The Harem - The Burning Beauty

The Harem - The Burning Beauty

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Genre: Erotica

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Stolen in the chilled darkness of winter; taken into the arms of a stranger that shunned the aura of human. Cassandra knew death twice that night by the flames...and by a strangers deadly kiss. To awake only to a world that never existed in her most lucid dreams where she is claimed a servant to the menacing beauty of Julius Laurent. While discovering what abilities he possess, Cassandra soon comes to the realization that not only is there more than what appears to be in Julius' regard, but that there is something other, more starved and cruel that dwells inside her. Will she be able to reign control on this darkness? Can she withstand the pull of something strong and out-worldly for the man that stole her? What of the brother with the wicked glare filled of famished flames; ready to swallow her whole with lust? Can she fight it all and keep the morals of the woman she thought she was? They will find soon that there is a greater worry; a greater evil that taints their horizon. Perhaps they will discover it when it was too late. Come and entangle yourself in this dark tale of unquenchable lust and a twist of love lost, denied and gained.

Summary

Stolen in the chilled darkness of winter; taken into the arms of a stranger that shunned the aura of human. Cassandra knew death twice that night by the flames...and by a strangers deadly kiss. To awake only to a world that never existed in her most lucid dreams where she is claimed a servant to the menacing beauty of Julius Laurent.

While discovering what abilities he possess, Cassandra soon comes to the realization that not only is there more than what appears to be in Julius' regard, but that there is something other, more starved and cruel that dwells inside her. Will she be able to reign control on this darkness? Can she withstand the pull of something strong and out-worldly for the man that stole her? What of the brother with the wicked glare filled of famished flames; ready to swallow her whole with lust? Can she fight it all and keep the morals of the woman she thought she was?

They will find soon that there is a greater worry; a greater evil that taints their horizon. Perhaps they will discover it when it was too late.

Come and entangle yourself in this dark tale of unquenchable lust and a twist of love lost, denied and gained.

Chapter3 (v.1) - Just A Taste...

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Shriveled and dry; this tongue bid you mercy. <br /> A salted savior it wished to be flood.<br /> By thy kiss my lover has cursed me<br /> A wanton creature in love with his blood.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 04, 2012

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Just A Taste...

 

 

 

"Shriveled and dry; this tongue bids you mercy.
A salted savior it wished to be flood.
By thy kiss, my lover has cursed me
A wanton creature in love with his blood."

-London

 

How long had it been? How long had she laid there suffering with the flames that burned but never consumed her? Perhaps the more important question was how long she would have to suffer. Cassandra was praying for death. She wished that he would expose his evil head and snatch her by the throat with his cold hands, and kill the flames even if it killed her. She’d suffer for what felt like days with not even one visitor to give her a meal. Naked, shivering and whimpering in the darkened room she had awaken in, that was where she was left. She’d thought that if not the master and the friendly O'lyn, at least Yara would come and visit to do as she had planned before. But after the warning she’d gotten, Cassandra didn’t expect the woman to come back.

“Please…” She pled to know one present. Her voice was gone and nothing but a dry croak was left to replace it. They’d probably realized by now that she had gone quiet. So why wouldn’t they come after hearing she’d calm down? Why were they being so cruel to her? Cassandra couldn’t think what she’d done to deserve this type of treatment. Who had cursed her at birth to allow her a happy childhood and then sorrow filled adulthood? Had her parents done something horribly wrong that not only resulted in their death but left her to bear their faults? There was just no understanding it. Cassandra wasn’t sure if she would be able to even if she had the answer, because the severe burning in her throat was stealing her senses. She wanted to know this pain no longer.

“Anything…please…” She cried softly. Her bones felt dry and brittle, her skin felt tightly pinched and cold, but they burned at the touch of even the silk sheets. Her body was just one big lump of aching flesh that seemed to have no other purpose but that.

“Any…one…” She said as she rolled to her side and pulled her legs up. She lay in a tight ball on the cold stoned ground, hard against the wall. Cassandra could not stand; it was already an effort to move her limbs. At this point, she was desperate. She simply wanted anything cold or hot and liquid to run down her throat. Just a drop, just a small taste would suffice her.

