demons again? Oh, no, no, no.

I turned my gaze toward it, staring at that subtle darkness dancing in the corner. My mind fell silent for a moment, entranced by its strange, silent life.

A ghost? Perhaps?

The thought shot through my mind like a lightning bolt, and my heart began pounding so violently I thought it might explode out of my chest. My breath hitched when I noticed it – two sparkling green eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

A squeal escaped my lips, but before I could make a sound, a cold hand clamped over my mouth, smothering it into muffled panic.

The shadow pressed me down, its weight real and solid against my trembling body. It wasn’t just a shadow, it was a creature. A living, breathing creature straddling my hips.

Am I having sleep paralysis?

Fear spread through every nerve in my body.

I tried to scream, to push it away, to move even a finger, but I was frozen beneath its hold.

My chest heaved with ragged, panicked breaths as its long, rough tongue slid along my neck.

The sensation sent a sickening jolt through me.

There were two tongues? Two places at once? My mind spun with delirious confusion.

I’m clearly going crazy…

Then the creature spoke.

“Hello, Eveline… what’s wrong with sleeping tonight?”

The voice was low. Male. Deep and beautiful, curling around my ears like a purr. Resonant, dark, impossibly smooth. Somehow, hearing it calmed me. My racing heart began to slow, the edges of fear blurring into a heavy, dreamy haze.

Its hands slipped around my waist, cold and firm, pulling me closer until our bodies touched. My skin, so feverishly hot moments before, now felt cooled by his touch, like chilled air spreading across a burning landscape.

I exhaled shakily as he lowered me back onto the bed, settling his weight fully atop me.

His presence felt cold and heavy yet strangely comforting.

I wanted to speak, to tell him everything.

All the thoughts that tormented me. All the silent screaming in my soul that no one ever heard.

I wanted to whisper it all into the darkness, to confess everything just to feel less alone.

But my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. My mind began sinking, swallowed by the quiet pull of sleep.

“Good girl…” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear as his teeth sank gently into my neck, marking me with a sharp, fleeting pain.

And then I fell.

Fell completely into the darkness of sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I was sitting in a vast, dark room. In front of me, a massive cinema screen flickered with the violent chaos of a blockbuster movie – shootouts, explosions, superheroes saving the world. The surround sound thundered around me, vibrating through the empty theater seats.

I looked around, feeling the strangeness of it all. The entire hall was empty – silent except for the roaring movie – except for me… and two men sitting on either side.

They looked like twins. Identical. Both with tousled blonde hair and strikingly beautiful features. Their presence felt unreal, dreamlike, like golden statues come to life. They turned their heads toward me at the same time, their gazes glinting in the dim light of the screen.

When they noticed I was staring at them, they both leaned in closer, their lips brushing against my ears on each side simultaneously.

“How’s our date going, baby?” they whispered in unison.

Their voices sent a shiver racing down my spine, goosebumps erupting over every inch of my skin as the darkness of the cinema seemed to close in tighter around us.

Their hands reached out, mirroring each other’s actions as they gently grasped my hips. Their fingers trailed along the inside of my thighs on both sides, stroking with an exquisite tenderness that threatened to make me melt into the chair beneath their pleasurable ministrations.

“Ahh...” I gasped softly, my voice trembling with anticipation as I whispered, “Guys, what are you doing to me?” The twins smiled at me with a hunger that was almost feral, their eyes gleaming with lust and desire.

“We’re just worshipping our goddess,” they purred in unison, their voices low and seductive, dripping with sinful promise. “A date should be all about giving and receiving pleasure, shouldn’t it?” I swallowed nervously, already feeling the slick evidence of my arousal between my thighs.

As their fingers continued their sensual assault, I couldn’t hold back a whimper of need, my clit throbbing and aching for more. I squeezed my legs together, desperately craving that animalistic, primal satisfaction that only they could provide.

Damn it all to hell, I wanted them.

I wanted them right here, right now, wanted to feel them claim me as their own.

“I... yes... yes, I want...” I breathed out, my voice heavy with lust and desperation, “I want you. I want both of you. Please...” I begged, surrendering myself to their wickedly sensual seduction, ready and eager for whatever carnal delights they had in store for their goddess.

“Good girl,” the man on the left murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble.

He reached between my thighs, his index finger finding my aching, soaked cloth-covered clit and beginning to massage it with maddeningly slow circles.

“Mmm, so wet already... is this all for us, sweetheart?” The twins exchanged knowing, hungry glances, smirking at my needy state.

Suddenly, a sensual, erotic melody filled the room as a romantic scene played out on the screen before me. It seemed almost too intimate, too personal to be part of an action movie, but in that moment, nothing else mattered except the feeling of their hands on my body.

A throaty moan spilled from my lips as the second twin joined in, roughly pushing my panties aside and plunging two long fingers knuckle-deep into my dripping pussy.

His friend continued circling the swollen, throbbing clit with the pad of his finger, matching the relentless rhythm of his brother’s pumping digits.

My inner walls clenched and fluttered, aching for more as the intense sensations consumed me.

