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Desires of the Flesh (The Dark Lord Book 1)

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by S. L. Carpenter


  Good Lord, what am I supposed to do? The thought flickered through her mind as the darker one stood in front of her and the blond behind her.

  The darker one grabbed her hanging arms and tugged her forward. His cock lay between them, throbbing and heated. “Every man has two sides. The softer side who usually rules his subdued life and the other side is the animal who lives within us. The beast who wants to devour and conquer his prey.” With a jerk he pulled her to him. “Guess which side I am?”

  Sharnet felt a tingle race up her spine as the other man pressed against her back. His cock rested between the cheeks of her hot ass as he kissed her neck and shoulder. “You are so beautiful. I want you, Sharnet, I want you so bad I can taste it.” The words fueled her fire as he began to kiss down her shoulder and back.

  She began to melt. The blond man seemed more gentle and soft. Except for the long stiff cock he brushed along the slope of her ass. Electric shocks raced up her body as his fingers pulled her thong, tugging it down her legs. It peeled away from her soaked pussy and fell to the floor.

  The darker man scared her a little. He stared through her, his cock jutting out, pressing against her. She tried not to look directly into those dark eyes, letting the sensations flow through her. The hidden desires from her sexual cravings were evolving before her. A wave of heat swept her as the blond man knelt lower and kissed the small of her back. His soft lips brushed her flesh and her ass burned at his touch.

  He slid his hand between her legs and moved it upward. Oh fuck, oh fuck, if he touches my pussy, I’m going to scream.

  Sharnet wanted to move his hand away but the darker man grabbed her arms, keeping them from moving. He knew her thoughts. She turned to look at him and as the blond man’s hand reached the hottest point between her shaking inner thighs, the dark man kissed her. His tongue forced between her lips, an exact copy of the blond man’s finger as it forced its way between the lips of her slippery pussy.

  The dark man pulled back, still locking his stare to hers. “You want to fuck?”

  Fucking duh. The blond man’s fingers continued their massaging assault on her pussy. A shudder crept through her.

  The dark man let go of her arms and he raised his hands to hold her breasts, cupping them and gently squeezing their fullness. “Fucking beautiful tits, Sharnet.” His thumbs flicked the hard tips. “I’m a sucker for a nice set of breasts. That and having a woman suck my cock. You want to suck my cock, Sharnet? I know I want you to. Those red, puffy lips wrapped around it. Feeling you suck every inch into your throat…”

  Her knees went weak. Pictures flooded her mind of sucking this man and how much she wanted to do it. The blond man had her pussy so wet from kissing her ass and fingering her that she was about to die if he didn’t stop. It was a slow, torturous tease.

  “Can we go to the bed?” She needed to be somewhere soft in case she passed out.

  “Okay. Go over there…” The dark man pointed to guide her where he wanted her.

  She turned to move and the blond man released his finger from her and stood. She looked up at him and he placed his hand to her jaw, raising her head a bit. His lips were softer and there was a sensuous feel to him.

  He kissed her, letting his tongue sweep along her lips. This was rock and roll and jazz. One man—fury and harshness, the other—a smooth groove. To Sharnet, this was heaven on earth as she climbed on the bed on all fours. The dark man motioned her to come to the edge on one side, the blond standing behind her.

  The dark man grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. It was hard and thick. Sharnet swallowed and moved closer. She reached her hand to grab the tip and the man swatted it away.

  “Just your mouth and tongue.”

  She pulled her hair to one side and kissed the swollen head. Her eyes looked up to his and met the fire burning in him. He licked his lips, as if liking what he saw. She let the head slip between her lips and slowly let it inch into her mouth. He moaned and smiled as she moved back and forth with her mouth, taking more each time. He had a big cock and she knew if she took it all, she would gag.

  The void she felt inside her was slowly being filled as the blond man entered her from behind. She could barely confine her guttural moan. Her mouth again filled with the thick cock of the darker man, tickling at her throat. With each thrust from behind, Sharnet thought she would swallow the hard cock in her mouth.

