“Your thoughts are troubled.” She heard suddenly at her back.
Her scream echoed in the room, and before she could think of running someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her until she was tossed on a soft bed. Just at that moment, a light came on and illuminated the room.
I want to go home. Dear God, please.
“You are home.” He responded to her with a serious expression as if reading her thoughts. “I will remind you. That they killed you.”
“No, that isn’t true. I’m alive.”
She crawled backwards on the enormous bed when he climbed on and started to make his way to her. Dulce felt her back hit against the headboard, there wasn’t anywhere else to go, no more room.
“Your mother stabbed you.” He reminded her while shortening the distance.
“But I’m here.” She whispered so softly that he had trouble hearing her.
“And where do you think you are? You’re in my kingdom.” He informed her. “I am Beleth. One of the seven kings of hell.”
She was so afraid. She wanted to deny his words, but everything she saw and heard, and everything she remembered told her he was speaking the truth. He wasn’t lying. What was going to happen to her? If she was dead, why was she here?
“They gave me your life. Now you belong to me.” He answered, reading her mind. “Don’t be scared. You’ve spent many years talking to me.”
Dulce looked straight at him just as his hand touched her face. In her mind appeared many images corresponding to several years of her life. In all of them, she was there, near the statue in the back garden, telling that piece of stone about all of her experiences, secrets, and desires. This meant he knew all about her.
“Don’t be afraid of me.” He removed his hand from her face, and Dulce could see his lost expression full of pain. “I have always listened to you, awaited your visits anxiously and longed for the day that your mother’s dark heart decided to call me.”
“You knew... what they were going to do to me?” Tears started to fall from her eyes.
“Yes, and I couldn’t do anything about it.” He added, knowing what she would begin to ask.
So many things began to cross her mind that she started to have trouble breathing and thinking clearly, but there was a feeling that grew inside her with gigantic leaps. Whenever she had told her woes to that statue, she had always had a familiar feeling in her heart, of compassion, and understanding... a warm light that kept her calm. Was it him? Of course, it was him. Could a demon have a kind heart?
“Thank You.” Whispered Dulce, startling Beleth.
Why be afraid? Truthfully, there was nothing there for her...her mother had always hated her and never tried to hide it. She put up with her contempt because she had no other place to go, she had always been alone, the only thing she had was the statue that was now alive before her.
“What’s going to happen to me now?”
“You’ll receive an eternal punishment for your sin.” He laughed, while his hands cupped her face and observed her blank expression. “You’ll be devoured again and again, just as you devoured your candies. I will make it so that you can’t think of anything else, but me eating you out.”
Before she could react and process his words, she felt warmth on her lips. Beleth had eliminated the few centimeters that separated them and was now pressed against her, surprised, she didn’t react quickly.
“Open your mouth” He ordered. When she closed it. “Or I will have to make you open it.”
It happened so suddenly that she didn’t know what to do. Dulce was confused and debating with herself, about what was happening at the moment... he was kissing her and trying to enter her mouth. How could she let him? She was profoundly embarrassed, because she didn’t know how to kiss, as she had never done it before.
“The fact that you’re embarrassed only makes me want more.” He withdrew a little from her to look her in the eyes. ‘Greedy Dulce if you misbehave I will have to punish you in truth.”
The situation was surreal, and her body was caught between the desire that began to grow within her and panic of making a fool of herself over her inexperience.
Beleth reached out with his hands as his smile widened. He grabbed her knees and opened her legs wide, placing himself between them, and he pulled her downward so that she fell back lying on the bed.
“You have always enjoyed eating while seated at the foot of my statue.” He placed his hands on the mattress on either side of Dulce. “Now I want to enjoy it at your feet.”
“B...but I.”
“I know your desires and can see into your heart.”
He pressed close to her once again, Dulce resisted for a few minutes, but gave in to that intoxicating feeling that weakened her resolve and allowed him entrance into her mouth. She wasn’t sure what to do, but he gently kissed her, exploring every inch of her mouth, and then bit her lips savagely before reaching satisfaction.
“You inspire such gluttony.” He murmured, while kissing her neck, creating a brief cool tingly sensation, which caused her to shiver slightly to that previously unknown sensation. “Such desire...eternity is not long enough for me to enjoy you.”
Her heart raced when she felt Beleth place his hand on her chest, pressing it against the material of her shirt with a gentle pressure. Dulce let loose a groan, a sound that she never imagined would come from her lips, although she also never imagined that she would be in a situation like this in her life.
He moved his hands slowly while giving her gentle kisses. When he stopped, she felt empty, breathing was difficult and thinking clearly was hard. Her only goal was to keep that marvelous feeling in her body.
“You begin to feel the same appetite as me.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then moved a couple of centimeters. “Don’t suffer. We have all the time in the world to satisfy you.”
She saw how he moved his hand towards her stretching his fingers without touching her. Beleth moved his lips without uttering a single word and suddenly she shivered. Her pajamas were shredded and she was almost naked.
