Dravon

Stepping through the door at the top of the grey stone stairs, my stomach turns with unease. Something is different, it was darker here and not just its usual brooding way. There was something different about the very air around me. It was heavier, darker. Pushing those thoughts away, I take step by step, the cold stone against my bare feet soothing the bottom of my soles. The white night dress brushing against my knees with every step.

The closer I got, the louder the crackles from the fireplace became. The red glow lighting my way in the eerie dark room. I didn’t dare call out, something told me to stay quiet. To not give away I was here even though I know he knew I was there. He always knew where I was, no matter where how far away I was, he could feel me wherever I went. Just like how I could feel him.

Stepping off of the stairs and into the room, I stop in my steps and stare. He was standing there with his back to me, his wide broad back bare, showing off his muscles and strength. His skin was a soft gray, pale color. A smokey gray color that suited his raven black hair.

His hair was long, reaching past his shoulders. He had black tattoos covering his back and arms, his hands covered as well. They moved like living things, slowly like smoke in the air, creeping up towards the heavens. Looking over him, I take in his hunched over back, one hand bracing himself against the fireplace, looming over the flickering flames. Heat didn’t bother him, I don’t think he even feels pain.

We were great together in that way. He feels no pain and all I feel is pain. Emotional pain caused by my every nightmare and trauma from childhood abuse. He helps keep that pain away by taking it for himself. He made it so I could breath again, only when I’m near him does it go away.

Stepping closer quietly, I notice in his other hand is something he is clutching. His breathing is harsh and erratic. Not in the exciting way that gets my blood going for him, but in a frantic matter. Worried, I step closer and reach out a hand for him. “Don’t.” He snarls in warning.

I pull my hand back without a second thought. I know what he could do, the power he holds. I’m not naive to it, I just can’t help playing with fire when it keeps me warm at night, no matter how hot the flames may get. It’s better than being cold. “You shouldn’t have came here.” His voice is low and bells go off in my head. It sounded like a warning.

“I know.” I whisper, my voice so quiet I could barely hear myself but I know he heard me. He could even hear a heart beating with his sensitive hearing. “It’s not safe for you here.” He warns again and if I were smart I’d run for the hills but I can’t. It feels right being near him and wrong when I’m not.

He turns his head to the side to look over at me and its like I’m staring at an angel. He was perfect. With his red full lips, high cheekbones and soulful eyes that made me feel like I was staring at the galaxy. They were black with swirls of colors that kept changing. His hair framed his face with thick curls and horns that sloped over his head and ended up with the ends curling up, pointing upwards.

But his eyes, today they were all black. Like a bottomless pit threatening to swallow me whole. All of a sudden I didn’t feel too safe here. “Dravon.” I whisper his name, trying to remain calm.

“Don’t.” He growls back, turning to face me. Before, I found his towering height of seven foot two alluring and intriguing, but now, I never felt so small and in danger before. His fangs were peeking over his full bottom lip in a snarl and his eyebrows were down in rage.

In his clenched hand is a knife, dripping with blood. My eyes widen and my heart stops before it starts to pound. “Stop,” he growls at me, flashing his teeth at me. “You’re making it hard to not hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” I question, fear and hurt taking hold of me. With a growl, he drops the knife and it clunks against the stone floor. The only color in here was red and I knew at that moment I’d be next if I didn’t leave. I take a small step back, being cautious to not make the predator in him pounce.

“Serenity, don’t take another step.” He warns me in a low voice, trying to remain calm. I take another step back and another, the stairs forever away, making me wonder if I can reach them before he can reach me first.

“Serenity, don’t! You promised me, we made a deal.” He reminds me as he clenches his hands by his sides. His dark pants were hung low on his hips with a sharp v pointing towards his groin. I could tell he was getting excited and that scared me more than anything else in that moment.

“You’re going to hurt me.” I whisper out, reaching out a blind hand for the wall by the steps.

“We made a deal, you won’t break that deal, Serenity.” He warns me, stepping closer to me. At that moment, I didn’t feel like his lover anymore and him the gentle partner. I was the prey and he was the predator.

“Don’t take another step.” Dravon whispers in a dark tone.

Keeping my front to him, I quickly take steps backwards, keeping my eyes on him. “I shouldn’t have came here.” I remind him, trying my damndest to leave.

“No you shouldn’t have.” He agrees with me softly. “But you are here.” He looks at me angrily and I’ve never regretted anything so much before in my life. If looks could kill, I’d be buried six feet under already.

“I'm sorry.” I cry out and turn around quickly to flee up the rest of the stairs. Right before I turn completely around, I see him launch himself up towards me. I cry out again, louder and push myself faster up the stairs. I slam into the door with my hand on the door knob and fall on the other side, banging my knee and breaking the skin.

I slap my hand down and try to crawl forward, the glowing door down the hallway glowing gold and shimmering brightly. A bright beacon drawing me to safety. Big rough hands circle around my hips and I fight back, kicking my feet out, trying to throw him back from me.

My foot lands on his chest and with a snarl he lets me go. I scramble on my hands and knees, tears clouding my eyes as I reach for that door. Dravon roars behind me and grabs me again, turning me over to face him. “You promised, we made a deal. You can’t break it now. It’s far too late for that.”

He reminds me in a dark tone, a tone he never once used with me before. “But, you’ll hurt me.” He gives me a smile, one as hauntingly charming as himself.

“You’ll like it.” I shake my head no and try to scoot back from him. He wraps his arm around my hips and drags me closer to him until my groin was flush with his. A pang of lust hits me as he drags the nightdress up, revealing the white lace underwear I wore for him.

He grinds his hard erection into my pussy and I gasp, feeling the rough material push and grind into the sensitive flesh there. I drop my head back and Dravon wraps his other hand into my long blonde hair, tipping my head back more and exposing my arched neck. I peek up at him and catch him gazing at me lustfully with his long fangs bared at me. I try to push him away with my hands against his chest but an invisible force, forces my hands back down and restrains them behind my back.

Dravon’s fey magic, restraining me for his pleasure. His hips kept a steady rhythm, hitting my clit with each thrust and grind up he made.

“Please, Dravon-” I begin to beg pitifully. He leans down and kisses me, his full lips swallowing my smaller ones in a punishing kiss. His fangs pressed hard into my lips, nipping them and making me bleed. He sucks my lip into his mouth and moans. I whimper into his mouth and he pulls away to kiss up my neck, pressing his fangs into my neck along the way up to my ear.

“You want me to hurt you, you like it. I can smell how much you like it.”

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