by K L Rymer
So I yank on the clasp, and those beautiful, perky breasts bounce freely once again.
Her nipples are rock hard, and I lean down, taking one in my mouth.
“Ow! Eli, not so rough...”
A dark snicker escapes my lips and I look into her eyes. “You know you love it, sweet angel.”
Crystal smirks then pushes my face into her breasts, and I continue to suck on her like a hungry babe.
Next, I place one of her slender legs over my shoulder, running a hand down the inside of her thigh until I stop at those lacy knickers.
Crystal gives a delightful shiver when I slip my finger beneath the lace.
Fuck... she’s tight and wet, and my mouth salivates, eager for a taste.
With expert precision, I remove her underwear, and now she’s completely naked. Well, save for the stockings and suspender belt. They can stay on.
Fear passes through her eyes for a brief moment, and I kiss her inner thigh.
“Don’t be scared, Crystal,” I breathe. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
I’ve never made such a promise in my life. Least of all where sex was concerned.
But I definitely won’t hurt her. I feel it deep in my black, rotten heart.
This girl needs to be cherished. Not ravished and used.
Crystal relaxes, and now she looks up at me with trusting, loving eyes.
Slowly, I spread her thighs, watching her beautiful pink flesh as it opens up before me, and slip my tongue inside.
She releases a low moan as I make my way inside her, exploring her with my tongue, and then she shudders when I reach her swollen clit.
Her breaths increase when I start to run my tongue over that tantalising nub, and she groans, calling out my name, and I was right: she does sound like an angel singing.
So I move my tongue faster, lapping up her juices as she gets wetter, and soon her moans turn to screams, echoing through the cave as she grips fistfuls of silk. I think I even hear her say the word ‘fuck’ at some point, but with my face pressed up inside her pussy, it’s hard to tell.
Her body starts to tremble as she’s nearing climax, my head clenched between her thighs, and suddenly, she comes all over my face.
I lift my head, my mouth dripping with her fluids as I struggle for breath. Nothing but her scent and taste fills me now, and I think I even see stars at one point, but I shake them away, keeping my focus.
There was no way that was a dream. It was too raw. Too real.
Crystal pants beneath me, her naked skin glowing brighter than the sun. Her wet hair sticks to her face, her body a trembling mass of nerves as I just gave her her second orgasm.
Her juice still drips from my lips, and I lick them clean, savouring the taste.
Crystal opens her eyes at last, and now I meet those glowing blues. A satisfied smirk spreads over her face. “You... you really are the devil, Eli Black...”
I snigger, leaning over to give her a taste of her own cream, and she giggles, biting my lip.
Without warning, I’m sucked out the moonlit cave, and Crystal’s glowing body vanishes.
I GASP AWAKE, STARING up at a shadowy ceiling.
My heart bangs against my ribs as my breaths leave my lungs in strangled gusts.
What the...
It was a dream.
A fucking wet dream. There’s cum everywhere.
I’m still fully dressed as my morning wood rips a hole in my pants. Literally. The thick shaft splits the material in two, and I just stare at it for a while, dumbstruck.
Wow... fucking super dick (it’s definitely never done that before). In fact, I think it has grown slightly, and I throw my head back, watching as the room spins in circles.
The dream flashes through my mind again, and I close my eyes, picturing Crystal. In fact, I can even still taste her.
I’m having sex dreams about Crystal now, and I run a hand through my hair, blowing a sigh from my lips.
“Jesus fucking Christ...”
I gaze over the reddened walls of the room. The sun rises over the hills.
Somehow, I have a feeling Crystal has just woken from the same dream.
20. Crystal
Visions of my latest dream swirl through my mind, and I shiver, lying in a patch of my own fluids.
The dream had felt so real; I can still feel his tongue slurping around inside me, filling me with pleasures I had never thought possible, and I groan in dismay.
Why did I have to wake up? In my dreams, I could forget what Eli had done to me, and let him love me.
