The Darkest Twist : A Lords Of The Underworld Fanfiction [Mature]

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Him, Damian kissed my lips softly, savouring my taste in his. His hands slowly travel to my back, caressing my bare skin. As he pushed closer to me, I can feel his manhood harden underneath his trousers.

I flap open his steel-grey jacket, and explored my hand on his chest beneath his shirt. He squeezed my buttocks hard as I open his shirt button one by one, and slipping my hand, touching his chest skin-to-skin. He grunted in passion when my fingers brushed his nipple, and he lifted me up, throwing me on the bed. He threw away his shirt and took his pants off, leaving his boxer briefs on, though it didn't really cover anything. He is now so hard it must be painful how his manhood is confined in his briefs.

I don't move a muscle as he put my hands on top of my head and held it there with one hand, the other caressing my neck, my collarbone and my chest. When his fingers actually flipped open the barely existent fabric over my skin and he kissed my nipple lightly, I moaned in deep pleasure. I can feel my core getting hot now. He let go of my hands when he had to take off my dress, of which I wore nothing beneath.

He lowered his head to suck my nipple, and I moaned in pleasure. He treated my nipple with such passion and love by the time he's done it's harder than rock, which I brushed against him when I arched my back in pleasure.

He went on to treat my other nipple with the same intensity he did its sibling. I moaned and moaned repeatedly. After he was finished with my breasts, he trailed kisses up my neck and stayed there, biting and sucking.

"Oh baby, why are you love biting ?" I asked in fragile moans.

"You're way out of my league. I'm crazy if I don't claim you," he whispered on my neck, making me even more horny than I am now. And trust me, I am plenty turned on right now. I sat up, bringing him sitting with me. I grind my upper body against him, feeling his manhood on my thigh. I am bare naked now, and I'm enjoying the ogle he gave my entire body in its full glory.

I lowered my body on his, my hands rubbing all over his toned body until I reach the corners of his brief. "Now, now.. time to say hi," I said cheekily, and pulled down his brief. It was difficult getting them past his knees seeing as he's kneeling, so he stood up and took them off himself. He hovered over the bed, fully naked. His manhood was glorious. Long, thick and throbbing. I felt like a goddess under his stare, sitting messily on the bed. I sat like a kid, crossing my leg. Then an idea came to mind which I know would drive him crazy.

I spread my legs slowly until they're wide open, fully exposing my naked, pink püssy to him. They were dripping wet, as is my demon. She's so thirsty for the feeling of his cock deep inside me, inside us. He climbed onto the bed like a predator, and I giggled femininely. He put his lips on mine with undeniable pressure, and his tongue explored every centimeters inside my mouth. I pulled my lips away from his and lowered my body. I deliberately grased my breasts again his manhood before putting my lips on them.

He growled a primal sound and bucked his hips when I took half his length in my mouth, my tongue flicking the little entrance, tasting his saltiness. Then I deep throated him, holding onto his V line. I sucked him like a pro (which I am) until I can feel him throbbing so hard it must be painful, then I let him go and snaked up his body so fast and let myself down unto his considerable length.

I moaned loudly when his cöck penetrated me slowly but satingly. He was surprised that he was already inside me, tight and hot, then I can feel him exploding inside me, spreading his seed. I reached my climax and hung on to him tightly as he rode me. He was still rock hard even after ejaculating. He rocked inside me, his shaft entering and pulling repeatedly. When his motion became faster and faster, I couldn't hold my shouts. This man knew how to fück a girl.

"Fück, fück," I moaned repeatedly. We both lasted no longer than a few minutes before reaching our peak.

"I'm coming!" I shrieked and called out his name as I spurted out my juices, and upon the hotness Damian climaxed under me.

Then he took me with him, I'm still on his lap and pulled me down lying on the bed with him, and he fell asleep instantly.

Yum, the demon Charm said inside my head, then she fell asleep, too. Grateful for the temporary silence, I climbed off Damian, pulling his still semi hard cöck out of my dripping püssy. Then I went to his luxurious bathroom to clean myself a bit, put on my dress and sneaked out of his room, leaving the man naked and asleep. (And super hot).

I walked over to the road and tried to hail a cab, but none was seen in sight. I panicked and decided to walk to my flat's direction, hoping to get a cab before my legs wore out. It has already worn out by the mindblowing sex. I walked less than 100 meters when a figure slipped in front of me so fast. Charm, who was asleep in my head woke up immediately and roared loud, causing my sight to turn red. I can feel the irises, the colour of my eye turning from steel gray to blood red.

But then I saw who it was. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a man from the past, an uncanny mirror of myself. I saw his face and another man's. Aeron. The Keeper Of Wrath. His jet black wings flapped a few more times before folding to his back. I stood there, silent. But Aeron was nothing compared to the other man. With golden hair that would make Goldilocks jealous, clear blue eyes and ripped body, that man was masculinity itself. I looked at his face and saw my own, with different colourings everywhere. His hair was golden whereas mine is burgundy brown. His eyes are blue whereas mine are gray. His lips are pale whereas mine are red. My soulmate. Half of my soul. My twin brother.

"Lucrezia," he whispered, as soft as the wind. I feel a tear fall down my cheek. He strode over to me, and I couldn't gather the power to walk away from him. Charm is whimpering in my head, whining and asking for a touch, a kiss, something. I feel a small gasp escaping my lips when his hand touched my bare arm, a skin to skin contact. Not even a second after, a pair of lips consumed mine with great fire. His lips met mine in a blazing kiss, his tongue darting straight into my mouth, exploring every inch. I gave my tongue to his, twisting it with his own. I was unable to pull back and stop the kiss, instead I felt a surge of power going through between us, and I bit his upper lip while he bit the bottom part of my lips. Our kiss was ferocious, hungry, angry, desperate, loving.

My power grew more by the minutes we kissed, until I felt it reach maximum, and we both pulled back at the exact same time. His hands took me in an embrace, each resting on my shoulder blades. I rest my forehead on his and let out a breath.

"Paris," I said.