#5 Ashlok Dark FF-My Ransacked Hear/UPDATED/Last Chapter(Pg-34,35) - Page 5

Inferno

~ Purpose is the reason you journey ~ Passion is the fire that lights your way ~

They say that there is a place between heaven and hell, called inferno. Stuck between heaven and hell, sin and sanity, pleasure and pain, it's the inferno. You can't ever be happy and you can't ever be sad there. You never know what type of feelings you are feeling and even if they exist or not. You can't ever describe your pain that becomes your pleasure in the next moment and when you begun to feel it's pleasure it starts transforming into pain...

Such an inferno exists on the world, between humans, between their twisted, tortuous desires and dark forbidden feelings. Astha felt the same, while being in the grip of an inhuman pleasure that was pain in one instant and extreme pleasure in the next instant. She was in an inferno...

Being roasted alive and the person who had lit fire to her body and was now fanning her flames was Shlok, the only person who could do that to her, who was able to bring that feeling out in her...

That if he won't touch her it would be more tortuous than death and if he would touch her she would burn alive...

Shlok's hands were rough, calloused against her skin as he lifted her towards his chest, bending her backwards over one arm to nip and nibble at the delicate bones of her collarbone. Moaning in her throat she tried to move her head to capture his mouth with her own. But with a low laugh he moved his head aside, forbidding her to kiss him. It was his way of showing her that who was in control here. He was right his defeat was his victory...

She clenched her thighs together as the burning ache between them begun to grow instead of lessening. She truly had no control over her feelings and the cruel devil knew that too, cause he trailed a burning finger over one erect nipple, down her abdomen and to the damp part of her womanly core. "I'll get there in a minute princess", he purred, touching her dampness and spreading it over her inner thighs.

"I need more", she begged, lifting her head to look pleadingly in his ruthless eyes. "How much more princess, tell me", he moved one finger inside her core than added another, and she strained closer, feeling the whiplash of agonizing pleasure streaking against her womb. It was killing her the way he was giving her pleasure in tidbits and was forbidding her to experience it fully.

She didn't know what did she want exactly as she whimpered and moaned, demanding for her release. He removed his arms from around her waist and she fell backwards on the desk as he opened her legs to their fullest angle and then bent them backwards towards her chest until the back of her knees touched her shoulders.

At this angle he could see all, everything, while she could lie there helpless watching him watch her between her legs. Her helplessness only added fuel to her excitement. She felt like an extinct butterfly, fighting her extinction, why he had a go at her from every angle. "Do you like it princess, seeing yourself like that, while I can watch everything, your body, your expressions", he whispered sensuously, stroking her curls and the moist flesh of her lips, that guarded the entrance to her womanly core...

"Do you want me to lick you princess", he was blowing air over her womanly curls. "Yes, yes, please", she groaned moving her head from side to side. "Later princess", he laughed in his throat as her desperate moan rent the air. Looping her legs over his arms, he dragged her body across the slippery surface of the desk and buried himself deeply inside her mound...

A keening cry left her throat at the feeling of him buried to the hilt inside her. She was so engrossed in her pleasure that she had never felt him opening his zipper and freeing himself in the open air. Shlok gave a hoarse groan as her tight sheath tugged along his manhood. She felt full and stretched to extreme...

Buried inside her, he refused to move until she lifted her head from the desk, looking into his merciless black eyes and begging for more. "Offer yourself to me princess", his voice was a deep dark rumble, echoing inside her core. "How?", she gasped. "Give me your breasts?", he thrust along her core, lodging himself more deeply inside her to emphasize his point.

Feeling his naked and hungry gaze, sweeping across her heaving bosom and naked abdomen, fresh arousal started to swirl inside her and she went liquid around him, so he could wedge more comfortably inside her. Cupping her breasts in both of her palms, she offered the succulent bounty to him. He took both licking and biting at them one by one...

"You can blush princess, even now", his soft laugh whispered across her breasts, as he saw the hot color sweeping across her chest and abdomen. Groaning her head fell back on the desk as he started to move inside her, rippling along her sheath. "Remove your clothes", she gasped, tightening her sheath around him. "Nope", he gasped as he felt her tightening around him to the point of acute pleasurable pain. "I won't help you to move if you won't remove your clothes", she raised her body on her elbows to look at him with a stubborn glint in her eyes.

"You do it, if you want", grasping her hands he put them around his collar. Winking shamelessly at him she helped him remove his tie with trembling fingers and then tried to undone the buttons through their buttonholes, but when they slipped through her perspiring fingers, she bunched the material of his shirt in her hands and ripped it apart and peeled it off his muscular chest.

He gave her a growl of masculine approval, when she wrapped her arms around his torso, clinging on like a vine, until there was no breathing space left between them. "Wrong move princess", he whispered dangerously in her ear as he felt her hands, moving over his scarred back. "I am a scarred monster and you are trapped. "I love being trapped by a monster", laughing softly she stole a kiss from his mouth.

