The Golden Flame

She stared at him, white faced and trembling. His robe seemed to move about him with an invisible breeze. Hidden beneath a dark hood, she could not see his face.

But she could feel him smiling.

Her heart jumped into her throat when he started to glide over the cold stone floor towards her.

Instinctively, she clenched her thighs together and moved backwards as fast as she could, not daring to take her eyes off him.

Her cold fingers touched damp stones behind her and icy fear clutched her heart with a greedy hand.

In an instant, he was pressing her against the wall, an elegant hand with slim, strong fingers wrapped casually around her neck.

He watched the emotions play across her features, reveling in the way she trembled like a frightened bird beneath his hand. Her pulse jumped violently against her skin and her breathing was erratic.

Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “One last time, and it will be complete.”

Grasping at feathers of courage, she spat out, “Go to hell.”

He smiled to himself. With one hand, he threw back his hood and sneered at her.

Her insides grew cold. Hollow eyes burned her as they traveled down her body. She felt naked and exposed under his scrutiny and desperately tried to cover herself with her own hands.

He narrowed his eyes and in one swift movement, caught both her wrists and held them above her head, pinning her in place with the other hand around her neck still.

Dark glowing hair, wide expressive eyes, full red lips, golden skin, firm breasts straining against her torn shirt, narrow waist, shapely hips, long slim legs and even elegant ankles and feet, he smirked to himself. Yes, a fine specimen. Coupled with a fiery spirit that he would relish in breaking later on, he had no doubt that he had chosen the right girl for his purpose.

He murmured a few words under his breath and her eyes grew round with shock as she felt heat pool between her legs and her nipples tighten to almost painful peaks.

“What did you do to me?” she whispered hoarsely.

“An advantage I earned from the previous times. It would help save time for me. I tire of having to wrestle you into submission just so I can complete the process.”

Anger and shame flared up in her and she raged, “I will never be part of your sick stupid plan! You’re insane! I’d die before I let you touch me again!”

His eyes glittered dangerously. “Is that so?” he said quietly. “We’ll have to prove you wrong then, don’t we?”

He murmured words under his breath repeatedly; leaning down to brush his lips across her jaw and up to nibble her earlobe.

She gasped involuntarily as liquid fire ran through her veins and came to pool at her centre. She struggled violently but it was useless. He simply tightened his hold on her and quieted her by pinning her thighs with his.

Her eyes widened when she felt his arousal press into her. She felt a queer mixture of sickness and magically induced desire when he slid a hand down to cup her right breast. Her heartbeat started to pick up when he kneaded her flesh softly and rubbed the pad of his thumb over the taut peak of her breast gently through the thin material of her shirt.

He murmured words again, this time a little louder.

She hissed and fought to control her body. She’ll be damned if he won.

With a flick of his wrist, he ripped the remains of her shirt from her body and she gasped in shock, fresh fear and shame flooding her. He had touched her but only with his hands and never had he undressed her.

He felt his groin tighten almost painfully as he watched her perfect breasts fill his hands and felt her quiver under him when he took a nipple into his mouth. He knew he could finish this by just shouting out the words he kept murmuring every now and then but he drew more pleasure by shaming her this way. Knowing that he had power over her in more than one way. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this one last time very, very much indeed.

She could hardly breathe. She felt him murmur again against her flesh and her eyes fluttered close, her head fell back to lean against the wall.

His tongue flicked her nipple relentlessly and she nearly cried out as sparks shot out to her fingertips and made her toes curl. She arched her body and bit back a gasp when his arousal rubbed against her centre.

She was about to pull away, stricken and ashamed when quick as a flash, he grabbed her hips and slowly, torturously rubbed their genitals together. He murmured again.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to see his face and what he was doing to her. She clenched her teeth and tried to fight down the desire that threatened to consume her. But every movement of his hips against her sent fire throughout her entire body.

He kept sliding his arousal against her centre. Up and down. Up and down. Slowly, languorously. He wanted to take her now but he needed her complete surrender. It would not work otherwise and everything he worked so carefully for will be wasted.

Sliding his hands up her inner thighs, her eyes flew open when she felt him drag her panties down.

“No.”

He simply smirked. And ran a finger up her hot and wet slit.

She jerked her hips in a jolt of pleasure.

“No?” he whispered scathingly.

He pushed open her thighs with his and drew tiny circles around her clit with his fingertip.

She whimpered and shook her head violently.

“No?” he mocked.

He slid his finger over her clit and she arched, straining to feel more. And he went back to circling her clit again. He murmured loudly this time.

“P-please…oh p-please…” she whimpered, her desire overriding her reason.

He smirked. And rubbed her clit gently, relentlessly in circles.

She moaned in ecstasy and pushed her hips up shamelessly into his hands, opening her legs wider to give him better access. His arousal throbbed with need at her display of lust.

“Tell me what you want,” he snarled.

She gasped and shook her head weakly. His eyes narrowed in anger. He teased her opening, pushing in just his fingertips and then pulling out again. He could feel her pussy greedy to hold on and suck.

“Tell me what you want!” he snarled again.

Tears pricking her eyelashes, she whispered, “I w-want…….y-you…”

He smiled, a cold, terrifying smile. “You want me to…?”

She swallowed a lump in her throat. He muttered words again. And rubbed her clit harder.

Gasping, she cried out, “F-fuck me!”

He smirked and undid his pants. He pushed his throbbing arousal against her and he groaned softly at the feel of her hot and wet lips enveloping him, stretching to fill him and pull him deep into her warmth.

She trembled at the sensation of him sliding into her and her mind sent off warning bells but it was too hazy for her to think clearly what those bells meant.

She heard him whisper, peculiar words that slid from his tongue seductively to seemingly wrap themselves around her.

He pulled back slowly and then drove deep into her fast. She gasped.

He pulled back again slowly, and then plunged into her again.

He repeated his movements and she began to meet his thrusts with an upward thrust of her hips.

Her hands sought to hold on to his shoulders but he snarled ferociously and snatched her wrists up to hold them above her head.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he growled and she complied.

He increased his speed and she writhed against him, crying out softly as pleasure built up in her.

Her mind registered hazily that the air around them seemed to grow heavy and dark.

He reached up and grasped a breast cruelly, pulling the nipple between his fingers and rolling it.

She moaned, a low and guttural sound in her throat and he started to fuck her hard and deep, feeling the air around them grow electric with ancient magic.

He could feel her straining against him, desperate and wanton.

He reached down and pinched her clit gently, murmuring, “Vos quod mihi , reus ut singulariter , rutilus flamma..”

And her world spun as waves of pleasure crashed upon her and a deep heat seared her body and she wondered distantly that they were glowing golden for just a moment.
Then everything turned black.

He pulled out of her and let her slide to the floor. Adjusting his clothes, he simply smiled cruelly and thought…it is done.