His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

179 v. Their Wedding

He couldn’t stop feeling nervous. It has been quite a while and the bridal car is still not anywhere to be seen.

Fuck. What if she ran away? He shouldn’t have agreed to her insisting she wanted to get married in a church outside of the estate.

He knew he should have been resolute about holding the wedding in the annexed chapel of the castle. He knew she might be planning to escape but he chose to ignore all the warning signs.

His dark expression already affected everyone as the guests chose to stay far away from him, leaving him all alone to seethe in one corner.

He was just about to walk out of the church and see for himself what was taking so long when the guests started swarming back.

It was like he couldn’t hear the violin and the piano playing whichever song when she walked in.

She was so angelic and beautiful. Like an innocent goddess who finally walked on the grounds of the earth.

He always thought that she is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. And yet today, she even exceeded all his expectations.

And he felt inadequate to even look at her beauty. She blinked back tears, if they were from happiness or fear, he knew not. Neither did he really care.

.....

He was indeed selfish when it comes to her. It is true he was greedy when it comes to their future.

But seeing her now walking down the aisle, he felt justified in doing all the things he had done. The abduction and the removal of the necessary pests that have hounded them ceaselessly... it all leads to this moment.

Her auburn hair against the contrast of her pure white gown just made him feel like he was about to burn from need. He needed to get near her fast, fuck it all.

He walked to meet her as she was walking down the aisle, making her stop. There was nervousness in her eyes as if she was extremely terrified of what he would do.

“Baby, look at me,” he caressed her cheek and tried to reassure her.

No one would believe she was walking down the aisle out of her own will if she continued to make that face. And he won’t allow her to ruin their day.

She blinked, trying to conceal her tears. She couldn’t even trust herself to speak.

Seeing him walking fast toward her has caused her extreme anxiety. The things he has done in the past, the violence he has committed to her and the people around them... it just came back to her at that instant.

She knew positively that she would for sure burst out into tears... but before she can do that... he claimed her lips.

A passionate and rough kiss that made her knees turn to jelly, so much so that all she could do in the end was wrap her arms around his neck.

He carried her in his arms as they walked to the altar, her cheek pressed hard against his chest. She couldn’t think.

Now is the perfect opportunity for her to run away. With all these people in attendance, even he would not be able to do anything.

She just needed to say something about her condition. She needed to tell everyone the crimes he has committed and hidden from the world’s sight.

This way she can finally escape. That was her plan the whole time. And yet the kiss had her mind reeling... her thoughts wandering into nothingness except for him.

His strong arms, his hard muscles pressing against her soft skin, and the eyes that stared at her with such passion and need. She felt like she couldn’t betray his trust in her.

This fucked up situation is not something she can be proud of. And she knew one day if she continued to stay here, she would either die or go insane.

That was how toxic they were for each other. She knew she prided herself as a smart woman. But right now even that ideal of hers fades in front of his fire.

She knew she will get burned because of the intensity of the fire he has. She knew she wasn’t ready for something like that. She knew that it wasn’t even healthy to continue being in this relationship with him.

But when he kissed her again in front of the minister and their family and friends, she couldn’t think anymore. All that was left is the feeling of his lips on her skin. And that by itself is amazing.

The minister hurried on with the sermon as Dominus briefly explained that she was feeling dizzy. The sermon and the entire ceremony now felt hazy for her.

Soon they were at the reception saying goodbye to guests and finally settling into their room. It is officially their room now because everything he owns is hers, and vice versa.

She felt a bit of her stress fade away as he gently sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her.

“What is it that’s troubling you, my love?” he inquired, slowly removing her high heels.

“Nothing,” she denied, trying to look away.

“No, you have to really tell me what it was that’s bothering you. This is our day. Today is the very moment we finally and officially belong to each other,” he massaged her foot and began kissing her legs.

“Enough,” she mumbled.

