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Gold.
It was a color he had admired above all else, something he coveted more than anything else the world could ever offer him. Whenever he closed his eyes, it was all he could see. Golden eyes. Golden hairs. A beautiful, pale skinned maiden would dance behind his eyelids. He’d never met a woman as perfect as she was, not ever in his life, and yet still the woman enchanted him with the smallest of smiles.
Without even meaning to, he’d let it consume his entire life, his entire being in the pursuit of this mysterious woman. She might not even exist. He’d tried time and time again to tell himself that, to cease this meaningless search, but every glimpse of her behind his eyelids would force him to keep looking for her.
“Sir? Excuse me, sir? Are you feeling alright?”
A hand was waved before his eyes as he was dragged from deep in his thoughts of her again. Jolting back to his senses, he hardly glanced at the woman in front of him. “I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”
The woman hums in thought, worry creasing her brow. “O-Okay. Sorry for bothering you.”
It was only when she began to walk away that he looked over, his body stiffening as the moonlight reflected off of her soft, golden hair. He was speechless as he watched her retreating back, watching the woman he’d been searching for walk down the sidewalk. He nearly choked as his voice lodged in his throat.
What could he say to make her stay?
And so, he did the only logical thing he could: He followed her back to her apartment.
It wasn’t how he’d intended their first meeting to go. In fact, every scenario he’d ever dreamt of had never started off in such a way. He felt sick to his stomach at the mere memory of how he ignored her when she’d been concerned for him after he’d spaced out on his way home from work. But as he watched her unlock and enter her apartment, he could only think of one thing.
She must be mine.
He was too impatient to wait any longer. For too long had he searched for this woman to simply sit idly by and play the long game. She’d spent too many years taunting him from afar. She owed him more than plenty.
As the city around him grew quiet, lights going dark in windows, he approached her door. It was locked, as he’d expected, but a few minutes fiddling with the lock was enough for him to break his way inside. Locking the door behind him, he set foot inside, inhaling deeply. It smelled sweet, like a field of flowers, and his eyes caught on her shoes laying just inside the door. With a warm smile, he took his own shoes off, gently lining them up next to hers.
Like he belonged there.
He walked further into the apartment, smiling warmly at the clean and neat kitchen. Idly, he wondered how she’d look in the morning as she cooked him breakfast with a loving smile. He passed through the living space towards the bedroom, gently pushing the door open. She was fast asleep in her bed, moonlight streaming in through cracks in the curtain that reflected off of her perfectly golden hair.
Closing the door behind him, he shrugged off his coat as he gently sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to pick up a lock of her hair as he brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Her scent was sweet, something that reminded him of the honeysuckles that grew where he once lived as a child.
“I’m home.” His voice is low, barely a whisper as he releases the lock of hair. She doesn’t stir, still sleeping peacefully as he brushes her bangs away from her face. Then, softly and silently, he moves his hand lower as he pulls the sheets away from her body. Her nightgown was thin, barely reaching past her thighs as it rode up a bit, and her body was thin, very petite. For a moment, he wondered how easy it would be to snap her half, that if he were to bend her too far she’d simply give out.
As he laid a hand on her waist, feeling the waistband of her underwear beneath his touch, he sighed in relief at the sight before him. The woman of his dreams was here before his very eyes, ready and waiting to offer herself up to him. Leaning over the bed, he gently tilted her head at the proper angle to press his lips against hers, delighting in the sweetness that blessed his tongue. She groaned in her sleep, rolling over onto her back before going still again.
Overjoyed by her compliance, he wastes no time in pulling the sheets covering her down past her knees, his hands on her thighs. He nearly whined at the softness of her skin, so impossibly smooth as he ran his rough hands along the surface. They were meaty, nice and round and plump as he squeezed them softly, admiring the way her flesh moved beneath his touch.
He wanted to memorize everything about her.
