The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave

Bree Bellucci

“No.” Savannah whispered staring at her phone that she had just dropped into her pasta. “He wouldn’t.” Elijah wouldn’t do that to her. She had just signed herself over to him and he had signed himself over to her. Although now that she thought about it she wasn't positive about the

latter. Was he bound to be faithful to her?

“No, Elijah,” she pleaded quietly as she picked up her phone and wiped the sauce from it.

She slowly opened the phone and read the text again hoping that the message had changed.

— You are nobody. You are nothing but a cunt for Elijah to put his dick into. He doesn’t want to be with sluts who so easily spread their legs for him. Did he tell you he’s at work just now?

He’s with me tonight and I’m getting ready to wrap my lips around his beautiful cock. Enjoy your dinner, whore.- Savannah didn’t want to over-react, but she felt her breath quickening and her heart start to pound with fear. She had fallen too hard for Elijah, too quickly. He couldn’t do this to her. With shaky fingers she punched out a text to him; she was too afraid to call.

— Where are you?? Please call me.-

She swallowed and looked around the table; her appetite had vanished. She pushed back from her seat and the chair scraped loudly across the floor. She paced the large living room, feeling trapped as she quickly moved from one end to the other. Her mind was filled with disgusting images of Elijah with another woman. She grabbed madly at her hair, trying to erase the thoughts.

It couldn’t be true. She kept checking her phone, willing it to buzz or ring but it was eerily quiet. Had Elijah put it down while some other woman was sucking him off? Did someone else have their lips wrapped around Elijah’s sweet head, sucking at his crown, pleasuring him until he exploded?

“No!” she yelled loudly, and she clapped her hand over her mouth, embarrassed by her outburst. Savannah felt like a caged animal just sitting in the apartment. Instead of doing nothing she decided to work off her anger and fear. She had no idea where Elijah had been called away for work so she couldn’t go check up on him. This was probably for the best, only God could only imagine a crazy paranoid little girl running into an operating room just to satisfy her jealous suspicions.

She had a sick vision of Elijah holed up in the on-call room getting a blowjob like he was in some bad episode of Grey’s Anatomy. She went into her room, and tore open her drawer of workout clothes and threw on a shirt and yoga pants. She quickly laced up her sneakers and raced out of the apartment.

Clutching her phone tightly, she burst outside into the warm evening and began to walk south, barely taking in her surroundings. She made her way up town towards Union Square. With each pounding foot against the pavement, she felt a deep ache in the pit of her stomach. Would Elijah really use her like this? Was he some type of womanizing man-whore? She certainly could tell he was very experienced in the sack but she didn’t get the impression that he was a player. He seemed way too busy to be juggling multiple women.

Her frustration was growing by the second, Savannah cut through Union Square, vaguely aware of the band that was playing. What the hell did she know anyway? She was twenty-three years old and had only been in one real relationship. She was not an expert by any means, and she was already in way over her head with Elijah. Tears of hurt and anger leaked down her cheeks and she brushed them away quickly, embarrassed that she was crying in public. She was already

attracting a few staring onlookers and she tried not to think about it.

As she hurried towards the Meatpacking District she suddenly felt her phone buzzing. It was Elijah calling her. Excitement and anxiety flushed through her veins, she tried to steady her voice and compose herself. She moved off the sidewalk and into an alcove to get out of the way, she took a deep breath before accepting the call.

“Hello?” Her voice sounded raspy and shaky.

“Savannah? Are you okay?” Elijah’s voice was warm and filled with concern. Just the sound of his familiar voice made Savannah want to fall to the ground and weep.

“No, I am not okay,” she snapped in a somewhat steady voice. “Where the hell are you?”

“I told you. I had to work. I’m at the hospital. What is this about? Did you like the dinner?”

Savannah took a deep breath, trying to focus. “The dinner was lovely. Elijah. What I didn’t appreciate was the anonymous text that came through just as I was about to start eating.

Whomever it was said that I was nothing but a cunt for you to use and they were getting ready to suck you off.”

Savannah heard the rush of air leave Elijah before he spoke. “What?” he practically growled.

“Yes. I got it immediately after your text. The person referenced that you had just texted me and that you weren’t really at work but with her.” She sniffed, unable to hide the fact that she was crying. She hated sounding weak in front of Elijah.

“Savannah, I promise you that I am at work,” he said sincerely, his voice filled with the passion that Savannah had come to know. “When I sent you that text I was at the nurse’s station reading over charts before I entered a patient’s room. I promise you that there is no one else. You

are the only woman who is sucking me off.”

Savannah heard some shuffling and then Elijah spoke again.

“I am so hard for you, Savannah,” his voice was soft and sensual, it reminded Savannah of the hot sex that she now desperately craved from him. “I’ve been thinking about you and your body non-stop. Imagining how you milked my cock this afternoon, making me come so hard in your mouth. It’s only you, Savannah. I want to take you back to my cottage and fuck you again and again until my cock is imprinted on your pussy.”

Savannah sank to the ground, filled with relief. There was no one else.

“But then who was it Elijah? Who had my number? Who was messing with me? How did they know you just texted me?”

“I have an idea,” he said darkly, “and I’m going to take care of it as soon as I hang up. I don’t want you to worry about this for one more minute, do you understand?”

Savannah had a million other questions but Elijah’s voice demanded obedience.

“Savannah, promise me that you will let this go.”

“I’ll try,” she said honestly. Suddenly a fire truck raced by, it’s sirens blaring loudly.

“Where are you?” Elijah’s voice was now harsh. Savannah suddenly was afraid to tell him where she was.

“I’m in the Meatpacking District. I needed to get out of the house.”

“The Meatpacking District? For god’s sake, get home and try to stay out of trouble!” He reprimanded. “Did you even enjoy any of the meal?”

“Not really.” Savannah suddenly felt very foolish.

“Savannah O’Hara, get your sweet little ass home and stay inside. I don’t want you out trolling the streets alone. And go eat something. You’re going to need all the energy you can get, once I come for you later.”

Elijah's orders were evoking a range of emotions in her. At first she felt annoyed and resentful over the fact that Elijah was ordering her around; she could do whatever she damned well pleased and go anywhere she liked. However she did feel guilty for not enjoying Elijah’s dinner earlier, it was such a nice gesture.

She also felt hot, unbridled lust for the dirty things Elijah was planning on doing to her. The thought of seeing Elijah later tonight lifted her spirits immensely, and she felt like in that moment she would do anything Elijah asked of her from now on.

