The Devil Tainted Us (A Gothic, Age Gap and Forbidden Romance)

I dash out of the bathroom as quickly as possible, looking around to make sure nobody is following me, but I suddenly bump into a strong, wall-like body. I nearly think it’s Father Geryon and I’m in big trouble, but when I see those familiar black eyes, I let out a sigh of relief.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I was getting some water for the rose.”

He nods and looks over my shoulder and nods towards the door of my room. We both get inside and I don’t waste time putting the rose inside the cup. It still doesn’t look much different from the last six days, but I don’t give up hope.

“Here,” Eryx says, making me look over my shoulder. “I brought you the jar I mentioned. It will hold more water and the soil it needs.”

He hands me a large glass jar with a crisscross design on the head area. With a timid smile I take the jar and replace it with the cup.

“You didn’t use the soil from the front yard?” he asks.

“I tried but it didn’t help much. Maybe it wasn’t fertile enough.”

“There is some good quality soil in the shore area. I will get them for you, don’t worry.” He turns to leave but I hold his wrist, urging him to turn.

“Can I come with you? I can bring the-”

“Nice try but you are not setting a single foot out of here.” He smirks.

“You know I can’t escape from here unless I get help. So, why won’t you let me out?”

“Because you aren’t allowed. End of discussion.” He moves to walk out again but I rush and stand in front of the door, blocking his path.

“No, it’s not. I want to go out and I can’t think of any possible way to go out with you except now. This place is huge and it will take me forever on my own.”

“You still aren’t allowed.”

“But you can allow me. I just want to go out with you for a walk, I need some air. Even if it’s for a fleeting moment I want to pretend I’m not in a prison.”

He stays quiet, assessing my face like he is looking for me faltering with my words. But I hold my head high, reflecting confidence and certainty.

He leans closer, resting his hands on either side of my head against the door, caging me.

“And what do I get in exchange?” he rasps, his face so close to mine that our lips are a few inches away.

“I didn’t know this was a deal.” My throat starts to feel dry with my heart pounding against my chest.

He smirks, running his nose along my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m breaking a rule for you, so I deserve to have something in return.”

I swallow. “What do you want?”

“You.”

One word. That one word is all it took for him to take me aback with surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I told you what I want. It’s as simple as that, I want you.”

“I’m still not getting it.”

“I see how you love to be in control. How you defy everything and try to take control even though you know the consequences would be terrible. But with me, I want you to give up that control. Surrender yourself to me.”

“It’s an unfair agreement compared to what I want.”

He shakes his head, lightly skimming his lips against mine but not leaning for a kiss, which makes me wish he did.

“It’s fairly equal. You just don’t want to go out for a walk on shore, you want to feel the freedom in your cage. Something I’m sure everyone wants here but you are the one getting it granted. So, for something like that I asked for an equal price. You accept it and I will take you outside.”

My pulse is racing, not just from his words but also from his irresistible touch. His lips run lower until it reaches my neck and he lands an open mouth kiss right on my pulse point. I close my eyes, feeling desire coursing through my nerves.

It’s turning out to be difficult to think through his bargain when his lips are so distracting. His tongue circles on my skin as he sucks on it at the same time. I can’t help but let out a raspy moan, holding onto his muscular shoulders.

“Ah!” I whisper, feeling his lips move up. Opening his mouth, he licks his way up to my jaw before moving to my lips and kissing me deeply with his fingers digging into my hair. His abdomen pressing against my stomach and when I feel his erection, my body igniting like an inferno.

Dear God. He is big.

He lets out a deep groan against my lips, making me lost in his sensation. I move my hands to hold his face but he suddenly grabs my hands with one of his and presses them over my head, and his other hand moves back, grasping the nape of my neck.

He is controlling my body and for some unknown reason I don’t mind it. I feel my body surrendering on its own to him.

“Say, yes, Agatha. I know you want this.” He nibbles my bottom lip roughly so that I nearly think it will bleed. But I don’t care. “Say it.”

“Please,” I whisper. He moves his hips against mine, making my cunt clench, aching for his touch. He lets go off my neck and reaches lower underneath my dress, tracing my now wet pussy, groaning in appreciation.

“Fuck, you are so soaking wet that I can easily slide my cock inside you.” His fingers circle on my wet spot while I wish he would just remove my panties and actually touch me.

“You want that don’t you, little girl?” he whispers. His hot breath fanning my lips before he dives in for another passionate kiss that shakes me to my core.

He finally moves my panties aside and traces my pussy back and forth, lightly touching my clit. God, this is torture.

My walls are twitching already and as if the bastard can feel it, he grins and continues his torment.

“It feels like torture, doesn’t it?” He coats his fingers with my juices before sliding two inside me. I cry out loud but he muffles that by placing a harsh kiss. “Every inch of you is yearning for release.”

His fingers move in and out as he fucks me with his fingers in a torturous, slow pace. I groan against his lips, begging him silently for more. “You are soaking my fingers, little girl. But, I’m curious…”

He pushes his fingers deeper with his palms against my clit. My legs are trembling, on the verge of losing balance.