  “Damn this woman has such a hot, tight pussy. You have got to fuck her too.” The blond man spoke through his soft moans.

  Sharnet felt a tingle of excitement crawl along her spine. She had two men who were at her mercy. Her inner darkness became an inferno of heat as the blond man began to fuck her harder. Her body jerked hard as his body hammered against her ass. She’d moan as the other man’s cock hit the back of her throat. The bitterness of his seed seeped out as she pulled back.

  The darker man pulled his cock free from her mouth and a drool of saliva hung from the swollen tip. “I want to fuck her now. It’s my turn.”

  She was being used and didn’t care. All she could do was moan as the blond man ground his pelvis against her ass before pulling out of her pussy. Sharnet tightened her inner walls as much as she could to savor the feel of his thickness pulling free.

  The blond man walked around the bed and lay before her with his head on the pillow and his glorious hard-on sticking straight up in all its shiny glory.

  Sharnet looked at him then his cock and smiled.

  “I know what you want.” She lowered her mouth down to the head of his cock.

  She paused for a moment then felt a pressure from behind her as the dark man pushed down on her shoulder and slid his thick cock into her pussy.

  “Oh fuck.” Sharnet closed her eyes and lay atop the blond man’s legs. The dark man’s cock was stretching her wider and he delved more deeply into her than the blond man. Sharnet’s mind went blurry as he grabbed her shoulder with one hand and dug his fingers into her hip with the other.

  With a sudden jolt, he slapped his body against hers. The so-called taboos she had fixed in her mind were all crashing down. She was with two men and acting out the darker sins of the flesh.

  Her mouth opened and she let the blond man’s cock rub along the opening of her mouth, the wetness of the head a reminder of where he had just been. Her body jerked again from the darker man fucking her hard and deep. She licked at the head of the blond man’s cock, tasting the mixture of juices from desire.

  A cold chill swept through her soul. This was sinful. A degrading act of pure sexual fantasy. This wasn’t who she was, but in the confines of her soul, she needed this so badly she almost cried in ecstasy for it to never stop.

  With hard thrusts, the darker man began to hammer into Sharnet. “You were right. Damn this woman has a fucking incredible pussy. I could fuck this all night.”

  Sharnet pictured herself lying dead after being fucked to death. What a way to go. To be taken over and over by these two men for hours. If this were a nightmare, she welcomed more of them.

  She looked to the blond man and his soft eyes. She reached out and grabbed his cock. It had softened a bit but as she stroked it in her fingers, it thickened to the touch. The slippery coating from her pussy made the flesh moist.

  With the dark man hammering relentlessly into her pussy, she jerked in unison on the blond man’s cock. She wanted to suck him off until he erupted and she could taste the seed as it shot down the confines of her throat, but was afraid she might bite down. Her body began to shudder with pleasure as her orgasm approached.

  “Damn, bitch, you’re gonna make me come. Can you feel it?” The dark man’s voice was gravelly and rough.

  Sharnet sensed his straining and the feverish bursts of air as he gasped.

  The blond man’s cock oozed anticipation from the tip as she continued to tug on him. He moaned and she felt his cock pulse like a heart as he shot his seed out. It flowed down her hand as she continued to jerk him off. She gazed into his eyes and saw his plea
sure. It was peaceful.

  She was quickly brought back to her own reality with a loud slap and stinging on her ass. The dark man took control of her again.

  Her vision grew fuzzy from the tears welling in her eyes as she felt the pain of the dark man grabbing hard on her hips and raising her body up with his thunderous plunges into her dripping sex. Her pussy was getting sore from his fucking and the throb of her clit rang through her like a drumbeat. She was getting what she desired—and more.

  Like a cat, she arched her body down, pressing her weight on her elbows and pushing her reddened ass back against the onslaught of this being plundering her forbidden treasure.

  The dark man reached his hand down to her neck then dragged his fingertips along her exposed spine, sending fireworks of pleasure through her system.

  With a gasp for air, she squeezed her eyes shut and came. She couldn’t breathe and every muscle tightened then began to flex. The release was a detonation of every nerve ending in her body. Her juices flowed down her thighs like a river as she freed the essence of her desires. Her body jittered and shook as she came.