“Okay. I’m going to go home and shower and then enjoy the delicious meal you sent over.

I’m still upset that someone would harass me like that, but I guess I’m going to have to trust you to handle it.” She was already making her way down Hudson Street to get back to her apartment.

“Baby, you’ll soon learn that I handle everything.” Elijah’s tone was confident and authoritative and it sent shivers down her spine. She knew that Elijah was the type of person that you didn’t want to cross.

Before hanging up, Elijah said he would call when he was leaving the hospital, and his car would come for Savannah before taking them both out to Greenwich. Savannah decided that it would be wise to pack a bag for the things that she would need the next day. She felt guilty that she wouldn’t be around when Sage got in. She wanted to give Sage the full scoop on Elijah, but it would have to wait and surely Sage would understand.

Savannah entered her apartment and made a beeline for the shower, stripping off her sweaty workout clothes and tossing them along the hallway. Once she was fresh and showered, she pulled on some comfy sweats before moving back to her untouched dinner.

She had to warm most of the food in the microwave, but everything was still delicious and she ate nearly three plates of pasta. After she had had her fill, she cleared everything away, placing the large amounts of leftovers in plastic containers so Sage could enjoy more later. The

clean up was mind-numbing work which, after today's exiting events, is exactly what Savannah needed. She let her mind wander as she mechanically scraped food, sealed containers and cleaned dishes. She was still feeling restless and once she had the kitchen practically sparkling, she moved into the living room.

Something about being involved with Elijah made her anxious. She couldn’t just flop down on the couch and watch TV or pick up a book, her mind wandered too much. She had the sudden urge to touch herself every time she thought of Elijah, but she knew he would take care of her tonight and she didn’t want to ruin the buildup.

"We'll save that for later," she said to herself out loud.

Instead, she walked over to the small staircase that led upstairs to the roof. Sage and Savannah lived in a "top unit" and incidentally had access to the roof, which for them was the icing on the cake for such a beautiful living space.

Savannah walked out onto the roof and sighed as she sank down into one of the comfy chairs. She stared around at the buzzing city, something about the constant chaos was calming to her. She found it funny that the hustle and bustle of New York City was able to calm the storm inside her. Perhaps it was simply witnessing something so much greater than herself that reeled her bank into reality.

She trusted Elijah, yet something still didn’t feel right about that text. What made Elijah have an idea of who could be harassing her? Savannah sat there on the roof, thinking about everything, until the sun had gone down and the twinkling city lights had appeared. Savannah retired back inside and she started to put together an overnight bag to take to Elijah’s. Just as she was throwing in her last pair of shoes, another text came through.

— On my way. Be there in 10. No panties.- Savannah smiled coyly at his request and quickly changed her clothes. She put on a bra and a short and simply cut teal dress. It was flattering and sexy with an alluring view of her cleavage but it was long enough to still be classy. She felt herself begin to moisten between the legs as she imagined what Elijah had in store for her this evening. She scrawled a quick apology note to Sage and told her to help herself to the leftovers. Then she grabbed her bag and went to wait on the steps outside the building.

Minutes later, a dark sedan pulled up and Savannah couldn’t help but feel like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex In The City. Savannah’s own Mr. Big stepped out and she was instantly filled with unbridled lust at the sight of his sexy body. He was dressed in his work clothes from earlier, but his hair was slightly disheveled. Elijah grinned a sexy, lopsided boyish grin at her and Savannah ran right into his arms, squeezing his torso tightly.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he breathed into her hair, deeply inhaling her freshly-showered scent.

“Missed you more.”

“I hardly doubt that. Get in the car before I fuck you right here in front of all your neighbors.”

Excited at the prospect, Savannah clambered into the sedan as Elijah followed suit.

“You look good enough to eat,” he appraised, instantly running his hands up and down her thigh. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about it.”

“I’ve been thinking about you too.”

Elijah grabbed her face tightly and looked into her eyes. “I am so sorry about earlier. I saw the text you received, and I’m disgusted. I took care of it.”

Savannah searched Elijah’s beautiful blue eyes for any sign of dishonesty, but she saw none.

“Please, Elijah. I need more info. What was that about?”

He sighed deeply and pushed his hand under Savannah’s skirt.

“Don’t try to distract me.” She moaned.

“But distracting you feels so good.”

“Answer my question.”

“It was another doctor — a woman who has been coming on to me since I moved here; she’s been pursuing me for weeks.”

“But how did she have my number? How did she text me?”

Elijah pushed his hand further up Savannah’s dress and she felt his fingertips just reach her pussy. Elijah smiled and gently rubbed against her bare skin.

“I made the mistake of telling her that I had sent over a lovely dinner to a beautiful woman I was interested in. We were getting ready to go into surgery and she was standing next to me as I texted you. I then stupidly left my phone on the counter as I moved a few feet over to read a chart. She quickly looked at the text I sent you, and then copied the number. She texted you righ afterwards and then we moved into surgery. I had no idea.”

“And this woman….who is she?”

“Jesus, Savannah, does it matter?” Elijah pulled his hand out from her dress. “I told you it’s taken care of. Do you trust me?” His eyes were hard and he looked genuinely frustrated.

Savannah could tell that he had shut down now, his normally warm and caring eyes were now guarded.

“Yes, of course I trust you, Elijah. I just don’t like being harassed.”

Elijah pulled her tightly to him as they made their way out of the bustling city. “I’m sorry

baby, I didn’t mean it like that. Let me make it up to you.”

Savannah moaned softly as his hand pushed confidently up her dress, moving directly to her aching sex.

“Yes, Elijah,” she moaned, spreading her legs so he could reach her more easily. Elijah’s fingers roamed over her labia and stopped at her soaking hole, delaying his entry to tease her more.

“Mmm, please Elijah. Touch me.”

Smiling wickedly, Elijah opened her delicately, pushing his expert fingers into her soft, wet folds.

“Oh, Savannah. You’re so ready for me. I can tell you’ve been thinking about me, baby.”

“I can’t help it.”

Elijah rubbed her clit gently in small circles, and Savannah felt it swell under his touch. She pushed her hips out towards him, greedily wanting more as his fingers glided over her folds and caressed her throbbing clit.

“You are so horny,” he murmured. “You turn me on so much. Your desire for me is so damn arousing. I could make a full time job out of fucking you.”

“Even that wouldn’t be enough,” Savannah gasped and Elijah groaned at her words as he shoved two fingers inside her slick, tight opening.

