Divine

There’s someone close. Closer than ever. Their lust is bigger than ever, and each touch is intense—each sticky smell of sweat disappears, replaced by a sweet fragrance of roses. I think I know who it is.

Ever since I moved into Europe, I have had a nightly visitor. Are you there? My thoughts whisper. Greeted by stillness, my body sinks deeper into the soft mattress of my bed.

My lips part—his icy hand is holding my wrists. A soul who is too close to mine, and the body is probably even miles away. Finally chosen? I wonder. Although what if I never find them?

It feels odd, down there. Something pressed against my rectum—it’s trying hard. After all, I’ve been untouched for decades. Huffs echo through the chamber. The sound slams against the walls multiple times. A true concerto, I must say. I throw my head back, almost yelping.

The thrusts become intense. I almost can’t hold my voice back—yet if I couldn’t, that would be risky. He’s hitting toughly against my sweet spot. Trying so hard—it’s impossible to not huff and moan.

And somehow, this time he cumed quickly. I don’t know for how long he’s been holding it in, but it’s more than usual. His seed fills me to the brim; I think it even seeps out. I feel the warm liquid dripping down towards the sheets.

I bite my inner lip. Tiny electric jolts spread into my body, yet I’m stuck to the bed—can’t move an inch.

Are you full yet? A mocking tone in my head—he comes back every once in a while, on nights like these.

It’s weird… More than usual. A metallic taste flows into my mouth. And I try opening my eyes. Nothing there. Pitch black. Whatever was in my rectum pulled out. I didn’t yelp, but instead my teeth bit onto my lip harder, my fangs scratching across the soft tissue. Who are you?

I think having sex with a stranger is better. He quickly whispers—yet is this all in my head? The frosty traces of his hands lurk from my crotch, up to my chest. You’re almost there, resist.

Almost where? My head turns left—or right. A clank. Then a click. My penis is cold.

Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. He avoided my question swiftly. Am I talking to a vampire? They’re usually this educated—unlike the humans most of them keep as slaves. Done and dusted. I frown.

What did you do? I ask.

Silence on the other side—he didn’t reply anymore. My crotch feels sticky, and a bit cold. A shower. That’s all needed for me to go back to sleep. I jolted out of the sheets, staring around as I huffed. I bit my inner lip again, which is seemingly already busted, shoving my head into my palms.

A peek sliced through my fingers. It’s the dead of the night and even my parents–pureblood vampires–are asleep. Desolation broadens through the hollow chamber, and thoughts arise, followed by instincts. I sit deeply hurt between the sheets. A gentle, but involuntary graze–it all fits with a situation neither wanted to partake in.

I missed him, despite his presence recently fading. The clock strikes, announcing the passing of another hour, loudly ticking in the hallway. Unsettles me–I hate being awake at such hours. It’s dim within the nothingness of the castle, and everything stiffens. Even the rising dust catching shape, visible only in the moonlight, stopped falling onto the ground.

He keeps me stirring more often than I desire.

Stepping onto the red, fluffy carped, steps took me forward. The room isn’t so crowded. Although, I did stumble across a few objects yesterday—I forgot to clean. An owl peeks at the window, and the room starts reeking like fish. I ruffle my hair, opening the door to the personal bathroom.

The clothes must be washed, and the sheets changed before any critter awakes. With a quick flick, the nightshirt slid right off. The image spotted within the frame of the mirror is a black, almost wet, pair of boxers. Icky and sticky. This cannot be good—this can’t lead to anywhere good.

My soulmate is present in my life now. And it’s wet. And viscous.

Sliding off the underwear, I noticed something strange. I had a cage around my penis. I tilted my head, inspecting it. It has a lock; heart shaped metallic steel. My dreams weren’t fiction—they were a preparation for the future.

But how would I touch myself from this point on? I hum.

Shaking my head, I came back to my senses quickly.

Warming the bathwater, I quickly slipped into the tub. Steam arose. The hot water touched my frosty skin as I trembled at the shock. But for some reason, this calmed the spirits. The frosty feeling, the unsettling sensation… they’re back, as if he’s watching me thoroughly. And I blush, sinking deeper into the water.

Something is pressing against my rectum again. And the voice is back, whispering into the lobe of my ear. Can I? Arching my back, and biting my lip as his hands grip my waist.

Yes… I approve, yet raise a question: but how do you do it? I can’t see a thing again, nor feel the water grasping against my body. A chuckle—maybe one of the prettiest ones.

I’d be giving away my secret. The pressure raises, until he’s filling my ass with his cock. I softly yelp, but quickly cover my mouth right after. Moan, no one hears you. One of his hands raised to my chest, massaging my left side.

Why keep it a secret? I can’t do a thing to you anyways. He scoffs, pressing his thumb against my nipple. I moan. The cock slides in easily, until half of the shaft is out, then slamming into my prostate again.

I know, Qiang. My name—how does he know it? I huff and moan, throwing my head back. My hands can’t touch his, yet he’s surely fucking me up to his desires. Now, don’t bathe again. You’ll wake up in your sheets, I’ll clean everything.