And loved me he did...
Yesterday night, I’d had a similar dream, yet he was standing on the other side of a fogged window, his red eyes burning holes through the glass, and I’d called out for him like a pathetic princess.
Yet he never came, and then I’d cried in my sleep for the rest of the night.
But at least I’m wet for a very different reason this morning.
I turn to the window, watching the sun as it rises over the hills, and then I see that black scorch mark in the glass.
It’s shaped like a hand.
My heart pounds.
Eli?
Had it really been a dream?
Suddenly, I jump up out of bed and close the curtains, then slip back under the sheets, holding Sparkles.
It was hopeless. How was I ever going to get over Eli if I couldn’t stop dreaming about him?
I MAY HAVE LOST MY prince charming, but I did gain a new best friend.
Misaki was everything I ever wanted in a friend. She was beautiful, popular, fashionable, and so sophisticated. Everything I wanted to be.
She’s four years older than I am at twenty-five, yet she seems so much older. She knows so much, having travelled all over the world. She’s even met famous people, and I stare in awe when she recounts her tales.
Misaki could give two poops about men, and I love her for that. She was strong and independent, and I wanted to be just like her.
In fact, that’s what I emulated to be. Screw being the pathetic princess, I’ll be like Misaki instead.
Though getting over Eli was harder than I imagined. As much as I hate to admit, I’m still in love with him. And if my dreams were anything to go by, I’m still deeply attracted to him too.
The dreams were strange. It felt as if I was being possessed by some powerful entity, one that yearned for his demonic touch, and it wouldn’t be satiated until it received it.
I’m angel born. I shouldn’t want Eli. He was my polar opposite, a monster. But there was no denying the powerful attraction that runs between us whenever we touch.
I’d felt it the day he first touched my hand in Bab’s café, and then when we kissed on our first date. Our bodies fused together like the missing pieces of a puzzle, and it turned me on in so many ways I never knew before.
And when I remember the strange thing he did with our hands the other day, I shiver.
He’d merged our DNA, I was sure of it. When he’d burnt my hand, it backpedalled on to him, activating my healing touch, and then I’d healed us both.
It was fascinating how two opposite forces of nature could complement each other so well.
Whereas Eli burned, I healed.
Yet we seemed more powerful when we combined our powers.
Nevertheless, it was best we stayed far away from each other. For all I know our merging bodies could be fatal to the world, sort of like a clash of the titans scenario.
I bet you’re wondering why I’m so blasé about recently finding out I was angel born? Well, I’d kind of always known I was different (Eli wasn’t wrong there). My grandma always told me I was special, a perfect angel who would change the world.
I just thought she’d said that because I was her granddaughter, but I don’t know about that whole changing the world part. I really am nothing special.
Eli won’t keep me prisoner forever. With Misaki’s help, I will escape him and his horrible father.
Misaki told
me that some of the guests that were coming to the ball would be able to help me. They had connections with my Father, Lord White, after all, and my spirits soared.
Just maybe they could get a message over to him, and he can come and save me. He has to. I’m his daughter. He wouldn’t leave me at the mercy of these demons.
I sit before a full-length mirror as Misaki does my hair. She borrowed me a long-sleeved white lace dress, and I look so chic and feminine as she ties up my hair with pins.
She wears a long-sleeved black lace dress and a diamond encrusted headband. It’s so beautiful, creating shimmering patterns all over the wall as she moves around to fix my hair.
Yet I still refuse to wear heels. So instead, she handed me a pair of cream flats that she’d found in her old bedroom. They’d been hers when she was eleven, so they were big enough to fit my tiny feet, and so pretty; they had a big white bow on each.
My make up once again is minimal. I’d wanted contouring, but Misaki said I didn’t need it.
So I shrugged and settled for simple blushed cheeks and pink lips. Just a light touch of mascara makes my eyes pop.
We’re meeting Misaki’s friends by the door in less than half an hour, and I’ve never been so nervous.