“I want to see how much more wet you can be that you end up soaking the floor. What do you think, should we test it out and see?” he asks, licking my lips.

My heart skips a breath, and I hold no control over my body anymore as I move my hips to get some friction on my aching clit. I want the release so badly that I might cry.

He starts to move his hand back a little, making me whimper in protest. “No, please.”

“If you want it then you have to say it, little girl.”

“Please,” I beg, leaning my hips forward but being the fucking sadist he is, he moves his fingers away that I no longer feel my insides full.

“I’m not giving you what you want until you give me what I want. Give up your control and I will show you the pleasures you’ve never even imagined.”

Oh God.

“I promise you this, the pleasure will be dark and forbidden, but it will be an experience you won’t be able to resist. Say you want it.”

“I…I…” My voice fades away as my mind battles to resist him.

“Speak up, little girl,” he commands.

“I want it, please I want it so badly. I will lose my mind if you don’t give it to me,” I finally utter the words he demands to hear.

“Good girl,” he whispers with a smirk and the next second his fingers pushed deep inside me in one swift move. I yelp in surprise, throwing my head back.

“Ah, God-” my cries get muffled by his kiss as his fingers start to work their magic, moving in and out with the tips hitting my walls in that sweet spot. His hold on my hand tightens like he knows I ache to touch him.

But he is in control now. Not me. And I want that.

He pushes deeper like last time with his palm against my clit, hitting a spot that I’ve never felt before.

“Ah, there it is. You’ve never had something so deep inside you, did you?”

My moans are my only response. “I can hear you for hours and still won’t be tired of your cries and moans.”

His fingers move faster. I can hear the wet squelching sound which only makes me yearn for me. With him I feel greedy with everything.

“Your walls are clenching so tight. But remember what I said, I want to see you so wet that it’s soaking the floor, so let’s try that.”

His motions suddenly turn so fast that my whole body is moving along with it. Every bit of my soul feels like it is on the verge of breaking in his arms as I feel this experience I’ve never felt before. I cry out loud that I’m sure someone will surely hear, but I don’t care at all.

My walls are twitching and I feel my wetness streaking down my thighs with his increased speed. Suddenly, I hear light footsteps coming from the corridor and I know who it might be at this hour.

Sister Agnes.

Eryx smirks like he can read my mind but he doesn’t stop. “That day you were watching her and Father Geryon. How about today she hears you come, what do you think?”

I can’t respond as I’m too lost in the haze of desire.

The footsteps begin to come closer to my room and I nearly pray she will leave us alone without knowing what is happening behind the doors. But a part of me wants her to watch…wants her to see how Eryx is pleasing me…how he only wants me.

I feel myself reaching the peak point of release as my legs shake so hard that I feel I will be losing my footing, but his hold on my hands are the only thing that helps me stay upright. The footsteps got closer and we know she is right outside.

The thrill is so high that I feel my whole nerves being controlled solely by it. But Eryx doesn’t pause for a second, instead he paces up, whispering his commands against my ear.

“You will come right now for me. Come so hard that you will lose your mind,” he grunts while I’m mere seconds away from coming.

“Come for me, little girl. And you better drench the floors. Come.”

And I do.

I come so violently that my whole body shivers as I let out a silent cry, throwing my head back and shutting my eyes tightly, when I feel something wet dripping between my thighs. I’m squirting. Eryx and I both look down, watching my wetness pooling on the floor while his fingers continue to move, eventually slowing down.

When it finally stops, he pulls out his fingers and circles my clit making my body spasm even more.

“Good girl. Such a good little girl.” He kisses my cheek before moving to my lips. I feel like I’m in a different world where only him and I exist. But when I hear the retreating footsteps of Sister Agnes, reality returns to me. Eryx made me come and squirt while she was right outside the door. The thought would have repulsed me if someone told me a few weeks ago, but at this moment it feels beyond thrilling and exciting.

Eryx lets go of my hands and wraps his hand around my waist as if he knows I will lose balance with my body still coming down from that mind blowing orgasm.

I watch him lick his fingers clean and it is such an erotic sight to behold.

God. What is he doing to me?

He pulls down my dress, smoothening my hair back as I look at him with drowsy eyes, watching him grin like the sinister he is. Picking me up he guides me to my bed and lays me down.

“I will get someone to clean the floor. Be ready after dinner,” he whispers before kissing me one last time and standing up. My body feels already tired from that orgasm, so I close my eyes to rest for a while, before I hear the soft thudding sound of the door shutting as darkness engulfs me.

* * *

There is a light knock on my door at night and I know who it is. Smoothening my dress and hair I stalk towards the door and gently open it, finding Eryx standing there.

Even in this dark night, he looks so attractive and enormous. He is so tall that every time he is close to me, I have to crane my neck to meet his gaze. His dark brown hair was pushed back with his black eyes glimmering from the moonlight coming from my window, but the glass lantern he holds onto illuminates his features even more. I nearly expected him to not show up but he kept his promise.

