Back In Time

Echoes of passion

                                                                        Malachi 

The darkness enveloped me, a comforting embrace after a long and arduous day of ruling the damned. As I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts lingered on the woman who had been in my chambers only hours before. Elara's soft curves, her silken hair spread out across my pillow, her lips still tasted of me. A small, satisfied smile curved my lips.

She had been so surprised when I'd revealed myself as Malachi, the ruler of hell. But there was something more to it than that. Fear, yes, but also a hint of... curiosity. She had never been one to shy away from adventure, that much was clear. And I had given her the adventure of a lifetime.

Her scent filled my senses, a heady mix of flowers and femininity that was uniquely hers. I imagined her fingers trailing along my bare chest, her breath hot against my skin. The memory of our passionate encounter the night before flooded my mind, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

I wanted to see her again, feel her again. And so, with a whispered incantation, I summoned her to my chambers. There was no time for games this time; I needed her to understand that I was serious about claiming her as mine.

When she appeared before me, her eyes wide with surprise and perhaps a touch of apprehension, I couldn't help but feel a rush of possessiveness. She was mine, after all. I rose from my throne, towering over her, and extended a hand. "Come," I commanded. "I have something I want to show you."

Her hesitation was only fleeting, and soon she was walking obediently toward me, her steps slow and measured. As she drew near, I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against my body. Her soft curves fit perfectly against my hard length, and I groaned, feeling myself grow harder by the second.

"What is it you want to show me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned in close, my breath hot against her ear. "I want to show you what it's like to be with me, Elara. Not just for one night, but forever." Her breath hitched at my words, and I could feel the answering heat building between us. "I want to claim you as mine, body and soul."

With that, I lowered my head, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. My tongue danced with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth as my free hand slipped beneath her robe, caressing the smooth skin of her back. She moaned into the kiss, her body melting against mine.

When at last we broke apart for air, I gazed into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or fear. But all I saw was desire, and a fierce determination to make this work. "Tonight," I murmured, "you will be mine."

And so it was. That night, and for all the nights to come, I would make sure that Elara knew she belonged to me. I would show her the depths of my love, and protect her from any harm that might come her way. For she was not just my prize, my consort, or my plaything; she was my love, and my life. And as the ruler of hell, I would make sure that she never forgot it. 

Later that night, I brought her to my room but something was off with the way she was acting. Like she was upset about something but my dick was already so hard that I didn't give any sort of fucks right now. I needed her more than I wanted to admit no matter how she was feeling and I don't care if I was being selfish.

Elara, my lovely prize. My Elara. I can hardly contain myself as I stand over her, my cock hard as fucking steel and straining against the confines of my trousers. She's laid out before me, her long, pale hair fanning out across the bed, her creamy skin flushed with arousal. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her and claim her in every way possible.

I kneel beside her, my hand cupping her cheek gently. Her eyes flutter open, dazed with pleasure, and meet mine. "Malachi?" she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "What are you going to do to me?"