Lifting the hem of her nightgown, he let his fingers graze her clothed core, reaching up for the hem of her black underwear. Slowly and methodically, he slid the clothing down her smooth legs, discarding it off the side of the bed as he spread her legs. He ducked his head as he laid her legs atop his shoulders, using his fingers to spread her open just for him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, tracing a finger along her lips. He admired the way it quivered and twitched beneath his touch, a soft sigh coming from her as she shifts in her sleep.
Smiling, he drags his tongue along her folds, delighting in the way she squirmed beneath his touch, still fast asleep. Lifting his gaze to peer up at her, he idly wondered what she was dreaming about as she let out a whimper.
“Are you dreaming about me when I’m right here, my love?” he teases, pressing his face closer to her core as he eases his tongue inside of her hole. A low moan escaped her lips as she subconsciously clenched down around his tongue, drawing a chuckle from deep within his chest. Pulling away, he lowers her legs from his shoulders, one hand undoing his belt buckle as he pulls out his hard and aching cock. As he settled himself between her legs, he stroked himself idly as he looked down at her.
With her legs spread and ready to accept him and her chest still covered by the thin nightgown, albeit not enough to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples from his view, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Placing one hand on her abdomen, he lined himself up with her cunt, pressing the tip of his cock against her, teasing if only for a moment. He didn’t waste anymore time as he slipped inside of her, buried to the hilt with his hips flush against her skin.
Her breathing rate quickened as he adjusted his position, hands behind her knees as he kept her legs spread apart for him. As he began to thrust, soft whines and moans filled the room alongside the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. She writhed in her sleep, her voice growing louder and louder as a grin tugged upon his lips.
Confused golden eyes peered up at him, taking far too long to understand the situation she had found herself in. As her eyes widened in horror, her lips parting as she prepared to scream, he drove into her with a powerful thrust, finally hitting her sweet spot as a choked off moan was all that escaped her instead. Before she could recover in time to call for help, he released her legs to wrap his hands around her throat, lowering his face to hers.
“I hope you’re just going to scream my name, love,” he whispers softly. “Surely you don’t have an issue with your lover having a little fun with his beautiful, seductive darling… Your body was begging for me even while you slept.”
Weakly, she brought her hands to his, digging her long nails into his skin, but she was weak from her sudden arousal from sleep and the lack of oxygen. On top of that, despite how much she protested against this sudden attack from a complete and total stranger, her body couldn’t help but react against her will as her walls squeezed down on his cock as he continued to thrust into her. He chuckled as tears welled up in her golden eyes, making them sparkle and shine in the moonlight as her lips moved in a silent protest, unable to form any words.
Her mind was spinning, trying to make sense of the current situation as her vision began to grow dark. How could everything go wrong so quickly? She didn’t even recognize the man looming over her, laying claim to her body like she was nothing more than an object he’d chosen to own on this very night. What… had she done wrong?
It didn’t take long before her eyes rolled back into her head, body twitching and spasming several times before finally going limp. It didn’t even seem to fully register in his mind what he’d done as he squeezed his hands tighter around her throat, huffing with frustration at her sudden lack of movement.
“Are you upset with me, my dear?” he asks softly, removing one hand from her throat as he strokes her cheek. “I couldn’t help myself. You fill my head with so many filthy thoughts, and when you dress like this… you have to take responsibility for what you do to me.”
With a windy laugh, he continues to thrust deep inside of his now deceased beloved, chasing his own release as he fills the corpse to the brim with his cum. As he pulls himself away from the corpse, the apartment reverberates with the sound of maniacal laughter, hands tearing away at the thin nightgown that still covered her upper half. Her skin was quickly growing cold beneath his touch, the realization of what he’d done to her finally settling in as he tucks his hands behind her knees once more, folding the corpse in half as he watched his own cum mix with other fluids leak from her soiled cunt.
He presses a delicate kiss to her inner thigh, already stroking his quickly hardening cock once more. “My precious, precious Lumine… Venti will take good care of you. Just like I always have… I will never let anyone else hurt you ever again…”