A wave of embarrassment and panic filled her as she lifted her hands trying to cover her breasts, but before they reached their destination, Beleth grabbed her wrists stopping their journey towards her breasts. She never cared or paid any attention to her mother’s snide remarks regarding her body...it never mattered to her until this one moment in her life.
It started to get hot. The humidity of his demonic mouth covered her breasts, and she forgot any embarrassment, it ceased being important in her mind. She writhed under the feel of his tongue while Beleth moved to grab both of her wrists with only one hand and lowered the other hand to her lower body.
A strange unknown sensation made her body writhe under his touch. His caresses over the material of her underwear started causing mild spasms. Not even the best food in the world could compare to the sensation.
A moan slipped from her lips when he stopped caressing her, with her hands lying high above her head she looked at him, almost blaming him, but he was there, over her, impassive yet smiling.
“Things are more delicious when we eliminate some of our senses.” He lifted his hand, which held two long, wide dark colored sashes. Not understanding what he meant she looked at him questioningly. He tied both her wrists behind her back with one of the sashes. Ignoring Dulce’s moans, he took the other sash and used it as a blindfold.
Her heartbeat accelerated so rapidly that Beleth could hear it with pride. He observed her for a few seconds, taking delight in that vision that for so many year’s humans had projected into his head ... all the desire he had felt had finally taken a life of its own. The gluttonous girl had stopped his breath, and had made him suffer during his long imprisonment in stone, waiting days for her arrival, longing to hear her whisper her deepest darkest secrets.
He had wanted to hold her many times when she was filled with shame, that torture had become painful. Now at last she belonged to him, he’d been given her soul a
nd she would be his forever. How he would enjoy this delicious meal.
With one hand, he laid her down again. Dulce leaned back against his hands and feelings of frustration and unease entwined in her body. She felt him caress her side. His hands sliding down gently until they reached the pajama bottoms, without stopping their journey; they slid down removing her underwear. Now she was completely naked in front of him, afraid that he did not like her true self, a pressure gripped her heart suffocating her.
Grabbing her ankles, Beleth opened her legs discovering her completely. Dulce thought her heart was going to stop, but luckily, she was already dead.
She started moaning again when she felt a strong arousing heat in her pussy, she tried to move, but was prevented by the binding, unable to do anything but squirm at the sensations that flooded her body.
Delicious, very delicious ... the feelings could not be described. And hearing the sound caused by Beleth with every movement of his tongue increased her arousal. He increased and decreased speed repeatedly to hear her discordant moans, Dulce never wanted that moment to end, because it was as delicious as a sweet candy to a child.
“I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He admitted, while separating from her and kneeling before her blindfolded eyes. “I've always been selfish.”
Dulce wondered what he meant while fighting against the waning heat, but then she heard the sound of clothes falling to the ground, near the bed. From one moment to another she felt gentle warmth over her body, and knew it was Beleth, who had pressed against her body to body. She wanted to ask him to remove the blindfold, but to say this was like saying she wanted to see him naked, and admitting that was too much for her, at least for now.
A deliciously heady feeling returned when his hands caressed her breasts, moving more wildly than before, his thumbs pinching the hardened nipples that begged for a nibble. But his mouth became glued to hers, and his tongue delicately entered inside. A loud groan of discomfort made him stop short his advance, for a moment he had lost his way and did not realize the situation.
Overwhelming her with kisses to distract her body, he finally entered her, using the same slow and tortuous pace. He squeezed her breasts, increasing her arousal, it was terribly hard to control himself, so slowly and without wasting time, he increased the speed of the attacks to that tender body waiting for her to get used to having him inside her while she gave gasps of pleasure.
The explosions that came with each movement were too big to be controlled, never had a woman provoked something like that, and her moans were the best way to drive him crazy. He felt he was about to climax when mild convulsions began to squeeze his penis, so he increased his thrusting to the necessary speed required for him to climax and watched as she met his thrusts with every movement of her hips.
Before reaching the long-awaited moment, he lifted her and seated her fully on top of him without stopping the rhythmic movements. He thought that being tied when the time came would cause pain in her tense arms.
Dulce moaned more strongly as she felt him deeper within her at the change of position, almost opening her soul to him, she was beginning to see a white mist in her mind and felt like her own sweat mingled with Beleth’s. She couldn’t take it anymore. She felt as if she was going to die. A growl reached her ear, to which she responded, feeling full of something hot.
Beleth lowered his hands releasing her wrists, it was painful to move and those spasms in the most intimate area of her body were too good, and she managed to raise numb arms to embrace him as she flew apart and heat spread inside her.
He was still inside her, but carefully pushed her down and pulled out. He took off the blindfold finally allowing her eyes to watch him in all his glory, which cause renewed desire that started to rise within her and she complained with a narrowed gaze. She was surprised at herself, at her attitude...
“It's time to eat.” He stuck out his tongue in a mischievous way. “I can’t stop one of the queens of hell from feeding her greed. You have to eat everything I give you if you want dessert.”
