8 comments/ 17645 views/ 40 favorites Shadowland By: Kindasortacrazy She pulled her bags out of the trunk of the taxi, silently wishing she could just leave them there and hop back into the car. She dreaded being back here, this pit of hell where she'd grown up. This house of living nightmares where shadows moved of their own accord and the hall light always stayed on. This shithole of a house – a house, not a home – where her deepest fears lay hidden some where under her childhood bed. Sabrina shivered, hauling the last of her bags onto the pavement. A gust of winter air rushed past her, raising goosebumps on her skin. Wearing a skirt was not the wisest choice she had made for this trip. She pulled her jacket tighter, her teeth chattering quietly. She turned and walked to the front of the cab, digging in her purse for her wallet. She paid and tipped the cabbie who smiled back and winked at her. He eyed her with interest before driving off, something she had seen dozens of times but never got used to. She understood the action. She was a pretty girl visiting from New York, with shoulder-length chestnut hair, creamy skin, a heart-shaped face and soft grey eyes. It was no surprise that men found her attractive, she just wished they could be more cordial when they approached. Sighing, she picked up her suitcases, hauling her overnight bag onto her shoulder. She took cautious steps over the long, snow-cover driveway, slowly making her way to the front door. Another blast of chill air whipped past her. She seethed inside. New York winters were bitter where Seattle winters were damp. She'd rather be back in her condo enjoying a good book by her furnace while sitting next to her bedroom window. Instead, she'd been called back here by her mother to spend the first Christmas with her family in three years. Fuck it all. Finally, after many near wipeouts, she hauled her bags up onto the steps of the front entrance of the house. Her family had been wealthy enough to buy a house just outside of Seattle, but not rich enough to buy anything bigger than a three-story home. A majestic building built in the 1920s made of brick, sweat and a few lost fingers according to her grandfather. The old glass windows drooped and sagged, giving the house the impression of always being tired. She smiled, sweet childhood memories of backyard barbecues and races flooding her mind. Shaking her head slightly, she rummaged through her bag until she grabbed her ring of keys, flicking through each of them until she found the old rusted skeleton key the unlocked the front door. She stepped up, unlocked the deadbolt, and pulled her bags inside. Warm sunlight spilled in from the French doors leading out into the vast snow-blanketed yard, illuminating the beauty within. Granite counters in the kitchen, a massive tile staircase, warm carpet on the upper floors. A spacious living room with dark leather furniture, enormous fireplace and a grand piano tucked into to far corner. Dark wood floors, work with age and foot traffic, squeaked under her feet. All in all, just like home. Kicking the door closed, Sabrina dragged her suitcases into the foyer, dropping them off by the cold fireplace. Thankfully, her grandfather had remembered to set the heater timer, so the house remained cozy even when to weather turned sour. Her family wouldn't be here for another three hours, so she might as well rest for a while. She leaned back, stretching her arms above her head and cracking her vertebrae back in to place. Eight hours on and off planes can fuck up your spine like nothing else. She slipped her coat off and draped it over one of the leather-clad chairs. Turning, she began to climb the stairs, her sneakers making almost no noise of the hard tile. She climbed the steps quickly, taking them two at a time. She stopped at the top step, breathing in the warm smell of wood, fresh breezes and cinnamon that always hung in the air. A smile cracked on her lips. Cold and distant as it was, this place always felt like warmer and more inviting than New York. Her smile faded when she peered down the hall. There, the door at the very end of the hallway marked her childhood room. The birthplace place of the nightmares that had plagued her since her youth. She turned to face to door, taking in the familiar color scheme of crimson red with yellow stripes. Colors that her mother abhorred. A shiver raced down her spine, a silent warning from her body. She shouldn't go anywhere near that unholy place. Taking a deep breath, she took tentative steps toward her old room. Curiosity overruled reason. She wanted - no, had – to see if anything had changed. To see if her nightmare still lived. As she came closer to her room, memories flashed through her mind of her darkest thoughts and fears... Shadowland "Yes! There's the life I've been missing!" He grinned, showing every sharpened tooth. "My children need fire to survive, Sabrina. They need a mother who is passionate and strong, someone who can carry them and teach them. You're exactly what they need." One clawed hand reached down and gripped her thigh, sharp nails digging