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“Get the fuck out of the way, Jesus Eva,” Nick shouts. I quickly step out of the way of the TV holding the broom.
“Sorry, I thought you wanted me to clean the floors today,” I stare down near his feet.
“Are you sassing me right now? I said clean the kitchen floor, you made a damn mess of dinner last night, it’s covered in food,” he snaps back. I nod with his words, not wanting to upset him anymore. I stand there waiting for his next words, knowing he hates it when I leave mid-conversation. When he doesn’t say anything I look up at him, he is watching Tv again. He notices I’m staring so he snaps his eyes to me,“ Well, are you going to just stand there? The kitchen isn’t going to clean itself.”
I jump, “Right, sorry.” I quickly head into the kitchen and get to work sweeping the floors. Brushing the bits of broken plate and missed food from last night. I sigh as I remember him throwing the plate on the floor, complaining that the food was cold. I offered to microwave it but he took that as an attack on him. He raised his hand to me but dropped it before he could follow through. He has never hit met but last night felt very close.
As I’m losing myself in thought I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see no one.
“Hello,” I ask stupidly to the room.
I jump when Nick calls from the other room,“ I’m going out with the boys tonight, make sure you have dinner made before I get back.”
“When will you be home,” I yell to him. My only answer is a slam of the front door. I sigh before finishing the floor.
I head upstairs to my room to get a shower and perhaps a quick nap. I walk into my room and startle when my door slams behind me. I turn around to look at the door and don’t see anything peculiar. Perhaps a breeze? I jump when I catch a dark figure out the corner of my eye.
“Hello,” I ask beginning to get frightened.
“Hello,” a deep voice answers back. I suck in a gasp and an icy chill run downs my back. I quickly look around the room, seeing nothing.
“Who is there,” I keep looking around. He ignores me.
“I have a question for you Eva,” he says from behind me. I twist around quickly, still seeing nothing.
“W-what,” I say worried.
“Is he always like that,” he asked from my left.
“Is who always like what,” I try to follow the sound of his voice. This time catching the sight of a dark figure, but just out the corner of my eye.
“Your boyfriend, Nick is it? Is Nick always so insufferable,” he clarifies.
“N-no,” I answer. I feel a breeze push my hair over my shoulder.
“Please Eva, don’t lie to me,” he growls near my ear,“ as long as I’ve been here he has been awful to you.”
“H-how long have you been here,” I ask. He ignores my question again.
“You know you deserve better,” he whispers against my ear. Caressing my shoulder with a lover’s touch.
I turn to look for him,“ Do I? I feel I should be better for him.” looking over my shoulder I see no one. Just the barely lit room. Another caress against my cheek, curling my hair behind my ear.
“What a waste then. He doesn’t deserve to even look upon you,” he growls,“ You are an angel, a saint stuck around a bunch of sinners. You deserve better, and I could give you better.” I turn to his voice, still just catching him out the corner of my eye. A dark shadow gliding just out a view.
“Why, I’m a nobody. I don’t deserve your charity,” I call into the room. Not knowing where to look. I hear a warm chuckle. Rich like syrup, comforting like a warm blanket. A hand pets down my spine making me shiver. Sliding down over my tail bone before grabbing my hips and jerking me around. I suck in a breath as I face towards my bed, still seeing no one.
“Charity. That would entail I get nothing out of this,” his knuckles run over my hips. Parting my shirt so his warm fingers touch my skin. My brain stutters when he hooks a thumb over the button of my pants. With a flick, undoing my jeans. Then his touch is gone, finally noticing I stopped breathing. I take in a deep breath, my eyes fluttering as thoughts come back.
“What do you get out of this,” I ask with labored breath. My heart beginning to beat wildly while a heavy feeling sits in my stomach.
“Perhaps more than you do. Id like to think it’s equal though, but I will probably get the long end of the stick here,” he answers. The curtains flutter wide for a moment. I jerk my head towards the new light from the uncovered window. The moon making the room sit in an eerie glow. Out the corner of my eye, I see his dark silhouette. I turn but he stays just out of view, teasing me with just peaks.
“Then what are you offering,” I rephrase. He doesn’t answer. The room is quiet for too long that I assume he left, leaving my question unanswered. I nearly sigh in defeat before I feel a hand on my sternum. Pushing me back. I take a step, then another. Walking back till my legs hit against the bed. I fight his force but he pushes harder. I fall back onto the bed, bouncing a bit as I do.
