Agatha remains silent when I tell her about my past…a past I wish never existed in my life.
“For years they made me do this. I would find women who were beautiful and innocent-”
“Like an angel,” she completes my sentence.
I nod and look away, returning my gaze to the raging storm outside.
“I would bring them to our house where my parents would talk with them and make them drink tea that had drugs in them. They would then feed them with their bullshit about the Magdalene and make them think they are actually angels.”
Every time I brought a woman with me, I would feel the weight of guilt heavying upon my shoulders more and more. Each and every one of them were innocent who thought to be part of my life as a friend or something more.
And what did I do?
Trapped them like innocent birds into the cage I was in and let them soon become targets to my parents. I watched them get killed, their heads being cut off…their blood staining my hands when I buried them in the grounds.
“But why would anyone believe in such a horrific and gruesome act?” she questions.
“The world isn’t full of innocent people who will follow the righteous path God tells us to accept. My parents were brain washed by some fucked up pastor and made them believe with his lies that God has sent angels on earth to witness our actions. They must see it and be sent back to God, and the only way to do it is please them and then fucking kill them as that’s the only way any spirit leaves the world. I thought maybe my parents were the lunatic ones but when I got to learn more about this, I saw so many people actually falling for this trap.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell anyone else?” she asks.
I let out a dark chuckle. “You have been part of a rich family, and I’m sure you had other people to talk about what Tristen did to you. Why didn’t you?”
She remains silent, validating my point: Nobody would trust my words.
“People at Vailburg always have this painted image of rich people being perfect and living their lives with honesty and power. Only if they would get their heads out of their asses, they would see the dark reality those rich bastards live behind those expensive residence.”
“Are your parents still alive?”
I move my head sideways as I respond to her question.
“No. Me and my brother killed them.”
She gasps with her lips parted as she is taken aback with surprise. “If they are dead then why are you continuing their sick ways?”
“Because of Geryon,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair as I let out a shaky breath. Just remembering what that fucker did to me makes me wish I could cut him into pieces and bury him in the Magdalene. “He believes in this ritual with every living fiber in his body. He believes it so much that he calls God his master and for Him, he will do anything. That’s why from Vailburg he would get innocent girls who are labelled as unwanted or lunatics there. If he sees they are worthy of being sent to God then he would use them as sacrifices and if not then he sends them back. In daylight he acts like a priest, repenting for his so-called sins to God, and at night he performs those sins thinking it’s a pathway to heaven.”
“Did Geryon drug all the women here? Is that why they look so…”
“Lifeless. Yes. He lets them settle in this dark place and when the time is right, he starts to drug them, making them believe whatever he says is right and they are angels.”
“Did he drug me too?” she asks.
I shake my head. Not giving her the full answer because I’m not brave enough to see her fall into the depths of lies more than she already is.
“And what happens to the women who aren’t affected by it or don’t fall for his traps?”
I shrug. “I help them get cured as much as possible, mentally and physically like a doctor should.”
Agatha stalks towards me and stands right in front of me. Her eyes filled with doubt and curiosity.
“So, you aren’t an actual priest then?”
I shake my head. “I’m like a wolf disguised in sheep’s skin. Geryon made me play this part to keep the façade of this place being holy for the world and thinking I would whole-heartedly be a part of the rituals too. But I have no intention to follow in his footsteps, that’s why during the prayers, even though it’s false, I pray to God for my sins. I pray for the souls of those innocent women who didn’t deserve such inhumane deaths.”
“Is Geryon your brother?” she asks in a low tone.
I nod, looking right into her deep black eyes. “He is my brother but not the one for whom I stepped into this fucked up world.”
She scowls in confusion. “Then who is he?”
“He is my elder step-brother. My parents were part of the Magdalene ritual before they got married. Father fucked one of the members of it and she got pregnant. He didn’t want to take any responsibilities of it so the woman committed suicide and Geryon was left in an orphanage. But he somehow got to know about us and the Magdalene. He gave me something I needed and in exchange he told me to continue the ritual…to resume being part of the Magdalene. We may be priests from outside but from inside we are sinners.”
“What did he give you? And where is your other brother?”
