“Are you alright?” he asked quickly, surveying her closely.
“I’m – I’m fine. Where are we?” her voice shook and she knew how frightened she sounded.
“We have moved into a parallel universe. This is my home. Ma’iap.”
“Ma’iapMa’aip?” Charlotte said slowly, letting the sound roll over her tongue. She didn’t pronounce it the same way Silas did. His lilt gave the name a soft rolling sound that she couldn’t produce.
“Yes.”
“But – what about-”
“Your world is still there. But I exist here, and this is where I need you.”
Charlotte looked for the twisted arch but it was gone. All that remained was a towering tree with red buds.
Charlotte felt hysterics coming on. Sensing her distress, Silas grabbed her, his skin hot against her clammy skin.
“Listen to me,” he said sternly. “You must be here with me now. I cannot explain it. Please follow me.”
Charlotte couldn’t think straight as Silas held her hands, and she wondered why she was so affected by his touch. She wanted to open her mouth to protest, to answer, anything, but she couldn’t speak and she closed her eyes as the foreign sensation moved across her body.
Silas pulled her forwardforwards and she staggered after him. They moved through the moss towardtowards a large hill. Strange flowers of neon yellow flowers undulated on the ground and Charlotte wondered what made them move; the air was still and strangely calm.
She and Silas began to make their way up the hill. Charlotte fell more than once but Silas helped her up each time. By the time they reached the top, Charlotte was sweating and she cursed the long skirt she had on. What she wouldn’t give to be able to wear practical shorts like men.
As they crested the hill, Charlotte stopped dead in her tracks at the beauty that lay beyond. The hill overlooked a deep, lush valley of colors that Charlotte had never seen before; grasses of green, orange and pink, and trees that had strange fruits and oddly shaped leaves. There was a small lake in the center of the valley and the water was a crystal, glowing crystal blue, unlike anything Charlotte had ever seen at home. Around the lake were numerous cottages, quaint and lovely. Some were small where others were larger.
As her eyes continued to sweep the valley, she saw that large trees sat beyond the houses and it seemed that there were houses built into the trees. To the west were mountains covered with trees. To the east were gray, ashy mountains that looked dead and foreboding. And to the north the hills were tall and steep, their tops covered in icy snow.
“It’s beautiful,” Charlotte breathed. As she continued to study the land below her, she noticed people and animals moving about.
“Let’s keep moving,” Silas insisted and they began to make their descent.
The further they moved down the hill, the more Charlotte seemed to sense the change in Silas. His body seemed to harden and become tense. When they finally made it to the ground, Silas pulled her hand tightly.
“Follow me. We are not going to move through the center of the village.”
He stuck to the outskirts in the shadows of the trees. Charlotte gaped at the trees as they passed. Some had large holes, big enough for animals to live in, while others appeared to have elaborate tree houses built into the branches.. She noticed behind the trees, sat numerous caves and she shuddered at the thought of what creatures might live inside those dark dungeonswalls.
She thought of her family and her heart ached. Would they know she was missing by now? It felt like hours, but Charlotte realized she hadn’t been gone that long. Her mother, with her compassion, might even let Charlotte stay out longer than normal, thinking that she could use the fresh air. With a sinking heart, Charlotte knew her family would never find her. They would never think to enter through the gnarled arch buried deep in the woods.
Silas finally stopped and Charlotte registered the cottage in front of them. It sat back in the woods, and the filtered sunlight barely reached them. Charlotte could not make out the lake anymore, which she knew sat in the center of the village. The cottage was rustic and charming, with small windows and a large porch. Silas pulled her behind the house and Charlotte let out a small gasp at the beauty she saw.
The yard was lush and spacious with deep green grass and clusters of bright, foreign flowers. There were trees that held ripeof juicy fruits and two wooden chairs sat under the largest tree. There was also a wooden swing and a crude table that was set with a plate and a cup that seemed to have been forgotten long ago. It was the kind of yard that Charlotte imagined she might have one day. The type of yard where children could play and parents could rest.