into her flesh. The coil of shadow that held her ankle loosened, allowing him the freedom to move her. Still grinning, Melanthius hauled her leg up, hooking her knee over his hip. She felt his cock, cold and slick as it always was, rubbing stiffly against her thigh. She whimpered softly, turning her head away. Truthfully, she enjoyed the attention he'd given her for so many years. Her mother, a nurse, and her father, a CPA, had made enough money to easily support a family of five children. They just hadn't made any effort to spend time with them. She, the second oldest, was often stuck between fighting with her older brother and taking care of her younger siblings. With Melanthius at her bedside constantly, she at least had someone who would listen and pay attention to her. Even more frightening was the fact that she'd enjoyed being corrupted by him. Her mother, having been raised Catholic, didn't seem to find it important to teach any of her daughters what sex was. Apparently, her mother figured it was a conversation best saved for the night before the wedding. As an uneducated teenager with raging hormones, her curiosity often got the best of her. Melanthius gave her the perfect opportunity to go wild. She sighed to herself. She hadn't had a boyfriend since the day she left. Hell, she'd barely had a date. Not that men thought she wasn't attractive. She was just too busy with work and school to have a relationship. The consequence of that was many lonely nights spent with a litany of vibrators and cheap porn movies. For three years, her body had been craving someone, anyone, to occupy those nights. Even now, in the presence of her most seductive nightmare, her body was in a frenzy. It amazed her how often her body won out against her conscience. Her body rarely lost a fight with her mind, whether it was over a craving for food or pleasure. If her body wanted release, it would find some way to get it. And right now, her body wanted what her mind refused to accept: a burning need to be ravaged by her childhood boogeyman. Fine. If that's what her body wanted, then abso-fucking-lutely fine. She would give her body exactly what it wanted. Swallowing whatever modesty she had left, Sabrina turned to look at Melanthius again. Staring into his crimson eyes, she twisted her wrist so she could stroke the tendril of darkness with her fingers. It quivered for an instant before loosening its grip, finally releasing her hand completely. Taking a deep breath, she reached up and wrapped her arm around Melanthius' neck, digging her fingers into his slick skin for support. He smiled and growled in approval. The thread of shadow released her other wrist, pulling back into the darkness of her room. Not that it had to retreat; there was no light left to do him harm. The sun had nearly set on the horizon, lighting the hallway with an eerie amber glow. She twisted her wrist, setting the bones back into place before reaching around to grip his back. She exhaled a long, shaky breath, her body letting loose a shiver of anticipation and fear. She tossed her head back and stared down the hallway. "Whatever you do, just don't eat me." He chuckled. "I make no promises." She shook her head. "Don't tease me. Not about this." She flinched when his tongue dragged up her cheek again. "Very well. For you, Sabrina." His breath tickled her ear, making goosebumps rise of her flesh. "For you, I will stop the games." She nodded shakily, closing her eyes and bracing for impact. One last lick along her neck was all the warning she got. Repositioning his hand so he cupped her hip in his palm, Melanthius shifted his body so that the tip of his cock pressed firmly against the folds of her sex. Giving her just enough time to inhale, he thrust forward, burying his cock inside her velvety pussy. She gasped sharply and arched her back, her nails digging into his slick skin. Not being a virgin made it much more comfortable than she'd expected, but his size still alarmed her. God, he was twice the size she'd imagined he'd be! He filled her to almost bursting. Thick and powerful where she was delicate and soft - a beautiful blend of opposites. "Oh, yes. You're as tight and hot as I remember. And so slick. Oh, Sabrina, we're going to have such fun, you and I." Giving her a handful of heartbeats to adjust to his size, Melanthius began to move, cleaving a path through her still untouched flesh. Starting slowly so as not to break her, he quickened his strokes every few seconds, each thrust and pull eliciting a soft cry from her throat. It felt good. Wonderful, really. Big as he was, his body was a perfect fit to hers. Two puzzle pieces locking into place, fulfilling the destiny she'd tried so hard to run away from. Another heartbeat passed by as he sped up his thrusts again. Allowing herself to be lost in the pleasure he offered, Sabrina tossed her head back and closed her eyes, chewing her lip to stifle her cries. The last thing she needed was for her family to arrive and hear her screaming out for more. But Melanthius was not satisfied with her modesty. He wanted to hear her beg him for