Chapter 3: Calling
*WARNING: Themes of non-con and sexual assault.
– One Week Later –
Eliza tossed and turned in bed until eventually pulling off her sheets. She wanted to open the window to cool down her room but resisted these past few days. That is because of a peculiar feeling that made her reluctant to create an opening in her room. She hadn't needed to pleasure herself like before and even fell asleep rather easily. All of this was at the expense of this nagging feeling there was a presence right outside her window.
Tonight, she was suffering from those desires more than ever before. As usual, she pulled off her nightgown and tried to cool herself down, but it only stimulated her further. Frustrated, she finally caved in and cracked open the window. The summer breeze was calming, and she didn't feel as disturbed as she did the past few days.
As soon as she laid back on the bed, her body felt tense and hot. Reaching down, she sighed when she felt how wet she became on her own.
"Well, I can just take care of this quickly. It should be fine after one time." She felt assured it wouldn't take too long to settle this matter.
...
"Ah-ahh~" Eliza massaged her slick skin with one finger while her other hand rubbed her puckered nipples until her back was arched and her toes curled.
Once she came, it made her skin tickle and her thighs clench. Even though it was the third time that night, she couldn't seem to compensate for that emptiness she felt in her abdomen. The more she indulged, the more desperate her body felt.
She once considered how the faucet of her bathtub would feel as the water ran rapidly through the pipes, but she wondered if she could handle the shame. However, desperate times do call for desperate measures.
In the end, Marnie was correct about how dangerous it would be to leave herself unsatisfied. Sighing in defeat, she softly muttered, "I just want to be fucked already. Marriage rules can be damned for all I care."
Frustrated that in this society, she couldn't even properly pleasure herself without a husband, she rolled herself tighter into her blanket and at least enjoyed the feeling of the soft sheets. Her gown had been recklessly tossed to the floor this time and she couldn't muster the energy to put it back on.
While trying to get herself to drift off to sleep, there was movement outside her window, and it crept open further with an ominous squeak. Following was a rustle and thump of something entering and landing in her room.
Eliza, who was blaming the noise on the wind at first, finally let the curiosity get the best of her and looked over towards the double windows. At first, there was nothing, as though she imagined the whole thing. Then she blinked and something did appear. Between the fluttering sheer curtains, was a tall silhouette of a man, cast in the light of the full moon.
She didn't know how someone got through her three-story window, or why he chose this room specifically. It'd be easier to break a window on the first floor and steal all the silver from the dining room. There was nothing valuable here. It was just her alone in this room...
A thought crossed her mind and she shuddered, wondering if that shitty Baron had finally lost it and trespassed.
The man turned to look over at Eliza who was wrapped tight in blankets, but the smell coming off her was unmistakable.
"You..."
At this unfamiliar voice, Eliza flinched but was unable to scream for help from pure fear packing her throat like cotton. She instead covered her face with her blanket and hoped the intruder would leave if he didn't see her. She was strong for a woman, but to fight off a tall man in this condition, her odds were not looking favorable.
There was the squeak of floorboards that signaled the person's whereabouts and they stopped by her side of the bed. She closed her eyes and quivered in fear while clutching onto the faint hope that the person would give up and leave if she was unresponsive.
"Hmmm." The man's voice sounded so close to her that her ears rang. She could hardly hide her hyperventilation now.
The person knew what she was trying to do and decided to tease her, "Well now, if this damsel isn't the one who called out to me, maybe I should check the other rooms..."
Eliza remembered her sisters innocently sleeping away in the other wing and pulled the covers from her face. Any fear she held before was tossed aside for the sake of her younger sisters. It didn't matter if the odds weren't favorable, she'd fight with her life. Seeing how he had slightly turned away she snatched his wrist to hold him back.
"W-wait!"
'Too easy.' The man thought to himself.
He looked back at the lady who boldly held his wrist and noticed that although she held the blankets close to her chest, her exposed shoulders and ruffled hair told him enough.
He crouched down to her level and she gasped while retracting her hand. Before she could use it to protect herself, he grabbed it back and held it firmly in his wider, stronger one.
"Was I interrupting something?"
Her throat still felt tight, but she managed to force out her words, "Who do you think you are? Barging into a lady's room like this? Have you no shame?" She gritted her teeth and tried tugging out of his grasp, but his grip was like iron.
"One scream and my father will be here in a moment to put a bullet through that thick skull." Her bluff came out more confidently than she expected.
But it seemed to be pointless to this stranger who seemed amused, "Your father, hm?"
He invaded Eliza's space by sitting on the edge of her bed and leaning on his arm to cage her on the mattress. "Your parents don't sleep in the master?"
She took too long to come up with a rebuttal and only opened her mouth with no words. He chuckled at that and it was so low it felt like it vibrated in her chest.
He spoke to her in a smooth voice that was like warm chocolate, "Are you the one who called for me earlier?"
She shuddered and was mesmerized by his violet eyes that glowed in the moonlight. Holding his eye contact for so long made her body heat up once more and she couldn't help but twitch as his breath brushed along her cheek.
"Um, I-!"
"Is that a, yes?" He moved closer and she was slowly forced backward until she pressed against the headboard. When his face was just a breath away, she turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart seemed to be the loudest thing in the room as neither of them spoke.
"Look here."