“Ohhhh, Elijah. Yes, that feels so good.”

“I know how much you like this,” he whispered roughly, as he pushed his fingers in and out

of her, increasing his speed as the car sped on through the city streets. Savannah leaned back into the seat, pressing her palms flat into the soft leather seat.

“You were wise to not wear any panties.”

Savannah whimpered as Elijah moved his other hand between her legs. One hand caressed her and rubbed her clit as the other hand pushed in and out of her. Savannah was overcome with her need and she clawed at the seat as she pushed her hips up into Elijah’s hands.

“Look at you. You can’t control yourself,” Elijah said seductively. “I love watching you fall apart under my touch, Savannah. It turns me on so much. You are such a beautiful, sexy woman.”

Elijah’s hands were relentless, pushing Savannah so close to the edge, rubbing her tight sensitive flesh, and pulling back just before she could explode. Over and over again Elijah brought her to the brink of orgasm, before letting up and denying her the climax she now desperately needed.

“Elijah. Please. I can’t take it. Let me come!” she cried out.

Elijah chuckled darkly. “I need you to follow a few instructions first.”

“Anything! Anything, Elijah! Tell me. Please!”

“Rub your breasts through your dress.”

It turned her on that Elijah wanted her to touch herself, Savannah moved her small hands to her breasts, groping them through the material, as she made soft moaning voices.

“Are your nipples getting hard?”

“Yes! I can feel them so hard and tight against my bra!”

“Good. Now I want you to get up on your knees and face the back of the car.”

Savannah clambered onto her knees and turned around to look out the rear window. The glass was darkly tinted, so she knew no one could see her. She saw bright white headlights and the skyline of Manhattan.

“Spread your legs,” Elijah ordered.

Savannah widened her knees, feeling her achy sex tremble and clench with its sinful need.

Her juices were now beginning to dribble down her inner thighs.

“Mmm,” Elijah murmured, moving behind her in the enclosed space. Savannah was immensely grateful that the cab divider was closed so that they had complete privacy from the driver. Elijah moved behind her, running his hands between her rear and letting them glide through her slick arousal.

“Oh Savannah. I might cum just from feeling this wetness between your legs. I need you baby, just as much as you need me.”

“Elijah. Fuck me already. Please. I’m begging you!” Savannah was almost delirious with her

intense need to be filled by Elijah. She needed him to dominate her, to give her pleasure and to reap pleasure from her body.

“Oh, baby. I’m going to make it count,” he breathed and Savannah heard him fumble with his pants. Seconds later, he was behind her and Savannah felt his thick cock pressing against the back of her thigh. Elijah pulled her hips closer to him and he pressed down on her back so that she was slightly bent over. She could see the skyline of the city out of the back window and the view aroused Savannah even more. She knew that as soon as he entered her it would only be minutes before she was exploding around his thick cock.

Without warning Elijah pushed inside of her, completely filling her in one fluid movement.

Savannah yelled out in shock at the sudden painful invasion. After her body adjusted she began to relish in the sensations she so desperately desired. Elijah wrapped his hand around Savannah’s hair and tugged her head back forcefully.

“Remember that I’m in control,” Elijah whispered roughly and Savannah moaned her assent.

Elijah pushed in and out of her with slow shallow thrusts. He knew Savannah would cum if he fucked her hard and deep and he wasn't ready for her to finish yet. Savannah wanted nothing more than for Elijah to ram into her, to crush his cock against her cervix, to completely devastate her pussy. She was still grateful for his soft thrusts, and deep down she was loving how he took his time with her, prolonging her pleasure and delaying her orgasm more and more.

Elijah lightly squeezed Savannah’s lips together and moved his head to her ear.

“Do you have any idea how good your cunt feels? I can’t believe you’re not a virgin with this tight little slit. You haven’t been with many men, have you?”

Savannah shook her head, unable to speak.

“Good. I want mine to be the only cock you ever remember.”

Savannah knew that Elijah was already the only man that mattered to her when it came to sex. She had never known such pleasure from any of her other meager lovers, and she certainly never had the emotional connection that she and Elijah shared.

“I’m not going to be able to take my time any more, baby.”

And with that thought Elijah pushed into her deeply, hitting her womb. Savannah cried out and flattened herself against the back of the seat. Elijah righted her and began driving his rock- hard shaft into her, his cock throbbing with its power, possessing Savannah and staking his claim.

Savannah felt his ample member rubbing against her spongy spot filled with nerve endings.

The angle was such that he was massaging her g-spot with every thrust pushing her further into blissful oblivion. She felt like she was going to pee all over the leather seats, the feeling was so intense that she completely lost control of her words. She mumbled something incoherently, frantically trying to tell Elijah to stop, but unable to formulate the words.

He kept pounding away at her pussy, slamming against her g-spot and smacking her clit with his balls with every thrust. Savannah lost all motor control, the peeing sensation transformed into a feeling so all-encompassing that she thought she might black out. Her legs started to shake

violently and her core tightened up, her body felt like it was going to explode. She was getting scared, she was no longer in control of her body, she was entirely at the mercy of Elijah's cock.

She began to whimper and sob into the car seat He rammed into her one more time and on his third powerful thrust, Savannah let go completely.

She shook violently with her release, pushing against Elijah’s hips as he fucked her relentlessly. Savannah’s body trembled like she was having a seizure and her pussy clenched tightly around Elijah’s cock as each wave of pleasure trembled through her, pulling him inside her and milking his head with her quivering muscles. Her body was literally trying to pull Elijah's

seed inside of it. The cells in her body wanted nothing more than to be fertilized by this beautiful and powerful male.

“Fuck!” Elijah rasped, panting as he drove into her with his powerful body, making her see white. Savannah felt how easily Elijah slid in and out of her and she knew that she had come hard, the squishing sound of his cock plunging in and out of her pussy easily confirmed this. She felt Elijah swell within her and then he yelled out as he came, continuing to thrust his cock into her, spurting his hot liquid into her depths. Even after he had released every drop of cum, he still fucked Savannah, his cock still hungry for her. She marveled at the fact that he was still hard, that wasn't supposed to be possible.

Savannah gasped as she felt another orgasm building inside of her. She cried out roughly, not expecting the second rush of pleasure, not sure if she could handle it. His steady thrusts brought her to climax again, her vaginal muscles clenching around Elijah’s cock, forcing the last drops of cum out of him. Elijah groaned loudly at the sight of Savannah writhing in pleasure on the leather seats. Her thighs slick and soaking wet with her juices, her pussy still quaking and yearning for more of his seed. Once Savannah was finished, Elijah pulled out of her and then pulled her onto his lap. Savannah collapsed into a satiated heap and she allowed Elijah to cradle

her like a small child.