Silas let go of Charlotte’s hand and she moved away from him, towards the swing. It was beautifully carved and she admired the craftsmanship. Her fingers trailed over the smooth wood and she gently sat down gently. It was sturdy and her hands gripped the rope. Even the rope was different. Instead of being rough as Charlotte expected, it was smooth and silky. Charlotte caressed the rope, intrigued byclosing her eyes at the sensation.
Slowly, she began to pump her legs and the swing began to move. She tipped her head backwards and closed her eyes, trying to imagine she was back at the lake cabin where a similar swing sat behind the house.
Silas watched her through heavy eyes and Charlotte saw his eyes burn with an emotion she couldn’t place. She continued to swing, feeling her skirt flutter around her legs. She suddenly felt self-conscious as she saw that Silas was looking at her bare legs. She stopped swinging and hopped off.
“I can’t resist you anymore,” Silas gasped and he lunged towards her, taking her into his arms and pressing his warm mouth against her lips.
Charlotte squeaked in protest and tried to push Silas away. She had never embraced a man, let alone kissed one. But Silas was stronger than she, and he held her tightly as his mouth opened her lips and his warm tongue slid into her own warm mouth. She tried to fight, but sheit was overcome with a heady, seductive feeling and she found herself collapsing in his arms as she gave up the battle.
Silas groaned as she gave in, and he held her more tightly as his mouth became more persistent. Timidly, Charlotte parted her lips, letting Silas further invade her mouth and he grabbed her tightly again, crushing her small body againstto his massive framebroad one. Charlotte found herself mimicking his movements; her own lips moving softly against his as she shyly ran her tongue over his teeth.
“Charlotte!” Silas gasped, “Oh, Charlotte!” His voice was filled with desperate longing and he kissed her as if his life depended on it. Finally, Charlotte wrenched out of his embrace.
“I can’t!” she cried, rubbing at her sore mouth and feeling her hair where it was starting to come undoneout.
“Yes, you must,” he said gruffly. “It’s been so long. And I’ve watched you for so long. Wanted you for so long.”
Charlotte found this odd that Silas had known her for such a long time when she had only just met him.
“It’s wrong! It’s indecent!”
“No! It’s just as it should be!” he argued, pulling her towards him again. “Succumb,” he whispered and Charlotte melted as she felt his mouth on her again.
His mouth was hungrier now and his tongue probed her mouth before he moved away from her lips. He began to trail kisses down her face and along her neck. Charlotte moaned as she felt his hot breath against the delicate skin of her throat. His mouth trailed further south until his lips brushed against her collarbone. He kissed her down to the collar of her shirt, and Charlotte shivered as his mouth hovered so close to her breasts.
“Give yourself to me, Charlotte,” Silas breathed and Charlotte heard herself moan. Silas kissed down her body, his mouth pressing against the soft fabric of her clothes. He tugged her down, and she fell in a heap on top of him, the grass cool and soft against her skin. Slowly, Silas undid her boots and slipped her socks off. Instinctively, Charlotte wrapped her legs around him and Silas reached to her hair, tugging at it so that it
fell free.
Charlotte shook her hair out and it fell down her back and across her shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” Silas murmured, before sealing his mouth over her lips. Charlotte felt herself becoming swept away in the moment and she grinded against Silas, desperate for more of his kiss. Silas reached around and began unbuttoning her shirt.
Charlotte snapped back to reality.
“No!” she gasped, putting her hands up to stop Silas.
“Don’t fight this,” he murmured into her ear, nuzzling her neck.
“No! I can’t do this! I need to be pure for my husband,” she cried.
“Charlotte, Charlotte,” he crooned, “You are pure.”
Charlotte felt tears slide down her cheeks. “I can’t. This is wrong.”
“You don’t have a choice. Give in and take the pleasure I am giving you.”
Charlotte knew that Silas would do this either way. She couldn’t fight it and she shook her head with shame. What would her family think of her? Would she ever see her family again?
