The Beast In The Castle

by Daniella Wright

  The water’s surface became glassy, showing us a perfect image of ourselves, only from two hundred years ago. On my head was a red bandana, keeping my long black hair out of my eyes. Nixie’s hair was wild and free, adorned with tiny shells. On her head was a crown. I stared at the image in disbelief, wondering whether this was all some sort of hallucination.

  Abruptly, the image was destroyed as a trident pierced through it. Poseidon arose from the waters, just as he had in my nightmare. He stared down at Nixie, his features static. There was no way to know if he was angry or relieved to see her after so long. Silently, he lowered his trident toward us.

  Quickly, I pulled Nixie behind me, thinking there was a threat. To my surprise, however, two golden armbands dropped by my feet. Poseidon’s arm was wrapped around a beautiful young maiden with fiery hair and a voluptuous figure. There was a slight smirk on his face before his chariot appeared. His steeds charged off, pulling him out of view.

  With the lord of the sea now gone, I bent down, picking up the bands. They felt like they were seething with energy, ready to explode. I turned them around, examining them before handing them to Nixie. “I guess he found someone else. Well, he has no idea what he’s missing.” I whispered, leaning down and kissing her forehead. Gently, I guided the bands up her arm.

  When they were finally in place, her body started to transform back into that of a nymph. Her clothes seemed to disappear, shells and corals once again covering her womanhood. She smiled, a soft giggle bubbling from her lips before she took my hand, pulling me into the water.

  I didn’t even care that I was fully dressed or that even after two hundred years, I still hadn’t learned how to swim. I just followed her faithfully until we were both underwater. I held my breath as long as I could before finally exhaling. I assumed that my lungs would fill with water, but instead, it was like I was breathing pure air. Nixie giggled once more, tapping her bracelets in a reminder that she was now in complete control of her domain.

  With a wide smile on my face, I followed her deeper into the ocean. We entered an underwater cave. Inside, I expected to find nothing but rock formations, but instead, it was a gateway to a hidden underwater city: Atlantis. My eyes grew big as I saw the bustling metropolis. She swam up to me, wrapping her arms around me. “Welcome to my kingdom.”

  I couldn’t believe it. I just kept staring, unable to do anything else. When I wouldn’t move, she grabbed my wrist, guiding me to a hidden alcove. A glowing crystal provided a warm, purple-tinted light that instantly heightened the mood.

  It seemed that at this point, Nixie couldn’t keep her hands off me. Hungrily, she started to run them along my arms and sides, her nails nearly tearing the clothes I still wore. Her lips found mine in an instant as she pressed herself closer to me. We slammed into a nearby wall, making me gasp. She took her chance, slipping her tongue into my mouth and tangling it with mine as if we had always kissed this way. I could feel the passion in her soul, which almost threatened to burn my lips.

  I groaned, lust already bubbling inside of me, ready to explode like a volcano. I had waited so long for this moment. I had dreamt about it more than once and now, it was finally here. I knew I had to make this the best experience of our lives.

  As I thought about how I was going to please her, I felt her lithe fingers expertly unlatching my pants, letting them float away with the current. Soon, all of my clothes littered the ocean, never to be seen again. There was a naughty glint in her eye as she looked over my manhood. “Oh my, I never thought you’d be so well-endowed.” She grinned and reached down, grabbing it in her small hand. My cock, already hard and throbbing, was quite thick. Her small fingers had a hard time wrapping around my girth, but that only seemed to please her even further. Her lips curled upwards in satisfaction. “I like that.” She said, licking her lips, eyeing my cock with a lustful hunger. “I wonder what it tastes like…” Instantly, I thought of the lustful dream I had while I was in the hospital. The thought of her lips wrapping around me was so tempting, but I knew I wanted to make this moment about more than my own pleasure.

  Soon, her lips found their way to my chest , her eyes looking up at me with an innocent expression. I just couldn’t help myself.