more, wanted to hear her screams ecstasy. Lifting her leg an inch higher, he thrust harder and faster, pounding his hips against her own. He fucked her long and hard, his labored grunts mingling with her cries of surprise and satisfaction. The movements forced the breath from her lungs. God, that man could put some power in those hips. She arched her back farther, silently begging for more. He laughed, the sound both delicious and deadly. "Good girl. That's right, take it all." Another strong thrust forced a cry from her throat. "Yes! That's my girl! Show me that whore I made you!" He leaned back, knelling on the soft carpet. He straightened, pulling away from her grasp. She let her hands fall to the carpet, no longer caring that she couldn't hold him. The pleasure he gave her had wiped her mind clean of any thought or care. All she wanted was for him to continue, to never stop. Her torso now free, for thin threads of shadow crept out from the darkness of her room. Two wrapped gently around her wrists and caressed them. The other two spiraled around and over her breasts, teasing the tender flesh and making her head spin. He slid his free hand under her other hip, lifting her pelvis high. On instinct, she wrapped both legs around his waist, locking them together. His movements turned frantic, almost crazed. And yet, he maintained a sense of complete control, his focus never torn from his game: watching her squirm. "Oh, yes. That's a good girl. You love this, don't you?" He laughed out his triumph for the world to hear. "I think you do. Your poor body, suffering for three long years with no one to feed it. You should never have run away, Sabrina. I could have given you this long ago." But she had barely heard his words. Lost in the ecstasy she had craved for so long, Sabrina had blocked out every sense given to her except touch. She had long ago blocked out the sounds of screaming winds and the smells of the forest, leaving her with just the beautiful sparks of pleasure racing along her flesh. That was all she wanted, all she needed to feel. But even through the waves of bliss, her body twitched restlessly. She needed more, much more. As delicious as the feeling was, it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her hunger. Her body demanding more, she arched her back, twisting her hips back and forth, trying to find a better angle. Melanthius grinned at her, the smile almost sadistic. "Ah, I see what you want. Here, then. Let me help." He shifted his hands, sliding them under her ass and lifting her hips an inch higher. The motion brought her body to the perfect height. Every stroke of his cock rubbed against her G-spot, making her cry out and squirm against him. Oh, yes. That was exactly the spot she needed him to reach. Against her will, she moaned out his name, too engrossed in her newfound bliss to care. Much as she hated to, she let him have his way. That kind of pleasure was too enticing to fight, and she'd be damned to let her mother's inability to explain sex deprive her of acting out every fantasy she had. In the back of her mind, she began to play out a number of explicit situations involving Melanthius, each somehow ending with her finding complete bliss at his hands. One last stroke and she was lost to the world. Closing her eyes and tossing her head to one side, she gave a silent cry of satisfaction. Her body twitched for a moment before she slumped into the carpet, her breathing labored and her heart about to explode. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, beads forming along the tops of her breasts and her forehead. Seconds later, she heard Melanthius call out his own pleasure. Letting loose a roar that shook the windows of the house, his fingers loosened their grip on her ass. Gently, he slipped his cock from her body, slowly lowering her hips to the floor. He placed his hands on his thighs to steady himself, breathing heavily to catch his breath. Slowly, the tendrils of shadow unwound themselves from her wrists and breasts, slinking back into the darkness of their birth. The threads on her breasts gave her nipples one last teasing flick before following their siblings into the darkness. He chuckled again, looking up to smile at her. "Just as warm and tight and I'd hoped, though I never pictured you being so eager." She refused to look at him, confusion and anger slowly replacing the bliss in her mind. Damn him for doing that. She'd hated and feared him before, but her anger had now reached its boiling point. As had her arousal. Damn it. "My goodness, you're a little firecracker, aren't you? I may need to have that again." He reached out, clawed fingers tracing their way up her legs. "Come here." She rolled away from his touch, curling up to shield herself. "No. No more. Please, no more." Her voice was quiet, still strained from all the screaming she'd done. "No?" His voice was mockingly inquisitive. He pulled his hands back, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head. "Well, then. I suppose we'll have to make a bargain about this." "A bargain for what? You've had me already. All I've asked is