Slay Belles & Mayhem: A Medley of Dark Tales

by Dani René

I looked between Duncan and the woman. They looked so alike; I came to the conclusion that she had to be his sister. There was nothing romantic about the picture.

  It appeared to be a family photo. But Duncan never mentioned a sister?

  And why was the photo wrinkled and ripped?

  “Snow.” I jumped, dropping the picture back on the shelf and twisting toward the voice.

  My mother stood in front of the doorway of the library. “Yes, mother?”

  “It’s late. What are you doing here?” She eyed me suspiciously.

  Walking up to her, I showed her the book I was holding. “I came here to get this. I wanted to read before going to sleep.”

  Her lips thinned and she gave me a disapproving look before glancing behind my shoulders, as if she was looking for someone.

  “What is it?”

  “Where is Duncan?” she asked, her tone glacial.

  I held the book to my chest, meeting her eyes without flinching. “I don’t know. Why are you asking me?”

  Mother gave me a once-over. “Go to bed,” she hissed. “A lady shouldn’t be sneaking out her room this late at night, Snow.”

  My jaw snapped close before I said something I’d regret. I nodded like a good girl and stepped around her, practically sprinting back to my room. Once inside, I locked the door and leaned against it, my heart practically beating out of my chest.

  Did Mother suspect me and Duncan? The suspicion in her eyes and the way she spoke to me… She had to be doubting us. But we had been so careful.

  Fear mixed with anxiety coursed through my veins, my body growing cold. What would Mother do if she ever found out about me and Duncan?

  Oh God.

  I rubbed a hand over my face as I fell into bed. Rolling over onto my side, I brought my knees up to my chest and curled into myself. Would she kick me out? What would Duncan do? Who would he choose?

  He told me to… trust him.

  But he never said he loved me.

  Did I love him? I didn’t know… what this feeling was.

  My chest ached at the thought of never seeing him again. I just didn’t want to separate from Duncan King. He showed me what I was missing in my life and I didn’t want to go back to the old Snow White.

  I fell asleep feeling so helpless.

  I fell into darkness and havoc. I fell into what seemed like a never-ending pit of torment and pain.

  The vines enveloped me; the thorns dug into my flesh and I bled.

  My laces of my bodice grew so tight; my lungs struggled and my breath was cut short. I screamed but silence echoed in my ears. My voice was gone.

  I heard the howls of my wolves, but they were so far away.

  The snakes curled around my ankles, their fangs sinking into my skin. Their poison spread through my veins until it felt like my body was decaying from inside out.

  Until he came…

  Duncan dragged me out of the pit. The darkness faded away and we both landed on my bed. My nightmare turned into a sweet, sweet tormenting dream.

  In my dreams, Duncan came to me. Like always, he was there. Beside me, on top of me, touching me. His warm lips whispered over my throat and I moaned as he went lower. His face hovered over my breasts, his breath teasing my nipples.

  I gripped the back of his head and tugged on his hair, pulling him closer. His lips brushed against my nipple and I thrashed in need.

  Duncan sucked the tip into his wet mouth, his tongue laving my swollen nipple over my white dress. The dress he gifted me.

  “More,” I whimpered.

  He chuckled darkly.

  Duncan released my nipple and he went down, lower. My legs fell open, inviting him in. His wide shoulders settled between my thighs, pushing them further apart and his head lowered over my center.

  Duncan and I had never gone this far before. But this was my dream. I wanted to go further. I wanted more.

  My belly clenched and I was so wet between the juncture of my thighs. My panties were gone before I could inhale my next breath.

  Cool air hit my heated, naked flesh and I flinched.

  This felt more real than my other dreams…

  Duncan growled at the sight of my wet, dripping core. My cunt, he’d whisper in my ears, always so dirty.

  I felt him slide a single finger over my lower lips, spreading them apart, seeking my hardened nub. His touch was so… real.

  My heart thundered and my eyes slammed open.

  This wasn’t a dream.