Girls were never kind to me growing up. So naturally, I feel cautious.
But these girls would not only be beautiful but rich too. I’ll be a goose amongst swans for sure.
They were still technically my bridesmaids, and I’d rolled my eyes when Misaki told me it was best we carried on as if everything was normal.
I would not be marrying Eli. Period. I wanted nothing more to do with him, even if my latest dream contradicted that sentiment.
“There, all done,” Misaki says, placing the last pin in my hair.
I turn my head side to side before the mirror, smiling.
I’ve never looked more beautiful, like a fairy tale princess, and I feel a blow to the chest.
This was how I would have wanted my hair if I’d married Eli.
“Why the long face, Crystal? You should be happy. You look stunning.”
“I know... it’s just... n-nothing. Thank you, Misaki. I love it.”
Misaki smiles then bends down to kiss my cheek. “Don’t worry, they’ll love you.”
I grin back at her and let her take my hand as she leads me down the hall. We bump into Eli, and my heart races when I catch sight of him.
He looks devilishly handsome as ever, his midnight black hair smoothed back. His crisp dark suit brings out his muscled build, and I break out in a sweat (yet my skin’s not the only organ that’s wet though).
Screw that beautiful monster. He won’t get the best of me so easily.
Misaki sighs as we pass him. “You can go for a shit later, Eli. Our guests arrive in fifteen minutes.”
Eli chuckles, a dark, delightful sound that stirs up my insides. “Sorry, but nature calls, Misaki... Besides, you know I can’t stand your fake, bitchy friends.”
I glare at his mean comment, and then his cold grey eyes find mine. My cheeks blush when I see that lustful longing in his prolonged gaze, and I turn away, embarrassed.
Misaki scoffs. “Yet you’ve still slept with them all regardless, haven’t you?”
I feel like someone just punched me in the stomach, and before we slip down the stairs, I spot that guilt-riddled look across Eli’s face.
Misaki turns my way when we move down the stairs. “Don’t worry. My friends are pretty, but they still have nothing on you, Crystal, I promise, you’ll see.”
I nod, fighting to keep the tears at bay. I don’t know why I’m so shocked. I’d known full well what Eli was like before he met me, and I whole-heartedly fell in love with him and agreed to marry him. But still, it hurt.
It doesn’t help that I’m about to meet these women, so now I will have mental images of all of them kissing Eli and worse. So much worse.
We reach the main door where Milo waits with several more servants. We stand out on the drive as a posh car rolls up, and all at once four beautiful women step out of the doors, all clad in expensive dresses.
Wow.
They really are something.
Misaki leans close and whispers. “Just to let you know a little bit more. Lilac is very sensitive about her lips, so don’t stare at them for too long. Beth has just finished rehab, so she may have a few nervous ticks. Penelope is the biggest slut going, and the one Eli has had the most encounters with, so watch out for her. And Bryony... well, she’s four months pregnant.”
Misaki sighs as if that’s a bad thing. I spot Bryony then, the last one getting out the car, and I gasp when none of the others offers to help. She’s not showing much yet, but she’s still carrying a tiny human.
“Misaki, darling!” one of them shouts, and I can’t take my eyes off her lips.
They look so unnatural. I’d always wanted heavier lips myself, but not enough to transform my whole face.
I hear my grandma’s words: “Never change a thing about yourself, Crystal. You are beautiful as you are...”
I wonder if Lilac had ever received such loving words from her grandma, too.
Misaki and Lilac kiss each other’s cheeks like the French, and then Lilac moves over to me, showing me her hand. Her smile is kind enough, and it dazzles brighter than the moon. She has long, wavy brown hair, and deep hazel eyes.
“Lilac Humphrey. A pleasure to meet you.”
I take her well-manicured hand, self-conscious of my own chipped ones. “Crystal Wh-Whitestone.”
Misaki warned me it was best I told everyone I was Whitestone to be on the safe side.
