10 Storyteller's Enticing Antagonist - Part 2

Well... I was pulled back with a sudden force and both of my hands tied up by a magical shimmering black rope. Strangely the dark smoke was emitting from the rope. I tried to resist but couldn't, I was shell shocked by this motion. I felt my back hit a tree and my hand was pulled behind my ears. This time I properly saw him. He was a breath-taking handsome devil. I knew he was tall, didn't know he stood at 6'4 with broad shoulders and muscular lean body. He had this strange hypnotic air surrounding him almost surreal.

'Where do you think you are going, bonny lass?' He asked menacingly, and ready to leap like a predator if I moved one step backwards.

I didn't reply to him as I was completely under his devilish spell. I would do anything to touch his long flowing bluish-black hair. It touches his wide shoulder. So silky looks like a dark waterfall flowing smoothly and continuously. It was his eyes that made me go into the stance. A pair of silvery-blue, once it is upon you then a chill can feel running throughout the body. I am in sweet yet torturous hell.

'What do you want from me?' I snapped myself out of my fantasy and steadily asked him a question even though I am super turned on now.

'She speaks. I thought you will become a silent monk and remain as such for eternity.' He replied by laughing huskily and mocking me to which I responded with an eye roll.

I felt my arms stretch further up exposing my stomach. His look at my exposed skin and licked his kissable lips. He raises his finger making my arms lift higher till it won't go any further. I moaned as the pain shot through my arms. The pain turns into a pleasure instantly. In one swift movement, he stood in front of me. Our faces just an inch apart. His eyes were like stormy ice water getting darker with my every intake of air.

'I want you.' He said with an obvious tone.

'Let me go now. I will walk away and pretend this never happened.' I promised him and meant it.

'That's the issue, lass. You have to stay with me forever. I can't let you go as we are bound for eternity.' He replied excitedly that anyone standing at my spot will find this confession extremely disturbing.

I started to struggle as I had it enough. No one is allowed to make rules for me. I need my freedom and I am done being someone's prisoner.

'You cut this rope now. Get away from me, creep. I am becoming very much sick of this.' I screamed at Callum as I struggled against the restraint.

'Calm down, wee lamb. It is you who wanted this. You called upon the moon. Now, this is your destiny. Embrace it.' He answered it simply.

'What? Are y-you kidding m-me?' I spluttered.

'Shh. It is alright, lass. Now just enjoy it.' He spoke calmly and seductively. His hot tongue licking my earlobe makes the body act crazy horny. The touch of his hand on my exposed stomach left puddles of wetness pooling between my legs.

'Wait! Tell me, what do you mean by being bonded for an eternity?' I asked to distract him from giving such pleasure. Yeah, you might think I am insane. Trust me the feelings are the way too much to take. Feel like being thrown into the fiery pit of hell then into the unbearable icy cold Arctic ocean.

'You open the book of forbidden tales. Very special to the storyteller. It is a holy relic and you are its guardian now.' He replied casually as if he was informing me about the daily weather.

That didn't stop him keeping his hands off me. He lowers himself to my mid-level & strokes my stomach with his hot wet tongue. I couldn't hold in the gasp; it was so loud that it shattered the silent peace of the night.

'Oh! You didn't answer the eternity bond part.' I informed huskily. My breath was heavy & my heart beat against my chest loudly. I wished he could stroke his powerful fingers on my wet folds. Damn. I just want to cum on his fingers. What is happening to me? I did not understand the immediate response of my body to his touch. He lit a fire of desire in my stone-cold heart making me feel which I never dreamt that I could at all.

'You are the guardian as well as the owner. You, my lamb, what they call is the storyteller.'

Callum softly kisses my belly with his thick hands feeling my hips. The lust blooming within me was taking over all my senses. Also, I was getting madder by every second at him for using sex to manipulate me. I had it enough and with best efforts, I controlled sexual urges

'Stop! Get your hand off me now. I am ordering you now.' I shouted at him. Instantly the power that held on me left & I landed down on my ass, curses to my wobbly legs. The courtesy goes towards the Scottish asshat.

'What the -?' The words were lost to him.

'Who the fuck is you? Explain now?' I demanded immediate answers for my patience is withering on each passing second.

'Jolly good. You are the creator of the world. That book's ownership has been passed unto to you from its predecessor. Every storyteller has a sidekick. Depending on the nature of its owner, the book sends one of us to help through the process. We are bonded until our death. Neither can survive without the other. Those are the rules.' He replied to me smoothly but I can see undetected emotions behind his eyes.

'Where did you come from? How will you help? Mostly, why should I dare to believe you?' I asked with venom laced in my tone. One thing I have learned on this planet after wasting so many years that never ever trust anybody. Truth will always be bitter and sadly; I have witnessed it in a brutal manner.