“You are so amazing. I can’t believe I came so fast. What am I going to do with you, Savannah?”

Savannah clung to Elijah for the rest of the ride, letting him stroke her hair and rub her back.

When they arrived at Elijah’s house he led Savannah inside with a curious smile playing on his lips.

“I know you already ate, but you are going to need your energy. So I had a small snack prepared for us.”

As they walked into Elijah’s sleek kitchen Savannah saw a small set up of food on the breakfast nook. Baked chips and guacamole, grilled shrimp, apples and Brie and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

“You must want to make me fat,” Savannah admonished as she scooted into the table next to Elijah.

“Baby, you have no idea how many calories you burn with me. I just want to keep you fit so

that you can keep up with me.”

Savannah grinned as she grabbed a skewer of shrimp. The food was amazing and she and Elijah ate slowly, savoring the food and each other. Elijah leaned over to feed Savannah an apple slice with Brie and Savannah mockingly fed Elijah chips with guacamole.

“Even feeding you is erotic,” Elijah breathed as he licked guacamole off her fingers.

“Mmm,” she agreed. “I can’t wait for dessert.”

Elijah groaned as his hand roamed up Savannah’s bare thighs. “I can’t wait to bed you with my gigantic demon cock,” he whispered, rubbing small circles on Savannah’s thigh.

“I can’t wait either. I want to be sore again tomorrow.”

“Oh fuck, Savannah! You’re insatiable!”

Savannah licked the last bits of a chocolate chip cookie from her fingers, looking at Elijah coyly through her thick lashes.

“That’s enough!” he said sharply, “I can’t wait any longer!” He yanked Savannah up by her arm and Savannah didn’t protest as his fingers dug into her flesh. She let Elijah drag her outside and across the lawn. Everything looked as it had last night, but Savannah felt the magic in the air as they approached the area near the portal. Elijah’s body seemed to hum, and Savannah knew he would transform into his larger beast form once they crossed the threshold.

“Ready?” he asked darkly. Savannah nodded. Elijah guided Savannah towards the entry and then followed her. Savannah walked through the vibrating portal, as the edges seemed to blur and vibrate around her. A loud crackling noise filled the air as she stepped into the gateway. Just as she expected, Elijah’s body began to grow and bulk up until he was towering over her, his biceps thick and veiny, his chest solid, his stomach cut, and his eyes glowing in a bright aura of blue.

“You look delicious,” he groaned in his new, deep voice.

“And you look hot as hell,” Savannah said, moving towards his nearly naked body. She could see the outline of his thick member that lay beneath his tight shorts. His outfit left little to the imagination.

“Follow me.”

Savannah’s body reacted instantly and she noticed the pull in her belly, her connection to Elijah seemed stronger. She loved being dominated by him in the human world, but in this world, she literally couldn’t resist. Her feet began to move and she followed Elijah the short distance to the cottage. Much to Savannah’s dismay she saw the sexy brunette twins waiting for them at the cottage entrance this time.

“Ave. Amelie. What is it?”

“We need to speak to you regarding the incident,” said one of the twins. Their long hair ran down their backs and they were each wearing dark green dresses that reminded Savannah of some type of sexy jungle-wear. She couldn’t imagine why anyone would put these women in charge of protecting Elijah and his home.

“Savannah, please go inside. Chita will make you comfortable.”

Savannah rolled her eyes. She doubted Chita would make her comfortable, but she listened and did as she was told. The inside of Elijah's home was warm and inviting, just as she had remembered it from the night before. Chita was nowhere to be found, so she moved quietly up the steps toward the master bedroom. There was no point in sitting downstairs when Elijah was inevitably going to take her upstairs and turn her to jelly anyway.

Savannah slithered out of her dress and unhooked her bra before tossing her clothing on a nearby chair. She crawled onto the enormous bed and tried to position herself in the sexiest way possible. She heard Elijah’s heavy feet on the stairs and she made sure that she looked perfect, fanning her dark hair out around her body. Seconds later Elijah entered the room and he stopped cold when he saw her.

“Savannah,” he said in a strangled voice.

“Take me,” she breathed, her body filling with warm desire.

Elijah choked out a sound and propelled himself onto the bed. He crawled on top of Savannah, pressing his chest firmly against her as he took one of her nipples between his thick lips. He sucked and pulled, causing her nipple to tighten and harden in his mouth. Savannah moaned as Elijah kneaded that breast and moved his mouth to her other breast. Savannah pressed herself into his hands, feeling his wide torso between her legs. Elijah ran his hand down her smooth stomach until he reached the soft, warm flesh between her legs. Teasing her, he ran his fingers over her sex, tickling her folds.

“More, more,” she begged. With his mouth pressed into her breasts, Elijah used his hand to open her up and began to rub the pad of his thumb against her swollen nub. Savannah moaned loudly, pushing her hips against Elijah, increasing the pressure against her clit. Slowly, Elijah pushed a finger inside of her trembling sex and he moaned as he felt Savannah clench greedily around him, drawing him in deeper.

Elijah pushed his finger in and out of her slick opening, and Savannah felt his cock grow hard against her thigh as he continued to fuck her with his finger. Just as she was near climax, Elijah withdrew his fingers.

“Suck me!” he gasped, holding his thick weight between his hands. Eagerly, Savannah clambered out from under Elijah. He flopped onto his back and allowed Savannah to nestle herself between his large, muscular thighs. Savannah whimpered with desire at the sight of Elijah’s thick cock. His head was thick and swollen and she could make out the large veins along his underside. She moved towards him, running her tongue the length of the thick veins, making Elijah curse out loud as he twitched beneath her.

Feeling powerful with his sensitive organ in her mouth, Savannah grasped him firmly in her fist and pumped him from his root to tip as she milked his head, sucking tightly on it until she felt a small spurt of hot liquid in her mouth. Drinking up his pre-cum, Savannah looked up at Elijah and licked her lips, practically purring.

“Fuck!” he cursed again, so aroused that he had to look away. Savannah pushed further down his length, feeling as Elijah invaded her mouth with each movement down his cock. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking as she went, letting her tongue flick against his sensitive skin.

“Jesus, Savannah!” Elijah’s hands fisted in her hair and she let Elijah restrain her as he threw his powerful hips upwards and began to fuck her mouth. Savannah moaned again and again as Elijah rammed his cock into her mouth. She could tell from Elijah’s groans that he was loving it, too.