for you to stop." She stared at the carpet. "Exactly. I've waited centuries for a young woman healthy and passionate enough to carry my children. Then you come along and make me wait another three years. I've been patient enough and you're keeping me from satisfying my urges." "I apologize, master. I had forgotten you and I were married." Sarcasm saturated her words, her tone a hint sharper that it usually was. He chuckled. "You always had a dark sense of humor, Sabrina." Quicker that lightening, he had slid along the floor until he lay next to her, his body pressing against her own. He reached around, cupping her bare breasts in his slick hands. She shivered at his touch, the quakes intensifying when his breath caressed her ear. "But, I have the perfect way you can make it up." His tongue traced a line along the side of her neck. "You can suck me off as a trade." She closed her eyes and groaned into the carpet. Double damn it. She'd screwed herself now. He pinched her nipple lightly. "Oh, come now, Sabrina. You were always so excited when I asked you to practice. You'd beg me to let you demonstrate the new tricks you'd learned. We would sit together and watch those cheap porn movies, and every time one of those women began to suck her partner, you would ask to try what she was doing." She twitched away, permanently caught in his embrace yet desperately trying to put distance between them. "And as I recall, you were quite the talented student." He inched closer, pressing his body firmly against her back. "You were only eighteen and could suck like a seasoned whore." She shivered, trying one last time to put some distance between them. He'd guessed her move and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling back sharply and crushing her against him. Her resolve collapsed. If that's what she had to do to avoid being plundered a second time, that that's what she'd do. "Fine," she spat, putting as much 'spoiled child' attitude as she could in her words. His laughed resounded in her ear. "Good girl." He reached up to cup her chin. "I knew you'd be a good choice. You were always so compliant." She twisted her head away from his grasp. "Not now." "No?" His grip loosened a bit. "And why not?" She gave a sarcastic laugh. "Do you remember fucking me? I'm exhausted. Even if I wanted to do it, I'd probably fall asleep in the middle of blowing you." For the first time, he sighed. "I suppose. You'd fall right off the bed, wouldn't you?" He chuckled at the thought. "Very well. I'll give you time to recover." He loosened his grip, letting her push herself onto her knees without struggle. She sat back, pushing her sweat-drenched hair out of her face. She sucked in a deep breath, a final attempt to settle the twist in her gut that had formed the moment she'd arrived here. Mentally, she'd completely resigned herself to silence and numbness. If she could force her emotions down, maybe she could make it out of this unscathed. A sharp pain on her ass, coinciding with a loud smack, brought her back to reality. "You'd best get going, Sabrina. Your family will be here soon. And I'd hate to have your mother see you in such a state." She nodded, secretly torn between clawing his face off and running to the safety of her room. Curious, she peered over her shoulder to watch Melanthius's shadowy form slink back into the recesses of her room. His white-toothed grin, the only color on his body besides his eyes, winked at her as he continued to slither back into his hiding place. "You enjoy your meal, Sabrina. Then, you come back to me." With that final order, his smile disappeared under the darkness of her bed. One tendril of shadow stayed out just long enough to grasp the handle and push her door closed. She was left in silence, naked on the floor of the hallway and lost in her competing emotions. On one hand, she wanted to run out of the house and never come back, even if that meant abandoning her family and her clothing. On the other, she felt a deep longing to follow him back into her room. Deciding it as best to leave her feelings alone for the moment, she shoved all thoughts of Melanthius thoughts aside clear and hauled herself to her feet. Her legs were shaky at first, sore from her indoctrination into sex, but she managed to get them working after a moment. Slowly, tenderly, she made her way to the bathroom down the hall, opening a cabinet and pulling out a thick bathrobe. She pulled it over her shoulders, trying to find comfort in the luxurious fabric. She couldn't. As hard as she tried, her body felt bereft and empty. It craved her nightmare's touch again. She physically shook herself, trying to shake off the feelings of loneliness and remorse. But her body refused to have its desires ignored. Instead, her feeling for Melanthius remained, stamped into the back of her mind, where her body intended to make sure it stayed. She sighed quietly. Fine, her body could throw its hissy fit. All she wanted was some new clothes since her old ones had been torn to shreds. She walked back down the hall, gathering the pieces of her clothing before making her way down the