His warm breath on my sweat covered thighs caused me to jolt, arching my back and begging for him not to make me come again. It was too much, but I couldn't fight the arms holding me down, or the man who captured my lips in his to silence me from being too loud.
His tongue met my clit, forcing a cry from my lips, which the other man swallowed, growling into my mouth with a hunger I wasn't able to feed.
I felt two fingers press against my pussy, evoking a whimper from withinin my chest.
"Good girl, Lizabeth, let us hear you more..." a third man commanded as the one swallowing my lips removed himself, instead holding my hips in place as I bucked them in an attempt to escape from the fingers prodding around my hole.
They forced themselves inside of me, causing a loud moan to escape my quivering body. His tongue was back on my clit, circling it and occasionally pressing down on it. More sound escaped me as the fingers inside curled and twisted, hitting just the right spots to drive yet another orgasm from me.
My hole stretched as another finger was added, my orgasm crashing down on me as I cried out.
"I'm cumming! Fuck... Sir, please!" I whimpered. The pleasure of the orgasm rolled through me as all the hands on my body left, my mind dwindling down into a pit of darkness, forever impure. But as I finally relaxed, a pair of lips brushed my ear.
"Lizabeth... You will be ours..." The hot breath on my ear startled me awake, short and quick bursts of breath flowing through my lungs as I looked around my chambers. I was only met with darkness and the heat between my legs from that sinful dream made me clench my thighs together, only bringing me a small bit of relief.
"Father would whip me if he could see my dreams..." My voice was shaky, breathless, but nonetheless, tired. Father, as if the man were truly one, he only accepted the fact I was his daughter because he had locked mother away for all those years so there was no way for her to commit adultery. He only saw me as a money maker, a prostitute to sell to men. There was always only one rule, to keep me pure.
Those men were horrid, using my body as an outlet for their lust; their anger. My body would forever be tainted by them; forever marred from their cruelty.
The lock on my chamber door began to rattle, as if the person unlocking it were panicked and in a rush.
"Lizabeth! Open this door young lady!" My fathers mistress, Adalaide, called. My feet hit the freezing cobble floor, carrying me to the large oak door that had protected me from my fathers anger over the last 19 years.
I grabbed the handle, turning it and pulling the door open slowly, I met Adalaides gaze. She was, indeed, panicked as she grabbed me by the arm and began leading me through the halls of the manor and to the front room.
The halls were quiet, for once, no bustling of the maids, no men coming to greet me after talking to father, even the wind was calm in the winter night. The cracks in the stone walls were small, yet still noticeable, and as we passed by my mother's portrait, hung near a window that showcased the garden she had loved so much, the pain in my heart came back to life, a small tear sliding down my cheek and leaving a small wet mark on the sleeve of my nightgown as I wiped it away.
As we neared the front room, I heard the calm, yet tense, talking of three men, scolding my father. I tucked my head down and folded my hands infront of me as Adalaide led me into the room.
The three men hushed, Adalaide leading me to stand beside my father.
"Why is she not clothed? Those rags are hardly proper for the daughter of a Duke to wear!" The deep irritated voice of a man met my ears. As I glanced at the tattered nightgown that fell just above my knees, my stomach tightened in shame for not dressing myself before I came. The stains on these rags were different shades of brown, small tears near my chest exposed parts of my ribcage from when men were just too eager to wait.
"You wished for me to keep her alive, you did not instruct me to care for her as if she mattered to me." Father gritted out. A pang of hurt erupted in my chest, although I already knew this, him admitting it always hurt more than it should have.
"Look at us, Lizabeth." The tone was deep, angry, yet controlled.
I raised my head, meeting the gazes of the three men. Three attractive men.
As I met the eyes of the dark haired man in the middle, my heart began to race. His eyes, they werent human. They were purely black, there were no whites in his eyes, no color, just a dark void. Just like the man from my dreams.
"There are those pretty green orbs..." He mumbled. A shiver crept down my spine as he stepped around the table in the center of the room and came toward me. "You know how long I've waited to see your eyes fill in fear and curiosity when you look at me?"
I froze, a small whimper escaping my lips as he leaned down, his lips almost touching my ear. My eyes widened, looking to the 2 other men who seemed preoccupied in arguing with my father, over what? I couldn't focus enough to know. The warm breath hitting my ear had my mind rendered useless.
"Almost 20 years have gone by since I last saw you.." His hands curled around my waist, the smell of smoke and cigars greeting my senses, spiking fear into my heart and soul. "Since I last looked into your pure mortal eyes and realized...
You will be ours, Lizabeth." My breathing halted, my eyes pivoting into darkness, unable to deny the foreboding embrace that promised calamity.
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Thank you for reading the first chapter of Men of Sin, I hope you stick around for more. I upload every week so I have time to write you all long chapters with 1000+ words.
