Sweet Dreams

There she is, his little red flame! 

Standing at the topmost balcony of the Fortress of Tortures, wearing nothing but thin transparent scarves for clothes on that magnificent body! 

The scarves sway in the wind, revealing portions of her smooth glossy skin and beautiful curves.

Her fiery red hair joins them, a-swaying.

She pulls the stray strands out of her view, guarding them behind her ears to reveal... a perfect face. She is a dazzling beauty.

Concealing her nipples and the more intricate features of her body are a pair of golden lion claws, affixed over each nipple, and matching gold adornments, and on the top central part of her head is a matching little tiara.

Gifts... from the demon Gorak to his beloved.

The gold pieces cover up more of her body than the transparent scarf strips, but the partial nudity suits her perfectly, as she possesses the body of a goddess!

Deep in thought, she overlooks the vast expanse of burning land beneath and the jagged, mountainous landscape that constitute the surroundings.

A lightning storm was gathering.

....

'Seems like 'he' is in a bad mood. What could have caused it this time?'

Her thoughts reveal her feelings... the very feelings that bother her. Feelings of care and concern.

Why would she care for him?... care for a ruthless villain!

*sigh*

She looks down, observing the tiny details of the landscape before her.

The areas that have no jagged rocks have pitfalls with bonfires here and there, created by the terrifyingly dangerous red lightning strikes that come down occasionally, burning flaming craters, and eating deep into the ground.

This was a dark place. A place straight out of nightmares.

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Gorak is indeed in a bad mood. His red lightning powers tear down upon the grounds due to his rage.

He needs his drug... his coolant. His happiness. So he comes looking for her.

.....

He quietly watches her graceful actions and beautiful backside as she stands, gazing out the balcony.

Suddenly, the storm dissipates as Gorak's anger dissolves away completely.

She was his cure! Just one look at her and all the anger he felt would dissipate in a matter of seconds.

She doesn't stop her staring though. She always seemed to be fascinated by the environment.

'Well, it must be shocking for a human to see her land transformed in such a way', reasons Gorak.

'What are her thoughts?', he wonders.

...

He approaches her from behind. She hears nothing as she is completely absorbed in her thoughts.

"Do you like it?", he asks, whispering against her right ear. His hushed voice calm and relaxing... soothing, even.

"Ah!" she jumps a little, startled by his deep whispering voice. At the same time, she feels his hot breath tingling her ear. Her face goes red.

'She smells like flowers.'

Gorak's brain acknowledges the captivating smell of his little red flame.

He places his hands on the railing, one on each of her sides.

Taking care to keep her trapped between his arms and the railing, he closes in on her, lowering his head to place a soft, wet trail of kisses from underneath her ear, down the crook of her neck, and along her shoulders, to calm her.

But that doesn't calm her at all. Her heart races. She stands still, unable to breathe properly, her hair standing on end.

Gorak notices her discomfort, but he doesn't stop.

"Did I scare you? I apologise.

Keep calm... It's just me." he murmurs amidst soft, wet kisses, his voice low and sexy.

'Just you? YOU are the problem! How could I calm down in this situation?', she thinks to herself, but doesn't dare voice her opinion.

The shameless Gorak would just love to know how mesmerised and air-headed his advances leave her coy self.

She had a duty... she couldn't succumb to this devil. She shouldn't. Her dignity was on the line!

'Stay strong, Dela', she mentally encourages herself. But...

'He is shirtless! And so close... kissing on me!'

Her thoughts are in complete disarray. She can barely speak, let alone answer any of his questions.

With his rippling muscles, his insanely handsome face, and a large, sculpted, well-built body, Gorak's features are overwhelming.

Dela seems small and defeated in his embrace.

He is afterall, a god. The epitome of perfection.

She feels his warm skin against hers as his arms gently close in on her, taking her into him, holding her in place by the stomach and waist, her back pressed against him.

Her heart thumps and her breathing quickens.

His kisses travel up to her face to find her soft, pink lips. He kisses them softly first... he seems to be waiting for her to object. She doesn't.

'She's not refusing me?...' Gorak wonders.

As it seemed, she no longer hated his guts as much as she used to...

Could it be?

Could he possibly be so favoured by Fate?

First, he found his fated soulmate by sheer accident, out here in a flimsy mortal realm. A perfect red haired beauty; proud, stubborn, gutsy, strong-willed and fiesty.

He loved it all!

But how cruel it was to find that she hated his guts.

He of course captured her.

Now, after months and months of trying to take her heart forcefully, could she actually be falling for him?!

Last night, she caressed his cheek on her own!... and right now, she was not rejecting his kisses...

Thrilled with the thought, he deepens into a lovely french kiss, taking away her senses with each deep, wet, delicious stroke of his tongue.

...

His hands move over her sides and stomach, travelling gently atop her smooth skin.

The mind-numbing feel of his touch builds up heat from the depths of her gut. The heat quickly spreads out, running up to her face, making her gasp as it deprives her of most of the air in her lungs.

"hahh..."

The soft moan leaks out of her before she knows it.

Her face runs red hot in embarrassment.

'That sound!', Gorak is enthralled.