 

There was a sigh of fabric from behind the door. Someone was coming. She opened her eyes and rolled up in a sitting position. Her body cried out with throbs of pain that felt out worldly. She bit down and groaned as she pushed her back up against the wall and pulled her legs in. The sound of the lock sliding out of its chamber made her breath caught. She nearly choked on the pain but managed to swallow it down again. Her arms, though they screamed in pain, trembled uncontrollably as she wrapped them tightly about her legs. She watched the door and waited for it to swing open. Something was crawling through the cracks and from beneath the door. It was a sweet aroma that Cassandra knew but couldn’t place a name to in her head. The scent drove her senses crazy and she felt delirious to know just what it was. No…she was more eager to know if it tasted just as sweetly as it smelled. Just a taste, nothing more and she would be content. She kept repeating the words in her head until they came on their own. The words were like a continuous whisper in her mind that danced around the sound of the knob turning slowly. They caressed the exquisite aroma that scratched holes in her head and filled them. She was about to go insane.

“Just a taste…” She said softly. Her thoughts were rimming over onto her lips. She was silently chanting the words, even as the door was pushed ajar. Light seared her vision to a white haze and she hissed in pain for it. Cassandra threw her arms over her face and tried to bring back the darkness. She mewled and tried to shrink into a tiny ball. The door closed but sudden light came from somewhere in the room. Cassandra pleaded with the person who was doing this and hoped they’d have mercy. The light dimmed a bit and she heard different noises rustling about in the room. She heard bare feet patting on the stoned floor and then the light groan of the mattress as someone lied upon it. She peeked her eyes open from behind the safety of her arms and felt them adjusting to the dim light. She lowered her arms slowly and gasped when she saw him leaning on the post of the bed with his arms folded over his chest. He was even more breath taking in the fullness of light. Cassandra closed her mouth and tried to swallow. It wasn’t as bad as it had been when she was alone. He looked so clean and crisp, just as his linens did. She knew she looked a offensive mess and must smell it too after being trapped in her room for who knew how long. His eyes were a honey-brown that looked as thick and rich as the sweet substance. His hair; just as long and black as a cold night in winter, fell to his shoulders and cascaded in deep waves to frame his pale skin. He was beautiful.

 

“Just a taste, you say?” He asked and she started at his voice and the words he spoke. Had he heard her even when she’d spoken them so silently? It mattered not; all that mattered was that he gave her what she needed so badly

“Just a taste of what?” He asked and she frowned. What in the heavens did he think she wanted? It was obvious she needed a drink of…

A drink of what? Wouldn’t the answer that made more sense be water? It should be. Had he asked her days, or hours ago, if she’d been in there that long, what it was that she wanted to taste, water would be the first words off her lips. But now…Cassandra paused when she realized her body revolted to the word. Her craving had become more acute and more specific. She licked her bottom lip and bit down on it. She jumped when her teeth sunk into it. She touched her teeth and they felt sharp and a bit elongated. She stared in horror as she discovered just two of the same were longer and sharper than the rest. Then she touched her lip and came away with blood on her finger tips. Blood. Yes, blood…

Cassandra dragged the tip of her tongue over her lip and tasted the thing that was being cried out in her head. She looked at her fingers and lapped at them till they were clean. Just a taste…of blood…

She moaned and ran her hands over her face and down her body as it shivered with the need to taste more. She couldn’t hear the little voice in her head that would say something was wrong. All she heard was her moaning and her whispering lips begging for blood.

Cassandra’s eyes opened when she felt him kneeling before her. She couldn’t hide her need anymore. She needed his help and she needed blood.

“Please…just a taste…” She moaned her eyes stinging with tears. He took her arms and pulled her up gently, but her legs were numb and left her unable to stand on her own. He held her up with one hand at her waist and the other firm against her back, pressing her into him. She looked up at him and pleaded with her eyes and with her soft whimpers.

Cassandra took a slow breath and stopped. Her eyes darted over his shoulder to the bed. There, lying still with eyes closed and his body sprawled naked and waiting was a man she’d never seen before. She stared at him and thought evil thoughts that could not possibly be her own.

“When in my arms, your eyes should always be mine…” The master said and she flinched again at his voice and turned her gaze back to him. His eyes were nearly golden just as they’d look that night. She held her breath and held his gaze as best as she could.

“What…why is this…what’s happening to me?” She finally asked. He ran the palm of his hand up and down her spine and she felt goose bumps rise in the wake of his caress. She sighed and nearly rubbed her breast against the hardness of his chest.

“You are ready to feed. Your body is ready…your mind is ready, so come and do so.” He said as he lifted her and took her to the bed. Cassandra tried not to look at the naked man on the bed, but how could she not? He was too delicious to not. He opened his eyes slowly and she gasped. His eyes were a startling blue surrounded by thick, long lashes. He was beautiful too. Surely she should be a bit more timid to be staring at a naked man while she was in the same state, and in the arms of another man. But she wasn’t. She was…thirsty, hungry, aching; all those things and more.

