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

I stand at the shore side looking at the horizon of the sea, letting myself feel the calmness before I have to face the storm back at the Magdalene again. It’s turning dark and raining as usual but the weather doesn’t bother me anymore as I’m used to it.

But every time I try to keep my mind blank, it’s filled with the look of sheer terror and fright Agatha was in. I was in guilt before but now I’m drowning in shame too.

I keep blaming Tristen for making her life miserable but how am I any different.

I am no less than Tristen…perhaps more devious than him for what Agatha is going through.

While washing her at the bathtub, every time my eyes casted on her scars and bruises, I felt the hurricane of rage and remorse. It took everything within me to not go back and kill Geryon for what he did to her.

But I am to blame as well for not being there for her.

Although, the more I saw her scars, the more the urge to let her be free was consuming me. I swore I wouldn’t let her leave until she was cured, but she is better off being on her own and being miles away from this world of darkness.

She doesn’t deserve all this.

But a part of me doesn’t want her to leave…a part of me wants to protect her till my last breath even though she will loathe me…hate me to the depths of her heart when she knows the truth.

Sighing, I inhale the earthy fragrance of the sea and sand, before I walk back and turn out to return to my dark world. It has been a couple of days since I rescued her from the cellar. She healed quite quickly with all the care and medication I could provide her with.

She has been settled into my room since that day, sleeping in my bed while I slept on the chair. It’s uncomfortable but nothing I’m not used to. But even now whenever I look at her, I can’t help but feel the pang of guilt poisoning my emotions. She is in that state because of going against the rules, but I still feel…broken, for not being there for her.

I enter the hallway and pass by Geryon, whose face is still fucked up from our fight. But I don’t give him an ounce of my attention and head to my room.

Opening the door, I find Agatha sitting on the chair beside the window, looking outside at the forest.

Seeing her in my own clothes while being lost in her own little world, makes me wish I could stop time and capture this moment forever. She looks so beautiful and angelic even from this distance. Her skin is glowing under the natural light streaming in, bringing an urge to go to her and kiss that soft skin, marking her as mine.

Her hand rests against her lips with her index finger and thumb lightly caressing her bottom lip. Fuck. What would I give to kiss those lips like they are meant to be kissed and tasted by me?

I feel the spark of desire igniting within me, but I control myself, not wishing to be a selfish bastard when she is in such a state.

I walk inside catching her attention with my footsteps.

“Where did you go?” she asks, sitting up as she looks at me. But I avoid her gaze knowing well I will be reminded of the moment I saw her at the cellar.

“Just for a walk.”

I grab a towel, deciding to have a shower. I remove my wet clothes, unbothered by my nakedness in front of Agatha. But hearing her gasp makes the scenario a tad amusing to me. I can feel her heated gaze from back, imagining her looking at my body and tattoos that cover my back.

I head inside the bathroom and stand underneath the showerhead, tilting my face up. I stay there for a while to feel relaxed but none of it is helping when Agatha is in my head all the time. I soon finish and head out with the towel wrapped around my waist with a few of the water droplets glistening on my chest and abdomen.

I notice Agatha peeking at me from the corner of her eyes, pretending to ignore me but unable to help herself from looking.

“You can look all you want. I don’t mind it at all,” I mutter with a grin before pulling out a T-shirt and pants.

She shakes her head, looking at her lap. “I wasn’t looking-”

Her words halt when I drop down my towel to put on my clothes. Her eyes right away landed on my cock followed by a gulp with her breathing turning shallow.

It amuses me to see her so affected by me just from my sight, because I know that exact feeling from experiencing it whenever I see her. She has a charismatic spell casted on me just from her beauty and innocence.

She notices my gaze upon her and instantly blushes from what she did and looks away towards the window.

Snickering under my breath I put on my clothes when she asks a question out of the blue.

“Why does it rain here so much? I don’t think I have seen the sun for once here.”

I go to the drawer to get new bandages to replace with her old ones. Taking a seat on the table, I drag it closer to her and place her feet gently on my thigh before I start to unwarp the bandage and answer her question.

