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Light in the Darkness	By : Kaie Category: A through F > Dark Hunter Views: 1476 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the Dark Hunter characters or the story line created by their author; 2nd main character, Hector, is based loosly off Castlevania Curse of Darkness and is not owned; Marilla is the only character I own. This is not for profit

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Ok all... there is adult content in this one. Very lemony! Thanks for reading!
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She stood upon her balcony, gazing out at the night.   It was a calm serene evening, but the anger she felt was anything but serene.
Artemis had just departed … lucky for her. She of course left plenty of damage in her wake, she always did. The Goddess both loathed and craved her niece. Loathed Marilla for her alliance to Athena, escaping her hold, and the friendship she shared with Acheron. But craved her for the bond of family, the bond of the Dark Hunter and the need to possess her devotion.
She was sloppy at best, and had just as much of a temper as Marilla did. The one saving grace for the evening was that Artemis never showed in the presence of her other dark hunters. No… only Acheron, Hector and herself. Acheron could contain his disdain, Marilla did it with a quick wit and snide comments, however Hector struggled.
She could still see the look on his face when she entered the room. His eyes surged black, and the air around him became frozen. She had not witnessed that look since the night she came upon him after the slaughter of his father. The chill in the air froze her to her core and the look in his eyes when he turned to face her were that of a wounded animal, a man past reason, a man that hurt so profoundly all he had left was rage. That was truly one of the only times Marilla remembered feeling fear. But when he sank to the dirt and she saw his eyes clear, she knew that she would do anything for him.
It was then the words started. Marilla could not stand for Hector to be insulted, and without thinking she lashed out and attacked. She spilled the words of hatred and malice she always spoke to Artemis when she was angry. This time however, Artemis had her own arsenal of verbal ammunition. Within moments her secrets were laid bare and everything she did not want Hector to ever hear was said.
“I may be a cruel goddess… but never a whore. Never a whore dear niece. Have you told him? Have you told him how you sold your body for his soul. How for 100 years you were no warrior, no dark hunter, but a common whore for the God of the Underworld. Do you think he would touch you now! Do you think any would have you now after his tainted hands have known your body?!”
The words trailed her up her staircase. Marilla couldn’t even face Hector’s eyesas she fled from the room . She locked herself in her room and listened to the muffled yells and shouts from her room. It had grown quiet and remained that way for a little over an hour. Both Acheron and Simi had been up to check on her, but she sent them away. Right now… she could not face anyone.
Marilla let the tears come, silently letting her pain slide down her face as she turned her gaze to the full moon. Deep down she knew no one saw her as a whore. In the core of her soul she knew anyone else would have done the same thing for someone they loved. Athena welcomed her home after the 100 years without a second thought. She had cleaned her wounds and healed her mind and body as best she could. Acheron had never uttered a negative word to her and if anything she could swear she saw more respect emenating from his always warm eyes. Even he helped her to heal, bringing her to the haven she loved so in his home. Still, Marilla could not listen to that voice inside herself. Those years locked away from the light with only darkness had wounded her pride. But it was the look in his eyes, the sound of his voice and tone in his words that began breaking her. Sometimes in her dreams she could hear him still… and feel him. She would’ve preferred torture, but he didn’t make it that easy… oh no, he made sure her body enjoyed every moment.
The thought made her sick, and though she had been free of him for 300 years, it still felt as though it happened just yesterday.
As she relived some of the moments she felt the soft caress of a shadow settle in over her mind, soothing her memories and easing them away gently. Hector. While he stayed out of her mind, he reached out to her and attempted to soothe the pain he knew she felt. He stayed hidden in the shadows, a silent watcher, waiting for her to signal she was ready. This night he surprised her… he did not wait.
After Acheron and Simi had been unsuccessful and his rage had at last quieted, it was then that he dared to approach Marilla. He stayed silent in the shadows and watched as the tears came. Watched as her body trembled as she cried. Hector allowed himself to be known, letting the coolness of his aura spread through the room and heard the faint catch in her breathing that told him she knew he was here. Her thoughts stayed hidden to him out of respect, but he knew that’s what troubled her and he pushed them from her as tenderly as he could.