She found herself crawling from the master’s arms and onto the bed in one fluid action. Slowly, she crawled boldly to the naked man that lied on the bed and raked her fingernails up his leg, his thigh and then his torso. Cassandra didn’t hear when the master moved away from the bed and went to take a seat by the fireplace and watch. She was too enthralled with the veins that jumped eagerly under this man’s skin. She lowered her mouth to his chest and licked her tongue over his erect nipples. He sighed and groaned beneath her with pleasure. Cassandra felt a wave of something hot, heavy and hungry run over her. She moaned in response to his and lapped at the teasing little bud again; loving the way it glistened in the dim light. She looked up at him and saw his eyes open and lust laying pure and ready in them. There was a sudden ache between her thighs that left her moist there. She straddled him and felt his hardness press against that spot. He moved his hips beneath her and she rolled her head back with a sigh and moved hers on time with his. She wanted him inside her, and she wanted it the same time she was inside him. Cassandra raked her nails down his chest and he cried out as she left crimson marks there. Blood welled up from the wounds and she was suddenly lapping at them. He stroked her head as she did so and never stopped reminding her how hard he was with the press of his flesh against hers.

Cassandra trailed her nipples against his chest as she moved up his body and found his lips. She sucked gently at them at first and then she let her teeth nip them and draw blood. She swallowed his moan as she licked and sucked at his lips with a hunger filled kiss. He squeezed her sides and raked his nails down her back as he drew his legs up. She ground her hips against the feel of his swollen and ready cock pushing at her to get in. She wanted him in but he wasn’t going any further. Cassandra moved her kisses from his mouth to his neck and she sucked at his flesh mercilessly. He was a groaning mess under her touch. Why he was being so patient when she obviously wanted him inside her was beyond her thinking capacity. Just as she grasped him, she sunk her teeth into the thick vein in his neck making him cry out as she stroked and sucked him. The burning in her throat was gone the instant she took a deep gulp of his blood. It was as if it had never been there before. All the aching in her bones and her flesh were gone instantly, all accept one and she would soon remedy that. Cassandra placed the head of him at her opening and moved her hips down to help him in.

“No mademoiselle, please!” Just as he cried out, Cassandra released his neck and felt strong hands tearing her away from him. She looked up into to blazing golden eyes and felt fear crawl under her skin and pierce her heart. He bore a snare and that inhuman growl she’d heard before vibrated from him into her body. She whimpered and went still in his arms. The other man on the bed was trying to sit up and push away from her. What had she done? Why was it that one’s thinking faculties returned after they’ve done something wrong? Could she be the same woman who’d lost her voice crying out for her husband? What was she thinking? She’d only wanted to feed her mouth and her flesh. She was a dirty harlot to have done such a thing. Shame and embarrassment made her look away from his accusing eyes and made them sting with promised tears.

“May I leave now Master?” The naked man asked. His voice sounded strained and exhausted. It was all her fault. She kept her eye averted downward because the master hadn’t looked away and she had been the one to make the other man hurt. Her mouth trembled as tears finally leaked from her eyes.

“Go now Jabar. Go while my anger is not directed at you.”

“Yes Master…please forgive my careless-”

“Jabar…” That was all the warning the other man needed. He got up from the bed and adorned his robe. Cassandra didn’t dare watch him leave. She just knew better. When she heard the door shut and could smell just a faint aroma of his skin, she looked up. She didn’t look into his eyes but at his shoulder. His fingers held her arms so tightly that she knew she would bruise from it.

The one thing she couldn’t figure out was why she felt more ashamed to have done this in his presence than to have done this when knowing she had a husband whose flesh was probably not cold as yet. She sucked in her bottom lip because it was quivering so fiercely and tried to stop her tears. Suddenly she heard him sigh and felt his grip loosen on her arms. She whimpered when he pulled her into his arms and held her tenderly. He just kept losing her with his actions. She went stiff in his arms and waited for what he’d do next.

“You’ve fed only once and already you have managed to make me jealous Cassandra. You mustn’t drive your master to jealousy because that will lead to my wrath. My anger is almost unquenchable…remember that always if nothing else…” He said as he stroked her head. Cassandra sniffed and relaxed slowly when she smelled something sweet exuding from him. It was that very scent that made her lift her head to the crook of his neck. She nuzzled her nose against him and felt his head move to the side so she could get a better angle. Perhaps one more bite won’t be so bad…just another taste…

“No! Let me go….” She tried to pull away from his grasp but he held onto her. She didn’t want to taste his blood. His blood had made her what she was right now. She remembered that just in time. Her teeth had grown to fangs and had ached just when they’d touch his skin. Cassandra refused to take from him as she had from Jabar.

He shook her and bore down on her tell her back was flat on the bed.