In all the thousands of years of his existence, he had never heard anything so sweet.

What was this mortal creature, that she was able to assault divinity in such a way?

Completely seduced, Gorak doesn't stop. Rather his actions become more shameless and unbridled...

The transparent scarves Dela has on barely cover any part of her hot, goddess ranked, evenly proportioned body. So she feels every single touch like it is directly on her skin.

His hands feel so good.

So intoxicating.

He was tearing down the last of the walls she had put up around her heart, and with their demolition, the strong and inexplicable feelings of love she had kept prisoner for so long within her bounds were now free!

Flowing out like an overwhelming river, they blur away the cautious thoughts of her witty brain, and peel away the layers of her massive ego, leaving her weak-kneed, at his mercy.

She can deceive herself no longer. She loves him. She wants him.

Turning around to slowly wrap her arms around Gorak, Dela succumbs to her urges. She moves her lips against his, kissing back.

Startled, Gorak breaks away from her lips for a moment to stare at her in utter surprise.

But then, red faced, dreamy eyed; Dela gently and seductively pulls him in again by the neck.

'Woah...' He had waited so long for this.

Pleased, he obliges her, pressing down on her lips once again in another passionate kiss...

"mmh... hh..."

They were kissing each other! Finally, she accepts him.

He would indulge himself fully.

Taking it up a notch, he lifts Dela unto himself. Her legs straddle him by sheer instinct.

"ohh..." she responds to suddenly being lifted into the air, unconsciously clinging unto his muscular, toned, shirtless upper body.

Then she feels it...

*Poke!*

A delicious mound knocking at the doors of her privacy.

*gasp!*

Shocked stiff, Dela's bewildered expression meets Gorak's smirking face.

"This is what you do to me" is his straightforward explanation. He was smiling at her knowingly.

How naughty!

"Do you want to?", he asks

"... uh..." Dela is left speechless.

Yes, of course she wants to, but how can she say those words to his teasing face?

He eats hungrily at her neck, in a bid to coax out a positive response.

"I-I... y-yeah.."

Dela's response is so mild, it's barely audible. Gorak hears it clearly, but hopes he hasn't imagined it.

"Really?"

He asks to be doubly sure, his face burried between her mounds as he eats out her sweet skin.

Supporting her weight against the railing, he pushes her harder against himself, his right hand running up her exposed left leg, carressing her smooth thigh, and his other hand hooking itself beneath a melon before going on to lurk about within the scarves that cover her right side and backside.

"... hahh... mh.."

Taken with the throes of pleasure, Dela unconsciously bites her lips to stifle her moaning.

"..."

Hearing nothing but Dela's heavy breathing, Gorak lifts his head to stare straight at her. Allowing her to gather her thoughts. He wants her answer.

He sees her biting her lips. The sexiest expression on her face.

Completely embarrassed, she averts her gaze and nods twice.

"I... I want you."

Her words are breathy and enticing.

'D*mn!'

It's too much for Gorak. His patience has run out. He had to have her. Right now.

"How about we do it right here, where the entire kingdom can see us...", Gorak suggests to Dela's ear in a breathy whisper, the tone of his voice, low and captivating.

"Wh-Wha?!" Dela's flustered, alarmed and confused response is cut off by Gorak's lips yet again, as he intends to get right to it without wasting any time.

He lets loose, exploring and indulging himself intently in various pleasures.

"hhuh... ohh... hh.."

Swept away, Dela's body responds earnestly.

Her soft moans grow louder and louder, to Gorak's delight, echoing...

....

He opens his eyes, but rather than see her he sees iron bars. Her arms that cradled his neck and body are chains and power-limiting restraints fastened around his neck, wrists and feet, and the soft, plump curvy body he was leaning against is a giant iron boulder fastened to his restraints.

He is still imprisoned in this dark and dreary dungeon... 'd*mn!'

Fate was playing a wicked trick on him!

He was dreaming up memories from 2,013 years ago... memories of her.

Memories of his foolish love that led to his disgraceful defeat!...

'How utterly ridiculous!'

He clenches his fist in anger.

His love... that curvy, intoxicating red-head, she had betrayed him. She even joined forces with the enemy to take him down...

That hurt him worse than any punishment he could get in his entire lifetime.

'Dreaming of her...'

Dreaming of their first time. It was the first time she truly accepted him. He had been so happy... the imprudent and reckless fool that he was!

'How ludicrous!', his thoughts ridicule him.

"I have to get out of here before I lose my mind..." he supports his forehead in the palm of his hand.

Thoughts and memories of her torture him, even down to his dreams. He was losing his mind. Because of her!

"...and when I finally do, I'll find her and squeeze the life out of her slowly."

He exudes a dark, murderous aura as he contemplates killing his redhead.

.....

People say there's a fine line between love and hate. Gorak has no doubt crossed that line. But there is one good thing about the haunting memories of his little redhead... They motivate this prisoner to escape his dungeon.

Despite his horrible ordeals over the last 2,013 years, his spirit could never be broken, only because he focuses on his purpose outside these walls. A purpose that fuels his desperation to get out.

Escape, Find and Kill the little redhead!

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