Chapter 41 : Madness
Twelve hours.
Twelve relentless hours of Aurelia unleashing everything she had on Grim.
She had tried everything—her touch, her aura, her kisses, and her ability, Dark Embrace. Over and over, she drew from him, his life force pouring into her like a sweet, intoxicating nectar. Each time she absorbed his energy, her senses exploded with pleasure, her body trembling from the overwhelming rush of power.
Grim's amusement only grew. His dark, twisted smile never faded from his lips. His gaze followed her every movement, his fingers occasionally trailing along her curves, grazing over her waist, hips, and back. But nothing more. Just light, taunting touches that made her crave more.
Her desperation had reached a feverish level, her passion driving her to push harder, to test every limit. Her body trembled from the intensity, but she didn't feel tired. The dragon's heart had given her unimaginable stamina and strength. She was convinced she could keep going for days if needed.
And Grim allowed it.
He allowed her everything.
He gave her the freedom to take what she wanted, to push him to his limits, to use him however she pleased.
But that infuriating smirk of his... it never disappeared.
The more he indulged her, the more her obsession grew. Her nails raked across his chest, her lips tracing every inch of his skin, her aura devouring his strength. And with each moment, she tried to break him, to make him lose control.
But no matter how hard she tried, he only gazed at her with that same mocking, hungry amusement. His black eyes gleamed with a darkness that thrilled and terrified her.
Her breathing was ragged, her golden eyes wild with madness and desire. Even after hours of her efforts, he was still taunting her, letting her do everything without a shred of resistance.
Her frustration boiled over. And then, without thinking, the words slipped from her lips.
"Beg me, honey, if you want me to stop."
She had said it in a teasing, sultry tone, confident that she had the upper hand. After all, he hadn't done anything but indulge her whims.
But the moment those words left her mouth, the air in the area shifted.
It grew heavy. Cold. Suffocating.
Grim's smirk faded, replaced by something far more sinister. His eyes narrowed, his gaze boring into her with a ferocity that made her blood run cold.
His hand shot out, gripping her legs with a force that was both possessive and terrifying. Before she could even react, he flipped her over, her body landing beneath him with a gasp.
His face hovered just above hers, his long white hair cascading down like a silken curtain. The amusement was gone, replaced by a chilling intensity.
"I think, darling, you forgot that you fear me," he whispered, his voice a cold, dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine.
Panic flickered in Aurelia's eyes. The confidence she'd felt moments before crumbled under the weight of his presence. It was like staring into the eyes of a predator who had finally grown tired of playing with his prey.
She had pushed him. Provoked him. And now, her words would be her downfall.
Grim's hand moved to her throat, his fingers trailing along her skin with a gentleness that only amplified the terror blooming within her. His touch was both possessive and taunting, as if he was savoring the moment before unleashing his true nature.
"You were so eager, weren't you?" he continued, his tone dark and mocking. "Twelve hours. That's how long I let you do whatever you wanted. You must've enjoyed yourself quite a lot."
Her lips trembled, her defiance faltering under his oppressive gaze.
"But now..." His fingers traced her throat, then down her collarbone, her chest, his touch slow and deliberate. "It's my turn."
The smirk returned to his lips, but it was different now. Cruel. