Maisy
I ran my fingers on the rough surface of the mirror. It was terrifying, seeing how deep the scarring was. I wanted badly to put it behind me but no one was in the room. It didn't make any sense.
The whispers came again. This time, they sounded like they were in pain. It was a chime of horrifying hushed voice.
"Who's that?" I yelled into the darkness, Whatever force was doing this.
I heard a clicking sound coming from the door out and watched it move. The door slowly opened. Like I was being controlled by a force, I followed.
Immediately I strode out, The door slammed shut scaring me senseless.
I closed my eyes and the whispers came again, the calling of my name on a thousand tongues. In a trance-like state, I maneuvered the castle like I had been there the whole time. The voices led me to huge twin doors.
My hands began to sweat and my breath loudened.
Why was I here? What laid in store for me inside?
The spirits continued their manipulation and I reached hands to the golden hinge
Its golden hinge was dusty and worn but glowed with proud age as I admired the intricacies in its ornate structure.
I pushed and the heavy door creaked open. I could see partially what resided within.
"This was the gallery."
I entered but was immediately pulled sharply outside.
"What are you doing?" Eric croaked.
"I... I..." I stammered, unable to find the perfect excuse to give him.
"I was just checking around. It was boring being alone in the room." I finally gave the perfect excuse. I had contemplated telling him about the writing on the mirror and the voices that would not just shut up but I kept silent. I didn't believe in ghost and I was sure he would just make sure of it.
"I'm sorry." He apologized and pulled me closer to him.
I had this strange assumption he was trying to avoid something. I fixed my gaze into the gallery wondering why he had pulled me out so briskly.
He saw me staring at the door and went ahead to shut it.
"It's too late to be wandering around." He said, "Let's go."
I smiled and followed him back to the room arm in arm but my mind lingered at the gallery. It was hard to explain but I believed something was waiting for me.
"Do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Eric when we got back to the bedroom.
"No." He replied as he collapsed on the bed.
He was present clad in a light silk golden robe that bared his chest. I felt lust rush over me instantly.
It was hard to control my desires when I was close to him but strangely he hadn't made the first move.
I stripped down to a similar black nightgown and joined him in bed. I made sure it exposed my cleavages in such a way that even the devil would drool.
Men were made to make the first move and Today would be the day.
***
Eric
Good Lord!, my dick itched in the comfortable robe I was wearing.
Seeing Maisy half-naked was more than tempting. My wolf fought its barriers to have a taste.
There was no way I was losing control again. Each time it was let free from its shackles, It caused pain to everyone I cared about.
I turned the other way going against its conduct. It wasn't very pleased. It continued to fight its way out and very soon it was winning the battle. My head was filled with pictures of Maisy begging for more, Her screams of pain and my grunts of ecstasy.
I couldn't hold myself any longer.
I got to my feet and scurried outside. My wolf punished me for neglecting his wants and the pains of my bones being crushed inside me sent me shaking.
It wanted release.
A walk in the garden would be enough to keep it at bay.
Nothing but the quietness of nature.
The Royal Garden was built by my late mother. It was the only thing I could remember her by as my father had taken away any momentum she left behind after her death to harden us.
The bonsai trees lined the perfect lawn. In the center of the trees was a pond as large as a small lake with flowering lily pads and a wooden bridge that crossed the middle so the exotic koi carp could be observed.
The breeze relaxed me and slowly the hold the wolf had over me was gone.
I thought about Tatia and how much she would be disappointed in me for stooping so low.
"What a surprise.", Sara joined me by the bridge.
I ignored her antics. I knew what she was here for and sadly I had caused it.
"What do you want Sara?" I demanded.
Seeing her so close reminded me of that night.
"I just thought I should walk in the garden and coincidentally we met." She answered in an overall exaggerated manner.
"Everything is not about you Eric. After all, You take what you want and when you're done, you throw it to the ground."
I did not miss the message.
"Stop it, Sara! Whatever happened that night was a mistake and I regret it."
"No Eric. It was a night of passion. I felt your need when you pulse inside me. Just give me one more chance."
She approached me seductively and placed her hand on my crotch daringly.
My body betrayed me. I got an instant erection and not to be wrong, I was horny as hell but I knew better than to go back to my mistakes.
"No Sara." I pushed away her 'grabby' hands-off, "We can still stay Friends but..."
"But you're over me." She finished, "You took everything away from me Eric. My inheritance, My virginity and now my love."
"I'm sorry if you feel that way but let's bury those skeletons." I mustered to say.
She looked at me, teary-eyed.
"Bury the skeletons? We can't Eric. You will be mine and always mine. I know you only married her for her inheritance like you married Tatia."
"Don't ever say that again!" I roared, losing control over myself, So much that I held her by the throat.
"I like it when you take me roughly." She said, licking my fingers.
I was bewildered.
"You're sick!" I stated and walked off.
"So much for relaxation."
***
Conrad
I fondled her heavy soft breast as she moaned in pure excitement.
My dick was stone hard in my pants, wanting to break their way out. It sent a sweet pain over me.
Emilia used her butt to torture me seeing how turned up I was.
My wolf instantly took over and I let it. I wanted it to torture her while I watched.
It turned her to me roughly and she knew the drill. She got down on her knees and worshipped me.
Lubricating my dick with saliva and sucking it.
Sh*t!, I moaned as her tongue danced on me.
The pleasure didn't last long since she wasn't deep throat but I gave her a reason to. I reached for her head and pushed it on the way down, Enjoying her torture as she gasped for Oxygen. The gurgling sound she made as she tried to breathe made me want all of her at once.
"Yes! Yes..." She mouthed as I thrust in her mouth, liking the way her throat constricted when I was deep enough.
I pulled out, having enough of her mouth and threw her on the bed. She got rid of her undergarments and made a missionary pose ready for my 'Ever hard' dick.
I put my fingers into her vagina and made it wet, ready for me.
When it was slick enough, I slid in.
"Oh!!!" She gasped.
Just the way, I liked it. I wanted them screaming when I penetrated. I thrust deep and swiftly.
I wanted her to have no rest, Just pain. When I was done with her, She needed to walk on her toes.
If only Anthony knew what I did to his darling wife each night.
"Now we can talk," I muttered huskily.
"Oh...It's about Eric. He's back." She cried.
The intensity at which I thrust into her was now slow-paced to give her the opportunity to discuss without screaming and shaking.
"I know. Did he find the girl?" I asked, adding saliva to my shaft for faster lubrication.
"Yes. He did. She's married to him..."
It made me burn and I Fu*ked Maisy with the rage I felt.
She screamed harder but meeting my thrust like she enjoyed the moment.
What could I say? She hated the Clarkes just as much as I hated my step Brothers. They ruined her life and they ruined my reputation.
Together we would ruin them, Take back everything they took from us.
I climaxed but withdrew before I could cum inside her, spewing semen on her and the bed cover.
I collapsed on the bed, satisfied and filled with Bliss.