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I walked through the cold tomb-like room. Each step was light and languid. Something seemed to beckon me forward, pulling at my very being. As I passed the gold laden antique mirror, I did not see my horrific reflection...
My interest had always been studying and drawing portraits of gods. They represented strength and wisdom, and I felt as if their eyes told a story. I had become intrigued with such a god called Drinyian. After months of researching about his life and personality, I was ready to give him life. I felt drawn to him, compelled to sketch his eyes in such a way that they could see right into our world. Setting up my easel, renewed energy raced through my veins.
First I sketched the basic features of his face with a light pencil and then filled in the details with careful attention. Throughout the process I had felt someone guiding my hand, giving him realistic features. After spending hours perfecting the sketch I stepped back, smiling and proud. Never before had I drawn anything so life-like that it threatened to step off the page. I couldn’t tear myself away from the intensity in his eyes. My body stirred, a deep yearning pulled from within. I longed to caress his strong chiseled face. Instinctively I reached out and brushed my fingers against his cheeks. I gasped, for instead of the crispness of the paper, I had touched skin. My body weakened as I fell to the floor, my mind flooding with darkness.
I awoke in a glorious ballroom. My once bare toes were now encased in lovely velvet shoes and my gown was extravagant! Yards of burgundy material flowed with puffy white sleeves etched in thin gold ribbon. Impulsively I twirled to the music, my skirt swishing about my ankles.
“Would you care to dance?” boomed a voice.
Stepping out from the shadows was a glorious man, dressed in a flowing robe with green embroidered leaves and big floppy cuffs. Looking into his smoky gray eyes, I knew at once who it was. Taking his hand, he led me across the ballroom floor. Many strangers surrounded us, smiling as we danced.
“Thank you for coming,” he said.
“You make it hard for a girl to resist,” I said.
Colors blurred around me, my mind fading in and out. I wasn’t sure if I were dreaming or this were real. His strong arms held me protectively as we danced around the room.
“I have something I’d like you to see,” he said.
I followed him up a winding staircase, passing by many ladies who stared at me with envy. At the end of the hall he stopped and opened the door. Inside was a spacious room filled with shades of blues and pink. He closed the door behind him and disrobed. Walking closer he swept me up into his arms, twirling me around the room.
“This could all be yours,” Drinyian said.
“Oh, it would be too much, I am a simple girl,” I answered.
“You are mine and I will do with you as I wish.” he replied.
Blushing I tried to pull away. “You flatter me, but you are a god and I am just a plain girl with nothing to offer,” I tried to explain.
His brows furrowed as he held me tight. “I brought you here because it is what your heart
wanted, now it is your turn to give me what I want.” he insisted.
I tried to play along, acting out my fantasy for that was all it was. His fingers unlaced my dress and I felt relief as the heavy layers fell away. With fury he tore away my undergarments until I was naked, my sex glistening against the soft light from the glass windows. With little effort he carried me to the bed where yards of fabric encased us, shielding us from the rest of the world. My body felt excited as I lay atop the satin sheets, waiting for him to undress.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered as he nestled in next to my body. Hands and fingers delved, daring to venture inside places that hadn’t been explored in so very long. I was amazed how he knew just where to touch me, and what I liked most. Every movement brought me closer to the brink.
“That feels so good,” I sighed. Further his fingers dared to go, his mouth inching closer to my mound. Arching my back I offered myself to him, begging for him. His tongue flickered lightly creating shivers along my smooth pale skin. He paused a moment to watch my body writhe before lapping away hungrily at my pulsing clit. Warmth spread across my face as the room spun, moans and sighs of sheer ecstasy escaping from my lips.
“I beg you Drinyian, take me,” I cried out. It was all becoming too much! Waves of euphoria rushed from my toes, spilling forth throughout my whole inner core, sending me closer and closer to the edge. His hands wrapped around my back and he tossed me over with ease. I held my ass proudly in the air, awaiting his entrance.
“Do you want me,” he asked.
“Yes Drinyian, I need you inside me,” I begged.
“Very well, I shall consummate our union,” he said.
Before I could question his words he drove into me, filling up every inch of my inner folds. I screamed with pleasure as he thrust inside again and again, his hands forcefully holding my hips. I could faintly hear him muttering orders and chanting words, but I quickly became lost in the surreal moment of it all. His fingers found my clit and rubbed until I couldn’t stand it, I had to release the nectar inside, the nectar for my god. My thighs trembled as my juices flowed around his already slick shaft.
