“Tell me about your life at the academy,” Demian said.I thought for a while. No one, except for Jace and Selina, ever asked me about it. Father and Mother acted like I never went to the academy. As if those nine years never happened.Selina would like to hear about my life there. I would tell her stories about something my friends and I did.“It was fun,” I said. “One of the few moment I felt alive and free.”“Did you have friends there?” Damien asked. He sat on the couch, his feet in my lap. I gently massaged them. They were cold. For some reason, men’s feet were almost always cold.“You already know, Damien. You know everything about me,” I said with a sigh. “Why ask me?”“You had two friends. Leo and Maxi,” he said. “Anyone else?”“Not really. We three were close,” I said.“Where are they now? When have you last seen them?”“I hate when you act like you don’t know that already,” I said.“Do tell me. I like to hear things about you when you say them yourself,” he said.“Maxi is dea
I went to meet Jace today with Rose. His condition was not better, but not worse either. I sighed in relief and immediately felt the extent of the situation.Jace was awake. He was glaring at Rose.“I will give you two privacy,” she said and left which I did not think she would do. She was probably standing just outside the door, waiting to hear anything we said.“Oh, Jace,” I murmured and hugged him.“S-Sully…”“You look terrible. How bad they hurt you!”“I… have to… t-tell you something,” Jace said. His voice was shaky and very quiet, but insistent.***“Did he tell you everything?” Rose asked.I looked around her chamber. Everything was white. There was no sign of another color in her room. I was feeling dizzy.“I don’t understand. Why would you help us?” I asked. “When it was your plan to bring me here.”“I cannot and will not explain everything right away. You will have to wait till the hunt. After that, I will explain everything. But first, I need you to convince your family to g
The paint almost entirely faded away by the night before the hunt. No one suspected anything.Rose’s words kept playing on my mind all these days. I did not tell Demian about it. I could tell no one. Even Leo was not here. I missed him and his supporting words.I had not seen or talked to Leo in a long time. After Maxi’s death, although we did not fall apart, we surely found less reasons to talk to each other. There was a distance between us that had not been there before.I missed him. I missed our time together. We used to have so much fun.I met Leo and Maxi after going to the academy. I had never seen any of them before. Leo was the son of a Count. Maxi was an orphan. I still remembered the day I met Maxi as if it was yesterday.First years had to share their room with another student. Starting from second year, they got a room of their own. My roommate was Maxi, with her old-fashioned dresses, short brown hair and big chocolate eyes. She was always jumping up and down and talking
“Come here, darling.”As I took Demian’s hand, he pulled me towards him. I stumbled and fell on his chest.The hunt was tomorrow. My brother might not even live. Yet, my head was somewhere else. I was enjoying the moment. I was convincing myself that if I did not act like a good wife with Demian, he would not save my brother.“Sit,” he ordered.“On the floor?” I asked.“Yes.”I did as I was told. I was not all that confused. I read forbidden books about acts that couples did. There were even lewd paintings that I loved to see.“Unbutton my pants,” he said. It also sounded like an order.“Demian…”“You said you want me to fuck you. If you can’t even do this much, how can you do that?”I bit my lips. There was no point in arguing with him. Besides, I was a little excited. My heart was beating fast.My hands were steady as I unbuttoned his pants. I took a sharp intake of breath as his manhood freed itself. It was my first time seeing one so close. A few times, I saw them at the brothel. B
Sully slept peacefully beside me. My arm was around her waist, pressing her back against my chest. I had never gone to sleep with anyone beside me before. It was new, but I had already gotten used to having her beside me. Her presence was comforting in the dark world I belonged to.I had not drank her blood tonight. I did not need to drink as much blood as I drank these days. Yet, I did, since her blood was so captivating and delicious. Something about her was always pulling me towards her, if I wanted to or not.I had to restrain myself hard not to fuck her tonight. She looked so hot and sexy as she sucked my cock.She wanted me to fuck her. I could fuck her because she was my wife. It did not matter whether my father brought her here forcefully or not. She accepted me. Deep in my heart, I knew she actually did not want me, but pretended to want me to survive. I would not fuck her, no matter how much I wanted to. Even if she told me to, I would not.If I did, I would not be able to l
The first question I asked Demian was if he enjoyed the hunt, when he told me the details about the hunt in the morning.“I do,” he answered. I was not surprised. I had expected this answer. After all, Demian was born in House Silverclaw and was raised here. He was raised to be heartless, to enjoy things people should despise. Yet, Demian turned out to be more decent than most men I met. I could not something that he was raised to love against him.I touched the side of his face. “Please help my brother,” I said. “I don’t care about anything else. You could love killing people for fun for all I care. Just save my brother.”He pressed his lips on mine. “I will try to,” he said as he pulled back.I did not press him further. I had enough trust in Demian to not question him when he said he would try to help Jace. I believed he truly would try as best as he could.I wore a bright red dress, the color of my eyes- Demian complimented. The neckline was too deep just like most of my dresses h