Dulce blushed at how he lifted a finger to his mouth to lick it. She smiled, of course she would eat, after all her sin was gluttony. Although if she was honest, she was anxious to enjoy her dessert, who she was sure would be a certain demon of the underworld.
There was no reason to hurry, he owned her soul ... she could have that delicious dessert for eternity. She sighed opening her mouth allowing him to place half a strawberry inside. He waited until while she chewed enjoying its sweetness.
“I'm envious of the way you savor it.” He kissed her. Enjoying the taste of the piece of fruit mixed with her saliva. “I hope you also enjoy the taste of my body.”
2. Wrathful Anger
Every day it was the same routine, the same places and the same faces. Amy woke up in the morning, and as usual, spent a few minutes staring at the white ceiling of her room. From the first minute she could hear the usual morning fight. Her mother blamed her father for something and her father blamed her mother for something else. She had spent so many years experiencing this life, that she could not recall any normalcy or family time in the house.
She got up, showered, dressed and went for breakfast avoiding walking close to them, whenever they were fighting, they included her either as an excuse or as a weapon, and Amy hated being utilized. She wasn’t there for longer than necessary, and walked out the door without saying a word and without letting them notice that she was there listening in boredom
There was still more than half an hour before it opened, but she was already going through the doors of the empty school. She was always the first to arrive because she had nothing better to do. She would sit in the library, opening the same window and watching the outside in boredom, while gradually students came in.
After a while, she raised an eyebrow staring to the right, attracted by the chatter of some girls who came uncomfortably near her. He was there again, after just one month he had managed to establish himself in the number one spot of the popularity charts. Confident and cocky, he made Amy sick, although she wasn’t sure of the real reason for the bad feeling he caused her to feel.
With a sigh she closed the window, she left there adjusting her wavy dark hair that the wind had messed up and walked briskly through the crowded halls.
“Hey. Be more careful....” The strong tone of voice went down after her eyes met with Amy’s’ sharp gaze.
The girl had just crashed against her after closing her locker and froze. She apologized quickly without Amy opening her mouth. Really, she didn’t care about a silly thing like that, but for some reason, her eyes always caused such a reaction in people.
“Scary! So scary!” She heard the girl say as she continued on her way.
Such things always made her sick. She didn’t understand some of the stupid behavior of girls her age, but otherwise thought her social skills were so minimal, that it limited her view of the world and human understanding.
“Amy!” After the cry she felt a pressure on her back.
“Do you feel better, Sofi?” The girl, the only person who was not afraid of her, nodded with a smile. “That's good.”
“I've been bored a lot these days.” She complained hanging on her friends arm. I missed you so much!”
They walked together, entering the class, and took a seat. Amy was bored looking out the window while the teacher explained something making no sense. Sofí had started attending this school in the new school year, she was a friendly person who liked everyone and yet, from the first day she had stuck close to Amy. Amy never knew why, but she was grateful, because it soothed the bad feelings of loneliness that were in her heart.
Something hit her on the back and made her turn around scowling. In front of her, meters away, a group of fans of the new boy were laughing trying to hide. In gym class they always did the same thing, they took advantage of group games to attack her, but if they wanted to play, of course she would also enter the game.
“A ...
Amy” Sofí said when she saw her face, where a faint smile had appeared. Because she never smiled, and when he did, things got ugly.
She grabbed the hard ball and with one hand threw it directly to the leader of the group, who uttered a scream that drew all eyes. She was struck squarely in the face knocking her down.
“Miss.” The teacher suddenly appeared in front of her, frowning with arms crossed. “Run.”
She snorted, it was always the same. That irritated her and made her angry ... she defended herself, but the only culprit was always her.
While she was running at full speed, trying to get rid of the negative feelings of anger that flooded her, she couldn’t look away from the girl who was on the ground whimpering. Who was now, being taken care of by him, Loki.
“What a stupid name ...” She thought, speeding up.
At the moment when she ran around the external field and went near the group gathered around Marianne, she felt something in her foot; she lost her balance and fell to the ground with such force and tumbled several times over her own body. The speed at which she was running increased the force of the blow. Her body scraped against the cold cement floor and she felt a twinge in her ankle.
She lifted up her bruised face staring at Marianne, her body vibrated with superhuman strength. Marianne was smiling with a raised eyebrow, clearly enjoying what she had done. Amy knew she had caused her own downfall.
“Amy!” Sofí ran to her. “Are you okay? Does anything hurt?”
“Don’t worry.”
She leaned on one knee and just remained there, watching him walk the two meters that separated her from the group. He bent down and reached out, Amy returned his gaze frowning and furious she knocked his hand away. Loki let out a small, almost imperceptible laugh that only she heard.
“The kitten doesn’t want help.” He said to Amy speaking with her for the first time since he had arrived there.
She looked at him, she was sure that her eyes burned furiously at those words, and was sure that if she could she would’ve punched him to remove that expression of joy from his face. With eyes fixed on him, she waited a few seconds trying to get him to understand her menacing mood. Loki simply stood in the same position, smiling and looking at her with his blue eyes. His brown hair glistened in the hot sun of the spring.
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