Unbearable Desire

As Gilbert's fingers trailed along her skin, Beatrice felt a wave of desire wash over her. The way he slowly peeled off her stocking, revealing her bare skin inch by inch, made her ache with longing.

And as he finally pulled off her stocking completely, she felt a rush of excitement that she couldn't contain. The way he looked at her with hunger in his eyes made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

"Feeling hungry, my love?" Gilbert chuckled, his eyes raking over her excited face with a mischievous glint. "I know just the thing to satisfy your appetite," he added, his voice low and husky.

Gilbert's lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "But you'll just have to wait and see, my love," he whispered, sending shivers down her spine. "But I promise you won't be disappointed."

Beatrice turned her face away, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over her. But deep down, she knew that Gilbert was right. Her desire for him was growing stronger with each passing moment. She craved his touch and yearned for him to explore her body in ways she had only ever dreamed of. His words just make her more excited than ever.

He then started to wrap her wound, and Beatrice couldn't help but feel a rush of desire. The way his touch was both gentle and electrifying made her body quiver with longing. Every movement of his fingers sent waves of pleasure through her body, igniting a fire deep within her.

"You know you don't have to do this, Gilbert," she murmured, biting her lip. "You could just order the maid to do it."

But Gilbert just chuckled, his hand tracing a path up her thigh. "Why would I do that, my sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice husky. "I have the perfect excuse to touch your beautiful feet, to feel your silky skin against my lips." 

As he leaned in to kiss her toes, Beatrice felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't help but feel a longing for him, a desire that burned deep inside her. She wanted him to touch her, to explore every inch of her body with his mouth and hands.

"Gilbert," she gasped, her breath coming in short bursts. "Please... please don't stop."

But Gilbert only grinned, his eyes darkened with lust. "Of course not," he purred, his lips tracing a path up her ankle. "I want to make you feel good, to give you everything you crave."

As Gilbert's lips grazed against her inner thigh, Beatrice let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Her body was on fire with desire, and she could hardly contain herself any longer. She wanted him, needed him, to take her right then and there. But Gilbert continued to tease her, his mischievous smile making her heart race with anticipation.

"Gilbert," Beatrice moaned as he continued to kiss her inner thigh, his hands trailing up her body. "Please, I need you."

"I'm here, my love," he whispered against her skin, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you." He trailed soft kisses along her inner thigh, marking her as his and igniting a fire inside of her that she couldn't ignore.

She knew that she was completely under his spell, lost in the pleasure of his touch. With every caress of his lips and every nibble of his teeth, she felt her body responding eagerly to his advances.

And as he looked up at her with a wicked grin, she knew that he was the only one who could satisfy her deepest desires. She whispered his name, and he claimed her as his own, their bodies merging in a frenzy of passion and ecstasy.

"I want you," she gasped, her body arching towards him. "I want you to take me, to make me yours."

Without another word, Gilbert pulled her into his arms. The intensity of his embrace took Beatrice's breath away, and she felt her body melt into his. His lips crashed down on hers in a searing kiss, igniting a fire within her that she had never felt before. She lost herself in the taste of him, in the way his hands roamed over her body, claiming her as his own.

As their bodies tangled together, Beatrice knew that she had found her safe haven in him. In his arms, she felt free to be herself, to let go of all her worries and fears. He was the one who could make her feel truly alive, the one who could satisfy the deepest desires of her heart and soul. With him, she felt complete, and she never wanted to let go.

"Then show me, Gilbert," Beatrice breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Show me everything."

Without a word, Gilbert moved closer, his lips now tantalizingly close to her core. His hot breath against her skin made her shudder with anticipation, and she moaned softly as he ran his tongue along her folds.

It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, the way he explored her with his mouth, teasing her with his tongue and lips, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. It was as if he knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her feel every sensation to the fullest. 

"Oh, Gilbert," Beatrice moaned as she felt his tongue explore her most intimate areas. "That feels so good, please don't stop."

Beatrice writhed beneath Gilbert, lost in a sea of pleasure, and when she finally came, she screamed his name at the top of her lungs.

"Oh my God, Gilbert!" she gasped as she finally reached her peak, her body convulsing with pleasure. "You're amazing, Gilbert."

As she lay there, panting and sweating, Gilbert looked up at her with a satisfied smile. "I told you, my love," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I'll give you everything you crave and more."

What Gilbert said was true, Beatrice couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up her spine. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her body and making her heart race with desire. But at the same time, something was unsettling about the way he seemed to know exactly what she wanted 

It was like he was reading her mind, or worse, controlling it. The thought both thrilled and terrified her, and she found herself torn between wanting more and wanting to run away.

As her mind raced with conflicting thoughts, Beatrice couldn't help but think of the man in her dreams. The one who held the power to make her body surrender in ecstasy. The Devil himself. 

It must be a coincidence, right? If the Devil could still exist even after she had the amulet and was protected by the Temple, then what was the point of believing in God?

She dismissed that thought. Because at that moment, all she wanted was to give in to her desires, to lose herself in the passion that was building between them.

. . . 

The sun was a mere specter in the sky, obscured by the heavy fog that blanketed the Avaloria Kingdom. While the rest of the city was alive with the hustle and bustle of a new day, this room was shrouded in an eerie darkness that seemed to seep through the very walls.

The thick velvet curtains were drawn tightly shut, casting a suffocating gloom over the grand room. In the corner, a man sat in a high-backed chair, his face obscured by the shadows.

As he lifted the cigar to his lips, the room was filled with the acrid smoke of tobacco, its pungent aroma mingling with the sickly sweet scent of wine. The man savored the taste of the smoke, letting it linger on his tongue like a lover's kiss.

As the man enjoyed his cigar and wine, a tall figure loomed behind him like a loyal servant awaiting his next command. "Master, may I inquire as to how long you intend to stay here? As the owner of the realm, it may not be suitable for you to remain away from your duties for too long."

"I will be here as much as I please, and you needn't worry about anything. My dog will handle everything," he declared firmly.

The tall figure nodded obediently, but still seemed hesitant. "Forgive me, Master, but I must remind you that the creatures of the realm look up to you as their leader. Your presence and guidance are essential to maintaining their trust and loyalty."

The man took a long drag of his cigar and blew out a thick cloud of smoke before responding. "Trust and loyalty? Those are things that can be bought with fear. And as for guidance, well, I have already given them everything they need to know. They just have to follow my orders and everything will be fine."

The shadow seemed uneasy, but he knew better than to argue with his master. "As you wish, Master. But please do not forget that you have a responsibility to the people who have put their trust in you."

The man just gave him a dismissive wave of his hand. "Responsibility? That's a word for the weak. I have no obligations to anyone but myself." With that, he took another sip of his wine and settled deeper into his chair.