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The Silent Wish	By : LaurieBaker Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 14628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own the Phantom of the Opera.

This is mainly porn with somewhat of a plot. Based on Leroux/Kaye Phantom. Just a little E/OC smut fantasy.

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Any young woman would do.

The Phantom of the Opera waited just beyond one of the many dark hallways of the Paris Opera House, lurking and awaiting his prey that would leave from the hall of dressing rooms.

Well, perhaps not just any woman. He wanted someone virginal and sweet… like Christine had been before she had turned on him.

Ever since his Angel of Music had abandoned him for her wealthy Vicomte, he had spent his nights tossing and turning in unrelieved violent lust. Not only was his heart broken, but he now seemed to be doomed to a life of lonely celibacy. How unfair to have a taste of what love would feel like, just to have it stolen away from him!

Despite his unusual methods, he had tried to be honorable towards Christine. Hadn’t he wooed her tenderly, sung to her songs of sweet love and devotion, been her father and friend and protector and teacher? He wanted her for a wife. And how had he been repaid? With misery...in a lifetime full of misery...

Well, no more would he suffer in such a manner!

All of his life, he had been called a monster. He had been hated and feared, even by his own mother. So be it! He would truly be the odious creature that everyone believed him to be! He would find a beautiful young girl, the first one to walk down this hallway, and slake his lust upon her relentlessly. It would not ease the ache in his heart, but it would definitely ease the ache in another spot!

He would be denied the joys of the flesh no more…

A silhouette of a woman appeared in the hallway. From what he could make of her shadow, she had ample curves on a slight figure. Oh, yes. She would do. She would do quite nicely.

As quick as lightning, Erik whipped out his Punjab lasso, trapping the female by the waist and yanking her into the darkness. Frantically, she struggled and cried out, beating her hands feebly against his shoulders. But she was as light as a cat, easy enough to pull down into the darkness of his home.

The gendarmes all thought they had discovered his lair, but the part they knew about had been only one small fraction of it. He had many different living areas throughout the underground levels of the Opera House, most of them unknown to anyone but himself. After all, he was not called the Trap-Door Lover for nothing! He had helped create this place…this Paris Opera House…and he knew all of the twists and turns deep down below just as well as any rat! Dragging his hysterical victim with him, he twisted down an alternate tunnel, bypassing the underground lake until he must have been seven stories below the Opera House. Then taking one of a series of large keys for his cloak, he opened a door which led through a labyrinth of mirrors until they arrived into a small chamber. His new bedroom.

No longer would Erik suffer the cold of the catacombs in a coffin. He had a nice large mattress swathed in black and red silks and satins this time. Originally, he had attained it in the hopes of enjoying it on his wedding night with Christine. Oh, well, one cat screeched just as loudly as the next in the dark!

Once he lit a few candles, he saw the woman shivering before him and recognized her at once.

She was Aurora Sorelli…the sister of the famous prima ballerina, La Sorelli. Many times, she had appeared in attendance at the theater, watching her sister perform in the various ballets. What extraordinary luck to have her as his random victim!

Although Erik had only cared to watch Christine on stage, whenever he had caught a glimpse of Aurora Sorelli in the audience or in the lobby of the theater, he had found her very pleasing to the eye in her gorgeous expensive gowns. Up close, she was even more of a vision. She could have been a dainty doll of porcelain in her dress of white lace with her long blonde curls and ivory skin. Yet her figure was round and lush, driving any man to think lewd thoughts, particularly such a frustrated creature as himself.

Aurora’s blue eyes widened with dismay as she saw the masked man in the darkness.

“Oh, Lord in heaven!!” she screamed. “You're the Opera Ghost!”

“Your powers of observation are remarkable, my dear,” Erik responded cruelly as he yanked Aurora Sorelli violently against his chest, running his hands along the sleeves of her dress.

“What do you want of me?” she gasped.

“Think about it, Mademoiselle. What would any depraved monster want with a young beauty such as yourself?”