stairs. She deposited her scraps of fabric in the trash can under the kitchen sink, brushing her hands on her robe as she made her way over to her suitcases. She unzipped them both, rummaging through the piles of clothing until she found a decent outfit of jeans and a v-neck sweater. She dressed in silence, pulling her fresh clothing over her sore skin. Fully clothed again, she stuffed the robe in the washer, zipped up her bags and lit the fireplace. She sat down in one of the plush leather chairs and waited patiently for her family to arrive. It was well past sunset; she and Melanthius had finished just moments before their scheduled appearance. What lucky timing. Her family arrived fifteen minutes later. Pushing away the memories of moments past, she forced her brightest smile at seeing her parents and siblings again. Her grandparents, as wizened and cheery as she had remembered, followed close behind, exclaiming shouts of joy and surprise. They hugged and smiled, glad to feel the embrace of one another. She hid behind her smile, her mind never letting go of her experience. Memories flitted in and out of her mind the entire night, silent reminders of what was to come. Shadowland "Some choice," she muttered to herself. "How do you know all this?" The old woman shrugged. "Since he told me I wasn't the one he wanted, I figured I'd be safe if I asked." She nodded silently. "Which one should I take?" Her grandmother returned to scrubbing the pans. "Not my choice to make." She eyes the woman cautiously. "You're awfully calm about all of this." "Crying now will get you nowhere. You have a choice to make. You can scream all you want afterwards." She glanced over at her granddaughter. "Keeping him waiting won't help your situation." She dropped her head an inch lower. Shit, this is exactly the reaction she'd been dreading. She had been given a choice to either stay here or be dragged to whatever hell Melanthius lived in, and her grandmother was calmer than a Miss Universe judge. Go figure. Her grandmother patted her on the shoulder. "Go on, Sabrina." She turned, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "Nana, I-" The old woman spun around, wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her close. They both broke at the same instant, letting the tears flow freely as they cried into each other's shoulders. She clung to her grandmother's flowered blouse, afraid to let go out of fear that she might never touch the fabric again. "Whatever you choose, I will always love you. I promise," her grandmother whispered through her tears. Moments later, after their tears were spent, they straightened and wiped their eyes, laughing bitterly. Her grandmother reached up and smoothed her hair with her warm palms, giving her a soft smile. "Go, Sabrina." She cleared her throat. "Melanthius is waiting for you." "What if they ask -" The old woman shook her head. "Trust me, they know. They all know. They'll understand. Now go." She nodded, a sad smile on her lips. She leaned down and kissed her grandmother on the cheek, leaving one last trace of herself behind. She straightened, exchanging one last smile with her grandmother - her savior, her protector - before silently making her way upstairs. Behind her, she could hear the soft sound of her grandmother crying again. She made her way up the stairs quietly, a few tears escaping and rolling down her cheeks now and then. Her focus remained on the door the entire walk down the hall. She couldn't bear to think of her family now. She'd never make it. She stopped just inches in front of her door, her hand trembling as she reached for the handle. She swallowed loudly. Was this really what she wanted? Was this really what she'd chosen? Did she even have a choice? Pushing those thoughts aside, Sabrina gripped the handle and turned the knob, shoving the door open. Her room was silent, the air eerily still. Tiny slivers of moonlight escaped through the spaces in her blinds, giving the room a silvery glow. With one last breath, she stepped beyond the threshold and into unexplored territory. As soon as she had stepped into her room, the door closed behind her. A sigh escaped from under the bed an instant before Melanthius began dragging himself out again. "Good girl. You came." She nodded, remaining silent. Using clawed hands, he hauled himself onto the floor of her room, then straightened into the figure she knew so well. Well over six feet tall, his crimson eyes smiled at her, mirroring his sharp-toothed grin. He cocked his head, his smile fading a bit. "You've been crying." His voice, strangely, was compassionate and worried. She nodded again. "Just saying goodbye." He smirked. "Ah, yes. The old crone is here, isn't she? I could smell her coming from miles away." She looked away, taking one last deep breath before returning her gaze to him. "I'll go." His face broke out into a fill-blown grin. "Excellent!" he took a step forward, beads of slime dripping onto the floor. "I knew I had made a fine choice when I picked you." He stepped closer, stopping inches from her body. Icy air radiated off his flesh, chilling