Misaki hugs each of the other girls before they all come to stand before me.
I also meet Beth Mills, the one who has just left rehab, and I see she looks a little unsure of herself. She’s smaller than the others with short curly black hair and big brown eyes. Then I meet Bryony Thompson, a perfect blonde with cornflower blue eyes, and last but not least, Penelope Rice.
She’s a stunning redhead with fair skin and vivid green eyes, and my jaw drops to the floor.
I’m pretty sure this was the girl Dolly Parton once sang about.
Penelope is drop-dead gorgeous and even taller than Misaki with legs like an athlete. Her figure is flawless in her slim-fitting mini dress, and I’m not surprised why Eli pursued her.
Any man would.
I know they’d all slept with Eli at some point but truth be told, none of the others bothered me so much as perfect Penelope.
I catch movement on the second floor of the house and avert my gaze.
Eli stares down at me from a window, a look of longing in his handsome eyes, and I turn away, unable to bear it anymore.
I know he was checking out Penelope. Not me. How could I be so foolish to think he would so much as look at me with a girl like her around?
Penelope looks me up and down as if I’m dirt on the bottom of her expensive Italian shoes, then flicks back her gorgeous red hair. I get the scent of peppermint.
“So, you’re what Eli settled down for?” she says, her tone mocking, and I stare up at her in disbelief.
Misaki rolls her eyes. “Settled is such a strong word, don’t you think, Penelope?”
Penelope keeps her vivid green eyes on me. “No. I think it’s quite accurate.”
She turns away, moving towards the door with the others, and I watch as her long legs carry her away, her mermaid-like red hair swishing side to side, and I see it’s all natural curls.
Misaki puts an arm around me. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Penelope has chlamydia.”
My eyes widen, and I blush. “Oh.”
Misaki’s dark eyes give a mischievous twinkle. “Admit it. It makes you feel a little better knowing she’s not so perfect? You don’t have to be so humble all the time, sweet Crystal.”
I watch Milo welcome Penelope and the others as they go through the door, and sigh. “M-maybe.”
Misaki laughs and leads
me to the door. “Come on, we’ve got a ‘wedding’ to plan.”
I take a deep breath, trying to find the strength for the rest of the day. I can do this.
I can keep up with Misaki’s friends.
21. Eli
Fuck Misaki’s friends and all their fakery.
I went down to say hello in the drawing room just to be courteous, and the look of lust in all their eyes was just too much.
I know I’m handsome and a beast in the bedroom, but they were like a pack of horny dogs.
One of them was pregnant for crying out loud (well, they do say pregnant women are the horniest).
Don’t worry, it’s not mine. I’ve never got any woman pregnant before. I’m actually very careful. Another perk about being demon born: the ability to control your sperm.
Demon DNA was dangerous after all. It couldn’t just be passed on to anyone. I’m pretty sure angels have similar powers too. Our lines needed to be kept pure.
Surprise, surprise, Penelope was the most desperate of the bunch, making every attempt to get my attention, but I only had eyes for my angel.
Crystal keeps to the edge of the group like a wallflower, and I see she feels inadequate in all their presence.
I will admit. I wasn’t impressed that much when I first met Crystal. It’s not that she wasn’t attractive, I was just an arse.
Crystal was your everyday girl next door, one a playboy wouldn’t look twice at. I wanted only the trophy wives. The best of breed. The sluts...
But now she’s the only girl I can see, and it breaks my heart even further to know she won’t be mine ever again.
Well, except in my dreams...
I wanted so bad to sweep her up and kiss her in front of the other girls, especially Penelope in all her green-eyed envy, but I held back.
That sweet angel would only have pushed me away, and I would have been left feeling stupid and heartbroken.
So I left them to their tea and sandwiches, and went to take a shower instead.
The memory and taste of Crystal’s climax fills my mind as the cool water runs down my torso, and I shudder, pumping my dick as I cum all over the tiles.