Trembling in his grasp, Aurora Sorelli began to panic.

“But you love Christine Daae! At least, that's what everyone has been saying...”

“She’s not here though, is she? And you are…”

Tears threatened to spill down the maiden’s cheeks as he began to release the pins from her blond chignon. His eyes gleamed hotly as her hair fell about her shoulders.

"Hair the color of honey...ravishing..."

“Please, Monsieur, I know nothing of love or of the ways of men! Please don’t do this…” she sobbed.

“I cannot abide tears, Mademoiselle. I had quite enough of those with Christine. There is no reason for us to have an unpleasant time if you will simply cooperate and face your fate.”

Suddenly, she went into a paroxysm of screaming for help. With a growl, he clapped a hand over her mouth.

“You are wasting your time, Mademoiselle. No one will hear you down here. No one even knows that this place exists.”

She wriggled in his tight grasp.

“Please don’t hurt me! Please…”

“You say you are a virgin?”

“Of course!”

“Then I am afraid some pain is inevitable, sweet, but you will find that I can be quite a reasonable man,” he said. “If you promise not to make a fuss, I shall leave you unbound. But give me any reason and I will not hesitate to tie you just the way I want you, understand?”

She nodded, biting her lip, swallowing back her sobs.

“Now, if you will allow me…”

Aurora was wearing one of those confounded dresses with a million tiny buttons down the back. He would have simply torn it off if he wouldn’t have had to contend with cleaning up all of those buttons afterwards. As he worked at the dress, he began to hum an aria from an opera...celebrating a beautiful woman...

She gasped at the sound of his voice. If she was already sensitive to his singing, this would be a most satisfactory evening indeed!

Pulling the dress down until it lay in a puddle at Aurora Sorelli's feet, he then proceeded to unlace her corset. Her form was every better than he had been led to believe. She had the most seductive voluptuous breasts which threatened to spill out from her chemise. She covered the delicious-looking orbs with her hands as he stripped her until she was completely nude.

"Do not hide yourself, my dear..." he soothed. "You are so lovely...so lovely indeed..."

His compliments and soft tones seemed to calm her somewhat. He pulled her close, stroking her back until her shivering ceased. She smelled of roses.

"Lie upon the bed, Aurora."

Helpless to do anything but submit, she obeyed.

For several moments, he just stood before her, worshipping her body with one seductive song after another. Her eyes glazed over as her body was lulled into a state of security by his gentle tones. After a time, the trancelike expression changed into one of innocent excitement and anticipation. Truly, she was a treasure among women, so responsive to his voice!

Aurora barely even murmured when he lowered her chemise down to expose her naked breasts. He took them into his hands, feeling the texture and weight of them. He had often seen the naked statues of women about the theater and wondered what it would be like to feel such softness. Her bosom captivated him as he rubbed his fingers along her coral nipples. They hardened and grew large at his teasing. Any song he ever knew was long forgotten as he began to nuzzle against her hungrily, kissing and licking at the swollen buds.

Aurora made soft little sighs at his explorations, wriggling about.

“Don’t make me tie you!” he warned.

“I’m sorry, Monsieur!” she pleaded. “I can’t seem to help it.”

“Do you like it when I kiss your breasts?”

“Oh, very much…” she sighed.

He grunted with satisfaction as he continued to suckle away at her breasts for some time after her confession. Slowly, he ran his palms along her waist and stomach and hips, exploring her womanly curves. As he ran his tongue along her soft skin, he wondered how he could have gone for so long without ever knowing such a voluptuous sensation as the feel of a woman's secret flesh.

Spreading her thighs wide, Erik observed her venus mound with curiosity. To his surprise, she was quite warm and wet and ready for anything he chose to do to her. As he stroked along her sensitive skin between her legs with his fingertips, she cried out softly, involuntarily thrusting towards him.

“So you like me a little, don’t you, Aurora Sorelli?”

She blushed charmingly, unable to answer.

