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The Virtue Of Sin	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 9864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Eric was deeply intoxicated but mostly in control of his faculties as he turned the key. He heard a heavy dragging sound from the other side and when he moved to open the door he found it blocked.
Sookie frantically moved the vanity as it was the only piece of furniture light enough for her to maneuver.
With thoughtless rage he smashed the door and the furniture behind it into pieces. He flung the pieces of glass from the mirror out of his way and entered the room.
The room was dark with only a single guttering candle beside the bed. These chambers had once belonged to his aunt; a cold hard bitch who’d remained a spinster until the day she died choking on a chicken bone.
Sookie scrambled back away from his furious expression and large looming body. He advanced, tossing smashed shards of wood to and fro. There was no escape and Sookie was certain that at this height should she jump from the window her injuries would be severe.
She was glad that she’d slept in her cloak; it at least hid the sheerness of her shift. She picked up the chair before the hearth. She swung it like David with the lions, and the duke in a terrifying display of strength snapped the legs off one by one.
He lunged for her and she fell to her knees, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Eric ripped her from the cold floor by her long thick hair “Shut up!”
She was in the throes of hysterics now and he shook her before flinging her to the bed. Sookie was horrified that all her years of gentle sheltering had led her to this place of defilement.
“Please don’t, it will kill me,” she cried, huddled on the bed.
The Duke of Ravenheart smirked viciously “Hardly,” he said ripping the cloak from her. Barbra had long since gone to bed and none of the other servants would dare intercede for her, she was now completely at his mercy.
Eric launched onto the bed, spreading her legs with one knee. “Ordinarily I would whip you first and chain you but we must make do with this mustn’t we?”
Sookie shrieked and a look of both annoyance and pleasure coasted through his shadowed eyes.
He dragged her off the bed, kicking and screeching onto his shoulder where he rapidly made his way to his chambers. He flung the doors back and tossed her to the bed.
She was now weeping and tearing at her hair. Eric gave her a look of disgust and built up the fire with logs that rested beside the fireplace. He billowed the flames into being and sat down.
“Pull yourself together you are about to be fucked with a cock not a bayonet,” he snapped.
Sookie was curled against the wall with her knees tucked below her and looking at her now Eric realized why he hadn’t taken her in the other room. First of all the stench of his aunt’s lavender water had hung like old underwear in the air and secondly he hadn’t been able to see her eyes in the dimness.
Dawn was two hours off as Eric poured himself and the little countess tumblers full of scotch. When she shook her head he scowled “Either drink it or choke on it,” he said glowering at her.
She took it with a shaking hand and sipped it, gagging. “Not like that, slam it,” he ordered.
Once she had he took the glass and threw it into the hearth. Over the pops of broken glass igniting he finished his and sat down once more. He put his legs before him and refreshed his drink.
When he felt sufficiently drunk again he stood. Eric took of his jacket, tossed it to the chair and got onto the bed.
He reached for her, she shrank back. He was growing quite hard “It’s lucky that you were raised by nuns and not monks,” he murmured staring at her full pouty lips.
Sookie thought that strange even in her delirium “Why?”
Eric gazed at her from hooded eyes “Because you’re so fucking beautiful they would have gang raped you before the altar,” he huskily replied.
She whitened with revulsion “You’re a vulgar depraved man, you sicken me,” she whispered.
He gave her a wicked evil look and his massive hand went to her throat, he pulled her to him. Sookie thrashed but his strength far surpassed her own as he threw her below him.
Eric lifted himself slightly off her and tore her shift from her delicate body. Then seeing her nakedness he got off her entirely to admire.
She was the essence of female perfection yet her figure was at odds with what most men in this day and age were attracted to. She was slim, almost dangerously so, with a tiny waist that most women had to corset themselves near to death to achieve even half the width. Her breasts were covered with her arms and he wrenched them to her sides and saw they were small and round with rosy nipples, her belly flat and her legs slender and petite.
She was in short; his ideal woman. He didn’t smile once during his appraisal but she saw a sick approval in his hard blue eyes.
He crawled up her fragile body, pinning her. She was limp below him, tears cresting down her little face. Eric bent his lionesque head and captured her lush mouth. He was hard and she whimpered when he drove his tongue to hers.
Eric put his hand between her thighs, plunging his fingers inside her. He groaned with anticipation when he felt her narrow sheath. She was dry as he expected but he knew the solution for that.
Eric spit on his hand and reinserted his fingers, forcing her body to mimic their wetness. Then with one single thrust he was inside her. She screamed and his eyes glowed with a fierce cerulean fire. He was almost gentle until her membrane tore and she let out an animal sound of pain. Sookie bucked below him, turning and squirming this way and that but it was useless, she was utterly dominated by his girth and length pounding into her. She was fighting him now and it felt like pure damnation to him. A part of him wondered had Satan raped Eve in the Garden in such a way?