“It’s a myth some people believe in about Merry Heights.” Her wounds and bruises are all healed and few even faded away, but I still attend to them just in case.

“What myth?”

I get the ointment and put it on her wound carefully. “People believe this place has been cursed by God because it has always been filled with greed, lies, sins and darkness. Day and night our ancestors would come here to be part of this dark world and never looked upon God. They worshiped the devil, considering him as their God. They even started to force the innocent ones to come here and be tainted by him.”

She hisses under her breath but recovers quickly.

I move to her other wounds on her hands, leaning closer to her. “What happened then?” she asks.

“The scenario saddened God and then He sent a warrior and angel to help those innocent ones and punish the sinners. But their sins shadowed upon this place like an imprint which seemed impossible to remove. And they say, since then the curse has been raining on Merry Heights and hasn’t stopped for once.”

“It is always so cold and dark here…everything here feels cursed.”

“That it is.”

“But why have the Magdalene here?” she queries with her brows furrowed along with curiosity glimmering in her eyes.

“Because this is the same palace where every sin was committed.”

“It’s still continuing…”

I meet her gaze seeing her unafraid of the myth this place carried. “Sin is like an addiction that is hard to get rid of. Once you get into its cave, there is no turning back.”

“If you have the will then even in the darkest caves of sin, a ray of hope is enough to turn a sinner into a saint.”

My motion pauses as I feel something unknown from her words, looking at her gazing upon me like she is speaking to a part of me that I have forgotten, and is trying to revive it back.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I whisper, finishing replacing the last bandage.

“Like what?”

“You know well. Stop searching for something that doesn’t exist within me. I’m not going to be the hero of your story, so don’t attempt to make me one.”

“Who said it always has to be the hero to save the day? The villains always break the rules but that doesn’t mean he can’t carry the intention of saving someone. It has become an old tale where the hero is the good person and the villain is defeated at the end. Maybe it’s time to change that story.”

The atmosphere between us suddenly feels heated and raw. The urge I was controlling to claim her as mine is starting to bloom again but this time it feels too strong to suppress. Her natural, flowery and vanilla fragrance sends fire through my nerves as she starts to get closer to me that our faces were only inches apart.

All I wanted to do was rip off her clothes and make her body writhe until she can’t think straight with my come dripping out of her cunt.

“Now you stop looking at me like that,” she whispers with her warm breath caressing my lips.

“Like what?” I lick my lips.

“You know well. You want to control that rough and devious side of you that you introduced me to. I thought I would be scared of it but after seeing it, I’m craving more for it. And seeing you control it is feeling like a torture.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, little girl.”

“I’m not made of glass. I’m strong enough to deal with a man like you. So, do your best.”

And right there I let it go. I let the last thread of control be torn as I grip her hair, hearing her gasp in surprise and anticipation.

AGATHA

“Trust me, little girl, this is nowhere near the torture I would plan for you. And you know why? Because I can see it in your eyes how much you are enjoying this. You are trying to hide your dark side but deep down you want this darkness like the little slut you are.”

My breath hitches as words vanish from my mouth while he reveals the secret I differ to ignore. Any other girl might have felt disturbed by his words but for me…his words are like a dark magic that is sinful and yet irresistible. But deep down a part of me is truly yearning for it.

“What do you want, little girl?” he rasps, tightening his grip on my hair before his other hand comes around my neck.

“Do you want to suck my cock like you did in the forest that night?”

I nod with a whimper, feeling my heart racing that I can hear it drumming in my ears.

“I will happily give you this pleasure only if you speak in words. Say, you want to be choked like a slut and be filled with my come while my hand is around your neck. Say it.”

Oh God.

A deep groan vibrates against his chest, sending shivers down my spine.

Some may see me as a freak for wanting such a dark desire…it is insane for sure. But dear God, I am starting to want it more and more. Never did I think this is what I will want with a man who captured me and brought me to this living hell.

But after so many fucked up events in my life, what is one more?

