The Dark Side in Me (Mature Readers Only)

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'The Dark Side in Me'

Written by Katharina Katt

© Copyright 2000-2007 by Katharina Katt.

Disclaimer/Description: This is a fictional fantasy erotic story. It contains adult situations, and abnormal views. If any of these areas will disturb you as a reader then do not read this. If you are under the age of 21, no matter what country you live in, it is not advised that you read this. Any characters resembling any living or dead individuals is purely coincidental and the author takes no responsibility in comparison with real life situations and individuals. This is a work of pure fiction involving different fantasy types and situations and should not be viewed as otherwise.

'But are you sure you can handle someone like me?' she whispered into his ear, her blood red lips shimmered in the candlelight as she spoke. He nodded in response, not sure exactly what would happen. She had always proved interesting; he never knew what to expect next. Today her mood had changed, he drew it out, the roughness, the devil, the dark vampire. She wasn't sure he knew what he had done to her, but he would surely find out. She even worried if he would turn afraid of her again. He feared her once, he could certainly fear her again, but his answer had been given. 'Very well.' If lightning were ever to strike on command, it would have with those final two words. His fate was sealed.


She moved to the side of his chair, taking his hand gently into her's...turning it palm up. She lifted it to her lips, kissing it tenderly. She could feel is quickened pulse in his wrist, and she swore she could faintly smell his blood beneath. Its scent calling to her vampiric hunger. She resisted it, and lowered his hand from her lips, guiding it under her short leather dress, letting his fingers gently brush across her shaven pierced labia lips. She shuttered for just a moment, his fingers finding her wetness. He gasped, realizing how much her passion had already risen. His ***** grew harder beneath the fabric of his pants. She moved her hips in two little thrusts, gliding across his fingers, wettening them. She lowered his hand so as to not loose any of the wetness onto her dress's seam as she moved his hand away from her. She slid her fingers across his, gathering her own honey. She pressed her fingertips to his lips, as she slipped her free hand into his hair. His eyes grew wide and she tightened her grip in his hair, pulling his head back; exposing his neck. With one motion she straddled her right knee against his left side, still standing with the other and leaning over him feed upon his lips. Feeding upon her own honey and pressing her kiss further, their tongues sharing the lusciousness of her wetness, the taste, so sweet between them. His breath quickened, but she did not let go. She pressed her body close against him, kissing him deeply, her fire feeding his passion.


She slowly released her grip, feeling his hands holding her, caressing her bare back, and lower...moving down her ass and then to her bare thighs. She smiled, it was not her intention to let him control anything. Indeed he was to suffer, and to suffer a torment only lovers can give. She took his hand into her's again, backing away slowly, leading him up off of his chair.


Kneeling in front of him, she unclasp his pants, letting them fall down over his waist, she pulled them further wrapping her long red fingernails inside the seam. He stepped from them, nude. She gathered them to the side and ran her hands up over the top of his feet caressing her soft touch up the front of his legs to his inner thighs almost to touch the soft skin of his scrotum but instead turning her hands away moving them up his sides, leaning up and closer and placing a single kiss upon his stomach, looking up at him. Her hair brushed against her side as she moved. Her kiss so tender that he had felt her cleavage stroke against his exposed *****. She leaned back, turning her gaze down to his exposed *****. She had felt it grow even harder against her as she had kissed him. She smiled, gliding her fingertips down it from the sensitive tip to the base of its shaft, touching the underside of his balls there with her other hand. Letting her fingertips only flutter across the tender skin there. He moaned, looking down at her, watching her. She kissed the edge of the head of his ***** gently, she could hear him take a deep breath. She turned her head to the side, letting her cheek stroke it gently. Her soft skin against his *****. She turned her head slowly, letting it brush against her lips and then turning more so that it brushed against her other cheek. Stroking against him like a cat just begging to be stroked and pet. Her lips touched the head of his ***** again, opening wider, letting her warm wet tongue follow the curve of his glands. Clasping her hands around his shaft gently, she stroked it in slow strokes, bringing her hands up to her lips which caressed the head and then down again. Her tongue circled the head of his hardened ***** and flicked lightly against the precum already emerging. She moaned softly, enjoying the taste of it, closing her mouth as she pulled it inside on her tongue. Savoring it. He moaned out, sliding his fingers into her hair lovingly stroking her silky curles. She moved right hand up and down his shaft one more time and then stood up.