  Duncan looked up from between my thighs, his lips crooked and his eyes cold. “Little Snow,” he rasped. “I’m here to take what I’m owed.”

  Chapter Eight

  Snow

  He flicked my clit and my back bowed. “What…?”

  “Don’t say no to me, Snow. Not tonight. I’ve waited long enough,” he growled.

  His finger teased my opening and I clenched, more wetness pooling at my core. “I’m not… saying… no,” I gasped when he pressed inside, just a knuckle.

  I was tight and against my own accord, I resisted against his invasion. I’ve never had anything inside me before, not even my own little fingers. It was both exciting and fearful.

  “Shh,” he crooned. His lips grazed my inner thigh and he nipped me teasingly. “Let me in, Snow. Give this to me.”

  His thick finger pressed deeper and I clenched again. “I’m trying,” I sobbed. If his finger felt this big, how would his penis feel inside of me? His cock…

  Would he even fit?

  My whole body trembled when Duncan pushed his whole finger inside, not caring that I was still trying to get used to being penetrated. My cunt squeezed around his single digit.

  He slid his finger out and then in again, working me slowly before picking up his pace, almost urgently – as if he was quickly losing his patience and sanity.

  When he pushed a second finger inside, I couldn’t hold back my moan.

  So filthy.

  So sinful.

  So… good.

  My toes curled and I circled my hips, seeking his fingers and silently begging him for more. “So naughty, Little Snow,” he grunted, continuing to work his fingers inside my body. Thrusting in and out. His thumb brushed against my clit, pressing down and my body went rigid, strung tight like a bow.

  Duncan lowered his head over my mound and he sucked the little nub into his mouth. “Oh!” I moaned. His teeth grazed me and then he nipped down at the same time as he slammed his two fingers inside of me.

  I screamed.

  My vision blurred with dark spots.

  My head swam and the world tilted on its own axis.

  I was falling…

  Duncan released my clit from between his teeth and pulled his fingers out. There was so much wetness, my mattress was drenched underneath me.

  “Fuck. Fuck,” Duncan growled. His face was dark, to the point of violence and his eyes… there were no longer dead. There was madness in them.

  Madness that matched my own need.

  “Please.” I didn’t know what exactly I was begging for. My chest rattled with every desperate breath I took.

  Duncan practically ripped open his jeans in his haste to unzip it. He pulled out his thick shaft. He was fully aroused. So big and hard. I had never seen a penis before, but no other could measure to Duncan. I was so sure.

  His darkened eyes met mine. “I won’t be gentle. I won’t go slow. I’ll fuck you so hard, I’ll hurt you.”

  I swallowed against the lump in my throat.

  His gaze went between my open legs, where I laid in front of him like a virginal sacrifice. Maybe I was…

  “Do you really want this, Snow?” he said darkly. “Do you want to be taken like a wanton little slut? Do you want to be fucked like a bitch in heat? What me to take this cunt like the savage I am?”

  My face heated but I didn’t need to think. My answer was already on my lips before he even finished his sentence. “Yes,” I breathed. “Break me. Hurt me, Duncan.”

  A shadow f
litted across his face and he growled, low and deep.

  His body lowered over mine, chest to chest, hips to hips. Duncan ripped apart my bodice and my breasts spilled out, swollen with need. His lust matched my own as he palmed and squeezed my breasts until they hurt. “Your tits are so fucking beautiful. You’re going to squeeze cock between them. Not tonight. But another time. I’ll fuck these pretty tits and then spill my cum down your throat.”

  His filthy words had my brain in mush and my heart in my throat. I licked my lips and whispered his name.

  He growled again and fumbled for something on the mattress. My eyes widened and Duncan brought my discarded panties between us. Before I could blink, he gripped my jaw and stuffed the fabric into my mouth.

  “Be a good little girl,” he rasped in my ears.

  I whimpered into my panties and nodded. Duncan grinned, almost wickedly but he looked pleased at my obedience.

