The Darkness in Me

by Diane Nortje

  I pull out and slam back inside her. My balls scrape across her tight ass as I continue to move in and out of her tight pussy. I can no longer go easy on her, her moans, cries of pleasure are only driving me on. To fuck her hard.

  “Do you want this cock, little one?” I tease her. Her pussy juices and the cries of pleasure are all I need as confirmation.

  “I want you Jacin.” She murmurs back as she takes my cock inside her.

  “Tell me to fuck you hard, tell me you want my cock, nice and hard until you are screaming my name.” I grind out to her, my words making her pussy suck my cock even more.

  “Hard and fast. I want you to fuck me, make me scream your name as I come around your cock.”

  She spreads her legs more, allowing me more access to her, giving me a fully exposed view of her pussy. My eyes take it all in and my cock grows even more from the site of her. But she shouldn’t. She should be running for the hills. When she finds out what she has let between her legs it will be too late for her. She is mine.

  I pull out of her body once more, she moans at the loss of my cock. I have never heard a moan as good as that before, and I slam back into her, and start to drive into her relentlessly. Her pussy taking the punishment wantonly, her juices coating my cock as I continue to fuck her. I will never have enough of her.

  I lean down to kiss her. Her mouth opens on surprise as my cock enters her further. She takes it, and my kiss. Its demanding, claiming, as our tongues dance with one another. When I pull back from the kiss, her teeth latch onto my lip, biting me hard and I taste my blood in my mouth. She shouldn’t have done that. Her moan at the taste of my blood, was my complete and utter undoing. The need to claim her takes over.

  I reach down to her hips and flip her over. Her beautiful round ass is bared to me, and I give it a tight smack, and she fucking moans from the sensation. By the gods, I’m done for. I spread her legs, and I nudge myself at her entrance, my tip of my cock enters her warm pussy and she cries out as I start to spread her pussy with my cock once more. I rock my hips back and forth, teasing her, I haven’t entered her fully yet and the need to empty inside her comes back.

  “More Jacin, please more.” She begs. And who am I to deny such a request.

  “As you wish.” I say to her as I slam into her once more. She lets out a strangled moan and takes me all into her pussy. And I start to fuck her with abandon. Until the need to claim her starts to rise once more, and my eyes latch onto her neck, my teeth start to lengthen, I can no longer hold back.

  I fist her long hair into my one hand and the other hand grips her neck and pulls her gently up to me. Her soft body coming flush with mine. My eyes greedily take in her hard nipples as I bite down on her neck, she is mine, her blood mixes in my mouth and her cry of pain turns into pleasure as I move my hand from her neck, down to her pussy to strum my thumb over her clit. Her orgasm hits her hard, and fast and I ride it out with her. My cock moving in and out of her as I continue to massage her clit. Her pussy walls clench my dick, almost making me lose control, and empty myself inside her. But I’m not done with her. Not now. Not ever.

  ~Natalie~

  He is fucking me, hard and fast and my vision falters as I ride out the orgasm that is running through my body. I feel his teeth as they have clamped down on my neck, it was pain that quickly turned into pleasure. Once he releases my neck, I fall forward onto the bed, his cock leaving me pussy and I feel its loss and I want it back.

  I raise my hips in an invitation and wiggle my butt which earns me a growl from him. I like it when he loses control over me.

  “So fucking greedy your pussy is for my cock, little one.” He says to me, while gripping my hips and flipping me back onto my back. “Do you want more of my cock?”

  I moan out a reply as he sinks his cock back inside me, fulling me completely. I feel his balls scrap against my ass as he starts to move in and out of me once more. I feel my muscles clenching around his cock, a new high forming before the last one has barely left my system.

  Jacin leans over me, claiming my mouth once more as he braces his one hand on the bed, the other holding my leg up, as he enters me deeper than before. I grip his neck as I feel his magic starting to let loose, he is losing control and is about to let go of the restraint he was holding onto.

  About fucking time.

