ShadowPixie's blog: "Beginning..."

He slips through with a wicked laugh, feeling the shadows swirling. Feeling the anguish and betrayal. Though he is a cad, he caresses just the edge of the wall with the barest touch to the shadows for bringing him here. His breath catches, his body tenses, as eyes quickly flash darting to the bed. The smile, a mixture of lust and venom twists those lips. Easily moving behind a curtain as her screams fills the room, and him, like the sweetest music.

He watches himself bring her body to another shaking orgasm that rips more screams from her. A mix of sweet pain, and horrible pleasure. The him of that time slapping at her exposed flesh as she writhers on the bed trying to close herself to protect as such as relish the pain, pleasure, everything filling her, going through her, making her...

The bed of metal with a cruel lovely design moves slightly. Where the shackles bounce now grabbed as she is opened roughly. They are closed to bite along her wrists, her ankles, and her head yanked back by the long black strands. The collar around her throat biting in as a few chains force it under her chin more. Forcing head back more, along with his strong grasp.
Snarling in her face, forcing her eyes up, "Look at her, cunt...look up at her and see where you belong?" The mirror over the bed showing all she would have been able to ignore. To shut out just closing her eyes, but it would still show it all. The trembling, sobbing black haired girl spread on the bed. The strong brutal loving man over her holding her there. As much for his pleasure as for her own good.
His other hand once more mauls at her full breasts. Bringing her back to her body to feel. Letting her catch her breath before the hand slips down slapping at her mound. Digging his fingers in hard, in an almost cruel manner if anyone were to see. But the feel of that hard hand grabbing her, pushing in holding just brings her back to him. Once more he pumps a little before it becomes harder and faster in that hole, so wet it squishes more and more.
Driving her down a path so familiar, to the very edge once more. Holding her there, letting her see the fall into that abyss. One hand cruelly pumping to keep her there. Tethered by the other hand caressing the wet, sweat drenched locks. The soft kisses on her face, reminding her of what lies under all the, almost brutal, passionate pumping. Until those lips devour hers, the hands grips her hair to force her to let herself go. To trust he'll catch her, protect her from everything, even his own caustic tongue.
Arching hard, after months, hours, of battling, she finally opens herself completely. The drop is a heavenly decent into hell as the fire from the abyss laps at her trying to consume her completely just to stop from her welcoming embrace of what she thinks is the outcome. She is stoped before burning herself up by his body covering hers. Mounting his bitch finally to claim her not as before. Not just for the pain and pleasure of it, but to finally completely have what belongs to HIM!
Slamming into her for all he's worth, as he wraps himself around her to catch her. Rolling them both in that fire that would burn and consume any other. But together it wraps them both in its heated embrace causing their passion to explode one last time, yet for the first time as one!
She feels so heavy, yet so empty, and fueled with a lightness. His body pins her, the chains hold her open, but with all that originally making her so vulnerable. He is there protecting her, holding her as her champion should.
He nuzzles her flesh, tasting her surrender to him, so intoxicating. Cooing at her as if she were a baby. "Look at her baby. Look at her now. She is that much stronger than she ever was before." Petting her sweaty hair, touching over the collar that goes from a cruel metal to a hugging darkness that hugs her throat. Hands moving caressing where the shackles hold her, the chains fall away leaving what is now adorned cuffs holding her wrists and ankles, hands moving still over what he has finally conquered.
Her body shivers, as her heart begins to slow from it's pounding against her ribs. Dark eyes shimmering watching her champion able to claim her, to adorn her as he sees fit to keep her safe. Licking dry lips that still tremble listening to him intently. "That's it baby, just relax, and realize your new place, where you belong. Have always belonged." He smiles as he slowly slides off her body, as his duties weigh on his back no longer able to push off. He kiss her face, caresses her body once more whispering "Rest now, I will return to you."
Before she can say anything he is gone. She looks up at herself for a bit longer before she slowly turns onto her stomach sliding herself over the bed with a shudder feeling to empty yet so full at the same time.
He watches, a glimmer in his eyes at the memory, just to have it turn cold, his lips twisting as he breaths a growl, "So short a time. It was stolen, that time was stolen, but not here....here you're still mine!" He pushes the curtain aside and begins to step to the bed very quietly not letting her know he is there yet. His eyes raping her flesh, licking his lips as he thinks of what he is going to do to her since the real her has escaped him...for now.