The players would have to be on their foot. They could use any weapon they pleased. Dela said Rose liked to use a crossbow.A crossbow. It ignited a memory in my mind. When I was six, my father told me to choose a weapon. I chose a crossbow and he beat me up because of it. He said a crossbow was not precise enough. So, I chose a bow and arrow next.Crossbows were good for beginners. Although they were precise too (unlike what my father said), for a skilled user, a bow was preferrable. Crossbows were overall easier to use since they did not require as much physical strength as a bow did.“What does Damien use?” I asked. I forgot to ask Damien the question.“I don’t know. A sword perhaps?” Dela turned to Rosalia questioningly. She did not even know what her own son used as a weapon, but knew what her stepdaughter used.“A sword,” Rosalia confirmed. “And a spear too, during the hunt.” Rosalia’s voice was milky and calm. I had never heard a more beautiful voice.Damien kept his sword in o
My eyes were burning. There was a strong odor. No one was bothered, so I did not say anything. The odor was making my head spin.“It’s the hounds,” Rosalia whispered. “They smell bad, even from far away.”“Hounds?” Why were hounds brought here?“They are to eat the bodies of the animals,” she said.“Ah…,” I murmured as if it was perfectly normal to feed the bodies of prisoners to hounds.Men and some women soon carried the remains of bodies from the forest. The forest was where the hunt was happening. We were seated right outside it.My stomach churned at the sight of the upper half of a body. A long pipe like thing was dangling from the bottom. I refrained from letting out a gag.Then, I saw the hounds. They were being held back by huge chains. Those were the biggest hounds I had ever seen. I did not know they could be so big. There were two guard hounds at the academy, but they were nowhere this big.Saliva was dripping from their mouths and they were barking loudly. The odor was ev
“Okay, so, you found me. Then what?” I asked. I did not know why I wanted to all of it. It was just that I liked talking to him. I liked to hear him talk.“I will lock you up.”“And fuck me?”“Well, that too.”“And treat me like a sex slave?”“More like a personal slut.”“That’s… extreme,” I said with a laugh.“Aren’t you afraid?” he asked.“Why would I be?”“Why wouldn’t you be?”“Demian,” I said, turning to him, “I am not leaving you. I have nowhere else to go. I have no one I can rely on.”“You have Leo and you said you love him.” He sounded bitter about it.“I won’t burden Leo with my problems. I can’t do that to him. I shouldn’t have done that to him either. Now my father targets him too,” I said. By now, my father knew the fact that I was with the Silverclaws once more and that I lied about him being involved in my elopement. “If I were in another kingdom, I would be able to be an alchemist like I always wanted to. Here, people think women are not as smart as men. That we cannot
When I woke up, I found myself in the tub filled with warm water. I could not make out anything. I still felt delirious. My whole body was aching. Especially my back and legs.I looked down at my wrists. There were two red marks on them where the roped bound them together.‘I can see! I can see finally!’Someone was washing my back.“I thought you wouldn’t wake up,” Demian said. He sounded calm and collected while I felt I had been shredded into millions of pieces. I was all flustered and my body still remembered his touches. Remembering them almost made me experience them all over again.“What time is it?” I asked.“It’s 3 in the afternoon. You missed breakfast and lunch,” he said.“Ah, I wonder whose fault is that.”“I missed it too.”“You drank blood. I had nothing.”“Are you hungry?”I wished I could tell him that I was, but in truth, I was not. Not even a little bit. It was like all my hunger vanished after experiencing the greatest pleasure ever.“I thought so,” Demian said. “Bu
I was still in a half-delirious stage although the orgasm had passed. But the effects remained. I was too sensitive. My body was warm and I felt feverish.When Demian took out his fingers from my mouth and thrust his cock inside me again, I let out a whimper.“No… Demian… Too much…”He did not listen. He started ramming inside me. I screamed and tried to free my hands only for the ropes to cut me.“Wait… Demian… I can’t… I can’t breathe…”“Fuck!” he cursed into my ear and groaned. I had not noticed when he had extracted his fangs.“Demian… Please…”“You told me to be rough,” he said. “You said I could let go with you.”“Yes… But…”“I am not stopping,” he declared and pounded inside me. I screamed again and cried out his name as another intense toe-curling orgasm hit me. I was not used to feeling this much pleasure.My whole body was shaking and my heart was pounding so hard inside my chest that I feared it would get out of the ribcage.“No… Demian, please…”“I would have gagged you, b