Are you sure? I was handling it myself. An image of a room starts to form. My room. Everything is hazy around me. The pace of his noisy thrust fastens.

Sweat blobs drip on my forehead, and my heavy grunts become louder. Yes—but to me it looks like you enjoy this tiny cage of yours.

His mocking laugh sends shivers down my spine. I do—what is it for? My back arches. The swift breeze of a wind flows into the room. I jolt, feeling him harshly slamming my prostate with his tip. A yelp, and nothing to grip on. It’s disappointing.

Well, we’ve met once. Since I am able to carry you into my subspace… he starts explaining, then bites my neck. And this cute accessory I put on you is made to keep you safe from anyone who might want you. Dragging my body closer, sticking himself deeper into my rectum. My head falls forward.

My back hits his chest. He’s like a phantasm—his voice echoes through my brain. But what if I want to touch myself? I start, whining at every thrust.

What if I don’t want that? I try to look back, yet all I see fades more. Don’t try that, it won’t work. I frown, feeling defeated.

What’s the point in having sex with someone I don’t know the appearance of? I quickly mumble. His fingers slid into my mouth, and his other hand gently held me by my crotch, rubbing my balls.

No point, just the thrill of it. I muffle a few words, trying to reply. His fingers shoved deeper, silencing me. You’ll wake up clean… but you’ll have a chastity around your crotch. Better than this one, he pauses. Just as punishment.

And at dawn, I was sleeping in changed sheets, brand new underwear and a clean nighttime gown. However, there’s no plausible excuse for my behavior from last night. I have hurt the stranger—my soulmate and the best man I’ve ever had sex with.

A rather pleasant caress traced my jawline, and a soft whisper called out my name. I pried my eyes open, glancing at the person calling out my name. My supposed fiancé. It’s not uncommon for rich families to marry their kids, yet I disliked Harmony for various reasons.

“Good morning!” she ecstatically greeted me. We sleep in separate rooms—at my request. “Breakfast is ready, you’ve overslept. Maya’s here to help with your clothes.” She happily announced. Yet a stir into the stomach, and a divine sign, lured me.

“I’ll take care of these myself…” I raised from the sheets, yet I felt something strange. As if something’s pressing against the walls of my rectum. And, right after that, I remembered what my soulmate told me. A better way of containing me…

“Are you sure?” She asked, seemingly concerned. Her hand reached out, yet I couldn’t help but slap it. A whine, and a few tears rolled down in the fountain of youth—no regrets.

“Don’t touch me,” I harshly turned her down, getting off the bed. “If you may, I have inquiries to solve and breakfast to eat.” Harmony nodded, leaving the room whilst crying harshly.

Somehow, I had no bad feelings. And, wetting my lips, I headed towards the bathroom. Whatever he shoved inside surely was meant to force me into awkward situations—it’s pressing against my prostate.

I took off my clothes again, staring at my body. Full of hickeys on the chest, and pale. Now, I’m fully locked in metal, and a strap blocks the exit of the dildo. It hurts, dang it! I whine, washing my face thoroughly.

There were a few clothes on the counter, next to the sink. A note laid on them, and they were perfectly folded. I picked up the note, glancing at it.

“Hello,

I suggest you wear these today. Less tight and the chastity won’t poke through. Until tonight, when I take it off, I want you to complete your duties and be responsible. No slacking.

Yours truly.”

I shook my head, smiling at the tiny note. I destroyed it with water. The drenched paper dissolved, going down the drain. There was also a box on top of the clothes. Picking it up, there was a blue diamond ring inside. Blushing, I hastily changed my clothes and slid every garment on with care.

The dildo poked through, and I almost moaned quite a few times. I was covering my mouth the entire time. The shirt my soulmate handed me was black, with a blue laced jabot. The gloves are made out of lace, and the pants are a bit loose. Just like he said—to conceal our doings.

The mirror revealed my face again—it seems that his so-called subspace cannot reflect anyone… my eyes narrow. But there was a ring missing from the rack—my engagement ring.

Where is it? I sigh. Lurking through every corner, the ring seems to be gone. The drawers, the rack, the cupboard–I have checked them all, yet the ring is gone. I almost started to worry, then checked again. Under the rug, under the toothbrushes cup–it’s nowhere to be seen. And right in that moment, footsteps emerge from inside my chamber, as its door closes.

A knock on the door, and a foot tapping against the wooden floor. I start sweating, allowing the person from the other side of the wall inside. The man stood stiff into the frame. My father is a tall figure, with long and dark hair. His prominent jaw clenches, staring at me from head to toe.

“Hi, father.” I simply greet him, and he stares at me thoroughly. His hand picks up by arm, checking the garments.

“Where are these from?” He quickly asked, a soft smile resting on his face. I smiled back.

“Bought them from the fair,” I lied.

“I was worried about you, you were absent from breakfast today…” he mumbled. I sighed, looking away.

“Overslept, I’m sorry.” Father nodded.