“I own this mouth,” he gasped as he continued to thrust into her throat. “This is my fucking mouth. You are mine, Savanna. I’m the only cock that gets to be in your mouth. The only cock that even comes near your body. Your mouth is mine. Your ass is mine. Your pussy is mine.”

Savannah felt Elijah swell and lengthen in her mouth and she readied herself for his hot sticky stream. Moments later Elijah released a guttural cry as he spurted hot, creamy liquid into her mouth. Savannah nearly choked as Elijah came in her mouth and shot forceful spurts of semen into the back of her throat. She swallowed again and again, sucking on his tip and pushing her tongue into his sensitive hole as he emptied himself into her. Finally, Elijah was still and Savannah moved out from between his legs, daintily wiping at the corners of her mouth. She was still pent up from not having her own release.

Elijah grabbed her and pulled her roughly to his chest. “How do you do this to me? You are so fucking sexy,” he panted, his breathing still uneven from his powerful orgasm. “I’m going to try something with you and I don’t want you to be afraid.”

Savannah nodded although she was clearly worried, knowing that she wouldn’t have a choice in the matter. Elijah forced himself to sit up and he jumped down off the bed, beckoning Savannah to follow. She obeyed, following Elijah across the room to a corner where something large sat under a thick white sheet. Elijah’s eyes glowed with arousal as he lifted the sheet, revealing a large metal cage. Savannah eyed him warily.

“I want you inside this cage. I promise I won’t hurt you. The idea of seeing you in here makes me so hard. I’m going to pleasure you inside here.”

Dubiously, Savannah watched as Elijah opened the cage door. “Inside,” he whispered.

Knowing she had no choice, Savannah crouched down and crawled inside the cage. Elijah closed the door carefully behind her. He picked up his semi-soft cock and began stroking it with long, firm strokes.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby. I want to watch you touch yourself in there.”

Much to her surprise, Savannah was turned on and she found herself reveling in the feelings of debasement and humiliation. She was willing to do anything that made Elijah hard, she stood on her knees and grasped the top of the cage with one hand, her fingers encircling the thin metal bars. The stretch caused her breasts to lengthen and swell and she felt her nipples harden under Elijah’s watchful eyes. She reached her other hand down her body until she felt her sex, and she carefully spread herself open with her fingers.

“Like this?” she murmured as she began to rub her clit.

“Yes,” Elijah choked as his hand moved quickly up and down his cock. Savannah let her hand run over her body, feeling the wetness of her arousal. She spread the wetness over her lips and folds, until her entire sex was slick with the fluids. She rocked against the cage, grasping at her own breasts, moaning loudly as Elijah watched on with obvious arousal.

“Beg me to let you out,” he commanded softly.

“Please. Please, Elijah. Let me out,” she whimpered, holding onto the cage and pushing her heavy breasts against the cool metal.

“Keep begging. Call me Master.”

Savannah was so turned on now that she felt she would come right inside the cage. “Please, Master. Release me. Please let me out. I want to fuck you so badly. Please let me out.”

A strange sensation came over Savannah as she pleaded with Elijah and she felt herself slowly flatten against the back wall of the cage. It was as if she had lost the ability to physically control her body. She watched with a mixture of arousal and shock as each of her legs spread open, revealing the bright pink skin of her pussy. Even though she was alone in the cage, she suddenly felt as if there were five tongues licking at her pussy and she threw her head back against the cage as she cried out loudly with desire.

Elijah’s eyes were glowing brighter than ever and he seemed to be concentrating on something.

“Yes! Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice commanding and powerful.

“Yes! Oh my god, Elijah, what is that? Oh my god, it feels — so — amazing!” she gasped, writhing in the metal cage as sinful pleasure washed over her body from the phantom tongues.

“It’s my mind. I’m eating your sweet pussy in my mind, making you tremble with pleasure without even touching you.”

Savannah heard no more because she was crying out so viciously that the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own voice and the sound of her body thrashing against the metal cage. Just as she was about to come, Elijah wrenched open the cage, dragged out her nearly limp body and tossed her to the bed. Savannah moaned at his aggressiveness as Elijah climbed on top of her, and pressed his body against hers.

His cock was pressed against her leg and it was hot to the touch, she felt the warmth radiating down her thigh. Elijah grasped himself by the root and fed his cock into her tight

opening. Savannah moaned loudly as Elijah's monstrous girth pushed into her little human pussy.

She groaned louder and louder as each thick inch pressed into her. She felt herself ripping open again to accommodate Elijah’s beast cock. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders, drawing blood, it was her only retaliation as Elijah reminded her again that she was his property.

Once he was completely inside her, he began to move in and out with shallow thrusts, driving Savannah wild as her body stretched to welcome him. He shoved deeply inside her, she clenched her vaginal muscles, gripping his cock tightly and pulling him in closer.

“Fuck, Savannah your tight little cunt is milking me again… I want you to cum first.”

Savannah surrendered, desperate for Elijah to make her climax. Picking up speed, Elijah began ramming into her, he then cupped his large hands around her buttocks, angling her hips and increasing the depth of penetration. His cock was pressing directly along her pleasure spot now, each thrust in and out sent waves of pleasure through her body, intensifying her buildup and making her desperate for more.

“Please! Elijah! Right there! Don’t stop.”

Encouraged by her words, Elijah picked up his pace, his large body pressing her firmly into the bed as he fucked Savannah hard and fast. Release washed over Savannah like a tidal wave and she came again and again as pleasure quaked through her body. Elijah could feel her insides trembling and quivering against his member. She gasped and moaned as her hands grasped at Elijah’s solid body. Elijah, too, cried out, plunging into her as he came again, filling her pussy until he was thoroughly empty and completely exhausted.

They lay together in their post-coital state for some time, gently rubbing each other’s bare skin and murmuring soft words of how amazing the other person felt. After a while, Elijah rose.

“We should get dressed. As much as I love fucking you in this dimension, but we both have to work tomorrow.”

Savannah sat up and nearly screamed as she saw Liaya, Chita’s sister, standing in the doorway. Her hair was just as wildly curly as it had been the previous night, and her wide eyes greedily drank in Elijah’s tall and muscular frame. She was dressed in only a black bra and panties.

“Master,” she purred, walking into the room slowly, her body fluid like a cat. “Let me finish pleasing you as your human has not.” She bared her teeth at Savannah in a blatant act of aggression.

