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Pleasure In Darkness 1

Pleasure In Darkness 1

by choxogirl
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The night was so dark, Gulfie didn't have an inkling of an idea of how to get her drunk friend home. They'd come here in her friend's car, and then Lissa got drunk, though she promised not to, and Gulfie would have driven them herself, but she didn't know how to drive stick shift. She couldn't call a cab because both of their phones had died earlier in the night, and the guy who'd offered them a ride, Gulfie was sure the man was a party creeper. His beady eyes had latched onto Lissa when he'd seen her stumbling around. Gulfie's just glad she'd gotten to her in time, or lord knows what would've happened. What luck, right? Gulfie cursed to herself. What fucking luck. Now she was dragging her friend through an old cemetery that had been here since this town had been built. The massive GridIron lettering above the gate read WILLOWCREEK CEMETERY in a font she'd never seen before.

As their feet cross over the threshold, every hair on her body stands on end. Looking around, everything in her screamed for them to leave, and as much as she wanted to, they had to get through here to the other side. Walking around would take too long with a half conscious and fully inebriated female hanging off of her would take too long. Too damn long

"I love you, Fi," Lissa gurgled as she tripped over her feet as I carried her. "You're such a good friends."

"Words cannot express how pissed I am at you right now," I grind my jaw in what seems like pure rage.

"Aw, c-c'mon," she hiccuped. "I'm sorry."

"You sure as hell would have been sorry if I hadn't spotted you when I did. If I hadn't, the guy i'm sure was probably a date rapist, would have dragged your ass off somewhere." I hoisted her up, pulling her sagging body against mine.

Lissa mumbled something unintelligible, and then her head drooped, the curtain of Mahogany hair falling into her face, and Gulfie sighed. What a fucking night.

As they waded through, the gravel beneath their feet crunched and shuffled, crackling against one another, the plume of dust from them, visible even in the night as it swirled around their feet. Looking around, Gulfie was able to make out old headstones, covered in old long dead and wilted flowers, slanting every which way from the years of harsh weather. The headstones themselves looked...beaten down, cracks in them large enough to make one think they were split by lightning, with green moss growing in the cracks and the names on them faded from the years of neglect.

Turning her attention away from the headstones, it turned toward the grass, which looked like it had grown so high, anything could be lurking in it's depths. The thought made Gulfie's skin crawl. Everything about this place made Gulfie want to head for the hills. There was this dangerous energy that surrounded this place. Something dark that had an unbreakable grasp on this place. The air felt heavy, thick even. Nothing about this place seemed safe. Gulfie was so deep into her thoughts, she didn't remember lumbering her way over to opening of a Mausoleum. She blinked, a frown forming on her face. How had she gotten here?

The door to the Mausoleum slid open, gaping wide. Then suddenly, the Moon was unshrouded from behind the thicket of clouds covering it, and the silver moonlight flooded through out. Taking in the room, it would be as you would think. Old. Dusty. Dried and dead leaves cast along the floor with other plants. The air was old and musty. Stale from the years of not being open. Gulfie sat Lissa down against the wall, then took a step out of the light pouring in, the sound of my heels bouncing off of the walls. She looked around, not really knowing what to do. Why was I still here? Gulfie thought. Why hadn't I just taken Lissa and left? She tried to turn and grab Lissa to leave, but her legs wouldn't follow.

"What the hell?" she looked down at her legs.

She turned herself back, and took a step forward. When she tried to backtrack, the same thing happened. It's like she was stuck there, trapped by something. Instead of panicking like she wanted to, she took a deep breath before turning around. Her heart began to race in her chest as she moved closer to the wall in front of her, with the names of several people engraved into stone. Gulfie suddenly found herself standing at a spiraling staircase, leading down to the lower part of the Mausoleum. Knowing that she couldn't turn back, all she could do was move forward,or rather down until she took the last step. Walking forward,Gulfie came to an Iron like gate, old and rusted, though it looked as if it still held some back bone to it. The closer she came, she noticed it was slightly ajar. Gulfie pushed it open, the groan of rusted iron against old bolts reverberating through the space. The light didn't fully reach the end of the room, but it looked as if the only thing in here was an unmarked massive stone Tomb that dominated the room.