Silas began to kiss her again and his hands swiftly unbuttoned each button until her shirt fell open at the back. Silas pulled the tails out of her skirt and slowly slid the shirt over her arms. Charlotte tried to cover her breasts, fully aware that she was undressed before a man.
“Don’t hide,” he whispered, pulling her hands away and gazing at her breasts. They were round and full, a sign of her youthfulness. Silas moved his mouth to one of her breasts, and Charlotte gasped as it encircled her nipple, drawing it into his mouth. His tongue licked and suckled at it, making her moan against her will. She had zero experience, but she could sense that Silas was a skillful lover with much practice.
Breathing in his intoxicating scent, Charlotte let herself go and Silas eagerly took her other nipple into his mouth, lengthening and hardening it between his teeth. Charlotte wrestled with her internal demons, knowing this was so wrong, but unable to stop.
Silas ran his hands up her legs, his fingers grazing against her soft flesh. Charlotte pushed his hand away as it inched higher, but he was determined and he continued to move until he hovered above her under garments. Silas shifted, pulling Charlotte below him, so he was on top of her. His warm eyes were filled with an unquenchable lust and Charlotte gasped audibly from the intensity of his gaze.
Silas reached for her skirt, and in one swift movement he brought it down her legs. Charlotte had never felt more vulnerable or exposed in her life. Part of her felt that she was living in some twisted fairy tale, only she was being taken partly against her will. Silas moved toward her legs, his hungry mouth kissed and licked up her thin creamy thighs, tasting all of her.
“You are mine,” he breathed, “No one can claim you but me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to understand. I claim you, Charlotte. You are mine.” His voice was husky and Charlotte felt goose bumps cover her skin at his strange words.
Silas’ hands reached her undergarments and Charlotte panicked. She sat upright, her green eyes wide with fear.
“No, please. Please don’t,” she pleaded with a shaky voice.
“You must let me.” His tone was adamant.
Charlotte covered her face. “No. I can’t. I can’t!”
“It’s not a choice,” Silas growled, and Charlotte cowered from his change of tone.
“Please. I’m a virgin. Please don’t do this,” she sobbed, her body shaking now, her milky skin a stark contrast against the lush landscape.
Silas pried her hands away from her face and cupped her chin. “It must be this way. I don’t want to take you by force, but I will.”
Charlotte began to sob louder, but she lay down in the grass submissively.
Silas slid her underwear down her legs and Charlotte turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt Silas’ fingers brush against her sex, and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. It was a completely new sensation and her eyes popped open wide in surprise.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Silas drawled, but Charlotte remained still, waiting for him to touch her again.
Silas didn’t disappoint and his fingers rubbed her softly, tangling in her pink skin. He changed his pressure from hard to soft, hard to soft and Charlotte felt herself begin to lose control of her body. She began to twist and buck in the grass and she circled her hips in needy movements, desperate for more of Silas’ addicting touch.
Silas chuckled softly, and spread her open like a flower, before he began to rub her clit. This time Charlotte cried out and arched her back off the ground. How had pleasure like this existed without her knowledge? This was a new world and she knew she would never be the same again. An unfamiliar sensation came over Charlotte and she felt as if she would burst. Her thighs trembled and her breath quickened.
“Silas,” she gasped. “What’s happening?”
Before he could respond she seemed to explode from within and pleasure rolled over her as her body convulsed against her will. She cried out loudly as she lost control, the feeling both frightening and wonderful.
She stopped breathing so heavily, but her body continued to tingle.
“What was that?” she asked.
“An orgasm.”
“Orgasm?” The word was foreign.
“A sexual release.”
“Oh.”
Silas smiled darkly, his hands moving against her swollen pussy. His fingers pushed near her opening and Charlotte could feel that she was wet in a peculiar way.
“This is your arousal,” Silas breathed and he slid a finger inside her.
“Oh!”
“Relax.”
Charlotte tried to relax as Silas slid his finger in and out of her body. It felt so forbidden and she moaned wantonly. He inserted another finger, pushing in and out of her aching sex as his fingers played with her juices.