Eliza's body obeyed his words, and she fully faced this man. The lighting was dim but even she could tell he was good-looking. It was a bewitching kind of handsome that made her doubt herself for turning him away. Just as that thought crossed her mind, she tossed it aside in guilt and forced herself to tear her eyes away from this ambiguous person with a hypnotizing stare.
He tutted and then raised her hand to his lips. Kissing her palm, she shuddered from the sensation and tried again to snatch her hand back. Unbothered by her resistance, he trailed his tongue down her wrist and occasionally sucked hard, leaving behind red spots.
"Hng!" He kissed the inside of her elbow and she let out an embarrassing sound.
When he pulled away briefly to catch a glimpse of her expression, she raised her arm and slapped him hard.
His face turned from the force of her hit, but he didn't lose himself. In fact, the grip on her wrist tightened further as he grinned wider. He tugged on her arm and since her other one was desperately clutching her blanket to her chest, she rocked forward.
"Oomf!" Her face bumped against a hard surface. When the man chuckled and the sound reverberated through this surface, she realized that she was intimately touching the chest of a man for the first time.
"A tenacious lady isn't so bad." His finger traced the line of her spine to her backside. "Like a kitten with claws. Not impossible to tame."
Her face flushed when his touch reached the curve of her buttocks and the desire to push him away overwhelmed and sense of dignity. She roughly pushed on his chest until he was an arm's length away. Consequently, her blanket slipped down, and her upper body was exposed.
"Oh? What do we have here?" Despite every bit of her strength being used to keep that man away from her, he still breached her zone again and kissed the concave at the base of her neck. He braced himself against the headboard with her wrist pinned beneath his palm. Fingers ghosted over her throat and down to rest on her breast with, at first, tentative squeezes.
Eliza hiccupped from the foreign sensation and started to lose strength the more he kissed and groped her body. When she tried to resist, he would bite the area he was tending to. Her breasts often became the victim of such mistreatment. He straddled her hips, and she could only uselessly kick her legs while her fist pounded his broad chest.
The man must have become annoyed with her antics by then because he caught the nape of her neck and held her head steady as his lips pressed into hers. She felt frozen in place while he sucked and pulled on her lips. Even then, her teeth locked together until he mumbled a command, "Let me in."
"Ah!" Her mouth opened involuntarily, and something made its way in. She could hardly breathe while his tongue tangled with her own.
"Mmn..." The more their saliva mixed, the harder it was to resist his advances. He massaged her breasts gentler than before, but his knee divided her tightly clenched thighs.
"No!" She tried struggling again but he seemed to have complete control over her emotions. His hand dove between the gap he created. The first thing his fingers did was run a finger up her slit to gauge just how much his touching stimulated her. The answer: very much so.
The man's suspicious smile that formed after finding this out made Eliza's blood run cold.
He hardly needed to tease her little hole before she was panting and clutching his shoulder for dear life. Seeing how effective it was, he stopped for a moment and decided it was time for introductions.
"What's your name, kitten?"
"You bloody-!" She gasped when he pinched the bud of her breast and then sputtered, "Who... no, what are you?"
"Hmm, I wonder?" He brought his lips close to her ear and spoke, "I've been called many things. A monster, a demon, a debauched bastard. But I suppose the most fitting description is an Incubus."
Eliza's brows knitted at the uncouth joke. She had heard that word before to describe a creature in folklore that molested women during the night. A rather fitting description, "You call yourself an Incubus? eek!" His finger traced her pussy and stimulated that bundle of nerves that made her hips jerk. She clenched her teeth and held in a lewd noise as he focused more on that spot.
"I know our reputation is not the best, but I've never visited a woman who hasn't called out to me first."
She still found it in herself to scoff, "Am I supposed to applaud you for that?" Another swirling rub and spit slipped from the corners of her mouth as she held in a gratifying moan. Meanwhile, another thought crossed her mind, 'Did I ever call for this bastard?'
When he heard her sarcastic retort, he pressed her flat onto the mattress. Reaching under the covers, he penetrated her with his finger. Her reactions were quite enjoyable. The man licked away her saliva with coy kisses and his glowing, purple irises stared deep into her jeweled, green ones. "Shall I prove it to you?"
Eliza's lips trembled because not only was she being assaulted by an intruder, but it was a mentally ill one as well. She highly doubted her chances for survival at that moment and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Hah, that's perfect..." The man cupped her wet cheeks and grinned as though he had a plan to bring her more misery. He wiped away a tear with the tip of his finger and then dragged it down the middle of her body until her abdomen. "I'm sure you've noticed by now, but I can control your body easily, shall I demonstrate?"
This crazy motherfucker. Eliza decided to give up and scream for help, but all at once, all those feelings of resentment and sorrow combined their energy and multiplied into a different feeling entirely. It felt like her skin went up in flames and she gasped as that feeling wrapped her core in delicious pleasure. Her vision went hazy and she went to grab for anything that would keep her anchored to the world.
As quickly as it came, the feeling receded, and she was left clutching the shoulders of this abnormal man above her. "What was... that?"
He pushed back the hair that clung to her sweaty neck and whispered in her ear again, "I'm here to answer your calling– what were your exact words? 'I just want to be fucked'?"
Hearing his voice speaking so softly into her ear gave her goosebumps and she shivered from fright.
"So, I will do just that."
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