Even in her silence, he was encouraged. Perhaps despite his lifetime of solitude, he was not so inadequate a lover as he thought. As he caressed her folds with his fingers, he returned his mouth to her breasts, knowing how aroused that made her. Her sighs became louder and more frantic. In fact, he believed that she was almost on the verge of spending.

Taking advantage of the moment, he freed his manhood from his breeches.

Aurora stared at the largeness of his cock in dismay.

“Please…” she begged. “Be merciful, monsieur! Do not cause me pain! I am not Christine! I have not done anything to you...nothing at all...”

The mention of the diva’s name struck Erik to the core. Although he had expected to be fantasizing on the love of his life the entire time, in truth, he had been completely enchanted with the naked woman before him. Aurora Sorelli.

During the rosy hours of Mazenderan when he would be forced to entertain the little sultana, she often had him sit by her side during their orgies. Being the cruel sadist she was, the sultana probably enjoyed watching his frustrated erections fighting against his breeches as he saw one naked woman before another sprawled out and fucked before him in a variety of exotic ways. Often, these women would be spread wide and their pleasure nubs fiercely manipulated until they would moan with shameful release.

Curiously, he touched the small nub between Aurora’s nether lips with a fingertip. She made a small keening noise, obviously very sensitive there. Experimentally, he caressed the secret spot in slow circles just as he had observed the eunichs do at those orgies. Gradually, Aurora’s squeals turned into soft moans of pleasure. Taking care with his mask, he lowered his mouth to the spot, licking and sucking gently there. The taste of her female flesh was strange, but he found he liked it.

Suddenly, the fragile little beauty went wild, bucking her hips against his mouth as her thighs involuntarily trembled. Exhilarated at knowing he was the source of such throbbing intensity, he removed his mask, clutched her hips in his hands and buried his face deeper between her legs. So lost was she in her ecstasy, he was certain she wouldn’t even notice his face. He mercilessly swirled his tongue around the center of her, draining her of every tremor and guttural cry until she was spent and silent.

Aurora Sorelli lay before him in a state of tranquil bliss, almost having succumbed to a fainting spell. With thighs wide open and lids half-closed, she was his for the taking. Even in her state of virginity, he doubted she would make too much of a fuss.

And, curse his soul, he could not do it! He could not violate this young woman any further!

He rubbed his manhood between her pretty breasts, spilling his hot seed upon her soft flesh. But that was as far as he would go. If he took her maidenhead, it would ruin her for marriage. She might even take her own life with the shame of it. And despite his raging anger against the world, he could not bring her to such a fate. Besides, he did not feel quite so angry anymore. In fact, he felt rather peaceful as he tenderly washed her breasts clean.

Dizzy from the violence of his climax, he nearly fell as he rose up from the bed. With clumsy fingers which were usually so adroit, he laced up her corset and buttoned her chemise. When she was thoroughly dressed, he escorted her back to the Opera House.

It seemed the monster had a conscience, after all.

Aurora was passive and quiet as he led her through the labyrinth. She even laced her arm around his own, trustingly as if she were a child.

“Will you come for me again?” she asked hoarsely as they neared their destination.

“No, Mademoiselle. You will not suffer my presence a second time.”

“You didn’t take my maidenhead. Why not?”

“You are an innocent who should not pay for the betrayal of another.”

Leading her to the corridor where he had abducted her, he bowed his head and motioned for her to leave him. She hesitated.

"Go on, child, before someone sees us..."

The look in her eyes were uncertain as she looked down the pathway of dressing rooms and then back towards her captor.

“Farewell, Phantom…” she sighed as she reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers. Erik was stunned as her hot little tongue thrust against his own passionately. He could do nothing but stand there, prisoner to her sweet mouth, as he slowly traced his fingers along the lace at the back of her dress.

Reluctantly, she pulled away from him with a blush before she hurried back towards the dressing rooms.

With awe, he reached up towards his lips with his fingers. And then he realized he had forgotten to put his mask back on! And the girl had not even so much as flinched...
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