I stare at the empty space ahead. Losing the feeling of his palm on me when I fell. I sit upon my elbows and look around. My gaze falls to my legs when I feel the bed dip. Seeing the indentions on the sheets. Another pair of indentions sit near my shoulders. I watch them out the corner of my eye but looking ahead. A gust of warmth spreads over my chest, pushing the strands of hair a few inches. Another gust splays over my neck, hearing the breath near my ear.
“Everything,” he presses a wet kiss to my cheek,“ everything he doesn’t give you I will give. Everything he neglects I’ll fulfill. In return, all I ask is for your care, your openness, your fear, desires, joy, pain. All you give to the unworthy man I ask for in his stead.” he presses more kisses around my face. All slow and caring. It makes my lungs feel constricted, my eyes water. This is too much. No one has ever given me this sort of attention. It feels like a trap, a test.
I raise my hands and press against something solid. It’s warm and soft, like touching a freshly cleaned sheet. Using little strength I push against him. Feeling the bed settle as his weight leaves. His hands aren’t near my shoulders but his knees are still near mine.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. Even though I can’t see him I look away, staring down at my legs. “I don’t even know you, or what you are. Also, he might be home soon so I should start on dinner,” I try to sit up but a hand on my shoulder keeps me down.
“Excuse my forwardness, you make me so eager that I forget my manners. I am Raguel, it is a pleasure to be in your company, love,” he grabs my hand against his chest. Lifting one of my hands and pressing a pair of soft lips to my knuckles.
“Raguel,” I whisper to myself, testing out his name. He hums against my hand, giving another kiss in praise. “Angel of justice,” I chuckle. I feel the rumbling in his chest from his laughing.
“I wouldn’t call myself an Angel but you may call me whatever you like,” he rubs my hand to his face. I feel the scratchiness of stubble, the curve of his jaw.
“We shall see,” I answer. I unfurrow my hand in his hold and cup his face. Chuckling when I feel a brush of air against my wrist. He turns in my hold, his nose brushing against my thumb. “May I see you,” I ask. He stops breathing, turning his face away from my hand. I lose his warmth. I drop my arm dejectedly back to the bed.
“As you wish,” he startles me by mumbling near my ear,“ promise me something first.” I turn my head, my cheek bumping against his.
“What is it,” I whisper.
“You won’t let him back inside, leave him. Even if it’s not for me, I need him out of your life,” he rubs his nose against my temple. Brushing my hair away from my forehead.
“Raguel, I cant-,” I start with a sigh.
“Please,” he leans his chest against mine,“ he will destroy you, his yelling is just a start. I beg you not to allow him to get farther. If he strikes you I will kill him.” I startle at his venom. He kisses near my eye, “I don’t mean to scare you but if he ever touches you I will not be able to stop my justice. I will end him.”
I sit there in stunned silence. Not being able to conjure up a thought. His ire is alarming but its also a comfort. The idea of his protection is settling. Nick is a selfish man, always has been. Even when we first started dating. We had good times together, he could be a good man. Still, Raguel’s words are like a weight in my mind. Too heavy to ignore. I don’t want to think about it but he might be right. He has never hit me but he has raised his hands to me a few times. Threatening me with his actions.
“I don’t think I ca-,” I start.
“Don’t,” he growls,“ you won’t be alone. I will always be here.” I don’t notice when a tear falls from my eye till he catches it with his mouth. Kissing the drop away from my cheek.“ I have you, love. I will always help you,” he promises. I try to think but his words are like a balm to a burn. I know I’m only with nick because being alone is worse than being with him. Raguel tells me it doesn’t have to be this way. It’s like a sliver of hope.
“ok,” I shock myself by saying. I feel him lift, perhaps looking at me surprised.
“Alright,” he chuckles, “I guess it’s my turn now.” I feel him stand up away from the bed. I sit up quickly, eager to finally see him. With no preamble, a figure stands before me. I want to laugh at the lack of theatrics but I’m floored.
He looks like a normal man, tall if not lanky. The alarming difference being how dark he is. If it weren’t for the light from the lamp and moon I wouldn’t be able to see more than his eyes. He is near pitch black, only light enough to see outlines of him. For a quick second, I see a skinny tail flick behind him. I look from that to his face. His eyes are white, harsh contrast to his dark skin. If I didn’t know any better id assume he was a demon. Just missing horns sprouting from his temples.
“Not much of an angel in looks huh,” he tries to joke. His ever-moving tail and fidgeting fingers give him away.