He has a black hooded cape draped on his arm before he passes it to me. “Wear this.”

Without questioning I put it on and pulled the hood over my head. He nods, gesturing me to follow him as he softly closes the door. With steady and noiseless steps, we head downstairs and out of the door, but when we pass through the gate, I feel this surge of peace coursing through me. A breeze of freedom engulfing me as I try to avoid the reality where I’m still in my cage.

“Stay close,” he mutters and leans his hand forward with the lantern guiding our path.

It’s mostly muddy from the rain that happens here every once in a while. The leaves and few fallen branches crunch beneath our feet as we head forward. It’s pitch black that it’s impossible to see through anything without the lantern or the moonlight.

We keep walking for several minutes and at one point I feel worried if we have gotten lost. But I notice Eryx touching the trees every now and then which makes me wonder if that was his way of remembering the path. I carefully remember every spot we pass, even though because of the darkness it’s tough to memorize clearly.

Finally, the crashing waves’ sound gets louder and soon we reach the shore side. The water glistens under the moonlight with the wind gusting strongly, making the end of my cape sway vigorously.

It’s so…peaceful.

The scenario is breathtakingly beautiful. I inhale and exhale deeply, the earthy fragrance of the sea wafting around my nostrils. It nearly makes me wish to stay here and never return to Magdalene.

“Follow me,” Eryx mutters, making me slightly jolt because for a moment I forgot he was even there. I follow behind him as he walks towards the right side, searching for something.

He stops nearby a tall tree and leans the lantern forward to see the ground as he kneels down. “This is fertile soil. There is a small pouch in the pocket of your cape. Pass it to me.”

I pull out the bag and watch him fill it with soil until it’s hefty and he ties it close, passing it back to me.

“There, it’s done. Let’s return.”

“We aren’t going to stay?” I ask, feeling my heart drop dead.

“You wanted to come with me to get soil for your rose. We got it so there is no point in staying behind.”

“But I want to stay a bit longer. We just got here,” I argue.

“We are leaving now.”

I take a few steps back, shaking my head. “I want to stay.”

Even in this dark night, I can clearly see his sinister grin, feeling my body shiver from a sudden thrilling feeling.

“You either walk or be carried over my shoulder. One way or another we are going back, so you choose which option you want.”

He notices me taking further steps back as he seems to be thinking of something.

He snickers. “I can see your mind racing and it’s clear you want to run away from me. But no matter where you go, where you run,” he leans closer to me, setting my skin on fire, “I will find you, little girl.”

I gulp feeling my breathing speeding up.

“But on second thought…”

I frown. “What?”

He moves back as confusion fills me. “Run.”

“What do you mean?’

“Exactly what I said. Run. Find your freedom in this cage as I chase you. If you escape me, I will bring you here whenever you want, if I catch you then you will face consequences.”

Consequences?

What is he going to do?

Hurt me until my skin was raw with blood? Abandon me here?

I stay rooted to my spot, unable to understand his proposal. There is nowhere to escape as I’m stuck here, except to get back in Magdalene before he catches me.

“Run, little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

Before I know it, my feet are moving back as I turn and start to run. Where? That I don’t know.

I only hear my thudding footsteps, my raspy breath and my heart pumping faster. I look over my shoulder for once and see him standing in his spot. He isn’t even following me.

But I avoid it and run faster until he is no longer in sight. I reach the hill side and the only way forward seems to be the forest. Without thinking, I dash forward feeling my lungs burning for air. My nerves are slightly aching but I don’t stop for once.

It’s getting darker and darker the deeper I go. But when I hear heavy footsteps coming from behind, I give it all to pace up my speed. He’s coming.

I feel this unknown thrill coursing through my body, highlighting the adrenaline.

I can hear him…feel him getting closer, like a predator about to have his prey. I see a wooden bridge ahead but even from afar it’s clear it isn’t stable. But I still take the risk and walk ahead, holding onto the ropey handles as I cross it. Eryx crosses the bridge too with ease not caring how shaky it is with his weight.

My blood roars in my ears as I continue to run, but when I see the distant sight of the Magdalene gate, I feel a ray of victory coursing through me.

I’m so close. I can do this. I can beat him.

Suddenly, a strong hand catches my elbow and I yelp as I’m dragged back and pushed against a tree.

He caught me.

But I still continue to fight, thrashing against his hold. I even land a few hits against his face hearing him grunt, but in one swift move he catches both my wrists and pins them over my head.

“You lost, little girl.”

I wince from his grip, but my body freezes when he presses his body against mine, with his figure looming like a shadow upon me. Both of us are breathing heavily, craving for air.

I raise my leg to knee him but as if he sees it coming, he halts my attack and grips my neck in a tight grasp. I wiggle my back and hand trying everything possible to get away from him.

His twisted grin makes my nerves tremble with a dark excitement I didn’t know existed.

His mere presence holds a dark promise. His touch is an ecstasy that is forbidden for me and yet it feels so good. Eryx is a poisonous paradise.

“Time to face your consequences.”

Oh God.