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The night is young and she’s so tired, her newly found friends tugging her from bar to bar, but her legs are barely moving in the high heels Genya forced her into. The silky slip dress clinging to her sweaty skin and the air is heavy with the aftertaste of a hot day. Though her friends are insistent, she can’t seem to continue having fun, already spent her limit, craves the silence and comfort of her dorm room.
Wanders off from the group while they are too involved in discussion of choosing the next bar stop. The pavement is cool underneath her feet when she takes the heels off, doesn’t care much about the glass or dirt, too exhausted to care. The streets are mostly empty, rare cars passing by, and it’s artificially quiet, even almost too much. She feels sad, tears spilling, sending black tracks of her mascara down her cheeks. Why is she even goes out when it never brings joy? Drinks and loud bars and clubs are too much for her anxious mind. Would rather cuddle up in her blanket and read another book with exciting stories and charismatic characters.
The dorm is empty and dark, can barely find her room in the countless corridors and blurry numbers, still not very used to the new environment, chill runs through her spine, making the hairs on her arms stand and she doesn’t understand why, but her heart starts beating faster. Hesitantly opens the door, turning on the light right away.
The tall black figure stands by the window, the cape made of shadows swirls around his feet and she’s almost ready to flee, to run and hide, when he turns and eyes of obsidian lock her in place.
“Hello, little lady.”
Surely the last drink was too much, surely she’s just seeing things.
“You’re not real.”
But the smug expression on his face taking her breath away.
"Surely, you didn’t think that I'll leave you be?"
The man from her dreams, the black one, the dark one, poisoning her mind with images no teenage girl should see. Two years of dreaming and yearning. Something about the darkness alluring and calling her in.
She's away from her father and step mother and a little goblin of a brother. The big city, the big dreams and big fears, the only comfort are her shadowy dreams. The shadow king following into her every night, now stands in her little room, eyes dangerously scanning her body.
"I remember, I was promised a little something for the certain baby two years ago."
He smells of winter and damned fate, smile feline and smug. A hunter found it's prey.
"Come closer, little lady."
His eyes are the darkest night and she can't seem to be afraid, frozen in a haze of his presence, confused if she knows what he means, if she meant what she promised. His touch comes unexpectedly, gentle caress on her cheek, his thumb turning her chin up, eyes locking and she's lost in his heating gaze.
"You didn't forget, Alinochka, didn't you?"
His other hand travelling down her body, sending shivers through her spine, raising goosebumps on her skin, laying his palm on her tummy.
"A babe for a babe, Solnyshko, nothing much."
It's hard to breathe with him so close, a man she thought wasn't real, a man asking her for the impossible.
"But I... I..."
"Yes, you, Alina, you. A babe of you and me, a babe you so graciously offered instead of your brother. The time has come to pay the price."
She doesn't remember being laid on the bed, her dress gone, her underwear vanished. And she's never done that before, has never been naked in front of a man, never let someone touch her before, but then the dreams come alive in her mind and she realizes hе's seen her and explored her naked body countless of nights already. Yet today is different.
He's real and he asks for her baby, a baby she doesn't have, a baby she’s way too young to have. Shiver goes through her body as his hands travel from her knees to the inside of her thighs, spreading them wide, putting her sacred place on display for him.
"So wet for me already, your body knows who she belongs to."
A shadow tendril appearing out of thin air, going straight to the little bundle of nerves between her thighs flickering it just so, making her sigh in pleasure. Fire burns stronger and stronger in her stomach and she needs so much more, she craves something she can’t reach.
"Please, Darkling."
She pleads, and his shadows respond with a stronger pressure on her clit.
"Such a good girl for me, asking so nicely, but... " and everything stops. Tears of frustration wetting her cheeks, blurring her vision. "No need to cry, Solnyshko, just ask what you want me to do, and you'll get it. You know I can never tell you no."
It's hard to form a single thought, when she aches so much.
"I don't know."
"You don't know? Poor girl." He shakes his head in mock sympathy. "It's okay, I can decide for you, right?"
Nods her head because surely he knows something she doesn't, but then his lips turn up in a cruel smile, and she knows she made a mistake, but it's too late now.
He lifts her hips up, putting a pillow underneath, bending her knees, pressing them down, down until they touch her shoulders. Looks him in the eyes, the pools of pure black sparkling with fire and she swears the slick of her cunt starts running down her ass cheeks.
He is naked in a single snap of his fingers and something blunt and hot nudging at her opening, she can't turn away from hypnotizing eyes of his, trusting him to take the pain away and he does, pressing in, filling her, making her whole. She never knew she was this empty until his cock filled her to the brim. And he is so big and wide, it almost hurts, but she needs more, she wants him all.
"Such a tight cunt, all for me."
His voice is so breathy that she would think he's struggling if his grip on her thighs wouldn't be this strong.
"Gonna fill her up until it takes, until you grow round with my child, until you learn to love me and obey me, until you let me rule over you, until you make me your slave."
His movements slow and thoughtful, his words sink into her mind with his cock sinking into her cunt.
"Love me, love me, love me."
He repeats with every thrust and she can only moan into his lips, his words sipping into her mouth like a honey and she feels something sparkle in her heart. The knot in her lower stomach tightens and tightens until she can't take it anymore.
"Please, I need to..."
Her whimpers are so pathetic to her own ears, but he only smiles brightly.
"Yes, Solnyshko, you do need, need your tummy full at all times, until my come leaks out of you with every step you make, until there's so much of it, your body has no option but to take my seed and grow the baby, until you can't wait for me to fill you up again, until you stay by my side, begging for more and loving me blindly. That's what you need, right sweet thing?"
The words so right and yet so wrong messing her foggy brain. Is it really what she wants? But his voice is kind, sympathetic almost, he understands her so well, he can't be wrong even if it’s not what she planned her life to be
"I'll keep you safe and happy, gift you the power of eternal life and endless love, you'll need for nothing, I'll be your world, you'll be my sun."
His fingers start circling her clit, his hips speeding up and she can't hear a word he says, her ears full of humming white noise, eyes full of stars and she sees the future in his eyes, the future she wasn’t aware of. When she comes, she comes with a Yes falling from her lips, trapping herself in the net he so carefully put around her. A prey caught in the maw of a deadly beast.
Her soul binding to his, just as his cock paints her insides white. He’s breathing hard in her ear, his lips hot in her neck, nipping, sucking the gentle skin, leaving the universe of his making in purples and blues.
"Now that you're mine, little wife, we have to go back to our castle."
His cock is twitching inside of her, still hard, and her sore traitorous cunt squeezes around him. A fear she didn't have before, anxiously crawling up to the front of her mind. What did she get herself into?
"No need to fear me, Alinochka, I only want what's best for you. Rest now, sweet thing, while I top you up."
His hands caressing her sticky skin, kneading the softness of her thighs. Shadowy fog falls onto her eyes and she can’t keep them open anymore, falling asleep just as his hips start to move again, rocking her like a babe in the cradle. She’s so warm and comfortable, that there’s no place for worry.