I snicker. “What will you gain knowing about those? You wanted to know the truth about Magdalene and me. So, I told you.”
“You are still hiding something and I need to know-”
“I already told you that’s important for you. Knowing about my brother or Geryon won’t be helpful.”
I snort. “What will you do? Help me? Go against him and save yourself and me?”
She swallows before I see determination and strength empowering her features. “If it’s part of our escape, then yes. I will help you.”
I shake my head. “Since when do you care about my escape? Neither do I need to leave this place nor do I need your help. Worry about yours first. Tonight, you could have died for your reckless act. Fate won’t be on your side again and again. He will find out one way or another and won’t spare you. That time I can’t help you no matter what.”
She leans closer.
“I know you will save me. You swore to be the villain of my story but this villain will be my savior.”
She cups my face, bringing my face closer to her. “I want to help you because that would mean saving myself. You and I are different people but we both carry the same reflection of darkness that we forcefully faced.”
I remain silent, feeling my heart racing by her words.
“We both were thrown into the darkness of the Magdalene by the people we thought we could trust. But despite being strangers, you still saved me. And this time I will save you.”
My jaw clenches as a wave of anger starts to crash through my nerves.
“You can save me and I will save you.”
Nobody has ever saved me. How can she be any different?
“Your truth has put you under a different light in my eyes and the person I see is begging to be set free from this place. I will do that for you.”
I push away her hands, caging behind her back while my other hand holds her jaw.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Agatha.”
Our breathing turns ragged as the atmosphere turns intense.
“I have been disappointed and betrayed several times in life to teach myself that trust doesn’t exist. So, don’t make me trust you because when you fail me, even the last bit of my true self I have left, will be gone forever.”
I bend my head lower to hers with my warm breath skimming over her lips. “Don’t save me because there is no hope for that.”
“I have been betrayed too, Eryx. I know what it feels like and how much pain it can bring. But you still sparked that trust back within me.”
“Just because I helped you few times doesn’t means-”
“It means more than you’ll ever know. You could have ignored it just like you do for others here. But you promised to be there for me and tonight you proved it again. I won’t back away from my promise-”
I shake my head as a warning. My heart starts to rise up with the ray of hope she was shining upon it, intensifying my fear.
“Don’t do it, Agatha. You will regret it.”
“I will regret it more knowing I didn’t try hard enough to save you when you needed me the most.”
Her words start to bloom my lost hope despite my attempts of suppressing it. But it’s the honesty…the truth in her eyes that is trying to break down my walls.
“I don’t want your help because of your pity,” I mutter. Our lips are so close that only a few inches gap exists.
“It’s not out of pity. It’s because I care.”
“And why should I trust you?” I ask against her lips.
“Because just like you trusted my truth, you can trust me with yours.”
And with that she breaks the walls I had built around myself for years.
I close my eyes, breathing heavily and pressing my forehead against hers. I breathe in her sweet scent, relishing in her sweetness that makes my heart race every time.
“We can save each other. All I need is your trust and help so that we can leave this living nightmare.”
I caress her lips with my thumb and open my eyes to meet her beautiful ones.
“You will have your freedom. I promise in my life, Agatha, I will do everything in my power to protect you and get you out of here.”
She looks at me with an overwhelming emotion like she wasn’t expecting me to agree. Her eyes glimmer with tears of joy before they course down her cheeks.
Letting go off her hands, I bring both my palms to cup her cheeks and kiss away her tears.
“No more tears, little girl. You have suffered enough and soon you will be free from them,” I vow to her.
If she gets to know the truth I’m hiding from her, she will loathe me for the rest of her life but I’m serious about setting her free. I won’t let her be tainted by the devil.
Not anymore when she sees and believes in a part of me that I thought was dead years ago.
She sees him and trusts him.
She keeps her gaze fixated upon me as we both feel the undeniable attraction pulling us closer with an intense fire of need burning our bodies.
“I…” she whispers. “I want you tonight.”
“What does my little girl want from me?” I rasp against her lips, watching her lean closer for more, but slightly move back to make her yearn for my touch.
“Everything. I want to be yours.” She licks her lips that ignites my racing blood.
“And how would you want it to be?’ I trace my tongue along her bottom lip, relishing in the alluring sound of her moaning.