  I want this man, pure and simple. I want him rough, dirty with complete lack of control. I want him more than my next breath, because I know he is the one to give it to me if I need it. I want his control shattered, bare fucking bones. And I’m about to get it as I feel him starting to thrust into me once more, harder, faster, deeper as I feel is cock hit my womb, once, twice and I fracture again on his cock. I let out a scream. His name leaves my lips over and over again.

  “That’s it little one, scream for me.” He says to me, as he continues to plunge into me as I ride out my high.

  I’m helpless but just to hold onto him as he fucks me. It’s hard, fast and oh so fucking perfect as he loses control on my body, his body moving against mine, my muscles clenching, holding on tightly to his cock.

  “Fuck you are tight. When you come your pussy grips me like a fucking vise.” He growls out to me.

  “More Jacin.” I shout out to him, I want everything he has to give.

  He gives it to me. Plunges in and out of me, and I’m holding on for dear life, my nails bite into his neck, and I arch myself to take him in more until I feel his balls once again hit my ass, until I feel his hand gripping my leg hard, the sheets tearing beneath us.

  “Come for me again little one. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock.” He grinds out to me.

  His words, his constant battering of my pussy was my undoing and I clench his cock hard as my legs started to tremble and I blacked out once more, my orgasm explodes through my body. He moans in response as I feel his hard cock plunge once, twice into my body, his thrust faltering as his cock lengthens around my walls as he empties himself inside me.

  I float back down, slowly, ever so fucking slowly. I feel his lips pressed against mine, somehow my tongue responding to his. His cock is still inside me as he kisses me slowly, deeply. He slowly breaks our kiss and pulls his cock from my body.

  “Holy hell.” I whisper out, to anyone that wanted to hear it.

  Jacin falls to my side and scoops me up and gathers me in his arms and pulls me against his chest. Its hot, sticky from sweat, and all I want to do is run my tongue over his tattoos once more. He must sense where my thoughts are going as I start to slowly run my fingers over his tattoos.

  “Rest little one. Your night is just beginning.” He murmurs to me, and I feel his cock starting to lengthen against my thigh. He kisses me deeply once more. I sigh out in response, never have been more satisfied than I have been now.

  ~Jacin~

  I watch her sleep from where I’m sitting on the couch. Her naked form barely covered in the sheets she has tangled around her. So fucking beautiful, mine. I have claimed her. No one will dare touch her unless they want a war with me. And a war I will gladly give them for her.

  She was everything I thought she would be, when I thought she could handle no more, she took more, more than any other woman I have been with. Why I waited so long to be with her, to find her. So much time has been wasted.

  She gave me something, something that I was sure never to feel. I always felt death, sin, darkness. That is what I am, what I was created for. But with her. She gave me peace. She gave me what my soul had been searching for, for so long, longer than I can remember.

  I watch Weyland walk into the room. Not once glancing over to the bed that he knows she is in. I’m sure he heard, they all did, what I did to her. I watch him walk to the table near the fireplace and pour us both a drink. He hands me mine and goes to sit in the other chair.

  “What did they do?” Weyland asks me, never taking his eyes from the fire.

  “They wanted her, that is enough for me the rip their heads off.” I growl out to him.
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  “If any survived, we will find them.” Weyland replies to me.

  “Alive, Weyland.” I say to him while making my way over to Natalie.

  “We will bring them to you alive, the men are searching for any remaining. So, it was her? She eliminated the entire race, not the Fae.” He asks me, his eyes never leaving the fire.

  “It was her, but she has no memory of it.”

  “Good, it wasn’t a pretty site when we finally got word of what happened.”

  “She is deadly.” I say to Weyland, while running my fingers down her face. Fucking deadly. Fucking beautiful. Mine.

  I look back to Weyland, he is watching me with her now. Natalie murmurs in her sleep and rolls over, taking most of the blanket with her. I smile because she smells of me, she smells of sex, she smells of sin, and she is mine.

