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Chapter 3 - Taking Her in Sleep

  • “Where am I?” Selene asked that the moment she woke up. She felt her hands pressing on soft foam and found herself in a familiar mattress. She was actually in her room now, the hexagonal room particularly.
  • “Oh, you’re awake!” Duke Wyndall exclaimed when he noticed her sitting upright.
  • “Father?” She blinked her eyes twice just so to make sure that it was really him.
  • “Goodness me, Selene. You almost gave me a heart attack earlier! Of all the places you want to take a nap, why would it be under the shade of a tree? Well—- I don’t even know if you are really napping or you have actually fainted!”
  • “What are you talking about Father?” she replied, her brows in a curious frown.
  • “Tsk... that issue is not important anymore.” He ended the discussion abruptly. “At least now, I know that you are fine. Goodness! Your mother would have my head if you get a cold.”
  • “But Father, I don’t —-” She paused abruptly as surge of memories came back to remind her. She took an intake of breath then. “...ohh...”
  • “Are you alright?” His father asked, noticing her suddenly spacing out.
  • She shook her head and cleared the blurred vision in her eyes. “Yea... yes... I am fine Father, ” she lied, not wanting to tell him what truly happened under the maple tree earlier.
  • Just what is that man! She shouted in her mind, remembering the way he oddly talks and acts.
  • “Now. Pull yourself together. Dinner is already prepared.” Her father ordered before he closed the door.
  • It was already midnight. All servants, Selene’s parents and herself were already sleeping soundly in their beds. It was a peaceful night, until it was broken by her soft moan.
  • “Hmmmm...”
  • Half winding in and out of consciousness, she, at first, could feel a cold feathery kiss on her leg, and then it climbed up, roughly in intervals of six seconds in every part of her body.
  • Every cold contact made her cry softly under her breath. Yes. First was her left leg, then her left wrist, next was her belly just below her navel, then in between her two breasts where the only cover was her flimsy chemise.
  • This deepened her breathing more, feeling the cold kiss as it then appeared on her neck next. It finally reached on her lips seconds after where it lingered there until her mouth opened on its own or so it seemed to look like.
  • “Ahhhhh...” she gasped loudly as she felt a rough touch of a hand in her waist, trying to pull her chemise up.
  • She then felt fingers pressing into her rib cage with a pressure that aroused her sensitivity. She moaned with this, suddenly becoming breathless although she was still asleep.
  • How could a sensation like this not wake her up?
  • The chemise seemingly ran up on its own up to her neck like there was an unseen force placing it intentionally there.
  • Selene arched her back when she felt a tingle of her nipples. One felt like it was covered with a soft, moist mouth, while the other one felt like it was being titillated by two divine fingers.
  • A soft cry of pleasure escaped from her lips again. She would have basked on its goodness but in a sudden change of direction, a tug on her ruffled lingerie made her eyes shot open, this time feeling conscious of all the sensation building up inside her.
  • She could feel a weight bringing her down on the mattress —- a weight that felt of a man but she couldn’t see him in her front!
  • “Huh... what!” She was confused, beguiled by the events.
  • She felt both of her wrists being brought up to her head and quickly felt a warm tongue flicking her earlobe and down to the plane of her neck.
  • “No! Ahhhh!”
  • She was in a daze with this. It was as if there was an invisible man doing lewd things on her — against her will — but there was nothing that she could do but to succumb to it.
  • She of course couldn’t fight a man whom she couldn’t see!
  • “No! Let me go!” Selene shouted as the mysterious force continued its sensual wake. This time, she felt her lingerie being pulled down from her legs, ultimately exposing her virgin womanhood. And then as soon as it was done, a lengthy, hard, throbbing muscle quickly followed it, breaking the entrance of her passage roughly.
  • “Ahhhhh!” Selene winced with the shooting pain. A tear formed in her eyes immediately.
  • “No! Please stop!” she cried, but the invisible man seemed to be inattentive of her needs.
  • By the Gods! Just what is this unseen force doing with her! It was actually raping her and she was damned helpless with it!
  • Thrust after thrust, she felt her insides convulsing in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She moaned and cried her heart out as the invisible man continued to pound on top her. She heard him groan near her ears, hinting that he was enjoying it too much.
  • After sometime of continued invasion, she felt a swirling sensation of rapture. Her mind felt like it was bursting with her first ever orgasm. That is the only time too when she heard a velvety male voice whisper her name tenderly.
  • “Selene...”
  • And right then and there, she felt the force gone, leaving her stunned and speechless, but panting for breaths nevertheless.
  • “Milady? How are you feeling?” Mrs. Latrice asked worriedly when she noticed her Mistress sitting quietly near the east window. A cup of tea was in her hand but she wasn’t sipping it at all, only watching the landscape outside.
  • Selene’s attention diverted to her and gave her a bit of smile. “I... I am fine.” She answered, but her words weren’t believable for the attendant.
  • “Your breakfast is ready now, Milady.”
  • “Uh... yes... thank you, ” Selene said, holding her attention back on the maple tree. “Mrs. Latrice?” She called after a minute.
  • The attendant looked up. “Yes, Milady?”
  • “Could you please leave me alone for a moment?” requested she, her eyes never leaving the scenery.
  • “Sure, Milady.” The older woman replied without question. Taking the silver tray with her with a silver pitcher and a knife, she was intent on exiting the room but Selene abruptly stopped her.
  • “Could you leave the knife in the table?” It wasn’t a request but a subtle order. The attendant raised a brow, confused as to what its purpose is for her.
  • “I... ah... I need it for a sculpture I plan on making, ” Selene clarified, sounding a bit stiff.
  • “Oh...” She blinked twice after giving her Mistress an incredulous look. “Sure Milady, but please be careful when you use it. It is very sharp.” Mrs. Latrice replied as she took out the knife and placed it on the table next to the sugar container.
  • “Yeah.”
  • The minute her attendant left, Selene released a long sigh. Then she felt her lips tremble as she recalled everything about last night.
  • “What—- just—- actually—- happened?” she asked herself, confused and clueless. She felt the torrid kisses trailing in her neck and lips last night, but the source was invisible. She could sense the warmth of a male body and even able to touch his firm chest and muscled back but Gods, her eyes felt like it was betraying her! She was as if blind! She even felt the man’s fully erect member thrusting in and out of her virgin passage, yet she couldn’t define its details.
  • Is it possible that what happened to her last night were the works of an incubus? She was knowledgeable enough to know that such vile entities exist but she didn’t expect that she would fall prey to one of them!
  • When she ran a finger on a sore part of her neck, she felt it a bit rough and its skin pores raised. She immediately stood up and marched across the room to her bathroom.
  • “Huh... kiss marks?” She caught a breath as she stared at her reflection in the mirror where it showed reddish marks on her neck, near her carotid artery and her clavicle specifically.
  • Oh my God.
  • This is undeniably a clear-cut evidence of the rape last night and she felt aghast by it. What had she done in her life to catch the attention of a demented, horrid creature of the dark?
  • Her hands shook as she realized the gravity of the situation. Whatever that man or that thing was, it was likely he will not be leaving her in just one night alone.