I turned to look back the stair case she'd come from. Her instincts were to turn tail and get the hell out of here, but she couldn't help but feel drawn closer. Gulfie was curious about what was pulling me here, and maybe once she found out, she would be able to leave this place behind me. Moving forward, her hand slid along the Tomb, the rough texture grazing her fingers as she went. Looking at the letters chiseled into the stone, they read Malik. No last name. Gulfie thought that was odd, but she liked the name. Not knowing what to do, she just stood there. Now that she was here, what was supposed to happen?

As if to answer her question. The sound of stone grinding on stone startled pulled her attention back. A she turned to look, the lid of the lid as sliding off of the top, falling to the ground with a thunderous crash. Gulfie was too shocked to move as a dark figure sat up from inside, snarling. It turned two glowing eyes her way, and Gulfie almost screamed.

An inhuman voice grumbled.

Holy shit. Gulfie stumbled back from the creature almost losing her balance as the iron gate slammed closed the booming sound resounding throughout.

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There was really nothing she could do, but watch it slowly stand to it's enormous size and step out. Gulfie began to move towards the only source of light in the room, though she didn't know what good it would do. As both feet touch the floor, Gulfie heard what sounds like an intake of breath, and an exhale. Then it seemed to shrug it's shoulders before it's eyes landed on her, and she decided it was a bad idea to move into the light. It's not like there was anything could be done about it now as she watched it watch her. On the outside, Gulfie was as calm as could be, but on the inside, there was a riot going on, rocking her to her core. It cocked it's head to the side for a moment, and then began to advance, one step at a time.

There was no way in hell she was going to show any fear to this thing. She stood her ground has it neared. The thought of watching it approach had Gulfie's eyes shutting tight. The room was completely void of noise as it approached. Not even a whisper. The hairs on her body stood erect as it neared, and she opened her eyes. Gulfie didn't even know what to do.

"Holy hell," I moved away from him and into the darkness as he advanced.

He stood almost six and a half feet tall. Enormous shoulders that could block out the world. His skin was the color of ash, his veins bulging out of his body where it was visible, which was almost everywhere, and he look as if he'd been petrified for the last century. They wrapped around his forearm winding up his thick biceps before traveling across his well defined pecs to the center of his chest, where the other veins seemed to be making their way to as well. His face was all hard square lines and and planes, and his eyes the color of glowing silver dollars, though Gulfie wasn't sure that was his true eye color. His hair color looked to be an Inky black, though she couldn't tell much else about it.

As she receded into the darkness, he moved into the light, though only to follow her. Reaching behind herself her hands disappeared into the folds of the dress she was wearing, and she pulled out two knives she always kept on her.

"What year is it?" his deep voice inquired, the sound stopping Gulfie's hands in their place. What the hell?

"2014." Gulfie didn't stop moving as she answered, and he didnt stop advancing.

By the time they stop, Gulfie ends up on the far end in darkness while he's positioned across from her. A growl rumbles low in his chest, and Gulfie takes a step back.

"Too long," he growls.

I almost lose my grip on the knives i'm holding at the sound of his voice. "What do you mean?"

Before Gulfie could register what was happening, He had her against the wall. Gulfie couldn't help but notice how cold his body felt, or how hard his body was. She didn't even breathe as he leaned toward her, pressing her against the wall.

"Too long," he buried his nose into her neck, inhaling like he'd just come up from the water for air.

Gulfie's heart hammered in her chest as his mouth hovered over the pulse at her neck as he repeated himself, "Too long."

Next thing she knew, her knives were gone. That's when the panic began to set, but she managed to tamp it down. Thinking of the only thing that would work, she brought her knee up between his legs, not even waiting for his reaction as she dashed for the iron gate. She yanked like her life depended on it, because it did. She didn't really expect it to open, but she couldn't just give up. And then he was there, his arms around her, both knives on her bare skin.

"That wasn't very nice," he threaded the fingers from one hand through her hair and yanked it to one side.