“Say it, little girl,” he rasps against my cheek.

“I…I,” I whisper.

“You say it and you get it, little girl. You are bold enough to utter those words and the bravery within you that turns me the fuck on every time. Say it.”

“I want to be choked like a slut and be filled with your come while your hand is around my neck. Take me, Eryx.”

He groans as our lips crash into a rough kiss that sets my whole body on fire in mere seconds. I hear clanking sound of the ointment bottle as it falls on the ground but neither of us gave a fuck about it. He puts arms underneath me and picks me up, never breaking the kiss.

His tongue peeks out, mingling with mine in an erotic dance while I moan loudly. He places me on his bed at the very edge before moving back to take off my clothes like he is on the verge of tearing them if possible.

I sit there naked while his eyes access me from top to bottom, making me crave for his touch even more.

He reaches out to caress my cheek with his knuckles before leaning his thumb close to my lips and putting it in. Without thinking, I start sucking like I would suck his cock, watching his eyes darken with burning desire.

His other hand goes down and parts my legs, skating towards my pussy which is already wet from his kissing.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “I could fill you up with my cock and stretch that cunt. You are soaking wet.”

He traces my wet pussy lips before lightly circling my aching clit, making my hips buck forward to have more of his touch. But he tortures me by pulling away with a devious grin and goes back to gripping my hair, tilting my head back.

“Look at you, already wet and aching for my cock like a slut. Open your mouth wider,” he orders.

I do and he pushes his thumb deeper, letting me swirl my tongue around it. He pulls it out and holds me by my jaw before spitting into my mouth.

Holy fuck.

“Drool it down to your pussy. Make it more wet,” he groans.

I do as told, letting the spit skate down to my pussy before he uses his fingers to coat it further with circular motions.

He bites his lips and takes off his T-shirt and pulls down his pants, letting his rock-hard cock be free. He gives it a few strokes, making me gulp and beating my heart faster as I feel my breathing turning ragged.

“Turn to my direction, head on the edge of the bed. Now,” he demands and I take the position. My world tilts upside down as he comes closer, tracing his pre-come filled cock’s tip against my lips.

“Open your mouth as wide as you can.”

I part my lips wide and he pushes his cock inside, hitting the back of my throat. I gag instantly but try to breathe through my nose when he starts to move with harsh and deep motions, grunting at the back of his throat. I feel more wetness forming between my thighs, aching to be touched more than anything.

“Fuck,” he rasps. I feel his hand caressing my neck before he wraps his fingers around my throat, highlighting the thrill and pleasure even more.

His other hand reaches for my breast giving it a tight squeeze. I moan in response, feeling my entire body quivering with pleasure overload. Eryx doesn’t hold back as he fucks my mouth and it is something I’m truly relishing in.

“So, fucking good. I will come deep down your throat that you won’t be able to spill a drop.”

His free hand moves ahead going to my wet pussy like he knows I need the release more than anything.

“You are dripping wet. Fuck. You’re already soaking the bed sheet with your juices.”

He touches my clit, making my eyes close as I feel my nerves trembling with need. He puts two fingers inside me and then finger fucks me while continuing to thrust into my mouth.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced; I feel this euphoric sensation that drives me insane. I am lost in his touch and never wanted to come back to reality.

“You’re already going to come, huh? You have been aching that badly,” he teases, increasing his speed and movement. “You will come the second I spill in your mouth, little girl. Understood?”

My whimper is my only response as I start to feel his cock swelling slightly and my insides tightening and twitching, bringing us both on the peak of release. My spit coats his cock, some of it drooling down and landing on the floor.

But neither of us stopped for once, getting lost in this dark, intense and forbidden connection. He grunts and hisses under his breath with his body starting to tense up along with mine.

Few more strokes by his cock and fingers and before I can realize it, I’m coming hard with every inch of my body shaking and shivering. I whimper and moan loudly against his cock as I feel him releasing his come inside my mouth, tightening his grip on my neck furthermore.