“Still one in personality though,” I half-smile back. I stand away from the bed and walk towards him. His hands at his sides stop fidgeting, his shoulder bunch up. I reach out, startling him when I touch his face. I observe his features. Nothing stands out too harshly, he is average. It doesn’t take away from how attractive he is. His looks are soft, approachable. I like it.
When I pet my thumb over his cheek he closes his eyes. Leaning down towards me a bit more. I lead him down so our foreheads are touching. He startles me by grabbing my hips, pulling me closer. I cup the opposite side of his face with my other hand.
“Am I-,” he shutters,“ am I appealing?” I can’t help but smile. Where did his confidence go? Instead of voicing my attraction I lean up and kiss his cheek. When I settle back off my toes his eyes open. He stares into mine with a feeling of satisfaction. Then he leans forward, our noses brushing against each other. His fingers twitch against my hips. My eye close as his lips brush against mine. Not yet a kiss but the shy start of one. My mouth parts as he sits a hair length away.
“Raguel,” I whisper against him. That’s all it took for him to be brave. He presses hard against me. His lips melding to mine with a strange bit of excitement. His fingers grip my hips hard, keeping me flush against him. He seems a bit overeager as he licks at my mouth. I try not to smile as I meet his tongue with my own. He groans, grinding my hips into his.
Lines start to blur when he walks me backward. A sense of déjà vu when my legs stop against the bed. With a twist, he drags me down with him. Falling on his back with me on his front. We part for a second, just enough to see each other smile before diving back in. his hands glide down to my ass., groping me as he nibbles my lips. I whimper, feeling bold I grind myself against him.
“Clothes, off,” he pants. Our mouths latch as he runs his hands under my shirt. We part for a second just to take it off before meeting again. I delve into his mouth, my tongue molding against his. He groans as he unclasps my bra. I pry the clothing off and toss it somewhere to my side. I gasp as he gropes my chest. Massaging my breast as we break from our kiss.
Panting against each other he looks down between us. He sucks in a breath as he looks at my topless body. He parts his hand, allowing view of my hard nipples. He wastes no time flipping us over and sucking on my teat. Laving his attention over the pebbled peaks. I groan grabbing as his head. I’m surprised by the hair I feel, having not noticed it before. It’s soft and wavy.
Not wanting to waste any more time Raguel reaches down to my pants. His mouth still attacking my boob. I buck as he cups my cunt. Having better access with the button still undone. He curls his fingers and massages me. Feeling the intermittent pressure over my clit.
“Raguel,” I grip his hair. I feel him rumble against my chest. Laughing or groaning, I’m not sure. He sits up abruptly and rips my bottoms down my legs. Leaving me completely bare below him. His eyes flutter as a smile graces his face.
“Sorry love, I cant lavish you as I wish,” he mumbles as he lifts my legs. He wraps them around his waist. I look near his crotch and barely make out a dark protrusion. It’s a little lighter than the rest of his body but only barely. I can see no detail, barely tell how long or thick he is. “I need to be inside you,” he purrs as he grips himself. Using one hand he parts my folds. Pleased with himself as he notices how wet I already am. I can’t ignore the taboo of this. My boyfriend had left hours ago and only knowing this shadow man for such little time. It’s arousing in an embarrassing way.
He positions himself closer, adjusting his cock so his tip sits near my entrance. He wastes no time sliding forward. We both cry out at the feeling. He bottoms out quickly, answering my question of how long or thick is he. He is thick but perhaps averagely long.
“By the heavens,” he grips my hips,“ this will be wonderful.” he slides out then snaps forward. Repeating in quick bursts. I tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him harder with his next thrust. I pant and moan as he plows into me. Sighing when I look at his wide grin and lidded eyes. His tail flicking behind him, he is definitely enjoying himself.
He falls forward on his forearms, crowding me as he does. He peppers my face with kisses as he thrust faster. Bucking harder than before, watching my face as I cry out for him. He grinds his hips in a way that my clit rubs against his pelvis. I turn my head and meet his lips, needing him in every way. My insides clenching up in pleasure as he drives his cock in me.
“Cum for me, only me,” he says against my mouth. I lean up to kiss him again but he leans back. Content on watching me come undone for him. I decided to focus on his hips, the feeling of his cock. The electric sensation running from my clit. I find myself bucking with him, chasing my high. Very suddenly I cry out louder, moaning like a porn star. I clench his hips tighter and throw my head back. Convulsing onto his cock as I cum.