Demian pushed my head down on the bed.I felt his lips tracing the skin my back and neck. His other hand was groping my breast, pinching the nipple and twisting it. I let out a moan against the sheets.His cock was pressed against my folds. He rubbed himself against my dripping folds. He groaned against my ear.I was a little jealous of others that he fucked before me. I remembered a time when I said that I was not jealous of his past. But I was.I could not imagine him fucking others like he fucked me, touching them like he touched me. I was getting too possessive of a man that abducted me.Okay, his father abducted me, but that did not mean Demian was not capable of doing something similar.He poked my folds with the tip of his cock, sending a tingle down my spine.“Mmm…”“Relax,” he whispered. “Why are you so tense?”‘Because I have a blindfold on and my hands are tied behind my back. And also because you are on top of my back, pinning me down and I can’t move. I feel helpless, but
I could feel Demian’s eyes on me. I did not need to see him to know when he looked at me. My subconsciousness always alerted me of his intense gaze.“If we both are crazy, does it mean we suit each other?” Demian asked. “Is that why I married you?”“When I saw you, I felt a pull towards you,” Demian continued without waiting for my answer. “Why?”“I don’t know,” I said. “But… I want to be honest with you, Demian. I… I’m glad that it was you who I married and not Rezef Thorn.”“Why?”I smiled. “At least, I don’t have to give birth to some stupid children and tend to them. And I don’t have to live a boring life.”He brought his face close to mine. I knew it because I felt his breath on my face.“Because he is not rough enough?” Demian asked.“He is rough when he does not need to be, but he is not rough when he needs to be,” I answered.“Am I rough at the right moment?”I brushed my lips against his. “Yes,” I whispered.I heard the tearing sound before I felt it. Demian was cutting my dr
I wanted to tug at the blindfold. I could not see anything. It made me feel uncomfortable and vulnerable.“Don’t,” Demian warned. His voice sounded so close, yet so far. If I concentrated enough, I could guess exactly where he was. But the fact was that it was hard to concentrate.In order to concentrate, I needed to be calm, which I was not. I was intimidated, excited and a little scared. I left myself in the mercy of a man who was still a mystery to me.I heard his footsteps getting nearer. He stopped right behind me. He pulled my head back by my hair. I shrieked, but not too loudly.I felt his breath on my face. His lips hungrily devoured mine. My hands were itching to touch something, but I refrained from doing so.His tongue was inside my mouth, exploring every place, making me hungry for more.His lips left mine. My lips felt sore and… eaten.He grabbed my hands roughly and put them behind me. I winced in pain. The pain was not too much, just enough to show that he could do anyt
Demian took my hand and pressed a kiss on my palm. I took a deep breath. It was as if his simple moves were making it hard for me to calm the desires inside me.“Do you like me?” I asked. “Is that why you are so jealous? Because you think someone will take me away?”“Does liking someone mean feeling it hard to breathe when they are not near? Does it mean wanting to be with that person all the time? Does it mean wanting that person so much that it hurts?” Demian was looking at me, demanding an answer.I shook my head.“That’s not liking someone, Demian.”“Then what is it?”“That’s loving someone,” I whispered.His eyes softened and he lowered his face and brought it close to mine, our noses almost touching.“Do you love me?” he asked.“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I don’t know. Do you care if I love you or not?”“I don’t know,” he answered, although not as uncertainly as I did. “Most of the time, I think that I don’t. Because either way, you have to be with me. I can always tie you up, l
I had no idea what to say to a boy who just confessed his feelings for me and also said that he would get over them. I could only stare at him. I could not understand what it truly felt like for him to have feelings for his brother’s wife.Theodore smiled at me. He had a nice smile. He barely ever smiled, so it felt special. He always was melancholy. Perhaps, letting your heart out truly felt that great.“We will have tea another time,” he said. “Stay safe, okay? I still wish you were my wife instead of my brother’s, but what can we do about that? I am not brave or strong enough to take you forcefully from him.”“You are not like that, Theodore,” I said. “You are not like… anyone I have ever met. Letting go takes more courage than holding onto something you should not have. You are braver than you know. You will find something or someone truly worth fighting for.”“You think I will find someone better than you?”“You don’t know me. I lie. I lie a lot. I show a part of me that is not e
“Sully?”Theodore’s voice brought me back to reality. My face flushed in embarrassment and I wanted to lie down under thick soil. I was yelling at a voice inside my head. Only crazy people did things like that.Theodore limped towards me. His cane was a different one than before. It had a skull on top.“Who were you talking to?” he asked.“No one, just…” I felt so ashamed that I could barely look him in the eye.Theodore was watching me. His eyes were not as intense as Demian’s or Alexander’s. Instead, his eyes had what their eyes did not have. A little warmth and perhaps compassion.“Do you want to have tea in my chamber?”“I would love to, Theodore, but… We cannot do that in your chamber. Demian doesn’t like it,” I said. It was one of the things I was not allowed to do.“Ah, I see.”“We can have tea in the garden,” I quickly added. “I would love to talk to you after so long. Would that be okay?”He gave me a small smile. “Sure.”“Ah!” I stopped on my track.“What?” Theodore asked, p