  I flipped us around, slamming her into the cave wall. I grabbed her by the hips and her legs naturally wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me even closer. I grinned at her eagerness. “Slow down Nixie… I’m not going anywhere.” I assured her, my hands on her thighs, massaging them slightly. She moaned at my touch, her legs spreading a bit, revealing her bare pussy. I couldn’t tell when the seashells that covered her had melted away, but there she was, completely exposed. Her pussy lips were puffy with excitement and I couldn’t help myself from spreading them apart, running my thumb along her clit.

  “Slade!” She gasped. I could tell that no one had ever touched her in such a way before. I grinned and continued to rub my thumb against her, moving it in small circles until she was grinding her hips into me, begging me to take our love to the next step. I allowed our hips to dance together for a moment, as my hard cock bounced between my legs, slapping against her ass with my movements. She moaned, knowing how close she was to feeling me inside of her.

  Her arms wrapped around my neck and her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. Our lips collided once more, fitting together like puzzle pieces. Her sweet lips took me to heaven and back, and I knew I would never let her go. I pulled her even closer, her back rubbing against the cave wall as my lust started to take over. Soon, I would no longer be able to control myself.

  Wanting to tease her further, I pressed my tip against her, but I didn’t quite act on the impulses raging through my body just yet. Instead, my tip continued to tease her entrance as I kissed her neck. I focused on kissing her, knowing that my cock was dying for release at this point. My dick ached as her soft pussy sent sparks flying through it.

  Subtly, I just barely slipped inside of her. She was so wet that I was met with almost no resistance. She moaned, pulling me even closer as she tried to buck her hips, hoping to force me deeper inside of her, but I kept control of the situation. With one hand on the base of my cock, I thrusted in and out of her with shallow movements that drove her insane.

  She tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling, her beauty even more pronounced by the purple light of the crystal. I smiled, kissing her neck, letting my lips linger on her skin. Her moans grew even louder as I picked up the pace, still refusing to go any deeper inside of her, pushing both of us to our limits.

  She arched her back, trying to get some leverage. I chuckled, seeing how desperate she was. Teasing her further, I lowered my head, letting my lips travel over her bosom. I took the lovely mounds between my lips, showing them attention as they had never felt before. My tongue flicked over her hard nipples, taking her by surprise. Her moans grew more and more frequent as I took one of her nipples between my teeth, leaving behind subtle love bites. Her body withered in my arms as I continued to tease her, sucking on her hard nubs until every inch of her peach-colored areoles were in my mouth. The sensation shot up Nixie’s spine, her eyes rolling into the back of her head until she found herself begging for more.

  I couldn’t deny her sweet moans. Gently, I held her wrists above her head, locked together as my eyes bore into her own. With one, well-aimed, thrust, I broke through her. As I went balls-deep inside of her, I never wanted to move again. Her tightness felt incredible. I groaned, biting down on her tit. She screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, her whole body shaking. Finally, I pulled away. I had left behind a darkened hickey that I knew would last for a while. Wanting to ease her pain, I kissed the love mark gently before I looked into her eyes once again.

  My heart skipped a beat at how lovely they were. I felt like I could stare into them forever. Driven by the love I felt for her, I started to rock my hips, letting my cock rub against her slick walls. It was a smooth ride. Nixie was so wet that her juices flowed out between her legs like a r
iver. “Do you like that, baby?” I asked, whispering into her ear, nibbling on her lobe as I pulled her closer.

  “So much…” She moaned, arching her back. Her legs tightened around my waist, trying to pull me in even deeper inside her. I grinned at her enthusiasm and it urged me on. With my hands on her hips, I pummeled into her harder and harder, slamming my hips into hers. My balls started to slap against her ass, leaving it red and raw.

  I pulled us away from the wall, my fingers tight around her plump ass cheeks, spreading them apart for a moment. I teased her for a bit, letting my fingers press against her puckered hole before leaving it be. Another time. Another place.

  With my dick still inside of her, I slowed down a bit, laying her on the ground. We were now in a missionary position as I looked into her eyes, my hand on her cheek, my thumb rubbing against her soft skin. “You’re so beautiful, Nixie.”