“Raw. Deep. Harsh.”
I smirk. “Seems like my little girl craves the dark pleasure like I do.”
“You made me fall in love with this dark side and now I want more…I want it all.”
I move my hand towards her throat and hold it, pulling her to me and crashing my lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Her sweet, honey-like flavor makes me release a deep groan in my chest. My blood pumping faster through my body just from her plump lips.
Fuck.
My cock aching against my pants, begging for release and having Agatha’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around it.
I lean back watching her eyes darken with desire with her cheeks flushed.
“On your knees. Now,” I order.
She kneels looking at me with those innocent eyes that makes me want to fuck her harder. But tonight, I will be claiming every part of her, even her pussy that I have envisioned many times while jerking off.
I touch her jaw and lightly caress it with my thumb before I slide my hand behind her head and fist her hair.
“Take out my cock and make it wet so that it’s ready to fuck your cunt raw,” I grunt.
She mewls and starts to work on my pants and pulls down the zipper. My cock springs free through the gap, lightly resting against her lips. I hold my cock, giving it a few strokes and tap it against her bottom lip.
“Open that mouth. I want to see my little girl choke on my cock.”
She opens her mouth as wide as possible before I thrust in my cock, hitting the back of her throat. My head leans back with my eyes closed with pure pleasure coursing through every inch of my body.
Her warm, wet mouth and her throat clenching around my cock makes me want to spill my come already, but I want to relish this as much as possible.
Using my other hand I fist more of her hair, controlling her motions by her head.
“First I will make your throat ache with my cock, and next will be your cunt, little girl,” I mutter.
She simply nods eagerly, pleading silently for more.
Whatever my girl wants.
Before she can contemplate, I start to thrust faster and deeper into her mouth, moving both my hips and her head.
The sloping and squelching sounds of her gagging and spit fills in the room along with the heavy rain falling outside. It feels so fucking good…so heavenly.
But the best part is seeing her mouth adjusting to my size while her eyes water with tears. Spit starts to drool from her mouth and fall onto the floor. But despite my rough treatment she doesn’t show an ounce of hesitation.
That’s my girl.
“Such a good little girl, taking my cock like a hungry slut,” I groaned. My words trigger her moaning further as I feel it on my cock as well.
She whimpers and mewls, savoring every second of this moment. Her hair is a wild mess now and skin turning into a shade of rosy red.
I pull out my cock and she inhales in a deep breath with her tongue out and mouth apart.
“Do you want my come in your mouth or cunt?” I grunt while she tries to come out from the euphoria. But I don’t let her and pull on her hair.
“Answer me,” I ordered.
“Both,” she rasps heavily. “I want both.”
I let out a dark chuckle, arching her neck more by her hair. “Greedy little girl,” I hissed.
I shove my cock in her mouth again, fucking her harder like there is no tomorrow. She is loving the roughness…the pain.
Any other woman would feel used and hurt by my acts, but not Agatha. She embraces this side of me with open arms without any judgements.
“Mmmm mhmm,” she hums with her eyes closed placing her hands against my thighs. She skates them up and cups my aching balls, massaging them and heightening my pleasure even more.
“So fucking good. Fuck!” I let out an animalistic growl feeling myself on the verge of spilling anytime as my muscles tightened.
“Fuck…I’m going to come deep in your throat and you better swallow every last drop like good girl.”
She nods and tries to relax her mouth, letting me increase my pace. I soon find my release and come inside her mouth with a deep groan.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grunt feeling my muscles turning relaxed with my nerves loosing up a bit. I breathe heavily and pull out, watching her open her mouth wide to show me she swallows it all.
I lean forward and kiss her deeply. “Good girl. Is my little girl’s cunt wet and aching?”
I see her hips slightly gyrating like she was seeking for relief. I lower my hand and trace her pussy over her now wet panties.
“Just sucking my cock made you so wet. Dirty little slut,” I groan and nibble her bottom lip, earning a whimper from her. Her eyes are dazed with need like never before.
“Lie on the bed, legs spread,” I ordered her, watching her stand and quickly lying down in bed with her legs spread. Grabbing her dress by the neckline in a tight fist, I rip it open hearing her gasp in surprise and pull off her dress. I do the same with her panties until she is fully naked in my bed. Every inch of her skin is flushed with her chest heaving up and down as she breathes heavily.
