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"Don't be afraid." He whispered, as he gently laid her down upon his bed. "I promise, I'm not going to hurt you." He placed a kiss upon her forehead, and then walked away. However he soon came back, carrying two black silk scarves. Her body trembled, as he sauntered back over to her. The burning lust, within his eyes, was accompanied only by a wicked smile. Feeling nothing but uncertainty, her heart rate increased as well as her breathing."W-What are you going to do with those?" She whimpered.
"Shh.." he whispered. "Just relax, I'm going to take care of you." He took the one scarf, and lightly tied her wrists to the headboard. As he did so, his eyes stared into her's the whole time as he gave her a slight smirk. Her breathing became even more rapid, as she was she became terrified, yet aroused at the same time.
What he was attempting seemed frightening, but strangely, also erotic. He then he took the other scarf, and slowly tied It over her eyes, completely blindfolding her. Fearful of the idea of being literally kept int the dark, she slowly started to hyperventilate.
"Pl-please!" She cried. "I'm scared. I have hardly any experience, and the only experience that I had was with the genie. But technically, that was just a dream." A tear soon escaped her left eye, but she soon felt his fingers gently wipe it away.
"There's no reason to be afraid." He whispered. "Believe me, I know exactly what I am doing. I'm going to share a secret with you, the submissive is the one with all the power. True the dominant takes total control. But it is the submissive who's needs are being taken care of, you don't have to do anything. I'm covering you eyes to block your sense of sight, that will only intensify your sense of touch."
"Then why are you retraining me?" She asked.
"Why are you not trying to break free from your restraints." He cooed. "I hardly restrained you at all. You see my dear, fairies, are like muses. In fact, I guess you could say we inspire. Some children are able to see us. But as they grow older they only remember us, if at all, as their imaginary friends. Though I was never the type of fairy, that inspired children. I preferred grown women."
"What are you talking about?" Hope asked. "I don't understand."
"You see I, like some of my other brethren, are the embodiment of every dark sexual desire." He explained. "A few of us have been every woman's darkest fantasy, that many women would never want to admit, not even to yourselves. Like the way you-yourself, secretly desired to be tied up, and dominated."
Feeling as though her darkest thoughts were now on total display, she began to blush. "H-how do you know that?"
"As I said I know all of your hidden desires, locked away, even from your own conscience mind." He told her. "Then again, you probably do know that those dark fantasies are there. You just feel too ashamed to admit to any of them. Because society has told you that such feelings are wrong. But in truth, it is not emotions, and desires are evil. It's what you do with them. We are what inspires the dark seductive villains in art, literature, music, mythology, and more recently, multi-media. Mankind has refereed to my brother's and I as an Incubus, while our female counterparts are referred to as a Succubus."
"You-you're a demon?" She cried, as her body was not trembling in fear.
"Relax, don't worry my dear." He said in a soothing whisper. "I can assure you that neither I, nor any dark fairy, am a demon. It was an unjust title given to us, by those who didn't understand us. We are beings who possess great power, plus we have inspired many to explore their sexuality. The very few of your kind who knew about us, feared us. We were misunderstood, and wrongfully assumed to be associated with the devil. But keep in mind that man's first sin was being ashamed of his own nudity. In fact most paintings in the Sistine Chapel, in Rome, depict naked people in heaven. Yet all of the clothed people in hell."
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Animalistic Desires
FantasyI do not own the images in this story. What evil lurks in the hearts of most men, or in this case--mythical creatures? Amorous lust, desire, and obsession are what drives these seductively dark mythological beings to possess the reluctant objects...