She took his hand once more and lead him to the bed, pulling the dark coverlet down the length of the bed. The black sheets underneath intrigued her, she always loved them. How many times she had simply day dreamed of disappearing within those dark sheets and becoming one with her lover. She laid him down on his back and stepped away, admiring how his light skin looked against the black sheets. The firelight from the candles dancing upon his skin. She walked to a drawer in the dresser behind him.


'Close your eyes.' she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear her. He fought with the want to keep his eyes open. To never let her disappear from his gaze, but in the end he bent to her desires. If only for the moment; he closed his eyes. She walked back to him a noise of metal fastening to the corner of the bed to each side of him, he opened his eyes just as she closed, with the well known clicking metal upon metal sound, a handcuff upon each wrist. She flipped the switch on each securing them, making sure they would not tighten any further if he were to struggle. He looked at his hand cuffed wrists and then to her. The steel was cold, he twisted his wrist slightly and the steel bit into his flesh. He watched her, his eyebrows moving into a small frown his eyes almost pleading with her silently. She knew how much he enjoyed to hold her, and to touch her. This was to be the first of his true torments.


She flipped on the switch to his cd player letting the soft dark music surround them. Type O negative told the stories of her darkness, he should have known then who she was. She crawled up onto the bed, kneeling at his feet, moving her hands up his legs once again, slowly letting her fingernails deepen into his skin, growing sharper and harder as she stroked them up his inner thighs and circling outside to his sides. He gasped between his clenched teeth. She soothed the skin moving her hands back down over the scratches, her soft fingertips caressing the pain softly. He moaned as she moved her hands up around his balls again, massaging them gently and then up around his hardened shaft. She crawled forward, sitting over his *****, it pressing forward against her *****. Her labia piercings resting on each side of his shaft. Her hips swayed to the music and she closed her eyes, listening to it. Letting it direct her movements. She touched her fingertips to her cheek, letting them move as lover's hands down her cheek following the curve of her own neck and down her exposed cleavage which seemed to want to explode from her dress with each breath she took, yet it did not. She followed the seam of her dress across the top of her breasts and to the back, reaching her zipper and pulling it down. She knelt higher up above him, the fabric being freed from her body. She pulled it up over her head and laid it to the side of the bed. Her pink nipples contrasted beautifully against her ivory skin and reddened lips. She closed her eyes again, letting her hands continually wander against her own skin. Stroking a cupped hand over each breast, caressing it tenderly, her own nipples growing hard. Rubbing a nipple between two extended fingers and releasing it cupping her breast from underneath, pulling it up slightly, relieving its own weight, supporting it, and enjoying the softness of it. Moving her hands lower, down her sides, her breath quicker than before, her hands crossing down her hips lowering even further, letting her fingers wrap around the curve of her mound, just barely letting them stroke across her nether lips. Her piercings glittering there already a sticky string of ***** dripped down from her lips. He watched her, kneeling above him her flower opening in front of him, and letting a drip of honey, a tear, flow from it and land to the head of his *****. He moaned, watching as she slid her fingers between her labia lips, at first parting her outer labia roughly, looping a finger tip through a piercing ring on each side and spreading them, but then pressing her fingertips between gently. Covering them with her own passion. She moved her hips in a slow rythem, letting her free hand wander upon her skin again, caressing her own breasts and skin. She moaned, enjoying her own pleasure. He wondered if she had forgotten he was there, as she rose up like an angel above him, locked in her own dream or fantasy, rubbing against her fingers. Her pace quickened and she moaned louder, she trembled above him, tightening her knees to his sides. He moaned, wanting to feel her so terribly. She opened her eyes just barely, looking down at him, not missing a stroke she slowed and lowered over him. He felt her moist hot ***** against his *****. He wanted to feel her around him, but she slid down the side of his shaft, moving it up and down her slit, letting the head of his ***** rub against her ***** bringing her even closer to orgasm. She wrapped her fingers under her thighs to keep balance as she continually stroked against him riding the outside of his shaft, covering him with her sticky *****.


'Oh god.' he whispered, beginning to tremble. She fell forward against him, the waves of orgasm taking her. She let out a soft shriek and moan as she stroked a few more strokes against him, shuttering softly against him. She lay there for only a moment, quickly regaining her breath. He moved his hand intending to hold her, but the steel of the handcuff biting into his wrist reminded him he was unable. He growled with frustration. She smiled and moved her hand down under herself and between her legs, guiding his hard ***** into her tight *****, letting the head slide easily through her own lubrication. When just far inside enough to hold with her inner muscles she let go of his shaft and looked up at him. He was watching her still. She smiled her dark smile, her fangs only slightly showing. She readied her hips, relaxing her muscles and in one swift motion snapped her hips back and jerked her body all the way upon him, deepening him fully into her *****. She sat up, pressing him fullest into her. He could never be deeper than he now was. He threw his head back gasping, starting to move his hips against her, but she pressed her hands down on his hips, pinning them to the bed.