Elijah leaped towards her, a growl rising from deep in his chest. “She is not like other humans!” he roared. “She has signed the contract! She is the only lover I have now!”

Liaya reeled back as if she had been slapped, her beautiful face twisted with anger and embarrassment. “Do you deny what we had? Have you even told this human about what we shared? The passionate encounters we had that lasted for days!” Her eyes grew wild as she raged on. “You fucked me for hours and days on end! Your cock in my mouth, my soft pussy and my tight ass. You ripped me open, pouring yourself into me until I was so filled with you that I didn’t know who I was any more!”

Savannah shrank back onto the bed, feeling sick. First the woman at work and now Liaya.

Did Elijah attract all the nut jobs from the magical realm as well as the human realm?

“Out.” Elijah’s voice was so low, and so soft that Savannah thought she imagined it. But Liaya’s face crumbled and she turned on her heel and fled the room.

“I’m so sorry, Savannah,” Elijah said, dropping to the floor beside her. That was unnecessary for you to witness and certainly not information that you needed to know.”

Tears stung her eyes, but she shook her head bravely as if it hadn’t been a big deal. She fumbled with her bra before yanking her dress over her head, she felt better once she wasn’t so exposed.

“As you have probably guessed I have been with other women in the past. No one as special as you though. Liaya first served me as a type of sex slave, finishing my pleasure when other women couldn’t. No one has ever satisfied me like you though, Savannah. Liaya and I had a brief relationship but she is too feral, too wild and I craved more substance. Yes, we had a marathon sex session, but after it was over, I felt nothing but exhaustion.

Unfortunately, as you just witnessed, Liaya clearly felt more.” Elijah sighed as he raked his hand through his hair; a gesture that Savannah was now learning that meant that he was frustrated. “Please, Savannah. Don’t let this ruin what we have. She is jealous of you. Jealous of what we have and angry that I no longer show any interest in her. I’ve tried to keep her on as one of my servants like her brother Chita, but it’s not working out well. I’m afraid I may need to release her.”

Savannah suddenly threw herself against Elijah, hugging him tightly. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” And Savannah meant it. Of course men like Elijah had a past. He was a good looking and a famous doctor who also happened to exist in a parallel universe where he happened to be a demon sex god. As long as Savannah was with him now, and he wanted no one else, she would be fine.

They left the house and found the portal without any complications. As they both stepped through the portal, Savannah felt the magnetic pull to Elijah lessen slightly. She still felt it in the human world, but not as strongly as she did in Elijah’s world.

“So, what was that bit of sex magic you pulled tonight?” she teased as they trudged towards Elijah’s house, hand in hand.

Elijah raised his eyebrows at her. “Haven’t you figured out by now that I can do magic? Of course, it’s stronger and more powerful in my own world, but I do have a few skills here.”

Savannah’s mind recalled how Elijah had turned the lights off in the studio without ever going near them, and how he had managed to clear out the tents at her parents’ party. She should have realized by now.

“Do you have a problem with it?” Elijah asked.

Savannah vehemently shook her head. “Not after what you did to me tonight,” she said throatily as she remembered how he had locked her in the cage and performed mind-blowing phantom oral sex on her.

The rest of the night passed much like the night before. They retired to Elijah’s human bedroom, slept, and then readied for work the following morning. Another outfit awaited Savannah, this time a pair of tailored black pants, expensive ballet flats and a low-key cream blouse.

When they arrived at work, they parted ways and Savannah hardly saw Elijah again for the rest of the day. She was busy making phone calls to vendors, radio stations and other random people as they prepared to start shooting the first episodes in the coming week. They were prepping for a grueling schedule of shooting in the morning and airing in the afternoon.

They would actually be shooting seven shows the following week to help get them slightly ahead of schedule. The goal was to eventually shoot seven shows in four days, or six shows in three days, allowing Elijah an extra day or two every week so that he could be at the hospital actually practicing medicine.

They managed to cross paths for a few minutes during the middle of the day and Elijah pulled her aside to break some bad news to her.

"Hey baby I got called in to assist with some surgeries this evening and I won't be able to see you tonight, I'm really sorry," he said quietly.

Saddened as she was by this news, Savannah couldn’t help but feel relieved that she would have a night to herself. Not to mention some time to heal, she was still so sore, she couldn’t imagine another romp with Elijah so soon. She could realistically use a few days rest, but that certainly wasn't going to happen, not if she had anything to do with it.

"That's okay, I could probably use a night off," she winked. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Have a great night at work and good luck with the surgeries!"

Savannah stopped to pick up some sushi on her way home from work. Sage was home and she squealed with delight when Savannah pulled out the maki rolls.

“Deets on Dr. Preston. Now.” Sage said before popping a yellowtail roll into her mouth. She looked at Savannah expectantly as she chewed.

Savannah decided to leave out the supernatural details, Sage would probably have her committed if she told her any of it. She did go into a detailed version of how she met Elijah at her parents’ party and then coincidentally met him again at her new job.

“It’s fate,” Sage sighed, "especially if Elijah honestly had nothing to do with you nabbing that job. You two are meant to be and you’ll get married and live in a big house and have lots of gorgeous babies.”

“Says the romance skeptic,” Savannah said dryly, dipping her tuna roll into soy sauce.

“I don’t believe in it for me, but definitely for you. Pretty girls like you who have brains and come from places like Greenwich, always find their happy endings,” she said with a hint of back- handedness.

Savannah shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Sage came from a sketchy background, when she was little she had to jump from one random relative’s house to another while her mom was in and out of jail. The poor girl didn’t even know who her dad was.

She went to school in Baltimore, and somehow she pulled herself together and got good grades in high school. Her excellent grades and undeniable theatre talents scored her a full ride on a theatre scholarship. Part of the reason that Savannah loved Sage so much was because she wasn’t stuffy or uptight like so many of the girls she grew up with. But there was always that constant reminder that she was more well off than Sage.

“Happy endings are coming for you too,” Savannah said, smiling broadly. Sage nodded but added nothing more on the topic and they spent the rest of their early dinner talking about Savannah’s new job.

After Sage left for the theatre, Savannah did some laundry and other boring things around the apartment. Elijah called to check in around 10:00 p.m. and Savannah’s entire body swooned just from hearing his warm, rich voice over the phone. She missed him like crazy and after they hung up she didn’t know what to do with herself. She finally opted to go to bed, hoping that morning would come quickly so she could see Elijah.