  “Fuck, baby, I can feel your muscles move when you come.” He breathed through gritted teeth and sucked in a deep breath.

  With a groan she felt the volcanic spurts of the darker man erupting into her body. It burned as he continued to spew his seed over and over.

  Motionless and weak, her mouth open and eyes shut, Sharnet’s body was relaxing and everything around her dissipated into nothingness as she fell to the bed in a heap. The soft satin sheets comforted her and she felt herself drifting into a relaxing sleep as the men both vanished in the same way they had come to her.

  Was this all an erotic dream?

  With a brush of her hand along her inner thigh, she knew it wasn’t a dream.

  Her moment of ultimate peace was shattered by a loud slam of a door.

  “Sharnet, where the fuck is my suitcase? I’m going away this weekend.” A drunken man staggered into the bedroom.

  “It’s in the closet, Carl. The same place it always is. Where to this week, Atlantic City or Vegas?” She had a sarcastic tone to her voice. Her husband was a husband in name only and she hated how he used her.

  Carl walked back into the bedroom from the closet, holding a weekend suitcase. “What does it matter?” He stared at Sharnet as she lay on the bed, slightly wrapped by the silken sheets. “What the fuck were you doing?”

  She looked surprised and didn’t know what Carl meant. “Uh, what are you talking about?”

  “You know. You lying in the bed, half naked…wait a minute. Were you fucking somebody?”

  “What?”

  “You fucking whore. You were probably fucking some guy before I got home.”

  “You’re drunk, Carl.”

  “Is he still here?” Carl started walking around the bedroom, pulling at the curtains and blankets on the side of the bed. “If he’s here, I’ll fucking kill him. No bitch wife of mine is going to cheat on me. You fucking whore. After all I gave you.”

  Sharnet had put up with degrading comments and horrific threats for so long that she finally had enough. “Fuck you, Carl. You go away almost every weekend and fuck your secretary of the month. All I do is stay home and deal with your shit.”

  Tears welled in her eyes, her heart pounding from fear and the anger in her chest. “Maybe there is someone else. Someone who’ll be here. Someone to be a man and not a spineless fucking bastard like you are. Leave, just go, that’s what you are…”

  The loud slap echoed through the room and Sharnet fell to the floor in a heap. Carl stood tall above her and pointed his finger.

  “Nobody talks to me like that. Not even my wife. If you raise your voice to me again, I’ll fucking kill you—bitch.” The drinking, the anger, and the truth enraged Carl to a dangerous point.

  Weakly propping herself up on her arms, she wouldn’t back down. Blood trickled from her nose and her lip burned.

  Carl stepped up and pushed her elbow with his foot. Her arm collapsed and Sharnet fought to get up again. “When you get back. I’ll be gone, Carl. I’ll be…”

  Carl knelt down and grabbed her by the shoulder, yanking her from the floor. She regained her balance and pushed himl away from her.

  “Just go, leave. You’ll hear from my lawyer.”

  His demeanor turned evil. He was now scorned by the woman whom he had basically thought he owned. “So that’s how you want it, huh?”

  He lunged at Sharnet, hitting her high in the chest with his forearm and they slammed into the bedroom wall. Her head banged against the wall, making her dizzy. She looked up and saw in Carl’s eyes that he was going to beat her again. Maybe this time he’d finish the job and kill her. Terrified, she watched him reach back and saw his fist close—white knuckled, cocked back. She wouldn’t hang her head. Fuck him, she thought to herself.

  As his fist started moving forward, she saw the shadows move behind him.

  “Let go of my arm,” Carl yelled.

  Sharnet saw the dark man from her fantasy grabbing Carl’s arm. Carl grimaced as the man’s hand squeezed it, making his hand go limp and shake. He pulled Carl back then turned him around to look at him. His eyes glowed a deep red.

  “Enough.” His voice almost echoed in the room. “This ends now.”

  Carl staggered back, grabbing his arm as if some fierce pain shot through the muscle where the dark man had grabbed it. He swung his arm, hitting a solid wall of muscle.