'No,' she hissed, 'don't move.' He stopped.


'Wha..?' he moaned looking up at her.


'Don't move, or I'll get off. Understand?' He nodded. She wrapped her fingers around each side of his waist using his own body weight as leverage tightening around him, pulling him deeper into her and then relaxing rising up just tiny bit. Pulling him into her once again making her own rythem like this, never moving more than a tiny bit, yet filling herself completely, using his ***** as some immobile sex toy, pressing him deeper within her and then relaxing. She closed her eyes, moaning deeply, her rythem growing faster, yet still steady. He wanted so desperately to move against her, to stroke her fully. He couldn't ***** like this, his hands clenched in frustration feeling her tighten around him in her rythem, her hands tightening and relaxing around his waist. ***** him in her own way, she shuttered, nearly cuming upon him. His eyes grew wide as she lifted up off of him. He pulled at the handcuffs, growling, but she didn't seem to listen. She laid down next to him, moving her head next to his wet, sticky, ***** covered *****. She lapped at it in small laps, as if she were a kitten licking up the milk from a saucer. She savored her own honey on her tongue and then spread her lips against it, cleaning his shaft of the sticky wetness bit by bit. He moved his head back and forth on the pillows in frustration, moaning. Kissing and licking, she let her strokes become wider up his shaft, beginning each stroke at his balls and ending it at the head of his *****. The shaft finally clean she wrapped her crimson lips around the head of his *****, sucking hard against it, pulling all of her honey from it in one deep kiss of her lips. She looked up at him tenderly, while she kissed it again. He closed his eyes, not able to watch more. His breathing had been quick, and he tried to steady it. His chest rose and feel in his deep steady breaths, and he heard her words. She had moved over him and whispered in his ear, he could smell her ***** on her lips and breath, how sweet the scent was, and how much he wanted to taste it again himself.


'Do you want to ***** me?' she whispered. His eyes opened widely and looked deep into her blue eyes. The words were not there, they could not, or would not emerge from his throat. He groaned and nodded. She stood up and left him there, going to the drawer once again and bringing back two scarves, tying each around each of his wrists, leaving one strand on the side of the specially tied knot. She took the key from the drawer and unlocked the handcuffs from his wrists. He was glad to be free of the biting steel, but his hands were still bound. It wasn't much of an improvement. He flexed his hands letting the blood flow again through them, the scarves giving a little more room than the handcuffs had.

She crawled back up over him, letting his ***** slide into her again, letting him this time move against her, but she did not move her hips. She leaned over him, letting him push himself up into her. She closed her eyes moaning. She shuttered once and then opened her eyes, their eyes meeting as he stroked into her, her eyes changed if just for that instant and she snapped her hips fully upon him, deepening him fully once again in one deep thrust. He couldn't take this, it was too much, she had to move, but she didn't. She sat there for just a moment looking down upon him, then slide nearly off, snapping her hips back and taking him deep once again in one swift motion. He tensed his arms reaching for her, this was too much. Against she leaned up over him, the head of his ***** almost falling from her, she reached above him and pulled the free strands of the scarves as she snapped her hips back again, jerking deep against him, his hands freed at the end of her movement. He lunged forward half sitting up immediately, wrapping his hands around her hips and ass, slamming her down upon him roughly in deep fast strokes. She gasped and moaned deeply as he took control and pushed her back on her back moving on top of her pulling her legs up around him roughly, impaling her deeply. Slamming his tormented ***** into her in long fast strokes, his body trembling, and shuttering. Finally emitting a sound that only could be described as a animalistic roar. His ***** spilling out inside of her, announcing to the world his fofillment. His teeth clenched pulling her up against him in his final strokes, leaving the last drops of his passion deep inside her. He growled deeply, still pinning her against him rocking against her. He slowly caught his breath, and he could feel her own chest move with her breath underneath him. She had screamed out too, though he hadn't heard her, and she trembled softly, regaining her own breath. His eyes softened, looking down at her. She slowly opened her eyes, how blue they were. She smiled gently at him.


'I love you.' she whispered.