Fucking gorgeous.
I want to claim her so badly but I need her to relax at first in order to take me. I lie beside her and wrap one hand around the back of her neck, kissing her harshly. Our tongues mingle together like we can’t get enough no matter what.
My hand moves down and circles her wet cunt while I swallow her moans.
“I bet you want to come so badly that in seconds you will be screaming and writhing, right?” I rasp.
“Yes…please. Please, touch me,” she begs.
I lick my fingers groaning at the sweet flavor of her pussy. I spit a bit on my fingers and lubricate her aching cunt more. I push in four fingers together and start fucking her vigorously, not allowing her any gentleness.
She wants it rough. She will have it.
Her whole body starts to shiver as she cries out loud with her thrown back, being hypnotized by pleasure.
The squelching sound of her cunt and her lips letting out those moans are like music to my ears.
Her eyes are shut and she grabs my shirt for support as my fingers pace up their motions. Her cunt squeezes so tightly around my fingers that I feel it on my cock which is turning hard again.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
I bring her closer by her neck and kiss her. She returns the same roughness by biting my lip, making it painful that my mind goes wild.
Fucking little minx.
My fingers hit that sweet spot inside her pussy and feel her coming around my fingers with her wetness squirting out and pooling on the floor. Her hips buck up and down but I don’t stop for a second.
She nearly falls back from the intensity of her release but I hold her against me and continue kissing her until she returns to reality. Leaning back, I watch her face lost in the ecstasy brought by my touch.
I stand up and start working on my shirt and pants, until I stand naked in front of her. She lay there and parted her legs more, watching me with those lust filled eyes.
I notice her gaze dropping on my cross chain around my neck and that is when a wicked idea hits me. I take off my chain and place it against her belly.
Kneeling in front of her I put my mouth on her wet cunt letting her legs straddle around my head. I devour her like she is my meal, flicking her clit with my fingers and fucking her cunt with my tongue.
Her back arches as she holds onto my hair for leverage and cries out loud.
“Oh God! Ah! Eryx!” she screams, writhing against my hold. I move my mouth a bit lower and let my spit drool down to her asshole. I even smear her pussy juices on her asshole to lube it up more before I take the cross chain in my hand.
She frowns in confusion and leans on her elbows.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a groggy voice after screaming so much.
“Giving you the most intensified pleasure, you will ever experience, little girl. Trust me on this,” I murmur, licking my lips and tasting her juices.
She nods. “I trust you.”
My heart thumps against my chest faster while she breathes heavily.
“Hold your ass cheeks apart for me and relax your body.” She does as told and I move the pendant on her cunt first, coating it with her juices before skating it lower…lower.
The cross is almost the size of my finger and it will require her to stay calm and relax to feel the pleasure I’m giving her. I circle it around her and then ever so slowly push the cross inside her asshole.
“Urgh! Ah!” she whimpers with her legs trembling and her asshole squeezing around the cross.
Fucking beautiful.
“That’s it, take deep breaths,” I whisper, letting her adjust to it. She takes it in until the chain is dangling out. I look back at her and smirk seeing her lost in the haze of desire.
“Now time to make you mine,” I groan, taking my cock and stroking it. Placing it against her wet pussy lips I slide it up and down, loving the way she whimpers for my cock.
“Please…” she whispers.
“Please what, little girl? Say what you need.”
She gulps licking her lips. “I want you to claim me. Please put your cock inside me. I need it.”
“Whatever my little girl wants.”
With that I sink my cock inside her tight cunt and can’t control the deep moan vibrating from my chest.
Fucking Lord. She feels too perfect.
“Fuck…” I grunt and land my gaze on her face which is constricted like she is in pain.
I’m on the verge of pulling away and as if she can read my mind, she cups my face and shakes her head.
“No. Don’t. I want all of it, including the pain,” she whispers.
“But I don’t want to hurt you too much.”
“I don’t want you to hold back and treat me like a fragile flower. You and I connected with darkness, and now I want to be with you in this same darkness where we are each other’s light. I want every part of you.” She kisses me harshly and clenches her pussy on purpose.
