Él deslizó el boot en mis pies, me hacía sentir como si yo era una especie de Cenicienta. Él atada arriba y poner en la otra vez con la misma gracia y entrelazarse que uno también, entonces él estaba allí con mi pierna en su mano. Él comenzó a acariciar lentamente mi rodilla con la punta de los dedos, trabajando en el mismo movimiento circular lo había hecho cuando estaba en la bañera.
"Tengo que decir," él murmuró no trae los ojos de mis piernas, "para un humano, mi guardia hizo elegir bastante ejemplar".
Se inclinó en estrecha llevando su cabeza grande para mi rodilla, roce en las puntas de sus bigotes y sus suaves labios a mi piel. Él apacentaba sus labios a lo largo de mis rótulas y hacia mi interior del muslo. Me sentí mi cuerpo comienzan a temblar con emoción, tensando y soltando con cada uno de sus movimientos. Él trajo a mi otro pie en la rodilla y se colocaba entre mis piernas. Acarició mis otros muslo con su mano. Sentí que mi cuerpo comience a ir salvaje con su toque. He llegado y acarició su cabeza que era su camino de acercamiento hacia mis partes más sensibles. Mira hasta a mí, su gris ojos brillantes contra la luz de la linterna.
"Yo podría incluso decir," comenzó como él alivió su mano en el muslo", que ojalá me hubiera encontrado primero".
Mi cuerpo golpearse con entusiasmo, todo lo que quería en ese momento era ser suya, él podría haber tenido todo de mí, cada parte de mí. Él era el rey, que me hicieran su Quee-
"Esclava!!!" La puerta de madera voló abierta con una furia y el Rey aterrizó debajo de mis pies. Me caí al suelo al lado de él y yo curvado en una bola en el terror.
Ella swooped en la habitación, casi volando a través del piso. Tuvo un gran, varilla de metal por encima de mi cabeza, y lo llevó al traste, casi separando mi cráneo en dos. El rey saltó a sus pies y se agarraron.
"Mi reina, NO, TIS' NO COMO PARECE!!" gritó, sosteniendo su espalda como ella gritó en la lengua extranjera como banshee y ser hervido en aceite.
Me estabilizó yo contra el lateral de la bañera y trató de pararse, y que cuando me vio; ella era horrible. Su cara pálida, boney alcanzó su máximo desde detrás de una corona de cuero que cubrían los lados de su rostro y miró casi como brezos encima de su cabeza. Sus ojos eran como fuego ardiendo en su cráneo como ella arañó un wailed contra el rey intentando salir de su agarre. Sus manos eran enormes alrededor de la varilla que llevaba; nudosas articulaciones cubiertos en cuero. Su cape swooshed alrededor de su bata de cuero como ella silbado y rugió, suena como un animal salvaje preparado para ir a matar. Su largo corporal magra elevaban sobre mí como un poderoso sauce en una tormenta.
Lentamente, me levanté todavía en cuclillas como se aferró a mí. Pensé por un segundo en saltar por la ventana, pero entonces recordaba la chica con la cicatriz. Me paraba mi tierra. Él la llevaba contra la pared y le gritó en su lengua en ella. Sus ojos destellaban de él para mí nada sino puro odio detrás de ellos.
El rey suavizan el brazo hacia arriba y hacia abajo el cuero de la bata para calmarlo, al igual que lo había hecho a mí en mi cuarto de baño. Inmediatamente me sentí mi sangre comience a hervir con celos. Ella intercambiaron unos gritaban palabras con él y, a continuación, su actitud cambió. Ella creció lentamente una sonrisa, sus labios tirando a los lados de su cara en una horrible mueca. Se prolonga su mano de cuero al rey y habló con él en casi un canto de voz. Todavía podía ver el fuego a la derecha más allá de sus ojos grises como ella parecía un hechizo sobre él, acariciando su rostro y dibujar en él con sus manos óseas.
Me paré allí en mi ropa nueva, agitación, mirando al piso tratando de no hacer contacto visual con la bestia. Cogí un atisbo de mí en las tinas de baño y odiado lo que vi. Miré hacia abajo y se enfrentaba con un temblor, aterrorizada esclava demasiado asustados para levantar su cabeza. Quiero explotar en ese segundo, destruir cada parte de mi cuerpo; yo no era uno de ellos. Yo no era un poco débil cosa demasiado miedo incluso a hablar. Golpeé el lado de la bañera para perturbar mi reflexión cuando oí la puerta estrecha.