“R-Ragu-,” I try to stutter out. I faintly hear him laughing as I fall apart. He kisses my forehead before watching me with rapt attention. Never stopping his thrust as I ride out my high.
As I settle a bit more he pulls out of me. I look up at him confused, he didn’t finish, did he? Before I could ask he flips me on my stomach. Turning me so I face the door. He crawls behind me and grabs my hips. Pulling them back towards his own. His erection sits between my legs. I rest my head on the bed and look under myself. His dick a hot comparison to my skin. His dark cock hits against my thighs. I watch as he pulls back and adjusts himself to my hole. Thrusting in with a hiss.
I rest on my forearms as he fucks me from behind. Listening to the claps of his skin against mine. Listening to his moans and cries of pleasure. I sing along with him, raptured by his thrust. I faintly hear another noise from outside the room. I can’t bother to pay it any mind. All I can focus on is the feeling of Raguel. This strange shadow man slamming me from behind. Giving me the best lay of my life, not that it would have been a challenge.
“Where the hell are you,” someone yells outside the door. I snap my head up, icy fear running down my spine. I panic and try to crawl away from Raguel, knowing who is yelling in the house. I don’t get far before Raguel grabs my hair, with the other arm he wraps it around my front. He pulls me back against his chest, still thrusting upwards into me he kisses along my neck. Nuzzling as I grip his arm. He pulls my hair so more of my neck is open for him. I’m conflicted between the fear and pleasure of the situation. I get lost in the feeling of him sucking on my skin I almost forget about Nick.
The door slams open, heavy boots stomping against the floor. I stare ahead at Nick standing in the door frame. He looks shocked before he turns angry.
“What the fuck,” he shouts. His voice echoing around the room. Raguel chuckles as he uses the arm around my shoulders to cover my chest. Blocking my nipples from view. He lets go of my hair and runs it down my body to my cunt. Cupping me as his cock still slides in and out. His tail grips my thigh tightly.
“I’m pleasing my woman if you don’t mind,” Raguel pants. I turn away from nick, smooshing my cheeks against Raguel’s. He laughs then grunts when I clench around him. I hear Nick stomp his way further into the room.
“Like fucking hell you are,” I hear him shout. He manages to get close enough to grab my arm but before he could pull me away something snakes around his wrist. I look down at his hand. There is black smoke around his arm, pulling it back at an angle. Raguel stops his movements and glares up at Nick. With a flick of his head Nick’s feet are pulled out from under him. He hits the mattress then slams his chin on the hardwood floor. Nick now lays on his stomach. Black tendrils of smoke run up his legs and around his neck. Slowly he is dragged out the room. He claws at the floor, kicking at the smoke around him. It does nothing to stop his momentum. Soon he is out the door, screaming. His shouts dim when the door is slammed closed.
“Sorry love, I couldn’t help myself,” Raguel rubs his cheek against mine,“ think I was too much of a show-off there? It was a little hard to focus with your warm pussy gripping me though.” I groan at his words. My cunt fluttering with a surprise surge of arousal. He pants against my neck. Getting back to it he continues to fuck me. Holding me close, flicking my nipples as we both climb. It doesn’t take long for me to finish once again. This time I take Raguel along. Clenching hard against him, making him stutter in his thrust. He chokes on a gasp before groaning loud against my ear. I feel something hot inside my cunt, spurting in pulses. He growls as he stills, giving just one more buck into me.
After a few seconds, Raguel pulls out of me with a sigh before falling back with me in his arms. We bounce against the mattress after we fall. He adjusts us so I’m lying comfortably over his arm. My head against his chest with his hand over my shoulder.
I look up at him, resting my chin on his pec. His eyes are closed and his lips slightly parted. He looks asleep.
“Raguel,” I whisper to him. He startles me by humming in acknowledgment. He slowly opens his eyes and looks down at me.
“Sorry, I tend to get a bit lethargic after a good fuck,” he mumbles. His deep sleepy voice making me nearly shiver.
“That’s alright, I just had a question,” I slide up so I can rest my head in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
“What’s that, love,” he grumbles.
“What happens now,” I bite my lip at the possible tension from the question. I feel him look down at me, his chin brushing against my hair.
“Whatever you like, I can be yours if that is what you want. I know that’s what I want,” he pecks my head.
I grin,“ id like that.”
“Then it’s settled, now go to sleep, love. I about to pass out,” he chuckles. I nod before shutting my eyes. Smiling genuinely for the first time in a long time.