Dear God, give me strength.
“Claim me and fuck me like I was born to be yours. I want it to hurt, I want to feel it through my bones…right through my soul. Fuck me, Eryx.”
Her words work like a trigger and I let myself lose control. I lean over and cage her hands above her head with one hand, while the other grabs her throat. I give one deep thrust and pause to listen to her cries. Another thrust brings out another cry before I thrust again and this time I don’t pause.
I start fucking her.
Raw. Deep. Harsh.
“God yes! Yes! Please more,” she moans out loud that it rings louder than the rain outside.
“You feel so fucking good. Absolutely perfect,” I mutter against her lips before leaning low and kissing the nape of her neck.
Every time my cock hits deep inside her cunt, my blood roared with possession. The primal need to have her all to myself felt too strong.
Our moans and grunts echoes through the room, mingling with our ragged breathing.
But when I look at her eyes that are filled with more than just lust, my heart hammers faster, making me feel something…a wave of comfort that I haven’t felt for a long time.
The sense of trust she carries in those beautiful eyes makes me wish I can take her away from this rotten place right now. But we have to wait for the right time.
I’m willing to risk my life but not hers.
“I want to touch you,” she murmurs and I let go of her hands as they make their way to my shoulder before leaning towards my back.
Resting my forehead against her temple I kiss her jaw and keep thrusting in and out of her tight, wet cunt. Channeling the same roughness, I feel her nails digging into my skin as they scratch down.
“More, Agatha. Make me hurt too,” I whisper.
Her nails scrape my skin deeper that I feel blood is drawing out of my skin. But I don’t care.
I need it just like she does.
Lowering my hand, I pull out the cross by the chain a bit and using the lower part, I fuck her ass at the same with my cock destroying her cunt.
Her eyes roll back in ecstasy that is giving her an unimaginable and irresistible pleasure she never dreamt of. Her mouth turns slack like her mind can’t function anymore to form any words to speak.
She is being driven insane and my God it’s a sight to behold. But I want her to witness it…to feel more. I lean back a bit, raising her body by her throat so that we stay face to face. I pull out the chain and my cock, making both her holes empty.
“No, please,” she protests but that doesn’t last long when I put the cross inside her cunt and then my cock, making her pussy feel fuller.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she yelps throwing her head back but I drag her face back towards me.
“Watch me, watch us joining together, little girl,” I ordered.
Her eyes go down to my cock and the pendant penetrates her with the chain clinking against the wooden bed along with our skins slapping together.
Her cunt starts to twitch along with my cock that is moving along with the cross feeling her warmth and wetness
“I’m…I’m coming…” she mutters under her breath as if expressing her words openly that was roaming in her mind.
“Yes,” I hiss, increasing my speed. “Come for me and milk my cock. I will spill deep inside your cunt that you will feel it the whole day tomorrow.”
“Yes, yes. Come inside me,” she pleads.
My cock aches for release as I feel myself coming anytime now. She raises her face and kisses me, highlighting both of our releases as we come together with a muffled moan. My body shudders as I spill my come inside her with a grunt.
Her body trembles from her orgasm as her nails sink into my skin. For a moment my vision darkens but when I let her lie down, I try to breathe evenly.
She is my dark paradise…my nirvana.
Her fingers had a bit of blood smeared from the scars she gave me but I wanted those to stay on my back as a reminder of her touch upon me.
I look down and slowly pull out of her, watching my come oozing out of her cunt along with my cross chain dropping down.
Fuck. How can she be so fucking addictive?
But I scoop up some of the come around her pussy and push it inside her, wanting it to stay there. Her cunt twitches slightly with her body giving a light shiver.
“You better keep it inside and don’t clean yourself. I will be giving you more tonight,” I whisper, kissing her lips.
“More?” she questions.
I chuckle lightly, kissing her lips. “When I said I want you to feel my come till tomorrow, then I meant it, little girl. And it will only be possible when I give you more.”
I turn her over on her hands and knees making her yelp in surprise as I let myself drown in her beauty and attraction.
Now that I have a taste of her, this one time won’t be enough.
I will never get enough of her.
Never.
She is only mine.