It’s intense. It’s euphoric. It’s insane.

It is everything.

I swallow every drop, feeling my pussy still twitching from the orgasm. He pulls out and I can see a bit of the last few drops his come remaining on his cock. He scoops it on his fingers and smears it on my pussy.

“Fuck yourself,” he orders.

I frown in confusion. “But…I just came.”

He grins with a mystic chuckle. “You didn’t think I was going to make you come once this time, did you? You will come again and this time with my come on your cunt.”

“I don’t think I can.” My body is already sagging from exhaustion.

He kneels before cupping my jaw.

“You can and you fucking will,” he groans. “Otherwise, I will tie you up and fuck you with my tongue, fingers and cock until you pass out from coming again and again.”

Dear God, save me.

His other hand grips my hair, craning my neck before he lightly slaps my cheek just to hold my jaw again. “Fuck yourself, right now.”

The electricity returns back instantly in my body, rippling me with desire all over again, until I feel my heart slam.

I slip my hand down, feeling my pussy clench and all the hair on my body lifting up with adrenaline pumping through my nerves. I feel his thick, creamy come mixing with my juices as I start to touch myself.

“That’s it. Good girls following orders get rewarded and you shall have yours, little girl.”

The promise behind his words knocks the air from my lungs. I keep looking at his darkening gaze as he leans and lands an open mouth kiss, letting his tongue explore my mouth.

“But I bet you wouldn’t have any objection with me tying you up, would you?”

I moan against his lips, imagining the intense scenario in my head vividly.

He smirks. “Just what I thought. I’m happy to oblige but it won’t be anything slow and gentle. You will be at my mercy, for my pleasure. Would you please me?”

“Yes,” I whisper, circling my clit faster.

He gives my hair a tight pull as a warning. “I said to fuck yourself. Stop taking baby steps and get on with it. Fuck your cunt with my come until you are squirting on my fucking bed.”

I whimper and put two fingers inside my pussy, pushing it in and out like he did a few minutes ago.

“Put another in.”

I enter a third finger, feeling my walls aching and clenching from his words.

“That’s my good little girl,” he rasps before slamming his lips against mine. I groan, returning the same roughness with my lips.

He pulls back as I suck in a deep breath before his lips moves to my cheek, licking his way down to my neck and bites me. But he even tries to sooth down the ache by sucking on the spot while my fingers never stop their movements.

“Only if you could see yourself from my vision. You look absolutely alluring. Makes me want to take you up on the tying idea.”

“W-what would you do?” I ask with a hoarse voice.

His grin tells me my question surely amuses him. “I love seeing your bold side. But to answer your question, I would do anything I want.”

My mind turns hazy with images of him doing every dirty and forbidden act upon me, driving me insane with pure pleasure.

“I would eat your pussy like it’s the last meal of my life and won’t stop even when you can’t handle it anymore. Then I would stuff your cunt with my cock and stretch you so that I can fuck you raw for hours. You would like that wouldn’t you, little girl?”

“God, yes!” My eyes shut tight as I felt myself reaching close again which I thought was impossible.

“Your cunt would be seeping with my come, even when you walk out of this room, it will be dripping on the floor, letting everyone know you belong to me and that I’ve claimed you as mine.”

My eyes flutter open with a warmth settling in my racing heart from his words. “Am I yours?”

He licks the seam of my lips before whispering. “You are only mine.”

Something about the possessiveness and roughness in his tone makes my walls clench.

“Yes, my little girl. Come for me.” He nibbles my neck, making me shriek and sending my body skyrocketing with another wave of release.

“Oh God. Fuck!” I cry out loud, not caring if anyone hears from outside. I swear I see white from that orgasm that for a moment I lose my mind. My body trembles as he continues to kiss my shoulder and moves up to my face, kissing every inch of it.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he praises with a hushed tone, caressing my cheeks with the back of his knuckles.

But what I do next even takes him aback with surprise when I bring my fingers coated with my juices and his come and suck it clean, humming while looking at him. He grins darkly and kisses my forehead. “My dirty little girl is turning greedy.”