Charlotte whimpered softly and then cried out in protest as Silas withdrew his fingers. She watched with confusion as he moved his head between her thighs and then cried out in surprise and unrestrained pleasure as she felt his mouth against her warm sex.
Silas moved his mouth against her, sucking on her swollen lips, and licking her over with long luscious strokes. His tongue was warm and silky and Charlotte felt a slave to his magic tongue. He rolled over her cleft and then began to flick against her nub.
“Argh! Argh!” she cried out, arching off the ground and then falling back with a soft thud. Her hands clawed at the air, desperate for anything that she could hold on to while she tried to absorb the intense pleasure. She found Silas’ hair, and her fingers tightened as he began to rhythmically lick and suck her.
In one deep movement, Silas thrust his tongue into her tight slit, making Charlotte cum again, as she convulsed beneath him, so unequipped to handle such an experienced lover. Silas continued to lick and suck at her as she quaked beneath him and only paused when she begged him to stop because it hurt. Silas knew she was sensitive.
“You are so amazing,” he encouraged. “I couldn’t have dreamed that you would cum so easily. I’m so aroused now.”
Charlotte whimpered softly, not sure her body could endure any more pleasure. Silas crawled on top of Charlotte and she marveled at his body. He fumbled with his pants, pulling them off his legs and Charlotte stared with wide eyes at his thick and beautiful cock. She had never seen a penis before and Silas let her eyes rove over him.
“Touch me,” he ordered softly.
Charlotte quickly shook her head.
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.”
Carefully, Charlotte outstretched her hand and she let her fingers move along his solid mass. He was steel flesh, with a fat tip and thick veins coursing down the length of him. His cock was warm to the touch and Charlotte realized that as she touched him, he lengthened and hardened more from her grip.
“Stroke me.” Silas reached down and showed Charlotte how to move her hand up and down his shaft. Charlotte quickly c
aught on and she was surprised to see Silas lose control as she began to touch him. It was a heady sensation to have that kind of power over him and she stroked him faster as she saw him come apart further.
“Enough!” he growled. “I don’t want to finish before I’ve fucked you!”
He gruffly pushed Charlotte back down and he shoved her legs wide open with his knees.
“This will hurt at first.”
Charlotte looked back at him with panicked eyes. She wanted Silas in ways she never knew she could want a man and yet she wanted to scream for him to stop. Beg for him to stop.
Silas positioned himself above Charlotte and she remained quiet as he pushed just his tip into her slick opening. Charlotte gasped from the stretching. Slowly, Silas pushed into her further and Charlotte cried out in pain as Silas took her virginity.
“Agh! You are so tight,” Silas moaned as he visibly tried to control himself from fucking her with reckless abandon. Charlotte cried out as Silas ripped through her, pushing her open for his relentless cock.
“Oh, Charlotte! Oh, Charlotte!” Silas panted. “Your cunt is so tight! Fuck! I’ve never been inside such a beautiful pussy...”
He continued to slide into her until he was balls-deep and Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut from the searing pain.
Aside from the overwhelming pain, Charlotte tried to adjust to the strange filling sensation. Silas began to pull out and this time Charlotte felt pleasure from the friction of her four walls hugging his cock. Silas pushed slowly into her again and Charlotte was consumed with painful pleasure. With each careful thrust, Silas erased her pain, bringing her only pleasure.
As Silas possessed her, Charlotte felt herself lose her willpower. She began to move in tandem with him, bringing her hips up to meet his every thrust. She grasped at his back, and squeezed at his shoulders as she tried to pull him back to her each time he slid out.
“Yes! Enjoy it!” he hissed between clenched teeth.
Silas began to thrust faster, his breath coming in ragged huffs and Charlotte's moans becoming shrill and needy. She felt the strange building sensation again and then she exploded around him, her pussy fluttering around his cock as her body shook from her release. Silas pumped into her once, twice, three times, and then came hard and fast, his own body quivering as he shot himself deep inside her. He yelled loudly, his voice gravelly like an animal, and then he collapsed on top of her.
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