“Ohhh... god...” I whimpered, feeling my climax building, the coil of tension in my core winding tighter and tighter.

The twins alternated between speeding up their touch and slowing down, bringing me to the brink only to cruelly deny me the release, prolonging my sweet torment.

I licked my lips, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as their hot mouths attacked my sensitive neck, kissing and nipping at the delicate skin until I was teetering on the precipice.

“Fuck... I’m so close...” I gasped out, my voice tight with desperation, my body trembling with the need for that final, blissful push. “Please... I need... I need to cum...”

“Shh, we know you’re close, baby,” the twin on the right purred, his breath hot against my neck as he smiled wickedly.

He turned my face towards him and captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading my mouth and dancing a passionate tango with mine.

Before I could catch my breath, his brother on the left tugged me away, claiming my mouth in a hungry, bruising kiss of his own.

“No, she’s mine,” the right twin growled possessively, gripping my neck and pulling me back against him. They accelerated their ministrations, fingers pumping faster, thumbs rubbing harder circles around my aching clit. My body tensed, teetering on the razor’s edge.

“I’m coming! Oh god, please...” I cried out, my voice dissolving into a scream that was swallowed by the twins’ fervent kisses. The first brother’s lips crashed against mine, then the second’s, their mouths devouring my cries of ecstasy.

“Oh god, I’m in heaven...” I whimpered, my body wracked with the force of my release. But the twins weren’t done with me yet.

“No, baby, you’re not in heaven... you’re in hell, in our captivity,” the right one rasped, a wicked gleam in his eye. “And this pretty little pussy... we’re going to play with it until you go crazy.”

They started caressing me again, their fingers never stopping their relentless assault on my sensitive flesh. Orgasm after orgasm crashed through me, my body no longer my own as I was consumed by pleasure.

“Give your soul to me…” Was the last phrase I heard from them but I was so exhausted and overwhelmed, I slumped back in the chair, my eyes fluttering closed...

“Soul?” I asked and then jolted awake, drawing a sharp gasp as the first light of dawn began to peek through the windows.

Still naked, I realized my sheets were soaked beneath me, the evidence of my vivid, erotic dream — no, my hellish captivity — unmistakable.

My pussy throbbed and ached, craving more of the twins’ wicked touch, even as my mind tried to process the intense, almost surreal experience.

“Did I truly climax in my sleep? Oh my god...” I whispered, a deep blush of shame coloring my cheeks. I felt utterly mortified by the intensity of my nocturnal encounter with the twins.

I couldn’t bear to linger in the bed a moment longer, so I hastily threw off the damp, tangled sheets and stumbled towards the window. The early morning air held a crisp coolness that beckoned me, and I yearned to immerse myself in the refreshing embrace of the ocean.

“It’s settled then!” I declared to myself, a smile tugging at my lips as I quickly donned my underwear and raced out to greet the dawn. Before the morning prayer meeting could commence, I found myself drawn to the shore, desperate to soothe my still-throbbing, aching pussy.

Speaking of pussies… Where was my cat?

I scanned the room for my feline companion, hoping for a distraction from the lingering heat between my thighs. However, the cat seemed to have vanished, leaving me to grapple with the disconcerting memories of my lustful dream alone.

Where had the elusive creature gone?

Probably scared of his new fucked-up mistress, who was moaning in her sleep…

The thought slithered through my mind, bitter and embarrassed at the same time. I shook my head, pressing my palms against my temples to drive away the fog of half-formed memories. But then… I frowned, piecing together flickering fragments from the night.

Wait… green eyes in the dark…

My chest tightened. Was it… was it just the cat? My mind raced back to the creature straddling me, licking my neck, whispering my name in that beautiful, sinful voice. My heart skipped and then clenched in mortification.

No, no… Cat’s don’t talk with male voice… Was it… a demon then? Those I’ve seen in the shadows???

Or maybe it was just a cat. Maybe my exhausted, half-delirious brain turned the sight of his glowing eyes into a nightmare. Maybe my twisted subconscious made me feel a creature’s cold touch, whispering words I longed to hear. My stomach twisted with revulsion and embarrassment.

Oh my god… what a horror…

Or… maybe the cat simply didn’t like being trapped inside four walls. Maybe he slipped out because the window was open. Maybe he didn’t run away from me, but just went looking for the ocean breeze and freedom.

I pressed my lips into a thin line, sighed shakily, and pulled on my thin white nightgown. Its fabric clung to my sweaty skin as I hurried barefoot down the silent monastery hallways. The cold stone chilled my soles with each step as I descended the path leading toward the ocean.

The salty wind hit my face the moment I stepped out into the morning light. The sun blazed across the restless waves, scattering bright reflections across the ocean’s surface. I scanned the sands desperately, hoping to catch a flicker of white fur gliding through the golden dawn.

“Kitty… Di… Di… Ps, ps, ps!” I whispered, my voice nearly swallowed by the roar of the surf.

Maybe… just maybe… I could find him there.

And if I couldn’t… then at least the ocean could cleanse me. At least I could dive beneath the waves and wash away the sickening remnants of that dream still clinging to my skin like a lustful curse.