“Maybe.”

“Just how I like it. Dirty. Greedy. Slutty.”

He moves back and rests against the bed, sitting on the floor beside me. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, trying to relax from our moment.

But my eyes never leave his face, looking over his rough features. He is surely older than me. And not the man I was expecting to meet in this way and start getting addicted to.

I look at his five o’ clock shadow that covers up-to his neck, making him look more intimidating. His arms are inked with thorns that go behind his muscular back where I see a broken clock with more thorns and roses wrapping around it. As his breathing turns even, I see the way his muscles contract, making me yearn to touch them…trace them.

His cock is now limp but still looks quite big, as I thought about the soreness I might experience for days maybe if he fucks me.

“I went to see Tristen.”

Like a switch being flipped on, my nerves tense up just from hearing Tristen’s name as I frowned in utter confusion.

“And I got to know everything he did to you,” he whispers.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “What do you mean?”

He turns his head, meeting my gaze. “I know what he and his father did to you, Agatha. And he paid for his sins. I now know your truth.”

He knows. He knows everything.

“I didn’t ask you to do anything for me.”

He shakes his head. “You didn’t but I could see it in your eyes how much you wanted to break away from the nightmare he put you through. How much you wanted to spend even a second that won’t be scared by his sins. So, I did what was right.”

“Is…is he dead?” I ask.

“Not yet. I didn’t want to take away that decision from you. He harmed you, not me. But if you want me to kill him, I will do it in the blink of an eye.”

“Why did you do it?”

He is silent for a fleeting moment like my question catches him off guard and he doesn’t know how to answer properly.

“Because I didn’t want you to be afraid anymore.”

I sit up, unashamed of my nakedness as he looks at me over his shoulder, but soon joins me on the bed sitting in front of me.

“I’m not afraid of him. I was before but not anymore.”

He frowns. “He is the reason your innocence was ripped away from you. He was supposed to be your family, whom you trust with everything but he broke that bridge.”

I shrug, feeling my throat tightening with emotions. I blink rapidly as my eyes burn with tears threatening to be shed.

“I did blame him for what I have been through but I blame myself the most for something I can never take back.”

“Blame yourself for what?”

I shake my head, looking at my lap as the first tear dropped onto my skin. “I can’t…I-I…You won’t see me the same way the next time you look at me.”

He leans closer, cupping my face and urging me to meet his eyes that are filled with a soft gaze I haven’t seen before. Harshness and coldness are the only emotions I have witnessed within him, but this is a rare sight that he is offering me as a touch of comfort, telling me without words that nothing will change.

“You can tell me, Agatha. Nothing will change my thoughts about you,” he mutters.

“You say that now but your words won’t remain true.”

“We all carry our own secrets, Agatha. Our lives are rooted with guilt and sins. Nobody is ever perfect because everyone has tainted souls. But yours was forced to be part of this sinful world. Confess your truth to me, Agatha…relieve your heart of the burden you have been carrying so long that is eating you alive every day.”

He presses his forehead against mine. “Confess to me, Agatha.”

Something within me just shifts, making me feel that ray of trust that was crushed years ago returning back bit by bit. And telling Eryx about my guilt…my truth is the first step I have to take on my own.

Though deep down I’m sure he will see me the way my family did before abandoning me. After the things Tristen did to me, I became detached from my own family that they couldn’t recognize their daughter anymore. Sometimes Tristen even poisoned their minds with lies about myself, saying he has seen me being intimate with strangers. And my parents…they believed him. Despite my protests and honesty behind my words, they accepted his truth.

So, I know Eryx is not going to be any different from them. And yet, I want him to know this part of my life and believe it.

“What is killing you, Agatha? Tell me,” he whispers. “I want to help you and it can only be possible when you let your heart guide towards the path of trust.”

I feel the warmth of his palms as we both inhale and exhale deeply. Our eyes are closed as I finally gather my courage and reveal it to him.

“My sister died because of me. I killed her.”