Raz Onyx Vesper Post 2

Love Is A Luxury

“Rape me into ashes if you will. I can take it.”

~ Rachel Dolium, Revelations of the Dark Mother ~

I had built Her a house. I would have nothing but the best for Her. As in the words of Dracula, “I’ve crossed oceans of time to find you.” We did not want to be disturbed so I built it on the bayous of New Orleans. A quiet place except for the creatures of the night who sang beautiful songs right outside our door.

It gave me a quiet place to think and also a quiet place to think about Her. Thinking about stuff like how can I make Her happier, how can I dote on Her even more? What more can I do to be a force of light in Her life? She was so sad and I had to cure that.

I put everything that I could into the home that I made for Her. I wanted it to be as beautiful as she was. She deserved no less. I wanted every place, every nook and cranny, that I caressed her and looked upon Her, made love to Her, to be as luxurious as she made my heart feel in those moments. I wanted Her to be able to look around and know my love and passion for her. If my hands were not caressing her I wanted my work to caress her vision.

My passion had never flamed so hot and bright before Her. It was as if my whole body would explode from the feelings inflamed within my heart. For this kind of desire there was no cure except for Her. it was a fire that would never be quenched.

It was inflamed even more one night when she whispered, oh so weakly and daintily, “Rape me, Raz.” My loins burned for Her like never before that night. It was on a lounge in the pool room. I didn't think I would ever stop. I was afraid that I would never stop. She wanted the pain. She was so frigid yet receiving that it scared me a little. Later on it was scare me a lot. But I had to satisfy Her. I had to take care of all of her needs so that she would not look to another. So, when I plunged into Her again the second time that she asked me, I went in hard. I gave Her the pain that she wanted. I made her scream. Whether it was terror or agony I will never know. After it was over she was always quiet and would not speak. She would go off into another room or out onto the bayou and roam around looking at the pale moonlight slipping over the trees. The next time I made love to Her after these instances I was ever, ever so gentle and slow. I tried to give Her as much pleasure as possible. It was not within my human abilities to give Her as much pleasure as I desired for Her.

I would find out in time that I can never give Her anything that she truly desired, but it was too late. My soul was already lost within Her and one day I would lose it.