  With his eyes still on me, he went on his knees. His hands circled my thighs and he pushed my knees up, toward my chest. My white dress pooled around my stomach as I laid there, in this new position, wide open for Duncan.

  He lined us up. His cock at the entrance of my pussy. I craned my neck to look at what he was doing. The tip of him rubbed against my clit before he pressed forward. His body came down on top of mine. His arms curled under my knees, spreading my thighs further apart and he trapped him under him.

  His strength was far greater than mine and I couldn’t even move a muscle. I was truly powerless under him.

  Our eyes met.

  Duncan spared me only a second before he shoved inside. One hard, deep thrust.

  The noise that left my throat was unlike me, but it was muffled with my panties. Duncan paused, staying deeply rooted inside me.

  I was stretched to the fullest, my cunt spasming. Duncan’s eyes twitched and his lips curled with a snarl. He pulled out before pounding inside, just as roughly as he did the first time.

  It hurt.

  Oh God, it really hurt. Just like he promised.

  But Duncan didn’t stop. And I didn’t want him to stop either.

  I wanted this.

  This burn.

  This ache.

  I wanted him to fill me, I wanted him so deep and I never wanted him to let go.

  “Fuuuck.” Duncan’s face was a mask of pure lust as he swore. His word was accompanied with a hard thrust that had me screaming around my panties.

  “You.” Thrust in. “Are.” Slide out. “Mine.” Thrust in.

  Every time he slammed into my pussy, I cried because of how much it hurt, and how good it felt. And every time he pulled out, I begged.

  My cunt sucked him, welcoming his invasion. My body slowly learned to accommodate his size, his length and his thickness– as if my pussy was made for his cock. For this purpose. For his to fuck.

  Duncan cursed and growled. And with each brutal impact of his thrust, I cried out. I had never been this… full before.

  I sobbed.

  I pleaded.

  More. Please. More.

  He mercilessly invaded me. He brutally fucked me. And he ruthlessly took ownership of my body.

  We were both lost to this madness.

  I no longer cared that this was a sin.

  It no longer mattered that I had participated in the forbidden act.

  I wanted this with mindless abandon.

  My orgasm assaulted me and I burst, as if my body had shattered into a million tiny pieces. His face grew dark and his eyes were wild. Duncan pumped into me, twice… three times, four hard and jerky thrust before he planted himself deep, before he came.

  His release filled me to the brim, coating my inside, claiming me in ways no man had ever claimed me.

  Duncan King consumed me and I was a willing victim.

  He pulled out slowly and I felt a gush as his seed spilled out of me. I was suddenly so cold and empty. But his eyes brought me warmth.

  The way he stared at my cunt.

  I lifted my head up to look at where his attention was and I finally understood the look in his eyes.

  My pussy was red, glistening and swollen. I was sullied by my own release and his cum, mixed with…blood.

  “Your husband shall enjoy the fruits of your sacrifice. When you bleed for him, you will finally understand. He shall give you pleasure, and give your empty womb life. And you shall bear him sons and daughters.”

  Was that what the Headmistress meant?

  Because everything she said had become my reality. Duncan did enjoy the fruits of my sacrifice. I did bleed for him. And he did give me pleasure and filled my empty womb with his seed.

  Duncan released my thighs and my legs fell limply back onto the mattress. He took the panties out of my mouth and I silently gasped for a breath. My jaw was tight and sore.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Little Snow,” he rasped. “Even more beautiful when you’re like this.”

  I preened at his praise. He laid down next to me, rolling onto his side to face me. His lips brushed against mine and my eyes fluttered close. “Thank you,” he whispered.

  I love you. I think the words spilled from my lips. But I wasn’t sure. Sleep took over and I fell back into the world of unconsciousness.

  Chapter Nine

  Snow

  One month later

  I stretched out on my bed; my body deliciously sore. Turning my face into the pillow beside my head, I inhaled Duncan’s lasting scent. He has been in my room every night since our first night together. I’d fall asleep in his arms, but he was always gone when I’d wake up – as if he had never been there. Except his scent and the smell of sex still lingered in my room when I woke up every morning.