He moved from the shadows and silently gravitated to stand behind her. He let his energy surround her, attempting to soothe her, but her crying only increased. His fingers brushed hers gently, and as if burned she ripped it away.
“Hector please…” she whispered, turning to face him.
The look on her face broke his heart. The look in her eyes was haunted. Shame filled her features and she wept.
This was the end for her. She had suffered many things, but this was too much. She longed for this man. She waited and suffered for over 2800 years, but now she could feel everything slipping away. Suddenly the doubt was suffocating. Hope seemed impossible for anything to be possible for them. Could there be friendship? Could there be love? Could they have what once was?

No. Artemis destroyed it all.
She felt his fingertips upon her face. He trailed his long fingers along her cheek, jaw and then over her lips. She waited to hear the words… waited… but they did not come.
“You’re no whore Mari.” he murmured, closing the distance between them. She felt his magic envelope her. Felt the coolness of it press her against him. They were so close, she could feel his breath on her skin, yet she was too terrified to open her eyes.
She trembled as he cupped her face in his hand and gasped at the feel of his lips trailing her features.
“Tell me to go Mari… and I will. Tell me to stay… and I’ll make up for these years of hurt.” Hector whispered to her, feeling her breath caress his lips as he hovered centimeters from her own. He prayed she wouldn’t send him away.
He could practically taste her, yet if she told him to go, he would. Then he heard it, her voice a whisper in the darkness…
“Stay”
The distance was closed in seconds as Hector descended upon her. His mouth claiming Marilla’s, tasting her fully for the first time. She yielded to him willingly, whimpering against his lips. His fang grazed her lips and willingly she opened her mouth to him. He swept his tongue inside, savoring the sweetness of her, searching for every inch uncovered. Her taste swirled though his senses as he ravaged her mouth, aching for more. He would lay claim to this woman. He would wash away the memories of the past with his mouth, hands and body.
It was too much. She had waited centuries for this moment, but it was too much. She was no longer the woman who trained him. No longer the woman she had been before his death. She was lost and her Goddess was not here to guide her. This was uncharted territory and she did not know how to guide herself. Her knees weakened as he kissed her. He tasted like the darkness, full and rich. As his lips left her mouth to trail her neck, she felt her knees buckle. His strong arms caught her and for the first time since Artemis came that evening she met his gaze.
She could swear her heart stopped, as she expected disgust… lips could lie, but eyes never could. Yet all she saw was acceptance and something else… perhaps it was love?
Hector’s heart ached at the look in her eyes. The pain and shame was brimming in their depths and his brave goddess was lost and broken. He would be her strength. Gathering her in his arms he strode into the darkness of her room, the glass doors closing on a whim of his thoughts behind them.
Hector set Marilla gently on the bed and moved to light the candles in the room. The light was dim as he erected dark flames to burn a dull blue. Too much light would startle her, this would be enough to put her at ease and allow her the ability to see him. He did not need the light to see her.
When he returned his attentions to her she was no longer sitting on the bed. She was standing beside her dresser, gazing into the flickering blue of the flame. He watched as she placed her fingertip into the flame and then as she pulled it back, frost settled upon her fingertip.
When she turned around, she found Hector watching her calmly. “I forgot about this.” she whispered, gazing around the room at the ice flames he lit.
His lips twitched into a smile as he watched the soft blue light dance upon her face. While she had seen centuries of war, she maintained an innocence that always amazed him. The warmth in her eyes faded once more and he made his way to stand in front of her worried for her. When he reached her and tilted her head up to look at him, he watched the tears flow down her face once more. Saw the fear in her eyes. This time he didn’t stop her as her body sank to the ground and she wept out loud.

“Hector… I’m so sorry. Forgive me.” she murmured, clutching to his arms as he sat down in front of her.