"Then get ready for the ride of your life with a monster", he growled lifting her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and slammed her on the nearby wall. She gave a squeal as various pictures hanging on the wall, crashed to the ground.

Latching on her mouth like a hungry monster, devouring its swollen fullness he started to pound inside her, while her nails scrabbled on his back and her legs tried to find purchase around his sweaty waist. But the burning hunger between them gave no sign of lessening ever. It bloomed into full scale, breaking over them like little detonations of savagery. They were two human savages that had long ago given up on civilization...

Shlok kissed her so hard, almost eating at her lips, so she could feel their razor sharpness, digging inside her lower lip. She returned the pressure, biting savagely at the sensual fullness of his upper lip, until she could feel the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. His or hers, she didn't care. It was this moment, that she wanted to live her all, this moment when every thing comes to the most basic nature of a human, when they peel off all layers of their civilization to show who they are in reality. That they are still the savages who used to live in caves and ate raw meat...

It was rawness at it's core. Two backed beast straining and groaning for release, jaws clenched, teeth bared and blood pounding like hammers in the veins...

"Harder, harder, f***k me", her nails raked bloody furrows on his back, making little droplets off blood run over his flesh. "Savage cat", he gasped with pain. "Always", she said through clenched teeth, as he started hammering inside her as a punishment, battering like a ram, at the mouth of her womb. Ruthlessly he held her gaze while his fingers, rubbed at the spot where they were joined.

"Don't, you are not playing fair", she panted, wanting to close her eyes at the savagery reflecting from his eyes and yet wanting to drown in that savagery. "I never said I play fair princess", he bared his teeth in a wolfish smile.

She was too weak, besieged, captured and captivated by the wolf, ensnared by the devil's twisted love...

Astha struggled in his arms, as the pleasurable pain became too much to bear and groaning they fell heavily on the carpet with him, crashing into furniture, scrabbling, rolling over while she wrapped her legs tightly around him. Biting and licking into his muscled chest and reveling into his masculine groans. Horrified, elated yet lusting after him with all of her heart and soul...

He caught her wrists in both of his hands and transferring them in one hand, stretched them above her head, so that her body arched in sheer unadultered lust. "Look at us princess, look at yourself", he was asking of her. "No, no way", she moved her head side to side, her hips lifting to keep him inside her as he started to withdraw.

"Look at us and I'll give it to you", he laughed huskily, holding her legs captive so she couldn't move. Moaning, arching her wrists straining in his merciless grip she rouse her head to look at him thrusting between her legs. To look at his manhood disappearing and then reappearing with a sucking sound and with her milk of her womanly core clinging like threads of damp satin over its length...

It was such an erotic sight, that it triggered her release at once. Her body arched, jerking like a marionette, her mouth fell open, saliva dripped over her tongue and her eyes rolled back into her head. She screamed, her legs tightening so brutally around him, that she could feel the creaking off his ribs, protesting against her tight hold. But still he hadn't gained his release, so he lifted her bodily on the desk again, with predatory hunger lighting up his face and resumed his savage pounding inside her hypersensitive channel...

There must have been a day, a night but she was unaware of either. Her world had shrunk to only the brutal sensuality raging between them, savaging, tearing, pounding, and twisting at her insides. He gave her no respite in the wee hours, as he shattered her senses into pieces that hurt and bled but at the same time pleasured her to insanity. His stamina must be awesome as he found no release while she begged and screamed for release and mercy from the scarred monster...

It had always been like this between them dark, scary lust that knew no bounds and which had no sense of beginning and end...

Two hours later he was still erect, having gained his release two times, while it was her sixth approaching orgasm, which he was refusing to give it to her pleading form. In the two hours he had applied every sexual technique on her, squeezing and wringing every ounce of pleasure from her writhing body. She had also her share of pleasure from her, as such was indicated by the streaks of blood drying on his body and the bite marks all along his collar bone and chest...

Pleasure is like a thin elasticized thread, you stretch it to its maximum length and it will give you pleasure you stretch it so far that it would break then it will give you unending agony of pleasure which will drive you insane...

"MERCY", she screamed as he smacked her bottom, while he pounded inside her from behind. "No mercy princess", he panted smacking her bottom again. Snarling she drove back on the manhood shuttling inside her, her inner muscles clenching tightly around him, inflicting their own punishment on him.

Her whole skin was heating up with the color red, specially her bottom, where his hands had imprinted on them again and again in a deliciously hedonistic pleasure. She should feel decadent at the feel of her excess dampening her thighs and running along their inner length but she felt no shame, no embarrassment. She was surely a hussy, she groaned at the thought as sick pleasure clawed at her abdomen...

Pleasure is creation and pleasure is destruction. It consumes your body in flames creating fires of unending passion, and it destructs you leaving a charred soul in it's wake...

