Desires of the Flesh (The Dark Lord)

“What the fuck do you mean, no? I want you to fuck me.”

The dark man reached for his jacket and moved toward the door.

Alyson ran in front of him to block his departure. She had unfulfilled needs and was hurting, plus she wasn’t used to a man refusing her. Especially when it came to sex. “You can’t leave. I’m not done. I mean the interview isn’t done.”

She hit her fist on his chest, almost in tears. “You show me all this and expect me not to let emotions in? I’m a mentally and sexually frustrated mess. Is it too much to ask for you to fulfill one thing for me? Just fuck me. That’s all I…”

With a shove, the dark man pushed Alyson against the door. She felt the weight of his body pressing against her, almost smothering her with his brutal force.

His hot breath blew against her neck. “You don’t need me, Alyson. That’s not why I came here. You wanted the story. I gave you your story. It’s not me that you need.”

Alyson began to cry, longing for more. “I want to feel what those women felt. I want…”

“I can’t give you what you want. What you really desire is within you, I’m not the answer for you. I have seen your future. The man who can answer your needs will show himself soon. Follow your heart.”

“How will I know who he is?”

“By his mark.”

“A mark? Like a tattoo? What?”

“You’ll know.”

As Alyson tried to wrap her arms around the dark man, he disintegrated into the night air and vanished. He was gone. She put her face in her hands and wept. She was so strong, so brazen, yet this being had broken down all her walls, exposing her for what she really was. She was vulnerable.

Alyson walked to where the video recorder had silently listened to their conversation and picked it up. She set it on the table next to the tape recorder that continued to record. With a click she turned it off and began to rewind the tape.

Pushing the view button on the camera, she gazed at the small screen. Strangely, all it showed was the room and Alyson, sitting in the chair talking to nobody. Blinking her eyes a few times, she looked again—same thing.

Nobody had ever been filmed in the room with her.

She pressed the play button on the cassette recorder. Maybe there was some glitch with the video and she’d gotten the audio record of what had happened. The only sounds she heard were the mumblings of her own voice followed by gaps of silence.

Stepping back against the wall, Alyson slid down to the floor and began to cry. Everything she’d seen and heard was gone. She had no evidence

or any record of what had happened. She wondered if she’d given back the only physical evidence she’d ever have when she passed over the medallion.

His words still haunted her. Everything he said was clear in her mind. It was now up to her what would happen next.

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His tongue licked the beads of sweat between her swollen breasts. His mouth constantly tortured her nipples, sucking and pulling at them between his lips.

Alyson threw her head back and felt his long thick cock bury farther within her. Her fingers tugged at his hair as he squeezed hard on her ass. This night of passion had been going on for hours and she was finally getting what she needed.

She was getting fucked. Many times.

She put her arms against his shoulders, moving him away. With a smile, she pushed him down onto his back. Her fingers raked against the tense muscles on his chest. In a rhythmic motion she ground her pussy against his cock and savored what was coming…she was coming.

She raised her body and reached between them. His rock-hard cock strained upward as she placed it at her slick opening. With a guttural moan, she lowered her heat down onto his cock. It nestled tightly within her, stretching her pussy to the perfect size.

Alyson put one hand on his chest and the other against her breast where her nipples were still on fire from his sucking. She twisted the tight erect buds, sending the exhilaration and intense excitement directly to her pussy. The onslaught of her arousal peaked and she crashed back to reality.

“Oh fuuuucccckkkk. Oh my God, oh my, ohhhh…”

Visions flashed through her mind. The freedom from sexual inhibitions she had experienced with the dark man were all adding to this moment. He had branded her soul with so many emotions of pleasure and lust, she would relive them in her mind forever. Everything was growing—the pressure—the arousal—the need.

She began to spasm and she vigorously jerked her pelvis back and forth, making his cock rub against her clit. Her hand flinched against his chest and she dug her fingers into the muscular flesh. Her pussy seeped the juices of her sex, making a slippery mess between them that eased her continued fucking of this man. She felt his heart pounding and his deep groans echoed through her head as they both merged in a thunderous release of tension.