Savannah awoke the next morning to get ready for work, she remembered Kaci telling her to dress comfortably today because she would be doing a lot of physical tasks. She couldn’t help the nagging urge to dress nicely, she wanted to impress Elijah all the time, and she chastised herself

for being so obsessed. She opted for dark green cargo shorts, a loose fitting white tank top and a pair of thin white sneakers. Satisfied that she looked both practical and a little sexy, she pulled her hair back and set off to work.

Savannah came out of the subway station and made her way toward the studio. She noticed a striking woman standing a few feet away, scrolling through her phone. A few men walking down the street also noticed the woman, and they stared appreciatively. The woman clearly came from money and she was coiffed and styled to perfection. She was dressed in a cream wrap dress that hit just above her knees with a light and airy matching cardigan. She had on nude round toe pumps that accentuated her long, tan legs. Her hair was dark and thick and hung in a glossy sheet down her shoulders. She looked up at Savannah and Savannah saw that her face was just as perfect as the rest of her; she had large green eyes and distinct features.

The woman studied Savannah, glanced down at her phone and then back at Savannah as a look of recognition seemed to cross her face. Confused by the woman's odd behavior, Savannah stared back as she approached the studio.

“Savannah?” the woman asked. Her voice was smooth and sophisticated.

“Yes, can I help you?” she asked.

Suddenly the woman’s beautiful face twisted and hardened as her eyes iced over. “Stay the fuck away from Elijah,” she hissed.

Taken aback by the ugly outburst, Savannah blinked, dumbfounded. “Excuse me?” she stuttered.

“You heard me. I told you to keep your paws off Elijah. I’m sure he’s only using you to fuck you. Just a tight little cunt for him to play with. He’ll throw you away soon enough, so let me save you some pain.”

“It was you,” Savannah breathed, realizing that this must have been the woman who had texted her that scathing message.

The woman rolled her eyes. “What is this high school? Do you want an A plus for figuring that out? Elijah wants a real woman like me. Someone sophisticated and cultured. Someone who’s been around the block and knows how to please a man. This isn’t grade school, little girl.

Elijah is way out of your league. You babies need to leave real men like him to women like me.”

Savannah fought down the bile that rose in her throat. “Excuse me, but I don’t know who you think you’re talking to,” she spat. “You’re the piece of trash here — sending disgusting texts to someone’s girlfriend! And not that it’s any of your business, but I’ve been with Elijah nearly every night this week and I seem to be pleasing him just fine. At least that’s what he’s cried out every time he — how did you phrase it? — plays with my cunt?” Savannah was shocked at the rage that rose up in her, causing her to lash out.

The woman’s eyes flashed angrily and Savannah felt satisfied at the look of surprise on her beautiful face as she learned how much time Elijah was actually spending with Savannah.

“Elijah wants me,” she hissed.

Savannah laughed loudly. “You keep telling yourself that. You let me know how that works out for you.” She turned on heel to walk into the building.

“You’re a whore!” the woman called out at Savannah’s back.

“Charlotte!” Elijah’s voice called out, horrorstruck. Savannah whirled around to see Elijah striding towards the woman, Charlotte was a fitting name for this rich bitch, his voice cold and furious. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled.

Charlotte shrank back, clearly not aware of her audience. She forced her face to lighten and she smiled widely at Elijah, rolling her eyes as if everything had been a big misunderstanding.

“Elijah!” she exclaimed, her voice smooth like butter. “Savannah and I were just having a little chat. I happened to bump into her.”

“Like hell you did!” Savannah snapped, as Elijah wrapped his arm protectively around her.

“I told you at the hospital that I wasn’t interested and to stay out of my personal life.”

Savannah could practically feel the anger radiating off his body.

“But Elijah! We had something! You can't deny it. I know you felt it too!”

Elijah seemed embarrassed and Savannah felt sick as her stomach dropped.

“It was nothing!” he hissed, tightening his arm around Savannah’s waist. “I had a few too many drinks.”

Charlotte moved towards Elijah and he put his hand up to stop her.

“It was more,” she purred, “I know how much you liked it.”

“Jesus, Charlotte,” he said, raking his hand through his hair. “I was horny and lonely and you happened to be in the right place at the right time. It was just a fuck. It meant nothing to me.”

Charlotte staggered back as if she had received a blow. “No,” she whispered.

“Yes.”

“So instead you choose some little slut like this? Fresh out of college and fucking all the frat boys? Is her pussy nice and tight, Elijah? Is that what you like? Bet she has all the time in the world to suck your dick. You like getting blow jobs from little whores like her?”

Elijah laughed a cold, cruel laugh. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, Charlotte and I suggest you apologize before going back to work.”

Savannah pulled away from Elijah. “No, Elijah, it’s fine. I don’t need trash like her to apologize to me. But I am going to be late.”

“Do you have any idea of who Savannah is? Who you’re insulting?”

Savannah realized what Elijah was doing. “No, please, Elijah. It doesn’t matter. Let’s go to work.”

Charlotte looked back at Savannah somewhat nervously now.

“This is Savannah O’Hara. Patrick O’Hara’s daughter,” he informed her.

All the blood drained from Charlotte’s face and Savannah couldn’t help the small bit of satisfaction she felt. She never threw around her parents’ names, but seeing Elijah do it was a turn on, it made her proud of her family.

“That’s right. So insult her again. Call her a whore again, Charlotte. She has more class than you will ever have. She’s too kind to ever use her family ties, but don’t think I’m not. I was just at the O’Hara’s last weekend having a friendly chat with Patrick.”

“Elijah,” Charlotte whispered, her eyes wide.

“Get out of my sight!”

Charlotte’s eyes filled with tears and she disappeared down the street.

“I am so sorry,” Elijah said.

“Please, let it go. I wish you hadn’t used my family name like that.”

Elijah looked guilty. “I’m sorry but she was treating you like trash. I wanted her to know you were anything but.”

Savannah stood on tiptoe and brought her mouth to Elijah’s. “I’ll forgive you if you make me scream your name later,” she murmured, feeling her belly knot with desire.

Elijah tightened his hands on her hips, willing Savannah to feel his power. His body thrummed with supernatural energy and his eyes seemed to glow slightly. “I’m going to make you scream it again and again and again,” he said seductively, causing Savannah’s sex to tingle with yearning.

They broke apart to walk into work but Elijah kissed her quickly before they headed their separate ways. Savannah spent the day with Kiki again, moving boxes, props and audience gifts to different rooms in preparation for the following week. She knew that the next day would be a complete blur as they prepared for shooting on Monday.