her skin. From this distance, she could make out tight, strong muscles hidden under his shadowy form. A well-worked abdomen and powerful pectorals caught her eye, leading her to follow the taught lines of his biceps. How could a creature this sinister be this attractive? Then again, weren't all the asshole jocks in those cheap 80's movies always good looking? A method to the madness, she supposed. Smiling down at her, he reached out and cupped her chin with his fingers, tilting her head up to look at him. "You still owe me something, though." She lowered her eyes, silently cursing herself. He gave a soft laugh before releasing her chin. He stepped back to the edge of her bed, sitting down on the thick blankets. He crooked a clawed finger, beckoning her. Hesitantly, she took a step forward, keeping her eyes focused on the floor. "Wait." She looked up at him, confusion in her eyes. He smirked. "Undress. I want you naked for this, like you always were." Mentally cursing her fate, she stripped quickly, tossing her clothes into a corner and crossing her arms over her chest. She looked up to see Melanthius grinning like a fool. He called her over again, this time allowing her to make it all the way to the bed. "On your knees, Sabrina." She sank to the floor, still keeping her focus on anything but what she knew she had to see. "Good girl. You may begin." Unable to escape her doom any longer, she flicked her eyes up to stare at his cock. Thick and long, ink black in color, it was a magnificent piece of male anatomy. Something even porn stars would kill to have. Tiny swirls of shadow curled around its length, making her stomach turn. Even after so many months of practice, and intrinsically knowing they were of no harm or hindrance to her, she always had a hard time starting with those damn shadows wrapping around his cock. To her, they were the ultimate distraction. "Sabrina?" Tentatively, she leaned closer, barely an inch away from his cock. Surrendering to his command, she closed her eyes and let her instincts take over. She'd practiced this exact skill for months, perfecting it only days before she'd left. Eyes closed, slow breathing, gentle strokes at first. This was nothing new; if anything, this was her forte. She closed the last inch of space between their bodies, her eyes sealed shut and her breathing shallow. Without allowing herself to think, she flicked out her tongue, running it along the slick skin of his shaft. Sweet, with the slightest flavor of salt - just like she remembered. His cock twitched at the contact, startling her for an instant and knocking her off her game. "Oh, come on, Sabrina. You can do better than that." She mentally shook herself, regaining control of her nerves and closing her eyes again. This time, with renewed effort, she dolled out stronger licks. Silently, never daring to let him see, she reveled in the taste of his flesh. It had been so long since she'd last sucked him off that honestly, she'd begun to miss it. Of all the skills he'd taught her, this was by far her favorite. She heard his soft groan as she ran the tip of her tongue around in a circle along tip of his shaft. It was always his favorite, too. Even as an eighteen-year-old first-timer, he would rave about her expertise with her tongue. After the trap he'd pulled on her in the hallway, it was a skill she planned to use to her full advantage. Rendering him immobile was the perfect way to make him pay. Sucking in a deep breath, she leaned forward at took the head of his cock in her mouth. Being careful not to bite him, she gently scraped the sensitive flesh with her teeth, soothing the irritation with soft licks from her tongue. She felt his body jerk, heard his soft moan as she teased him. His slip of control spurred her on, coaxing her to slip and inch lower. Another inch lower, then another, all the while teasing him with her teeth and tongue. Finally, after several prolonged minutes of endless teasing, she let her control go completely and sank down to his balls, taking his entire cock into her throat. Along with her tongue teasing, deep-throating had been her specialty. According to his own testimony, she could suck better than any porn star. Of all the encouraging statements he'd ever made to her, that one made her the proudest. He burst out laughing, barely able to contain his joy. "Yes! That's my girl! That's the enthusiasm I remember so well!" He laced his fingers into her hair, pushing her head down gently. "There we go. That's it. You remember this, don't you? How much you loved to practice on me. Oh, yes. You lived to hear me roar. You always told me how much you loved my taste. Take it all, Sabrina. It's yours." Closing her eyes, she sucked his cock harder, dragging a desperate groan from his throat. She never changed her speed, keeping her movements at a languid pace. The slowness allowed her better control of her tongue, letting her tease him endlessly despite to lack of speed. Melanthius gave no argument; instead, he twisted his claws tighter into her hair and spouted of a litany of ancient, unrecognizable curses. She smiled around his