He pulled her into his arms, holding her head to his chest as she wept. One arm kept her securely held to his body, as his other hand stroked through her silken hair. He could feel his anger begin to consume him. Someone needed to pay for this injustice, but in the end he knew that he was the result. Desperately he wanted to blame Artemis to turn his anger on her and rip her apart, but Hector knew better. His foolishness led Marilla down this path and instead of locking herself away from him, she was allowing him to make up for his idiocy. He would not be a fool again. Not this time. He did not care how long it took… he would right the wrongs and make her his like he should have the first night he saw that look in her eyes all those years ago. It was that look of pure love and acceptance that kept him going and made him invincible. Once he had been a fool and convinced himself he was undeserving of her, so he stayed away from her. Hector was still convinced he was unworthy, but this time he did not care. He would restore her to spirit if it took his last breath.
Her body shook as she sobbed harder, trying to find so many things to say to him, but not able to voice any of them.
“What do I need to forgive sweet one? It is you I should ask forgiveness for.” he murmured, kissing her forehead tenderly. Tears threatened to escape him in that instant, and for the first time he didn’t stop them.
She felt wetness drop onto her forehead and slowly pulled away to look up at the man that held her. Tears streamed forth from his eyes. She felt his hands take hold of her face and tenderly his lips sought hers again.
Marilla closed her eyes as his lips traced over her mouth, just feeling her as he kissed her. He rested his forehead on hers, still holding her face in his hands. She felt the pads of his thumbs trace her cheeks, wiping away her tears as his continued to fall.
Hector felt the pain well up inside him. Felt that undeserving feeling build and release as he gazed into Marilla’s eyes.
“Forgive me Marilla.” he whispered, and then he was on her.
He pulled her to him fiercly. His fingers laced through her hair, holding her head tenderly as he plundered her mouth. His tongue swirled through her mouth, grazing her small fangs, making her moan with want.
Grabbing her waist he pulled her body onto his lap, pulling her skirts open to his touch. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, curling her fingers into his silvery hair as one of his hands cupped her bottom, holding her securely to his body.   Pulling from her mouth Hector trailed his lips down her sun kissed jaw line and over her smooth neck. He trailed his tongue over her skin, letting his fangs scrape an invisible line down her throat. Her scent was intoxicating, her taste overwhelming and he couldn’t get enough.
He held her tightly to him as he pulled the strap of her black tank top down, exposing the swell of her breast. Without encouragement Marilla raised to her knees to bring her breast level with his mouth. She was blissfully unaware of her actions, but her body knew exactly what it wanted. She responded beautifully to Hector’s touch, and ached for what was next.
Marilla felt her body tense and a scream was halted in her throat as she felt Hector’s cool mouth close over her peaked nipple. She felt his left hand squeeze her bottom, pulling her roughly to him, the feel of his hard chest tight against her stomach. The thumb on his right hand grazed over her clothed sex driving a strangled cry from her lips. So many sensations as once. The tip of his tongue played with the tip of her nipple and then retreated as his lips pulled tight and sucked.
Everything vanished as she felt him touching her. She heard Hector growl low, his chest rumbling against her stomach and he dropped her. Her body landed on his and she felt him strain against the leather of his pants.
The feel of her resting against him was too much. She was breathtaking and he could feel the fire from her skin practically burning him with need. Her hair and clothes disheveled from his hands, but the blue in her eyes glowed, knowing what he could offer and what she wanted. She stood slowly, and he could smell her scent as his face came level with her core. Turning, she strode from him and he pursued.
She could feel him at her heels, he hadn’t even stood. He slipped along the floor through the shadows as he watched her. His gaze swept up her legs resting on his goal. She felt burned, branded by his gaze and her body responded as she grew wet. Slowly she turned to face him and sat upon her bed as she met his gaze. Hunger… that’s all she saw.
He stayed motionless a foot from her legs. It felt like time stood still as he slid forward on his knees and came to meet her. He resembled a large black cat as he crawled forward. Like a predator stalking his prey he came to rest silently before her, waiting to make his move. The anticipation was torture as she felt his cool breath on her skin. At long last he moved.
Her legs were closed firmly in front of him and slowly he slid his hands up her calves, past her knees past her thighs to the hem of her skirt. Within a second he had rid her of the material and settled he face back at her calf. Hector took his time, reveling in the feel of her skin and her scent as he nuzzled along her muscled leg, nudging them apart as he reached her knees.