Shlok withdrew from her body, and lifting her limp body bent it over the desk, her bottom in the air, he then again plunged himself deeply inside her. Her nails scrabbled over the polished surface, trying to grip it as her bottom desperately undulated back in his grip. "Please", she mewled for release. For a second only rough animalistic growls and the sound of wet bodies slapping on each other filled the air the he spoke so low, that she had to strain her ear to listen to his voice, "Damn you princess for bringing me to that".

"Damn you too, i hate you", she panted. He withdrew from her and she slid down her knees, her fingers finding purchase in vain on the polished surface of the desk. "Damn me again", he flipped her on her back and his words turned her into a virago. He didn't see her flying attack coming at him so he went down with her on the carpet, with Astha straddling his form...

He tried to turn her underneath him, but the little ball of fury had more strength than he could imagine. She growled at him, slapping his hands away and began swiftly removing his unbuttoned trousers down his legs. Amused at the turn of events he helped her in her quest, finally finding relief at her soothing touch which ran down his length exploring him from root to tip.

"Enough", he said roughly capturing both of her tiny wrists in his hands. She was silently looking at him through her half-closed eyes, her skin gleaming like a polished china piece. Fragile, ethereal and glowing softly from perspiration...

Astha bucked and twisted her torso, as he withdrew his hands from around her wrists and his fingers touched the heated place at the junction of her thighs. "Enough", she huskily repeated his command and captured his wrists in her hands the same way as he had don a moment before. Smiling wickedly at her show of dominance he again tried to bring her beneath him but she dug her knees painfully in his ribs, warning him not to move as she crawled over him and sheathing him inside her in one long thrust.

Groaning he bowed back in shock, his fingers digging in her hip bones. Suddenly he wanted her to obliterate his ghosts of the past and her cried of ecstasy to silent the screaming of his demons...

Holding her shoulders he brought her down on his chest. Drowning in pleasure and wanting to hold on her as he didn't want to drown. "You've been hurt a lot don't you", she was tracing the scars on his chest. "I am a scarred monster", his voice came out as a hoarse croak as if he had swallowed saw dust by accident...

"No you are not", she bent over him, the tips of her beautiful breasts touched his chest and he was a goner. Shlok brought out a hand to grasp her neck, drawing her slowly towards him, without breaking the eye lock. With him embedded deeply inside her and the knowledge of it reflecting deeply in her eyes, she bowed down to him. Strangely his eyes were crystal clear now, wide like a baby's and vulnerable like a hurt child's. They showed her a range of different emotions, from hurt to mistrust, from betrayal to yearning...

"You can have it all, it's yours", she said huskily. At her words, his mouth shot upwards and found hers, plundering its depths with a carnality that shocked her to the core. It was the first time that he held nothing back as he gave all of himself to her in that kiss. His agony, aching loss his dark, twisted soul...

Holding her above him, so he could see her shocked face he pushed inside her, rolling on the floor. Pain ripped across his bare torso as the broken pieces that were littering the carpet pierced his skin but he was too much gone in his pleasure to pay heed to the glass grounding in his back. He wasn't able to think, lest stopping was another thing. Astha writhed over him, shooting darts of unending ecstasy through his body that mingled with the searing pain of glass slashing across his skin.

Suddenly he heaved upwards, wrapping both of his arms around her, as the tortuous desire twisted his guts. He was face to face with her now, with her legs still straddling him. When their rhythmic frantic coupling reached the apex of release she grasped his back, but when he jerked in her grip her fingers stilled as they felt the sticky liquid that was running down the length of his back. Shocked she brought her hands back and they come smeared with his blood. "Shlok", she raised her shocked gaze to him. "Don't stop, for god's sake don't stop", his voice was a thin thread of whisper, vulnerable in it's strength.

"But", she started again. "Don't", he rested his forehead against her temple. She hesitated, but he had already taken charge in his hands, holding her hips he twisted and undulated her lower body until she shattered all around him with a shout, collapsing over his chest, her heaving breasts touching his naked chest, her perspiration mingling with his own. His climaxed followed hers and he spurted heavily inside her pouring all his unfulfilled desires, his broken wishes, his cutting poison, his unending agony and his dark love inside the vacuum of her loving body...

"I love you princess", it was only an aching whisper, so she first though that it was the wind playing tricks on her, but the windows were closed and the curtains were still. But when he repeated those four words again in her ear, she lifted her joy filled eyes to look into his, at first not noticing the desperation on his face. But on seeing the look in his eyes she felt unease begun to trickle inside her as she found his expressions empty like a wasteland, decaying like a dead body, regretting some unknown loss...

And then she knew why he had such a look on his face because his next words freeze her mind into mid-thinking. "But I don't trust you", he bowed his head, not having that much courage to look into her disbelieving eyes. "I don't think that I would be able to find that courage to trust again", he was saying but her mind had already become a block of ice at realizing the brutal truth of his words...

Her still burning heart, dwindled like a dying flame, scattering ashes all over the floor of her soul...

She had won in the last game but he was right her victory had come with a price...

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