  “Is Bishop back yet?” I ask Weyland while moving away from Natalie.

  “No, he will be back after sun up, he hasn’t heard anything yet either.” Weyland replies to me.

  “I need him to teach Natalie, she has got to learn to get along with the power inside her.”

  “That’s if Bishop chooses to talk to her.” Weyland says to me.

  “He doesn’t have much of an option. Before he arrives, I will explain him to Natalie. How to keep her thoughts clear and to herself.”

  Weyland nods and stands while downing the rest of his drink. He hasn’t looked back to Natalie again, if he does, I might just break his nose.

  “I will see you in the morning.”

  I nod and make my way back to the bed. Back to the beauty that sleeps. She has had enough rest, and her night with me is just getting started.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  “Show me the way to your darkness, and I’ll follow.” - Natalie

  ~ Natalie~

  I move through the room as quietly as I can, while grabbing one of his shirts that was tossed onto one of the over turned chairs. I never meant to fall asleep, but I did. He woke me several time last night, that man as an appetite, one that I will gladly sell my soul to please. I woke to the smell of Jacin, the warmth of his body, and it took everything in me to get up and leave. I take a quick look back to where he is asleep, he looks like an angel, he looks peaceful. If I’m not careful, I might just start to develop feelings for this man, quicker than I will like, a lot quicker than I would admit.

  I bring my hand up to my neck, where he bit me several times. It should have hurt, it didn’t, if anything it made the experience with him even more pleasurable. I’m not sure if there are marks left from his teeth, and I find myself not really bothered if anyone sees his marks, if they are there.

  I turn back, if I don’t go now, I won’t, and I will find myself crawling back into bed with him. I finish buttoning up his shirt, which thankfully covers the most important parts. I don’t know who I’m to expect this hour in the house.

  I turn the doorknob and exit the room and quietly close the door behind me. I start to make my way through the house to the other side to where my room is. That bath tub is calling my name, I can almost hear it singing to me.

  I slowly make my way through the house, I don’t hear anyone or anything. But I know these men now. They only are heard if they want to be heard. They are silent. The house is silent. But luck seems to be on my side, and I make it almost through the house without any interruption. I sneak passed the kitchen, and I hear voices coming from the front lounge. I know I have to walk to passed there to get to my room.

  My only options are either to return to Jacin, but I don’t know where I stand with him, or I walk passed all the men that I know has gathered in the lounge. Could luck just work with me one damn time in my life? And it’s not like I’m doing a walk of shame, all I’m doing is going back to my room? So, it can’t be the same thing.

  I take in a deep breathe a suck it up. I’m going to have to eventually see them, and it’s not like they could hear us. I make my way towards the sounds of the voices, I best just get this over and done with. Once I round the corner, the six men come into view. Twelve eyes snap in my direction. Could they make this anymore awkward.

  “Morning.” I say to the group of men, while trying to escape their stares.

  “Morning.” Most of the men reply to me.

  “Where is he?” Weyland asks me instead of greeting.

  “Still sleeping.” I reply to him while trying to walk away from the men. Weyland looks shocked at my reply, and I look around at the other men, and they too seem surprised.

  “Still sleeping?” Weyland asks me again slowly.

  “Yes, it was- it was a long night.” I say to him. There is no point in denying it.

  “I see.” Weyland says and I watch him stand from where he was sitting on the couch. “If you ever get bored of him Natalie, give me a chance, I like the way you scream.” He winks at me and walks off in the direction of Jacin’s room.

  Horror must cross my face, because I look back to the other five men sitting on the couches, they look like they want to laugh. I turn on my heels and rush back to my room. I don’t stop until I make it to my bathroom, where my big bath tub is waiting for me.

  ~Jacin~

  I stretch my arm out and feel that the bed is empty beside me. It’s still warm from where Natalie should be laying, so she couldn’t have gone far or for too long. And then the thought hits me, I’m in bed. I’m in bed and I was sleeping. My eyes shoot open and I stare at the ceiling for a few seconds.