  I could tell she wanted to say something, but with her chest heaving to keep up with her pleasure, she was left speechless. I smiled warmly before I leaned down, kissing her lips. I closed my eyes, letting my lips do all the talking that my heart couldn’t. I loved this woman like I had never loved anyone else before. She was my whole world and I was about to show her how much she meant to me.

  Our moans started to mix together as I developed a steady rhythm. I knew I could finish her off if I gave her my all, but I wanted this moment to last. I wanted to make love to her. As I continued to rock my hips, her body moving with mine in perfect sync, my hands roamed her body.

  My fingers kneaded her large breasts, taking them into my hands before I leaned down, giving them small kisses, keeping her on the edge of orgasm at all times, but never quite pushing her over. Her clit was engorged and occasionally, I would give it some attention with a slight pinch or a vicious rub, but never enough to make her cum.

  “Slade…” She finally whispered, her blue eyes as wide as the moon. Her hands were wrapped around my arms, her fingers digging into my muscles. “You have to let me cum… or I’ll go insane.” I grinned.

  “What was that?” I feigned not hearing her.

  “Please!” She begged, getting desperate. My thrusting had slowed down to a snail’s pace, driving her crazy. All she wanted was to feel the sweet release of orgasm, but I wasn’t allowing her that satisfaction. “I need you.” She pleaded, her nails breaking my skin in her urgency.

  I grinned wickedly, knowing I couldn’t continue this sweet torture any longer. With a wild look in my eyes, I started to fuck her with all my might, her whole body rocking like a ragdoll. She screamed my name, the sound carried through the waves to every corner of the Earth. Seconds later, she exploded in ecstasy, coating my cock in her juices. It didn’t take long for me to follow suit, cumming inside of her. Together, we collapsed, pleasantly exhausted.

  ***

  When I finally managed to compose myself, catching my breath, I noticed that I felt different. Looking down, my manhood was covered with an assortment of shells that matched Nixie’s. My hair was adorned with various pieces of coral. On my head was a crown. I touched it, wondering where it had come from.

  In the distance, I could hear Atlantis as a living, breathing city. Part of me still thought this was nothing more than a dream. My fingers ran along Nixie’s body, trying to figure out if she was real. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me, nuzzling her head against my hand affectionately. She spotted my crown and her whole face lit up. “Welcome to your new home, my King.”

  THE END

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  “I’m letting you get away with it for now. We’ll properly discuss your punishment later.” He retorts. I smile knowingly, kissing the tip of his nose. I consider making a snide remark regarding the punishment I had yet to receive for destroying his irreplaceable furniture, but I find myself getting lost in his eyes again instead…”

  (…)

  “You shouldn’t apologize for changing me. I won’t accept that apology. Being changed is perhaps the greatest thing to ever happen in my life, because it brought me to you.”

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  All around me, the club pulses as if it is alive, throbbing with a bassline heartbeat. My body moves of its own accord, each thump of the music sending a feeling of pure elation rushing through my body. For those wondering, my name is Janine Rigby. I go to one of the best colleges in the locale, something I’m proud of but try not to be too boastful about. My days are filled with club meetings, hours of classes, and overall exhaustion. However, I don’t let the weariness of the day ruin my one escape, my nightly hours at the busiest nightclub in town: The Ivory Fang. Though the name brings to mind a rather quirky facility, the Ivory is more or less your typical nightclub. A surplus of my fellow students rush here as soon as the doors open, having our share of drinks and good times. It’s an escape for me, though I’m certain you’re wondering what exactly I need an escape from. Truth be told, the life I lead is something of a mask. I keep myself busy, as not to allow myself to give in to the somewhat darker thoughts that linger on the fringes of my mind. Though no one might expect it, I actually harbor a somewhat deep fear of being alone. That may sound silly, but I don’t mean the brief moments of solitude I get in my dorm room after classes. I mean the much deeper, all encompassing loneliness that one feels when they can not find their soulmate. I’m a romantic at heart, I suppose, but I can’t help but hope that someday I find the deep and meaningful relationship that people like my parents share. I know I’m young, only twenty two years old to be precise, but I can’t help as if feeling I am somehow stunted. As if I am missing some bigger piece of my life, in not having a meaningful relationship by now.

