1. Cross. Part One


    Date: 12/19/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Hardcore, Male/Female, Mind Control, Monster, Author: CrossWrit, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Cross. Part One No light reached this part of the room. The solitary sunbeam that had managed to poke its way through the curtains fell on a dirty heap of ripped up clothing in the far corner. But here, there was only darkness, and the ragged breathing of the rooms sole inhabitant. Tyler lay naked, his arms and legs strapped to the corners of the bed with leather belts, allowing him no room to move or stretch his sagging limbs. Premature wrinkles lined the strong, angular features of his face now gaunt visage. His eyes stared straight upwards, unseeing and no longer questing about the small, dank space. He would blink from time to time, the darkness around him becoming only slightly deeper for a short period. There were scratches all along the muscular lines of his shoulders, and running down the length of his torso, then again from his thighs down to his kneecaps. They had varying ages, the oldest mere hints of their former savagery, while some bled openly. Tyler knew none of this. All of his world was darkness, would be darkness, until his angel returned to him. She always went away when he needed her the most. She would disappear during the early hours of the morning, only coming back once the hours of daylight had ended. She was his Sun, the center of his universe. The moment he felt her presence enter the room, Tyler’s blood would begin to boil. Just thinking about her set his heart at a frantic pace, causing his many wounds to begin to bleed anew. She would return. She ...
    always returned. Tyler only needed to keep faith, so his savior would return to him, just as she had promised. As the blood flowed down his sides, pooling underneath the small of his back, Tyler lost consciousness. OOOO Here. She was here. He could feel her. He could smell her, for God’s sake! That sweet scent of nectar, of life and joy and love and pleasure. His heart accelerated, blood pumping quickly to his member. Tyler’s back arched, his restraints stretching yet again as his whole being yearned for her. He needed her, needed that sweet warmth of forever enveloping him, smothering him until he could barely breathe. His entire body formed a rough crescent as he presented himself to her, his manhood proudly beckoning as he breathed in the scent of her. “Is that you? No, I know it’s you. Only you could do this to me. My soul feels you. My body needs you. Please. Please! Let me look at you, O Holy Mother. I just need to see your face, so I know it’s you.” He had barely gasped out the words as she came into view, a soft glow announcing her approach. Beautiful. Insanely, insurmountably and paradoxically beautiful. She was everything and nothing, a perfect and supreme being whose allure was outweighed only by the sheer pleasure he knew she could bestow upon him. Tyler groaned to look at her. The perfect contours of her face, highlighted by the soft glow of the candle she held in one delicate hand, upraised before her as a holy symbol of beauty. She was his light, the only thing ...
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