I couldn’t believe such an incredible fantasy had been fulfilled. The power of my mind was so intense the spasms continued to rock my body. Faster he plummeted into my drenched sex, rhythmically pounding into me like an ancient tribal drum while I met him movements, ramming myself back into him. Taking my fingers I massaged my clit until I was fully aroused, not wanting this moment to ever end. Again I came, my body shaking uncontrollably.
“Fill me up Drinyian,” I begged. Clenching my inner muscles tightly around his cock, I felt the beginnings of his climax.
His voice bellowed like an animal as he came, driving further into me with each spewing thrust. Quickly he laid me onto my back, caressing my face with gentle strokes.
“My lady, you have given me such intense pleasure, I thank you,” he said.
“I believe it was mutual,” I replied breathlessly.
“Let us dress and resume the party downstairs shall we? The people are waiting for me to make an appearance,” he said.
I stretched and snuggled in closer to his warm body. “Can’t we just lie here a little longer?”
“I’m afraid that my people have waited long enough. I have duties my dear and cannot simply lie about all day,” he said. “Come, dress quickly.”
Once downstairs, the music faded and everyone gathered around. Drinyian and I were handed goblets of wine, which he raised in the air.
“I would like to make a toast,” he announced. I held my goblet up to his. “A toast to our engagement,” he began and downed a large swig of wine. I dropped mine, watching the blood stained color splash across the floor.
“This is only fantasy,” I answered nervously, “I couldn’t really be with you.”
“You think I am playing a game?” He seethed, aware of the attention I was causing.
“I cannot be your bride,” I reasoned. “This is all in my mind.”
“You will silence yourself now!” he ordered.
I did not care that people were looking at me strangely. “I am not truly in love with you, not in that way, this has all just been a fantasy,” I explained. “I cannot stay with you in your world.”
He roughly pulled me from the room. “You my dear are the one who summoned me. You begged me to bring you into my world,” he growled through clenched teeth.
“I did not mean to, not really,” I said. Had I really summoned him? I had not meant to make him real.
“My dear, if you try to leave, only one of us will suffer,” he threatened. My stomach turned. I still had control here, didn’t I? I wanted to run but I had nowhere to go. How do you escape a fantasy turned real? He was from centuries ago, not of this time. Except, he brought his time into my home as I brought him to life through my sketch. He was the unseen force guiding my hand to create such an impressive piece of art. He used my innocence to come alive.
“Please let me go,” I pleaded, fighting back tears. “This isn’t what I want.”
He returned a look that reeked of pity and sarcasm. “At what point do you realize this is the only reality you will ever know?” The question hung in the air like an icicle, cold and sharp. “Your life is with me or not at all,” he interjected.
“Then take my life, for I wouldn’t have one with you,” I uttered in a whisper.
“That is your choosing,” he declared and left the room.
I watched as dark shadows loomed towards me. Hands grabbed my arms and dragged me from the ballroom. I was taken where I was bathed and dressed, prepped like a lamb for slaughter. Silently I was led into a stone walled room. The block in the middle of the room was meant for me, a sacrifice for disobeying his majesty. Drinyian sat upon his throne, grinning with wild hungry eyes. I would still be his, a victory set in my own blood. Thrown to the ground, my head was placed along the block. The last I saw was a heavyset man raising a large club over his head. I closed my eyes as I felt a sharp pain hit the side of my skull, everything fading to black.
As I passed the gold laden antique mirror, I came into a luxurious bedroom, a room I recognized. In the corner stood the four-poster bed. Rising from behind the velvet drapes was Drinyian himself. I gasped.
“Ah, I have been waiting for you,” he said smiling. “You see this is the only reality you will ever know, you and I will be as one, as intended.”
“I don’t understand, why am I here?”
“I have you where I want you. I told you there would be no getting away from me, you are mine and you will bring me an eternity of pleasure,” he said.
Something warm and sticky ran down the side of my cheek. Reaching up I absently brushed it away. Looking down I saw my hands covered in blood. I ran to the mirror, cringing at my grotesque reflection. The side of my head was bone and cartilage, bleeding heavily as streaks of blood stained my cracked neck. My twisted fantasy had become an even more twisted reality. I was dead, inside and out. The reality was, even though I was dead, I still wished to die.
He walked closer to me his powerful naked body aroused and ready.
“Come my dear,” Drinyian boomed. “Come find out how delicious death can taste.”
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