cock, her body falling back into the motions she'd perfected. She finally admitted to herself that she missed this, missed him. She loved the feel of his body, the taste of his flesh, the feeling that she could tell him anything and he would never judge her. She could easily go with him, spend the rest of her immortal life with him birthing his children and rolling around in his bed. Yes, that was something she could do. He climaxed while she was still lost in thought, his cry of ecstasy taking her by surprise. His cock twitched in her mouth, warm jets of cum bursting into her mouth. Sweeter that honey, she drank down each drop he gave her, loving the flavor she'd been missing for so long. She pulled away from him, letting his cock slide from her mouth and began to lick him clean. She thought it best to end her last night here on a high note, so she tenderly teased him as he came down from his climax, hoping that small act would stir up some kind of empathy from him. He chuckled as he relaxed into her bed. "Now that was a blowjob. Oh, how I have missed that tongue of yours." He grinned down at her. "You can stop, Sabrina." With one last lick, she pulled away and sat back onto the floor, running her tongue along her lips to collect any last drops of his seed. She looked up at him doe-eyed, uncertainty coiling in her gut. He reached out, cupping her face with in one hands and stroking his clawed thumb along her cheekbone. "You will come, then?" She nodded, unconsciously leaning her cheek into his palm. He smirked at her. "But?" She swallowed, still staring at him. "I don't know where we're going." He threw his head back and laughed. "My dear, I will take you to a place filled with honeyed rivers and candied trees. Every type of delight awaits you in my home. You can swing from the stars or run barefoot through the mountains and never have to worry about you useless job or nagging mother again." He gave her a devilish wink. "Believe me, it's a thousand times better than this world." She cocked her head, confused. "But you live in shadow." His smile was wickedly sweet. "Ah, but shadows are different things to different people. Some see them as nightmare come to life. Others find solace in their presence. And still others see them as playthings. My world, my realm, is of delight, Sabrina. The light hidden within the darkness. That is where we will go." She smiled at him. "You're not lying, are you?" He caressed her cheek. "No, Sabrina. I have no reason to lie to you. You've been so good, so patient, so willing. I have no desire to deceive you. What I tell you now is the honest truth. I will take care of you and love you like no mortal creature ever could. It will be you and I, surrounded by luxuries you could only dream of. " She smiled wider, joy and hop filling her heart. "You will never need to worry about love or commitment again. You are the only woman that I want, Sabrina. No other woman could ever take your place in my black heart." He pressed his free hand to his chest. "You are all I need, and I will give you everything you could ever desire." He let his hand slip from her cheek as he stood up from the bed, standing just an inch from her. Strands of shadow seeped out from under her bed, curling up and around his feet. They gently caressed and pulled at his skin, begging him to return to their world. He ignored them, instead continuing to smile at her. He held out a clawed hand to her. "All of this I will give to you if you come with me." She smiled slightly, reaching out her hand. She paused for an instant, her hand hovering an inch from his own. This was what she had always wanted, always needed. Someone to love and care for her, someone she could spend eternity with and never have to worry about being forgotten and left behind. Running her decision through her mind one last time, she closed the distance between their hands, gently placing her fingers in his cool palm. He grinned, clawed fingers closing securely around her hand. Below, his body began to disappear under the bed, gently pulled back into his world by the threads of shadow he commanded. Inch by inch, he was pulled under, slowly sinking into the darkness. She watched his torso slip into the blackness, his crimson eyes smiling up at her. "Come, Sabrina. Let us go home." His head had disappeared now, his arm slowly being pulled under, taking her with it. Taking one final breath from her world, she let go of all resistance and allowed herself to be dragged into the world beneath her bed. She was hauled into a world of inky blackness, all encompassing and frightening. Only Melanthius' clawed hand, still locked to her own, gave her any sense of relief. He pulled her along, his hand growing warmer the father they went. She could see in the darkness ahead a small pinprick of light. The dot grew larger as she traveled closer, revealing splotches of color and soft, melodic sounds. With one last tug, Melanthius pulled her through the glowing circle of light and into his realm. The only problem was that he had lied to her. His world was nothing like he had described - it was far better.