Lunch blew by without Savannah even resting eyes on Elijah, and she spent the afternoon sprucing up the lobby as they readied for audience members. While Savannah was dragging a trashcan to a far corner, she heard a deep and familiar voice.

“Miss O’Hara?”

Savannah smiled seductively as she turned around, wiping sweat from her brow. “Yes, Dr. Preston, how may I serve you?” she asked sweetly, her voice dripping with innuendo.

“My office,” he husked before disappearing down the hall. No one else was around, so Savannah straightened her shirt as she hurried after him. She entered the office and saw Elijah with his back to her, gazing at some medical diagram on his wall.

“Close the door.”

Savannah shut the door as her body prickled with sexual desire.

“While I don’t hold the same claim over you in the human world, I still want to possess you and make you mine,” he said in a low voice.

Savannah’s knees nearly buckled at his words.

“Can I do so?” he asked, turning around to face her, his face filled with longing and passion.

“Yes,” she moaned as she felt her breasts become heavy with need.

“Over here!” he ordered and Savannah scurried around to his side of the desk. Elijah reached around the front of her, undoing her shorts before letting them fall to the floor. In one powerful yank, he shredded her underwear.

“Bend over.”

Savannah obeyed, supporting herself with her hands flat on the desk, panting with her building lust.

“We don’t have much time,” he breathed, and Savannah heard the arousing sound of his pants being unzipped. Before she could even think, Elijah pushed inside her, filling her tightly.

“Ohhh,” she groaned as her body collapsed against the desk. Pushing up behind her, Elijah grabbed onto her slender hips, slowly sliding his cock in and out of her. He wasn’t as big or thick as he was in his demon form, but he still felt amazing and Savannah moaned softly as he reached around to play with her swollen breasts.

“I like fucking you like this,” he murmured, his cock gliding in and out. “I like seeing you submitting to me.”

“I love being dominated by you,” Savannah gasped, reaching around to play with her clit.

Elijah pushed her hand away and moved his own hand over her swollen nub. Savannah nearly cried out at the orgasmic touch of Elijah’s magic fingers. He rubbed her in such a way that she knew he must be using magic. She saw stars as he continued to fuck her while teasing her engorged clit.

“Oh, Elijah, I’m going to cum if you keep up like this,” she whimpered.

“Not yet.”

He removed his hand from her front and held onto both her hips tightly as he began to drive into her. Savannah bit her lip to keep from screaming as Elijah slammed her body into the desk with each powerful thrust.

“Cum, Savannah!” His voice was dark and powerful and Savannah came as she never had before, shaking and quivering as her pleasure rocked her entire being. She trembled against the table as each deep thrust staked Elijah’s claim.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” she panted. At her words, Elijah came, groaning as his body shook violently. He poured himself into her; his cock pushed in as deep as it would go and Savannah felt the warmth from his semen inside her. Once he was empty, Elijah pulled out, quickly zipping his fly back up as he nuzzled Savannah’s back.

“Sorry to fuck and run, baby, but it’s a crazy day. I just wanted to remind you who owns your sweet cunt.”

Savannah smiled lazily, feeling satisfied and satiated. “It’s okay. You know you own all of me,” she said, reaching for a tissue to clean herself up. Since she no longer had any panties, and she didn’t want to leak all over her shorts.

“I might have to go to the hospital tonight,” he said ruefully, checking his phone. “They texted me to tell me to be on alert.”

Savannah pouted as she pulled her shorts up. “I’ll miss you then,” she complained, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

“I’ll miss you, too,” he said honestly, squeezing her so tight that she thought her heart might burst. Savannah left his office walking on air. Nothing lifted her spirits more than a good mid-day fuck at work.

True to his word, Elijah was sent to the hospital for the evening. Savannah spent another night alone pining for him, but at least they had their tryst earlier in the day. The night passed without incident and Savannah wondered if Charlotte was at work with Elijah right now. The sooner she forgot all about that, the better she would feel. Of course, Elijah would have one-night stands, and having one with someone at work made sense. She wasn’t going to dwell on it.

Friday morning dawned bright and clear and Savannah was beyond excited to see Elijah. In such a short amount of time, she already needed him in such a way that frightened her. Dressed in an orange pleated skirt and simple black blouse, she made her way to the TV studio. As she was rounding the corner, a black sedan pulled up alongside her and she smiled. Elijah knew how to arrive in style and she waited for the window to roll down. Instead the car came to a halt and Savannah stood nearby wondering if Elijah would walk the last few steps with her.

The following events happened so quickly that Savannah didn’t even have time to process them. The door flew open and Savannah saw a person dressed in black jump out. Wearing a ski mask, they threw a bag over Savannah’s head and pushed her into the waiting car. Savannah didn’t even have time to scream before the car was speeding down the block. Covered in darkness and restrained by strong hands, Savannah shouted in the car until she realized it was pointless.

She had better save her voice, she might need it later.

She felt the car speed along and she trembled with fear, feeling her hot breath against her face trapped by the bag covering her head. Her mind whirled with questions and she tried not to panic as she struggled to recall every detail. There were two people in the back, the one who had kidnapped her and the one who was sitting inside to grab her once she was pushed inside.

Sagging against the seat, she tried to determine if they were male or female; she couldn’t tell.

Fat tears rolled down her face. Was this related to Elijah? Her parents? Unfortunately, Savannah was connected to many important people and she was always aware that some people were only interested in her for her money. In just the short week that she had been involved with Elijah, she had already had issues with his ex-lovers, god only knew how many more there were out there.

The car moved on and she felt that she might vomit. Would she be beaten? Raped? Killed?

“Please,” she pleaded. “I haven’t seen your faces. Just let me out and I’ll forget all about this.”

There was no response as the car continued on. The further the car moved from where she was abducted, the more and more Savannah felt her hope waning. To her knowledge, no one had even seen her being kidnapped.

After maybe an hour or so, the car began to slow down and then finally come to a stop.

Savannah felt strong arms pull her out of the car and begin dragging her helpless body through grass. The grass tickled her feet and she could smell woods. She heard the car leave and she felt a deep knot of terror in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly the bag was ripped off her head and she looked at the two unrecognizable people in ski masks. She was outside, maybe in a yard, and the area looked somewhat familiar. Suddenly the air hummed with energy, and before Savannah could realize she was in Elijah’s back yard near the portal, she was yanked through the portal by a long slender white hand with blood red fingernails.

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The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave

Bree Bellucci