DarcelGigantic predators hunt smaller animals not for the need of filling up themselves , but they hunt because, those creatures are fascinating; how those tiny creatures cower, hide, run away,when the mighty hunters give the chase for the fun, and when they finally nab those tiny things, they enjoy how their prey's heart flutters, the fear quotient always make the hunt thrilling. Yet some of them give a good fight until the very end, and even that bravado seems appetizing.My wife was an anomaly I couldn't quite understand, she was the most exquisite woman, a small herbivore, from outside, she was like a rabbit, or say a squirrel, who fell into the hunting grounds of predatory beasts. She should run right now? She must cower away, but pray tell, she is telling the beast that she trusts him. I wanted to laugh, if she only knew the things I wanted to do to her. Eriantha was too pure, and hence tempting for me.I had been holding back for too long to stop now, consequences be damned
Eriantha"You will take this cock like a good girl, won't you baby?"My heart did that flip again, not just because Darcel was huge, I really didn't mind that, having read my fair share of smut novels, I knew that even if it would hurt in the beginning, but the pleasure would overcome the pain.Of course, there were many disasters when it comes to reality, but Darcel was experienced, he knew his game and I trusted him in this, just like he trusted me about perfumes. But, my heart had been doing flips, because he was calling me names of adoration like, Baby, Nectar, Wife.I was too aroused to rationalize that it was just in the moment of heat, too lonely to acknowledge that we are just in a marriage of convenience having consensual sex because we were physically attracted towards each other. I was afraid of lines getting blurred, I was having a struggle to keep reminding myself this is all temporary. Two years, we had two years. It could be stretchy long two years, but I have a feelin
DarcelI kept the water running at the wash basin as I tried to shave my untamed stubble, the entire attempt was focused towards avoiding to roll the razor under the chin where my wife had marked me so passionately. I hated shaving on weekends, but then again grandfather's call ruined my plans of just having a day to myself with Eriantha wrapped around my arms for the whole time. however, that old man had no sense of shame when it came to treating me like a pushover. Maximilian Karwitz had once again very conveniently dumped another one of his image cleaning jobs to me, and even when I abhorred it my current situation demanded compliance.It was Ulrich Murrow's birthday, and grandfather expected me to attend the party simply because Leonel won't be able to make it, or rather he wants Leonel to stay put. Leo had made it to the club the previous night though. I didn't need to be told that there was something else behind this, to begin with, after the Davytan fiasco, Maximilian Karwit
ErianthaThe buzz of sex is worse than the buzz of alcohol...I had read it somewhere, and now I could tell where the author was coming from. In a way I was happy that finally I had got rid of my v card, and that too with someone I chose, no matter the circumstances, had my father been there, I would have been simply tied down to one of his business acquaintances or may be worse one of those loan sharks. I didn't even want to think about it. When I had consented to have sex with Darcel in this marriage of convenience, I was rejoicing at the end of my virgin era, and there's no hiding that Darcel was a walking wet dream for every woman. It was me who was inexperienced and lacking, for he has had many beauties, there were no dating rumours though, but sometimes there would be morphed pictures coming out of his cars.I wondered if one of them were in this car too, the one I am riding now. I shook away the thought, I had no right to even have such thoughts, it was his past and I am just
Eriantha"Mom?"I almost jumped out of sheer shock, my voice echoing in this vacant powder room along the terrace.It couldn't be her? Could it?My mom.She had never once tried to reach out to us, once she had left with the love of her life, mom had completely forgotten about us."Eri" I heard her calling me in the same loving manner she used to when I was a child, the same fake love which always made me feel loved and happy.I closed my eyes, and didn't dare to turn to look at her directly, I re-focussed on re-applying my lipstick with trembling hands.You don't know what she wants Eri, or why she's here."Sweety" Mom called me again. An old, and much forgotten feeling crept into my heart and clutched my throat.Get a grip Eri.I warned myself blinking away the appending tears. I dabbed my lips and took a final look at myself. Mom stood there as if she had all the time in the world, determined to wait until I would stop ignoring her. My mother was a stubborn person, Anders often
DarcelI released her slender neck, as I emptied my seeds inside her yet another time, while groaning like a beast in heat.She was still trembling in my arms while climaxing for the fourth time in a row. Her trembling lips were swollen from the torment of my raging mouth. I wondered how she had kept breathing from the moment I had started devouring her. All this time I had been hearing her gasping and moaning, the sensuous noises had pushed me away from my self restraint.They are mine, all mine.I felt the incessant rise and fall of her chest, under her messy ebony locks. The very sight tempted me to wrap them around my hand and ravish my new wife until her voice turned croaky after screaming my name for the entire night.I kicked away the devil whispering tempting thoughts, while dangling on my shoulder. 'You have already proven yourself as a hungry wolf, while you have been guzzling her up all night. Since when have you been so horny Dar!'I reprimanded myself for losing my leash.
Eriantha"...antha""Eriantha...""Eri..."I heard my name loud enough this time, not that I wasn't hearing it in bits and pieces, but, I am usually a heavy sleeper, so they felt like far off sounds rather than my name.I jolted up on my bed, in front of me was my brother who was now shaking me as if I were a rattle.His usual somberness is gone, my handsome older brother right now appears as someone who had lost his senses or his rational thoughts. He looked pale and scared, his usually neatly brushed hair was touseled.I had noticed that he had been drinking every night after his usual "discussions" with father after our painstakingly silent dinners. I am sure they never quite ended in discussions, for my father of all people was someone not civic enough to discuss stuff across a table, without raising his voice or his hand, or blaming his family for all his 'misfortunes', which were in real the blunders he had committed.I am also confident that the source of my brother's recently
DarcelMy cell phone had been vibrating for the seventh time in a row, and I know who the caller is, but right now I am so furious that I don't have it in me to speak with her. I rubbed my forehead with a futile hope that it would even change the condition of my throbbing head.Three years ago, when I approached my maternal grandfather, the chairman of the Karwitz corporations, with my proposal to expand our business into the perfume industries, the old man had laid out two conditions.One was that, it shall be under the scrutiny of the same board of directors who run the Karwitz Hotels.The second condition was that, it must become the topmost brand in the perfumes in the next five years.If the above conditions aren't met the company will be merged with the Karwitz apparels, or in other words it will cease to exist. I knew my grandfather very well, he was the patriarch of the Karwitz family, and he understood business more than anything, he was impeccable, hence even though he is se