“No…please.” She cried.

“You take from my servant and deny your master? Do you wish to anger me Cassandra!”
“I-I will not accept anything from you, you murderer!” She yelled in his face, her own anger finally surfacing.

“I saved your life you ungrateful woman!” He yelled.

“You killed me! You killed me and made me what I am right now! A monster! A monster just like you!” He’d grown fangs of his own and bared them at her.

“Monster? Let me remind you of what this monster has done for you…”

With that, he held her head to the side and sunk his teeth into her neck and drew blood. With the first draw came flashing memories of a time that she knew nothing of. She saw this man and Stephen conversing in a brightly lit room with fine furniture and drapery all about. Stephen sat opposite him by a hearth with a glass of port in his hand.

“And have you won her heart as yet?” The master asked him with his fingers laced together and his eyes on the fire. Stephen smirked as he took a sip of his drink and swirled the liquid about in its glass. He watched the thick liquid as he spoke.

“I always win their heart. It’s the only way to win my fortune is it not?” He asked pompously. The master’s eyes never moved away from the fire. He continued to stare as if he saw more than the flames there.

“You will win the wrong heart someday Stephen. You win and break hearts too easily.”

“Well you should hope that I never do so. Otherwise you will lose out on another flower to your garden.” He said, and took another sip of port.

 

Another pull of her blood and the vision changed to a darkened alley with a black figure standing there. He stepped back into the shadows and jumped when his back met something hard and unyielding. He turned quickly and sighed when he saw who it was.

 

“Julius! You startled me.” He said and ran a shaky hand through his hair.

“Where is she Stephen? You have been stalling.” He asked as he took a step forward. Stephen stumbled backwards and steadied himself.

“I-I’m not stalling. I just need more time with her. I swear to you that I will give her over in two days. That should be all the time I need.” He said his voice breaking with the fear that reeked from his pores.

“I would hope you are not trying to deceive me Stephen. I want her, and I will have her.” Julius said as his eyes burned a golden hue.

“Yes, you will. Just two days.”

 

Another and her eyes clouded over to a more familiar scene. It was the forest nearby to where they’d lived. Stephen was wearing the same clothes as he’d been wearing the night he’d died. He was bending to pick up wood for the fire as he had said he was out to do. A shadow came up to him and he jumped back falling to the snowy ground. He looked up and fear was written plain on his face.

“You’ve done what I’ve warned you not to, Stephen.” He stalked closer to him and Stephen crawled backwards.

“How did you find us?” Stephen asked as he pulled himself up only to get pushed back down.

“I will always find what is mine, and she is mine.” Julius snarled as he scooped Stephen up and slammed him up against a tree. Snow fell from the branches and onto them. Stephen groaned and held onto his hands as he moved them about his neck.

“She is my wife Julius. I can’t give her up!”
“They were all your wives and you 
did give them up easily! Cassandra. Is. Mine.”

Julius snatched him up and threw him into another tree, knocking him unconscious. Julius took one last look at the unconscious man and knew that this was the last he would use him. He looked in the direction to where a small voice came from. The voice was calling out Stephen’s name. It was her.

Cassandra drew a deep breath when his lips left her neck. Her body went limp as she sobbed. She sobbed because she felt like a fool. All this time she had thought Stephen’s heart and his love was genuine from the beginning, all this time she had been in love with a man who was about to sell her off to another. He had lied from the beginning. Yes, in the end he had wanted her, had even tried to protect her, but that wasn’t the point. He deceived her.

She felt his fingers at her jaw and as he pulled her face towards him. She looked up at him with eyes bleeding tears and let him see how hurt she was.

“I wish there was a better way to tell you this, but all along it has been I that wanted you most.” He whispered.

“But you have taken away all my happiness. How do you expect me to give you such gratitude when you have been a part of this all along?” Cassandra’s question made his eyes cold and steely. She watched him swallow and his mouth became set with what seemed to be anger. Cassandra didn’t react to him pushing away from her but she sat up to watch him walk to the door.

“I meant you no harm. I only desired you to be mine.” With that he walked out of the room and left her there naked and alone again. Cassandra touched her neck and came away with nothing. There was no blood or even a wound, just a light sting. She fell back onto the bed and pulled herself into a tight ball. She let it all seep in and she felt even more a fool than she had before. Stephen had lied to her and had made her believe she was his all and that he’d never give her up. How could he? How could he make her feel love to only break her heart in the end? Cassandra was a fool. And for that she would learn her lesson and never allow another into her heart. This man, this Julius as she had heard Stephen called him, would do well to kill her, because all he would gain from her was wrath, and not just his...but her wrath.

 


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