The Cabin | D.M 18+

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TW: Sexual themes. Viewer discretion is advised.

- DRACO -

'I don't fucking hate this.'

I said it. Finally, I gave up.

The battle was over. My mind collapsed and my heart glimmered, outshined by the purity of my raw emotions that were imprisoned by the hatred and fury of my mind.

My chest, cracked and shattered. I was ruthless with my minutes now. I fucked her harder, faster and deeper, and yet still I felt the mind numbing ease that swam through my soul.

She purified me. Like the clean water of any river. Sucking the ill and bad. I drained her from the good and right.

This feeling was overwhelming. Heavier than any tonne. Far superior than whatever Astoria made me feel. But my God did I feel ill when thinking of her when I was embracing Belle.

There was no one else anymore. Just Belle. Belle McGarrishen.

Little Belle.

My Belle.

Because she made me feel a level of euphoria that was indescribable. It was inhuman. Unearthly. Such pleasure wavered through my veins and I was unbearably struggling with the dagger.

I had to stop it. Stop myself from hurting her. Or just even the threat of it.

The universe was telling me no, my nature was screaming the same and every single person, being soul and guardian bellowed to have that dagger thrown away. So I did.

There was simply nothing I could do. But devour her.

Mark her my own and empty my soul into the sweet, luxuriousness of her inability and knowledge of sex. It made me pulse inside her again.

Her heart was in sync with mine, beating a ominous yet wistful melody. Like an opera or birds of forestry had awoken in the morning and completely strained the winds and snow outside.

It was euphoria. The peak. The sultry confinement of deliriousness.

Never, in any of my encounters had I felt this. It was perhaps a feeling that I wanted over and over again. I was addicted and my stomach churned.

She was worse than cocaine, heroin and opiates combined.

My curled, plump lips pressed hers, lustfully claiming her and with the flick of my tongue, I deemed surprise when she retaliated and listened to the advice I gave her the first time we kissed.

Her tongue followed and we didn't battle for dominance, we searched and caressed. Eagerly.

Soft, delicate. Nothing more than fluffy clouds. Not giving too much where it kept one another eager. And damn her for doing so because I fucking wanted her all over me.

Her hips rolled into mine and I roared into her mouth, palms gripped her waist and let them caress down her soft, delicate skin. My calloused and scarred fingers stroked down across until I reached her thighs.

I bucked, thrusting my cock inside her, deeper and deeper. The friction so overwhelmingly good as we claimed each other.

Skin on skin slapping alongside heavy breaths caused my ears to twinkle. I wanted her to be loud. Screaming, begging. Everything. All thanks to me.