  My friends accompanied me here tonight, likely in an attempt to distract me from my studies. It’s a kind effort, but it’s not my studies I need a distraction from. If anything, they’re one of the few things keeping me sane. All the same, I’m more than willing to accept free drinks if they’re offered. Who am I to turn down such kindness from a friend? Heh. Speaking off… I approach the bar as one of my friends flags me down, a devious look in her eye. I quirk a curious brow, knowing that she is no doubt up to no good.

  “Janine, Bethany thinks she can outdo you on shots. You’re not going to let her slam on you like that, are you girl?” Crissy smiles, and Bethany shoots me a sly look from the opposite end of the bar. I can’t help quirking my lips in a smile, looking at the plethora of shot glasses spread before my blonde haired friend. Though on most nights, I avoid drinking in excess, something about the challenge lights a fire in my gut. I rub my chin thoughtfully, meandering over to Beth’s end of the bar and resting my hip against the stool beside her.

  “Oh, Beth… you always have been a kidder. You really think you can outdrink me? I’m essentially royalty here at the Ivory.” I say in a faux snooty voice, and try to swallow my laughter as Bethany laughs in response. I trace my fingertip around the brim of one of the shot glasses, considering the drinks laid out before us.

  “Well, I think it is due time that someone dethrone you.” She ripostes in an equally snooty tone. We share a smile, and I make a point to properly seat myself on the bar stool beside her. Crissy steps towards us, laying out the rules of engagement. I zone out, as this is little more than child’s play for me. My eyes are drawn towards the exit of the club, where a pale man with platinum blonde hair and dark eyes seems to be watching my every move. I narrow my eyes in his direction, and he seems to realize I’ve noticed him, averting his eyes swiftly.

  “Three, two, one… Drink!” Crissy announces, and I am pulled from my reverie by Bethany accidentally clanging together two glasses. I consider her from the corner of my eye before swiftly taking my first shot. Then my second. Followed by my third. This goes on for several moments, with Bethany and I tossing back shots as the rest of
our group looks on. Their loud cheering rings in either of my ears, and when I toss back the final shot, Bethany looks as if she is ready to spill her dinner.

  “A bit green about the gills, aren’t you?” I say slyly, and she looks as if she will retort, only to be cut short by a heaving gag. She covers her mouth with her hand, bolting to the bathroom. The remainder of my friends and I share a laugh, and I stand from the bar stool. It suits me just as well that no one know how much the room is spinning for me right now. I grip the bar counter for a moment, looking from my laughing friends to the writhing bodies on the dance floor. The beat of the club resonates within me again, and I wave wordlessly to my friends before slipping back among the other dancers. They part with ease, accepting me amongst them as if they too know that this is where I belong. Among the dozens of people, among the bumping and grinding, among the sheer body heat that resonates between all of us. I glance up, only to meet eyes with the same man who had considered me mere moments before. He doesn’t move with the same ease as the rest of us, but I can’t help but feel drawn towards him. He offers me a tight-lipped smile, and perhaps because of the alcohol flooding my system, I feel inclined to put on a bit of a show for the poor guy. He sticks out like a sore thumb in this place, and though I can’t say I’ve ever known the awkwardness he seems to be feeling, I pride myself a smidge kinder than others in the crowd. I lock eyes with the man, taking note of the dark shade of his eyes. The irises are so dark they are nearly black, yet shine with a fiery that seems to blaze brighter as I move my body specifically for his eyes. He keeps his distance, even as I attempt to draw him in with my gaze. I bite my lip, swinging my hips from side to side, and I can’t help but be surprised at the lack of blush on his pale skin. He simply averts his eyes, drawing them to an aged looking timepiece on his wrist. Feeling perhaps unnecessarily offended at how easily my sumptuous dance moves are cast aside, I turn my back on him, allowing myself to merge with the bodies on the dance floor once more. Time seems to fade into nothingness, and I’m vaguely aware that I’m perhaps a little too drunk. However, I simply close my eyes and allow my body to move to the steady thump of the bass.