"What the hell are you?" Gulfie struggles against his unrelenting grip.

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"Hungry," he grumbles, pushing her hair back from neck, sinking his fangs that she never saw coming, straight into her neck.

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And then she did scream, the shock of teeth piercing her skin catching her off guard. She bucked as hard as she could, but here was no give, and as he pulled from her, an intense heat coiled through her body, and moisture flooded from between her thighs. Her core began to quiver as she let out a soft cry. Her body felt so...Hot. Her vision became nothing more than a haze as she fingers gripped the Iron gate so hard her fingers practically screamed at her to stop.

She was too high off of whatever was happening to her to feel it though. Her breath caught as his other hand slid between her legs to that alright erect nub ready and waiting. she'd opted out of wearing Underwear, She's not sure whether it's a plus or not at the moment, since that's not really what she's think about right this moment. He pulls his fangs out, licking the side of his mouth, his fingers between her legs still, leaving Gulfie panting like she'd just run a marathon.

"Do my taste buds deceive me, or do I detect the blood of an untoched woman?" Malik purrs. "Delicious."

Malik turns Gulfie to face him, and she sees something completely different from before. No longer ashen, his skin is now Bronzed and flawless, his protruding veins gone, though some are still evident. He picks her up, taking her back to his crypt. Placing the lid back on top, he lays her down on it. Her heads are pulled above her head by an invisible force. Gulfie is still stuck in the haze of his bite, so she didn't offer much of a fight as ripped her dress open, exposing her bountiful breast and flat stomach. Malik revels in the thought of taking such a ripe virgin female so soon after finally being awoken from his sleep and being freed.

Malik's cock was so hard, it became painful. Soon, he would slide into that tight silken heat and slake his hunger and lust in her. He'd fuck her until she screamed, and then he'd fuck her some more. But first, he'd have to taste her blood again. So pure and sweet and delicious. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart, and sinking his fangs into the artery that lay just beneath the skin there. Her body jerked, her back bowing as she cried out. Her toes and he pulled from her again. Her core spasming so hard her entire body stiffened. She pulled against the invisible restraints, moaning and panting as if she couldn't catch her breath.

He pulled back, a satisfied look on his face as he watched the liquid flow freely from her heat. She was more than ready for his cock to be plunged inside of her waiting quim. The thought made his cock jump as he stood, spreading her legs and then wrapping them around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance, easing the head inside. Gulfie's back arched as Malik thrusts his cock fully into her, completely enveloped in her, breaking through that barrier, and her body clamped down around him from the jolt of pain. Her head tossed from one side to the other. Malik's entire body shuddered at the feel of her as he grasped her hips and began to move.

"Yes," she jerked against the binds.

He pulled almost completely out before plunging back in, throwing his head back and groaning as he grinded into her.

Gripping her hips, Malik thrust into her, filling her completely, the sounds of her crying and moaning and panting only fueling him on as he increased his pace. Her body was so hot and slick and tight. Nirvana.

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Malik pounded into her like his life depended on it, pistoning in and out of her like a machine. Gulfie felt him slide into her, hitting that hot spot every time and leaving her wanting to be fucked hard and deeper. She reveled in how deep inside of her he was, pounding away at her like a mindless animal. Gulfie wanted him to fuck her into oblivion.

"Harder," she panted. "fuck me harder."

Malik was more than happy to reply, gripping her hips so hard, they would leave bruises. He slowed his pace, thrusting forward with such force it jarred her, and she cried out with each one, grinding into him until her eyes crawled into the back of her head. The pleasure began to build in her core, higher and higher. It didn't take long before her orgasm hit her so hard she screamed again, her core spasming around Malik as he threw his head back and roared his climax, spilling himself inside of her, his hips pumping out every last bit of seed. They continued on, slowly working in and out of her filled to the brim core, still milking his cock as it clenched around him. Her body trembled, still trapped beneath him and panting with eyes glazed over in pleasure.

"And now you're mine." Malik panted, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "We have so much to do, my sweet mate. Oh so much to do."

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