Her fists pummeled his broad chest and only when she slapped him did he restrain her hands putting them above her head. “I hate you!” she hissed.
Eric smiled darkly “Good,” he retorted, spreading her further. He released her wrists and cupped her small bottom in his big hands and drove harder and deeper into her, her tightness almost painful. Sookie was in the throes of despair, there was no escape from his brutal ravishment.
She was getting at last slightly wet now and it felt even better to him than before. He snarled her hair in a tight grasp as he pulled out and flipped her over. He took her as a hound takes a bitch. Her little ass was perfect and so soft that he lost all semblance of control. She screamed as the new angle allowed him even deeper access. He pulled her gorgeous knee length hair back, enjoying the silky texture as he ripped into her.
Finally the duke who possessed the blackest heart in all the realm came. He remembered to pull out; he rolled her to her back and shot his thick seed onto her face.
Spent he lay next to her and turned to his side. He wiped the cum from her cheeks and put his coated fingertip to her mouth “Lick it off,” he murmured.
Sookie’s hands came up and slapped his finger away. She wiped her face on her torn shift. The countess stumbled from the bed, blood coming in a trickle down her thighs.
She tossed her cloak over herself and sat huddled before the fire. “You have defiled me and spent your filthy lust, give me leave to return to my father,” her voice was low and lilting with that lovely welsh accent.
Eric propped himself up against the wall “Correction, I have only began to defile you, and my filthy lust is just beginning,” he returned dryly.
The duke buttoned his pants over his still hard cock and sat above her. “That was truly exquisite,” he said to her bowed head.
She flashed to her feet and Eric saw she’d grabbed the iron poker “I will kill you!”
Eric simply sat there with a jaded look of amusement “As a killer who has murdered many killers, I can say with no hesitation that you won’t do a thing,” he said calmly.
His long leg kicked out from his seated position and he tripped her. She fell into his arms and he neatly took the weapon from her. She began to cry like a little girl and Eric felt something tug in his chest and he did something quite astonishing he held her.
She allowed him to for a moment then she swung her hand into his face. Any tenderness vanished and he gripped her throat and backhanded her. She fell from his lap and stared up at him.
“Why must you do this?” she was desperate now having had a taste of nights to come.
Eric kicked her bare legs lightly with a booted foot, his lips curved into a faint smile “Why does the lion hunt the gazelle? Get up.”
She sat up, putting her knees up beneath the voluminous cloak. Eric stared at her and then rose to the side board. He poured himself a fresh drink and got a cigar from his humidor.
He pivoted and sat. The fire was dying down and with some irritation he slammed his drink down and built it back to its former glory. That done he drew on the cigar and glanced at her, she had her back to him and her hair fell down her back to the floor like living amber.
Eric decided to let her sit at his feet if she wanted to, he even decided that he liked it that way.
He found himself humming a lullaby from his childhood as he sipped his drink. His thoughts went back in time.
Eric had heard screaming coming from his father’s study.
The door had been ajar, with warm yellow light playing at the edges. Eric had pressed an eye to the opening and seen his mother kneeling before a dead woman with his father above her. “Stop screaming I did it for you,” his father barked.
His mother looked up “For me? What can you mean?”
The duke ran his powerful hands through his thick black hair “She threatened to tell you everything; all the sordid details and send letters to your friends, I had to protect you,” his voice had grown broken now.
His mother stood her long golden hair in a braid thrown over her shoulder “Did you think I knew nothing of your escapades?”
Eric could only see the side of his father’s face but he thought he looked devastated “You knew Gabrielle, all these years? But you never…”
She stepped away from him, “Yes I knew and now you’ve murdered this girl for nothing, you disgust me.” She turned away and the sixteenth Duke of Ravenheart whirled her around, kissing her desperately.
“Don’t let this whore come between us. It has always been you in my dreams, always you that I came home to,” he murmured after their lips broke. His mother fell against him, tears streaming down her face.
“Damn you for making me blind to your evil ways,” she whispered.
His father lifted her face to his and kissed her cheek “Say it,” he commanded.
“I love you more than my life, my love,” she said softly. He’d stepped away from the study and ran as fast as his young legs could carry him to his mother’s wing, jumping into her bed.
An endless time later his mother came in. She’d climbed in and wrapped her arms around him and they’d drifted off to sleep. He’d never spoken of that night to her or his father. Seven years old he’d been and now he was nearly thirty and still that memory was impervious to time. Had Eric been an introspective person, or even a deep thinker; he would have guessed that all he knew of love came from that one moment.
Eric came back to the present and saw his prize curled up, fast asleep. He picked her up gently with an almost reverent expression. He tucked her in beside him. The sun rose into the autumn sky and orange and crimson leaves swirled to the ground. The vicious duke and the helpless countess slumbered falling into separate dreams and nightmares.
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