  In the last four weeks, Duncan had taught me a lot about sex, the male anatomy and how to please him. I was no longer inexperienced. I knew how to suck his cock the way he liked; the way that made him lose control. I knew his favorite position to fuck was when I was on my knees, his belt around my throat and his hand over my mouth, muffling my screams.

  He had a penchant for restraining me. Duncan enjoyed it when I was helpless under him and I loved to see him wild, so brutal in the way he fucked me. Like it was our last moment together. Like he wanted to imprint himself into my body and onto my soul.

  Duncan was never gentle.

  He was a storm, savage in his pursuit and wicked with his touch.

  He liked to hurt me.

  And I had learned to crave the pain.

  The Headmistress would have a coronary heart attack if she knew what I was doing… what I enjoyed doing.

  I remembered my time with Duncan last night.

  “Push your tits together for me,” he hissed as he slid his cock between them. “Fuck, yeah. Right there,” he said, rocking back and forth. His face strained and I loved how he lost control.

  Before he found his release, he slid his cock from between my breasts. “Open your mouth, tongue out,” he growled. Duncan straddled my chest and he grasped his length, jerking himself hard and fast. There was no warning before he spurted hot liquid onto my tongue, aiming the rest all over my mouth, chin and throat, coating my skin with his seed.

  “Goddamn it,” he swore.

  I swallowed his cum and licked my lips, gathering more.

  “I made you dirty,” Duncan said.

  I grinned, feeling so bold and wicked. “I like it.”

  I felt myself grow hot at the memory. The urge to touch myself was strong, but my orgasm belonged to Duncan. He was possessive of my orgasms, and territorial over me. But I couldn’t complain.

  During the day, I ached. At night, Duncan took over my body and would make me come more times that I could count.

  After a quick shower and dressing up in another one of my sundresses, I padded out of my bedroom to the library. My trip was interrupted by Duncan as he climbed up the stairs, pausing in front of me. He was clad in his expensive suit and his polished leather shoes.

  I grinned. “Good morning.”

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sp; “Good morning,” he said.

  After a quick glance around, I made sure my mother was nowhere to be found before I stepped closer to Duncan. I grasped his hand in mine. “I missed you the moment you left the bed,” I whispered.

  Duncan frowned before quickly masking his expression. He cleared his throat. “I missed you too, Snow.”

  I blinked and then pouted. “Where is my Duncan?”

  His eyes darkened and his hands landed on my hips before he picked me up and slammed me into the wall. I gasped and then giggled. “There he is.”

  I curled my arms around his neck. “My mother is not here. Come into the room…”

  He looked like he was debating with himself. Well, I’d make the choice easy for him. I knew exactly what to say to charm him.

  “I’m thirsty,” I breathed into his ear. “Maybe you can help with that. I don’t want water; I need your cum. Mr. King.”

  His fingers dug into my hips. I felt his cock harden and grow thick against my stomach. “Snow,” he groaned. “You’re driving me crazy.”

  My lips feathered across his jaw. “My throat is parched.”

  “What else?” he demanded. “Does your pussy need me? How much do you want my dick inside you? Tell me, Snow. Describe it to me and maybe I’ll give it to you tonight, just the way you want.”

  Confused, I pulled away to look at his face. Why was he talking to me like this?

  “Duncan?”

  Another voice joined us. It was far away, calling out to Duncan, somewhere in the mansion.

  Our eyes went wide. My mother?

  Oh no!

  Duncan released me and I sprinted away, toward the library, without a second glance. I slammed the door shut and leaned against it with a heavy sigh.

  That was close. We almost got caught. For the last four weeks, we had been playing hide and seek. Our own little secret. I didn’t know how long this would last before my mother found the truth. She was already so suspicious of us, but we had been very careful.

  I didn’t know where this relationship would go. Duncan never spoke of it and neither did I. He never confessed his love, but he didn’t have to. I felt it in his touch.