Miré hacia arriba y vi que me habían dejado a solas con la reina
Mi rey, yo pensaba, ¿cómo es posible que me dejan solo con esta bestia? Ella va a matar a mí!
Ella flotaba lentamente a través de la palabra, la horrible sonrisa en su rostro y todavía stilling atormentando a cantar la misma canción de la sirena. Ella se detuvo cuando estaba a mis pies. Ella se elevaban por encima de mí, mi cabeza mojada viene sólo hasta su estómago liso. Ella se inclinó hacia abajo sobre mí, y me miró directamente a mis ojos.
No me podía mover.
Ella estira sus dedos sobre su cetro y lo trajeron a mi cabeza, acariciando el lado de mi cara con su fría duro black metal. De un tirón ella trajo de nuevo y lo envió al traste en el lado de mi cara, sentía que mi piel estallar y sentía el calor de su sangre caliente comenzar a derramar mi cara y en mi cuello.
Caí al suelo violentamente, y por un momento todo fue oscuro. Hasta me sentí el tacto de cuero frío en mi cuello como me fue levantado del suelo. Sentí su aliento en mi cara, que causaron, con olor a sangre y pudriéndose putrefied flores. Me retrocedieron en el olor, pero su mano fría apretada. Me sentí su mueva sus labios a mi oído.
"Usted aprenderá de su lugar en el Azure, esclava. Ustedes son una inmundicia y suciedad nunca debe tocar la realeza. Usted recordará su lugar y recordar quién soy. Para mi el Rey puede haber tomado gusto a usted ahora, pero puedo hacer que todo cambio como eso." Ella quebró su boney manos en mi cara y abrí los ojos, estrellas aún bailando en ellos desde su poderoso golpe.
Ella cayó mi cuerpo a la tierra y se dirigieron hacia la puerta de su bata detrás de ella. Miré hacia abajo en el piso debajo de mí y vio que había hecho agrietado mi cráneo abierto, un pequeño charco de sangre debajo de mi cabeza de inmediato comenzó a palpitar.
Puso su mano sobre la manija de la puerta, luego se detuvo y viró hacia mí. Me retrocedieron, pensando que ella iba a volver más y termine fuera de mí. Ella tomó sus dedos largos y sacó una gran bola de metal que colgaba de una larga cadena alrededor de su cuello. Ella estuvo allí, permitiendo el giro en la luz del farol, la plata de bailar fuera de las paredes
"Oh, y esclava," ella arrullado, dejando que la horrenda sonrisa volver a su rostro.
"Este es el más mortífero veneno en todo el Azure, sería una vergüenza si de alguna manera lo convirtió en su bebida, o el pan de mañana, sería una lástima, ¿no? Pero, de nuevo, sin piedad en perder otro esclavo indisciplinado".
Ella puso el collar nuevamente bajo su manto y deslizarse a través de la puerta y en la oscuridad sin un sonido. Me senté mirando la puerta agrietada por un momento antes de pararse a mis pies y sintió un choque pasar por mi cabeza. Levanté mi cabeza para sentir el daño y tirar mi mano para ver sólo un poco, no es tan mala como yo había pensado.
Si usted se va a golpearme, usted podría tener al menos hizo cuestión, pensé para mí.
Caminé de regreso hacia la mesa y agarró mi manto las cicatrices chica me había llevado, lo arrojó alrededor de mi hombro y miró alrededor de la sala.
Un aire frío desplazado a través de la ventana abierta y débilmente pude oír el sonido de los guardias patrullan el castillo. Me dirigí hacia la ventana y miró hacia la luz de la luna. La luna era enorme en el cielo, mirando unreal contra el terciopelo de la noche. Las estrellas colgadas bajo, mirando como si yo podría haber llegado arriba y cogió uno si yo hubiera querido. La luminosidad del cielo nocturno irradiada por la tierra, haciendo que las colinas verdes parecen casi azul en la distancia y haciendo el bosque detrás de ellos parecen lúgubres y presagios.
He respirado el aire de la noche profunda, y tiró el manto hasta cerca de mi cuello. He oído la puerta comienzan a chirriar abierto. Me volví y vi mi guardia de pie en la puerta.
"Oh mi dios!" exclamé, agarre el escote de mi vestido de lino.