“That won’t work. I have been trying to hold back myself since earlier today. Seeing you so beautiful, do you know how much I wanted the ceremony to go faster? So I can finally have you for myself like this,” he moved up to her thighs, pressing his hot lips as he sucked and nibbled at her skin, making her arch her back with longing.

He held her by her hips and pulled her closer to himself, placing her legs on his shoulders as he moved her panty to the side, her nightgown being lifted to her stomach.

“Fuck,” she whispered, hating how her body immediately reacted to him.

His large hands were doing wonders to her skin, his tongue devilishly making her feel like she was about to lose her mind.

When he pressed her clit with his thumb and padded circles on her sinful button, she couldn’t help but moan his name.

Dominus. He was an evil genius when it comes to a lot of things, one of which is having perfected the art of turning her on.

His tongue licked up her slit, and she knew she has really turned insane. Now even the fact that she felt miserable earlier with the panic attack that overtook her while she was walking down the aisle just pales, everything else fades as he made love with her privates using his tongue.

Soon she was dripping wet with her own juices, that no matter how many times he lapped her up, there were juices that kept on spilling into the soft mattress.

Ahhhh, she has ruined their bed again. But it was his fault too. His fault for being damned good at everything sex-related.

The only thing that justified this evil is that she was enjoying herself tremendously. Perhaps being trapped like this for all eternity is not that bad.

Fuck. Her mind is too hazy to think about why she wanted to run away in the first place.

He started cupping her boobs, squeezing them, and teasing her nipples. Fuck it all, she felt like she is about to lose all her control.

He thrusts one finger inside and she mewled. Her whole body was too heated up that she felt like all her brain cells has just been fired up.

She chuckled at the thought, making him smile, “Is this amusing to you, my queen? Tell me what is running in that pretty brain of yours.”

“I was just thinking how being married to you is not that bad after all. Or perhaps I am slowly losing my damned mind. I don’t know. I am just so fucking horny that I can’t even think properly right now,” she gasped when he added another finger inside of her, twisting and turning inside her walls.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, aware she has become as red as a ripe apple.

His confident smile did not lie. He took out his fingers inside of her and licked her juices. The sight just made her even much more turned on.

Maybe she was a project of his. Maybe he wanted to experiment with what will happen if he trained her body like this. Made her body used to his touch and his lovemaking.

Maybe this experiment has been a success, for right now just looking at him like this already made her want to beg for sex. She hated that but also she enjoyed that.

This doesn’t make sense a lot, she knew, but when he removed his shirt and discarded his boxer and his pants it also prompted her to lift her nightgown until her bosoms were exposed.

His eyes were intense and hot on her as he rejoined her on the bed, caressing her cheek as he whispered, “Do you think you are ready for me, sweetie?”

“I think I am,” she panted out her answer as he took a soft bud into his lips.

His hot lips were doing wonders to her fucking body again. He gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple, making her feel needier.

“Please...” she hated begging but at this point he was just teasing her endlessly, maybe as a way of punishing her for earlier today.

“What do you want my queen? You have to be sure about it because this is the only time I’ll ask you and mean it,” his deep voice did not do anything to help her frustrations.

“I want you. I want all of you, inside of me right now. I want you to fuck me like you always do Dominus. Take me completely,” she let go of her pride and begged him as he smiled triumphantly.

“It’s alright sweetheart, I’ll give it to you,” he thrust deep inside of her, making her body tremble as he filled her, making her walls tighten against his shaft.

“My queen, you really have lost all shame. Cuming so quickly, I wonder how many times you’ll reach your climax tonight. I can’t wait to find out,” he claimed her lips before she can answer back a retort.

For the record, it was a mindblowing sex that once again wiped away all her resistance. If there was such a thing as a perfect honeymoon, it would probably count as one.

It was exactly more than twenty times that she unmindfully orgasmed from his lovemaking. That she even started using that way to describe their intimate moments is a telltale of the battle going on in her consciousness.

Whether to give him a chance for things to work or to still try to run away is something she was still so unsure about. But right now it didn’t matter, right at this moment is she enjoying her time despite or given the situation.