  “You were sleeping.” Weyland states.

  I look down to Weyland. “I was sleeping.” And then return to watch the ceiling. What the hell is happening.

  “Did you dream?” Weyland asks me.

  “I don’t know.” I reply. I haven’t slept in so long, I’ve forgotten what it is like. I haven’t dreamt, haven’t slept. Nothing. Not in a thousand years. “Where is she?”

  “She went to her bedroom, that’s why I came to find you, she said you were sleeping.”

  I was up and out of bed before my brain could process what my body was doing. I grip the first pair of shorts I could find and throw them on. Normally I wouldn’t care for such decency. But I can’t exactly go around the house naked and barging into Natalie’s room, which I intend to do.

  “Get Bishop here, we have work to do.” I say to Weyland while I make my way to Natalie’s room.

  I bypass her five that are seated on the couches, and storm into her room. She isn’t in her room, but the bathroom door is closed so I make my way over to it. I don’t bother to knock, it’s not like she can cover herself from me. I’ve seen it all. And by the gods if I don’t want more.

  I enter into the bathroom, the air is warm from the steam, but I can make out her form perfectly, she is relaxing in the bath tub, her long hair hanging over the side of the tub, while her arms are resting on the side. Either she hasn’t heard me enter, or she isn’t bothered by me doing so.

  I close the bathroom door and make my way over to her. She hasn’t opened her eyes yet, so I take in her form again. Her pebbled nipples are piercing the water she is laying in, and I stare at them, taking them in. I have a sudden urge to bite her again. My eyes move to her neck, where I claimed her repeatedly last night. My marks barely have blemished her skin, but she smells of me. She is mine.

  I make my way down her body once more. The deep water hiding her from me, but her tiny feet pop out on the other end of the bath tub. I didn’t see her move, but I feel a flick of water land on my stomach and my eyes snap back up to hers.

  “Done looking?” She asks me. And I can’t help but smile at her.

  Her eyes open to take me in, but I say nothing to her. She watches me closely. My dick is hard from the thought of her body. I want more. So much more. I grip the waistband of my pants and take them off.

  I watch as her eyes flick to my dick, and I didn’t think it could get any harder. But it does. I watch as she licks her lips while gripping the side of the bath. I start to move to the bath; her eyes finally break fr
om where they were staring and watch me move.

  I step into the water, its fucking hot, but my skin adapts to the heat and becomes normal once again. How the hell can she withstand such hot water? Natalie moves her feet away while I sink into the water which overflows the bath and water pours over the side onto the floor.

  I watch as she giggles while watching the water spill from the bath tub, its music to my ears, and it calms the beast that is pacing once again from her leaving us. I lean forward and pluck her out of the water, and Natalie lets out a surprised shriek. I turn her and place her resting against me. Where she belongs. I watch as her little feet pop back up on the other side of the bath, next to mine.

  “You think to escape me?” I ask her. I watch the shiver that runs through her body, causing her nipples to pucker even more at my words. I want to taste them again. Pinch them, do naughty fucking things to her again. I will never tire of her.

  “Never.” Natalie whispers out.

  “What is wrong with my bath?” I ask.

  “Nothing, I just wasn’t sure how you would feel about me using it.”

  “You are mine Natalie.” I say to her. That should be enough understanding for her.

  “I know.”

  “Are you sore.” I ask her. I would just heal her to repeat the process again. But I find I like the thought of her remembering who was between her legs every time she moves.

  “Yes.” She whispers out again.

  “Good.” I say to her while I grind her ass on my hard cock.

  The little whimper that escapes her is like music to my ears, I will never tire of hearing it. But I want to hear her scream for me again.

  I move to grab the soap and the washcloth from the table beside the bath. I lather up the washcloth and start to wash her arms slowly. She watches my actions intently. She seems confused on what my plans are. If she hasn’t guessed it now, she will soon find out.