Él chuckled y caminé cerca de mí con los brazos sujetos, dispuesta a abrazar a mí. Él empujó mi cabello lejos de mi cara, examinando los daños de la Reina y fruncir el ceño con sus
ojos, su tono grisáceo lleno de preocupación.
"La Reina no es buena mujer, pero debe obedecer", le susurró acariciando mi herida en la cabeza y me está mirando cuidadosamente, casi preocupados.
Me tomó de la mano suavemente y comenzó a llevarme fuera de la puerta, y en la oscuridad del pasillo.
"Yo le traen a su sala. Yo limpio desagradable Reina herida y descanso. Ha sido largo, largo día para usted", dijo , frotando mi cabeza con sus dedos de cuero.
"Sí, tu diciéndome," Me susurró y él nos llevan fuera de la habitación y en la oscuridad del castillo.
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TEMPTATION
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Temptation
Chapter 1
It was a Friday night and Paragon was packed. The dancefloor was dense with people as the music blared overhead, shaking the foundations of the entire building. Lights flashed with an intensity that made it hard to see straight. Glitter from various dresses made its way onto every surface.
Lydia looked at the scene, rather disinterested. It was her 25th birthday and she was apparently celebrating it. She, however, did not feel very festive. Her best friend, Victoria, had dragged her out to the club to loosen up, but as usual, Victoria was off somewhere, flirting with a countless number of guys, trying to haggle a few free drinks out of their naïve souls.
“Hey, it’s your birthday, you know, you could, at least, try to have a good time.” Lydia jumped at the sudden whisper against her ear. She looked up to see Aaron, her childhood best friend standing next to her, leaning against the bar. She admired his short golden hair sparkling in the strobe lights. His light blue eyes sparkled with excitement as their faces got closer as if they were about to kiss. Finally, Lydia stopped, just as she was inches away from his pale face, his cheeks red with embarrassment.
“I know.” She suddenly pulled away, much to his disappointment. “But you of all people should know this isn’t my scene. I’m only here because of Victoria.” Aaron was no longer listening to her. Instead, he was focused on the face that had almost kissed his moments ago: her soft complexion, her pink lips, and her ever rosy cheeks. Reaching out, his hand touched those cheeks, making Lydia giggle for a moment before she pulled away. He sighed. It was always like this. Whenever she was within reach, she would pull away, like the ever changing tides of the ocean.
“Well c’mon then, Victoria will kill me if we just sit here all night.” He finally said, offering her a hand. Lydia slowly placed her hand in his, reluctantly yielding to the idea. Soon, they were in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by sweaty bodies who kept rubbing up against them. Aaron noticed the discomfort on her face and chuckled before wrapping an arm around her slender waist, pulling her into a protective embrace. Lydia, in turn, pressed up against him, feeling his fit runner’s body as they danced together.
They continued to dance through a couple of songs as Aaron kept his arm around her, keeping her safe from the wandering touch of other men. Lydia appreciated it, repaying his kindness with a little dancefloor flirtation that made him blush. But soon enough, Lydia was exhausted. She tugged at his shirt, trying to get his attention. He looked at the small girl with kind eyes, before stooping down, so his 5’10” stature was eye level with her. As he did, his eyes locked onto hers, admiring their uniqueness. Both her eyes were a light shade of blue, like his own, but on her right eye was a dark sliver of green.
“Can we go back now? It’s hot and sweaty in here!” She shouted. He nodded, taking her hand and leading them out of the crowd. Once they got back to the bar, Lydia sat down quickly, relaxing after the hectic experience.
Aaron, in turn, leaned against the bar as he ordered drinks for both of them. As they waited for the bartender to fill their orders, Aaron’s hand slowly crept its way onto hers. She looked down, coloring at his touch. Her hand lingered there a moment, teasing him with a sense of enjoyment before she shyly pulled it back toward her full-sized chest.
“Sorry.” He apologized, looking embarrassed, as the tips of his ears turned red. Lydia smiled, shrugging it off as if it was no big deal. A moment of awkwardness passed between them before the bartender handed them their drinks. Lydia took a sip of hers, before spinning around, watching the dancefloor as she reclined against the bar.
Aaron admired her long chestnut hair as it flowed down her back. His fingers gently reached out and caressed it. Lydia glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow, with something of a naughty grin on her face. As he saw this grin, he struggled with an inner turmoil. He had loved Lydia for as long as he could remember, but her constant push and pull attitude toward him made him apprehensive about sharing his feelings. He always feared he was misreading her and that she didn’t like him at all, but then other times he was sure she looked at him with love and adoration.