  The dark man didn’t strike him back but stood between Carl and Sharnet.

  “You’ll never hurt her again.” The man grabbed Carl by the shoulder and clamped down on it.

  Carl winced from the splintering pain shooting through his shoulder. He squirmed away then turned and ran down the hallway outside the bedroom.

  The man turned and walked toward Sharnet. “Are you all right? I couldn’t let him beat you again. You don’t deserve that, no woman does.”

  She swallowed and sat back on the end of the bed. Her lip was swollen and blood was still trickling from her nose. She looked up, her eyes widened and she gasped. “No—Carl—”

  The shot rang through the room as the gun fired. The bullet passed through the dark man and hit Sharnet, knocking her from the bed. Her body sprawled onto the floor.

  The dark man turned and a heat rose from his body as raging anger coursed through his blood. He quickly leapt toward Carl. More shots rang out as he fired at the dark man over and over but hit—nothing.

  The dark man grabbed Carl by the throat and pulled him so their faces almost met. He glared into Carl’s eyes. “It ends now.”

  With a sharp sound, the dark man closed his hand around Carl’s neck as Carl struggled to get free. With a loud roar he threw him against the wall like a rag doll.

  Carl gasped for air and fell against a large glass curio cabinet. His weight made it wobble and start to fall. He fell against the front as it toppled, his weight shattering and breaking the glass.

  The dark man looked at Carl and saw shards of glass covered in blood poking up through him. His neck had been sliced open and a steady flow of blood pulsed from his still body.

  He rushed over to Sharnet, only to find her lying in a pool of her own blood. The bullet meant for him had hit her in the chest. She held his hand as it rested against the ugly wound. Her heart slowly stopped beating while he watched her.

  Lowering his head into his bloody hand, all the meaning of mortality was shown to him in a flash. For all the powers he possessed, he couldn’t stop the events of this night from happening.

  Another flash lit the room, this one followed by a rumble of thunder. A sudden chill filled the air. He stood, turning toward the windows.

  There was a loud crash—a bolt of lightning shattered the windows and hit the dark man in the chest. He staggered back.

  The room became colder still and as the flash of light blinded the room, he felt another bolt of lightning strike him, ripping his body away from Sharnet and C
arl and their tragic deaths.

  Chapter Six

  When he let go of her hand, Alyson began to shake. Cold crept through her body. Her horror at what happened chilled her soul.

  “I remember hearing about that night. That was almost five years ago. The police said it was an unsolved murder. They couldn’t find anything to prove who had done it. Oh Christ, I can’t believe this. It wasn’t your fault. You did right by protecting her. You didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

  Alyson sensed his shame in revealing this side of his persona. A side that showed compassion instead of the lust that seemed to direct his actions.

  “It’s in the past. It can’t be undone but I’m now more careful in what I do. Because of that night, my views will be forever different.”

  She paused, thinking for a moment. “Views on what?”

  “That night, I was stripped of all my powers and the immortal shield that protected me. The elders had warned of the punishment for taking or causing death after I had left the confines of the tribe. I was ignorant and arrogant, disbelieving what they had said. You get a feeling of invincibility when you take for granted the gifts you have. The lightning ripped my powers from me and when I came back, I was dropped into the reality of life—broken, scarred and disoriented. I was shown the reality of life and the pain all mortals feel. My punishment was a year of mortality with no guidance or powers.”

  “So you were just like a normal person?”

  “Well, yes. You people have many things that you don’t appreciate. You are wrapped in this cocoon—the media telling you what to think, to eat, to wear. Life is full of choices. To gain a respect for what you have, you must lose it to understand the grander picture. Because of that night, I was taught a great lesson. I learned the joy and pain of a pure love. I now have a greater appreciation for women and personal needs and my lifelong quest is in focus.”

  She adjusted herself in the chair. Pulling her knees to her chest, Alyson was now captive to him and his story, no longer trying to get something from him for herself. She didn’t need to write anything else. These memories were being etched into her forever. “What quest are you talking about?”

 

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