PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

Chapter 682 Dark Passion (R-18)

Chapter 682 Dark Passion (R-18).

(Revna POV)

I wonder when I stop having those horrible nightmares. Was it even proper to call them that? She thought it would be more accurate to say they were memories. Memories of that dark room, of those demons in human form that came to visit us, of all that humiliation and abuse, of watching my friends being raped endlessly while being made to watch helplessly.

I hated remembering such things; those memories made me feel dirty, humiliated, and unworthy. My only consolation was that just like in real life, those dreams ended with my beloved Master rescuing me.

I still remember it like it was yesterday, I thought I would remember it clearly for the rest of my life. Those blue eyes, beautiful and bright as sapphires, his hair black as night, the air of danger around him, and that faint kindness hidden under his frivolous smile.

Back then, I and the rest of the girls in that room were nothing more than a bunch of broken dolls, sullied women without a shred of will to go on living. Only the strong had the privilege of living their lives with dignity; the weak were destined to be trampled and taken advantage of. We couldn't bear the idea of returning to a world like that.

Yet he offered us the very thing we crave most: power. The power to survive, protect ourselves and regain our dignity. The only thing he asked in return was loyalty. Was there reason to doubt? Since then, Master has given us so much. A warm and safe home, delicious food, knowledge, resources, and power, going as far as to give us kindness we didn't deserve.

We were his tools, but he treated us with the respect and dignity the world had denied us. I wanted to pay him, for everything, beyond our initial agreement; I believed that he deserved much more. I swore to be his companion, hidden dagger, helper, partner, and shadow. Yet, I couldn't help but be greedy.

It all started the first time I visited the Master's home. I knew that the Master had secrets; he was a cautious and meticulous person, perhaps not by nature but by instilled habits, so he must have thought very seriously before allowing me to enter his home.

I felt honored; I believed I had proven myself enough to serve and support Master even more. A small part of me, that tiny bit of ingenuity remaining believed that perhaps this was how the love story between me and the Master would begin, and in a way it did, although not in the way I expected.

I should have expected it; I really should have. How could someone as perfect and magnificent as Master not have someone to share a bed with? I remember meeting Claire was like seeing all my selfish and hidden hopes dashed. Still, the despair was short-lived, for Sasha's presence told a story about the nature of my Master, one that gave me hope.

Some people might think that my Master was a deplorable man, someone weak who succumbed too easily to lust, who needed several women to satisfy his vanity and desire. Nonetheless, I didn't think that was the case.

I could see how much my Master loved Claire and Sasha, it was true that such an unusual relationship was not perfect, as my Master's shadow, I saw on more than one occasion the challenges of leading such a life, but I believed was worth it.

At the end of the day, what did it matter if it was an unusual relationship? True, there were challenges and discontents, but didn't all relationships have such things? Of course, a part of me only believed that because it was the only way I could feel free of guilt as I tried to seduce my Master.

Sometimes I didn't even know what I was thinking; I was a broken and unworthy woman, but I couldn't help but want to attract his attention and receive his touch and affection. Little by little, I was integrating into his life, taking advantage of the moments when we were alone to show him my beauty in all its splendor; I wanted him to look at me, to desire me... to take me.

I wore dresses, accessories, and costumes; I tempted him with every part of my body that I found desirable. I used all types of poses to attract his gaze; I gave everything to be worthy of at least that. I told myself that this was all I needed, that I wouldn't covet his love or fight for a place in his heart, but I was lying to myself.

As time passed, feeling his gaze was no longer enough; that electrifying and suffocating feeling only made me want more. I would do anything to please my Master; I would fight for him, suffer for him, kill and die for him, and without a doubt, I would use my body to entertain him, but that was the only thing he did not ask of me.

I came to wonder if I looked so disgusting in his eyes if he only looked at that broken and sullied woman, covered in the filth of other men that he found in that dark room; maybe that's why he didn't want me. Contrary to what I thought, he had a very different reason.

I didn't know what to say when my Master explained why he was so reluctant to touch me. It came from his kindness and consideration for everything that had happened to me. I appreciated it somewhat, but all I wanted to do at that moment was yell at him that he didn't have to think about such things, that he could take me right there and subject me to exhaustion on his desk. Unfortunately, I couldn't ask him to devastate me right then and there until there wasn't a single part of my body left that wasn't filled with the scent; I didn't want to appear vulgar in front of him.

Since then, the barrier between us has become thinner and thinner. My Master was still reluctant to take things too far, but I didn't care. He accepted me; that was all that filled my thoughts. Every kiss and every caress since then has been a blessing.

I love him; I love him so much that my old disposition has become unbearable. I can no longer wait for him to want me, to touch me; I need to receive his love. Even if I have to go out of my role and be selfish, I need to take that love.

Fortunately, my opportunity presented itself after my Master refused to help his old friends. Although I resent them for having the audacity to ask so freely for Master's offspring, I still have to be grateful to them for what is happening.

How long have you been waiting for this moment? To be honest, I couldn't say for sure; I just know that I couldn't stop. My lips did not stop looking for his, begging with endless greed for one more kiss. Like a dying person searching for food, my tongue kept chasing me with an insatiable hunger and begging for one more touch of his.

I felt like I was reaching heaven, but it wasn't enough. It was far from enough; I wanted more. I was in awe of my greed, but it did little to stop my actions. Those blue eyes as deep as the ocean now had only me in them, and I was dying to drown in the waves of passion I saw inside.

"Master, please touch me." As soon as I had a chance to catch my breath, I began to beg.

I don't know where I got the nerve to ask for something so cheeky, but I was immediately glad I did. Without any shyness, my Master took me with both hands and squeezed me. "Hmm." I couldn't help but moan softly. As one hand ran down my thighs and another played with my breasts, all I could think about was how this would feel better if my clothes weren't in the way.

I don't know if Master read my mind, but my clothes quickly became less of a nuisance when he got rid of them. This was what I wanted, what I wanted so much. I could feel his desire for me, both in his gaze and touch; it was intoxicating. One moment my lips were still being plundered by his, and the next my breasts were mercilessly assaulted by his tongue; my world blurred by the minute.

"Aaah, Master... hmm, Desmond." With a lost look, I couldn't help but moan and tremble in his arms. I didn't care what he did to me as long as he was the one to do it. I would take it with all my being, but he being the kind and caring person he is, was not quick to use me for his pleasure. Instead, he was making sure to give me a world of joy, so much so that it was downright overwhelming.

I no longer cared about my various fantasies; I didn't even remember that chain I gave him. I could explore my masochistic tendencies another day; today, all I wanted was to receive as much of this love and attention as possible.

I felt it then, breathless in an instant, my pupils sure dilated to the max; my back arched at a dangerous angle as an overwhelming sensation of electrifying pleasure coursed through my body. I hardly realized that my little secret garden was being disturbed by my Master while showering streams of love nectar. It was to be expected; the pleasure of my first orgasm didn't leave me much room to think or feel anything else.