Countless times he had struggled to find the words to tell her. Every time he had failed. But tonight that would change. Tonight, he would tell her how he really felt. “Lydia…” He whispered, getting closer to her, causing their bodies to touch. Her eyes broke away from the dancefloor, looking up at him, her face now inches away from his. Aaron contemplated just leaning forward and closing the gap between their lips, but once again his fear crippled him.
“Yeah?” She yelled over the sound of the music. He cringed a bit, attempting to recompose himself. Maybe this wasn’t the best place to confess his feelings after all, but one look at the light freckles decorating the bridge of her nose and he knew he had to tell her, one way or another.
“I have to tell you something!” He yelled back. Lydia, however, was no longer listening. Instead, she was interested in the crowd as she examined the different combination of people, dresses, and dance moves.
“Yeah?” She answered absentmindedly.
“HEY!” Suddenly, Victoria stumbled her way into her friends, nearly collapsing on top of them. Her booze acquiring mission had gone well. She pouted as she saw Lydia sitting down. “Why is the birthday girl sitting down!?” Victoria screamed in a high pitch while dragging Lydia out of her seat.
Aaron sighed as his moment with Lydia was ruined. He would have to find yet another time to tell her.
“Alright! Alright! I’m coming!” Lydia finally gave up her struggle, following the tall girl into the crowd. Before they stepped onto the dancefloor, however, Lydia’s eyes caught sight of a sexy man walking into the club. She froze in place.
Chapter 2
In that moment, their eyes locked and Lydia’s world seemed to stop. His eyes were dark and mysterious and for whatever reason she couldn’t look away. It was as if her gaze was glued to him. A devilish grin transformed his lips as he walked over to the girls.
“Why hello there ladies.” He mused as he took Lydia’s hand, pressing it to his lips as if he were some sort of an old-school gentleman. Victoria giggled nearby as Lydia’s cheeks turned into fire. Meanwhile, Aaron walked behind her. Upon seeing the interaction, a growl developed in his throat.
He glared at the man with venom in his usually kind eyes. What was a demon doing in here? In a flash, he moved forward, ripping Lydia’s hand from the man’s grasp as he stood between them, holding Lydia protectively behind his back.
“Hey! Aaron, don’t be a party pooper!” Victoria pouted with hands on her hips. Aaron ignored her as he faced the stranger, who was a couple of inches taller than him.
“Ah, I didn’t think your kind still existed in a world of sin.” The stranger commented snidely as his eyes grew darker. “And I doubt you’d m
ake a scene in front of everyone here.” The man leaned in close, his cheek now parallel to Aaron’s as he whispered, “Angel.”
Aaron’s face turned red in anger as he clenched and relaxed his fists in an attempt to calm himself. The demon was right. A fight now would mean exposing their secret to the world, something the human race was not ready for. He clenched his jaw and moved away, giving the man access to his best friend.
“Thanks.” Said the stranger, before taking Lydia’s hand once more. Throughout the men’s altercation, Lydia remained frozen, as if under some sort of spell. She wanted to move but couldn’t, and now as the man took her hand, the world came crashing back into her as she was bombarded with the surrounding scents and sounds. She felt dizzy for a moment and nearly collapsed, but the stranger caught her, his muscular arms wrapping around her as he chuckled. “Careful,” he whispered, his voice like liquid honey, making Lydia’s knees weak.
She nodded numbly and followed him to the dancefloor willingly. He effortlessly navigated his way into the middle, as if a path formed in the crowd, just to let him through. Pulling her close, she blushed as their bodies pressed together. He was way more muscular than Aaron and from what she could tell, significantly more well-endowed. She blushed at the thought.
“So, what’s your name gorgeous?” He said, leaning down toward her.
“L… Lydia.” She stammered meekly.
“Ah. How pretty.” Looking over the crowd, he spotted Aaron sitting at the bar, brooding. He grinned in success, before turning toward the girl again. “That blondie your boyfriend or something?”
Lydia quickly shook her head. “No… we are just friends.” He nodded, a smirk painted on his face. Friends huh? This would be interesting indeed. He could sense she was a pure one. He would have his fun, bringing her into the world of lust and desire. Her pure soul wouldn’t remain so for very long if he could help it.
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