She opened to him easily and in one swift motion he placed her legs over his shoulders. Her scent attacked his senses, and he knew tonight he would not have all of her. The need was too great, and his control was rapidly slipping. He could give them both this for tonight. There were plenty of tomorrows for other things.
Smiling to himself he took his time, harnessing his control, grazing his lips, teeth and tongue along her thighs. Her skin was on fire and he took a moment to look up as she writhed on the bed. With an open mouthed kiss to her thigh he ripped the thin black material hiding her from him.
Marilla felt her body still as she lay bare before him. Her thighs trembled and the feel of his teeth and tongue lingered. His fingers pressed into her upper thigh, holding them securely as she unconsciously struggled to close them. She had never felt so exposed, and the feeling both invigorated and frightened her. Shakily she struggled to her elbows and looked down at the man gazing upon her core. She couldn’t breathe.
Hector felt her watching him. He could smell her fear and her desire as one and his senses heightened. A low growl escaped him and as he met her eyes a smile filled his face and he took her into his mouth in one swift move. Savagely he fed on her, never breaking contact with her gaze. His tongue laved over her, inside then over her clit, swirling over the beaded nub vigorously and then she was lost to her body. Nothing in his life prepared him for this moment. She tasted like sunlight and shadow and the smell of her drove him to his breaking point. He felt like a drowning man who had found water. The fire in her blood pulled to him and he answered. He felt her fall back and arch into his mouth and he accepted her greedily. His hands pulled her tighter to him and he continued to take her. His teeth, lips and tongue moved over her core roughly, desperate to claim every inch of her, and he felt it… her body pulled roughly to orgasm.
Marilla felt her back arch sharply and a scream ripped from somewhere deep inside her. But Hector was far from done. He didn’t stop his attentions and she was sure she would die. Tears formed in her eyes at the pleasure and she felt his energy surround her as he continued to feast upon her sex.   Desperately she reached for something and felt his fingers lace around hers as the second wave took her. A silent cry opened her lips, but her throat was too raw to produce sound.
She could feel him everywhere. His energy settled over her, seeping into her body and she could feel the ache of his own pleasure. They were connected and as he drove her forward more with his mouth she reached out to him with her own energy.
He felt her connect to him and as his teeth closed over her clit he felt her power close over every inch of his body and squeeze. Her fingers gripped his violently and he felt her mind push hard against him and before he knew what was happening a roar ripped from his throat to vibrate against her clit and she came hard for a third time. Simultaneously he felt his own body release at the pull of her energy. He couldn’t move. In that one instant he felt every bit of energy thrust out of him as he came hard and shook against her. Hector could only lay his head against her thigh as they both trembled in the aftermath of the intense orgasm.
He felt her breathing slow, but he continued to pant against her. Her hands were in his hair, stroking his matted hair from his face. Her fingertip were cool against his hot skin, her energy still running wildly through him. Slowly he felt it recede and at last his breathing ended.
“Wow…” she murmured. He smiled wickedly and laid a soft kiss to her inner thigh. Her fingers tightened in his hair warningly and he retreated quickly. She was far too tender for touch right now.
Carefully he stood and laid her legs down gently. She struggled to sit and then stand, but as she stood her legs gave out and Hector caught her, sitting her gently on the bed once more.
“Sorry,” she laughed, sheepishly looking away. Catching her chin he lifted her lips to his. He kissed her tenderly and moved away to clean them both up.
Ten minutes later Hector crawled beside Marilla and wrapped his arms around her. She curled against him but she felt distant.
“Marilla… I know you’re scared. But I swear I will not hurt you.”
Marilla felt peace in those few words and knew him to be a man to keep his word. While yes she was terrified, she knew she wanted him. She was a warrior… and this was just another battle to the ultimate goal. She knew Hector would guide her and let her lead when needed. Now she just needed to be brave enough to follow.
Taking his hand in her own she laced her fingers with his. She brought his hand to her lips and laid a gentle kiss upon his cool skin. “I know Hector.” she whispered as he pulled the blankets around them.
Sleep claimed them both and for the first time in many years… Marilla felt that old warrior stirring she thought had been lost.
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OK... there it is. I hope it was good! That one took me a while!
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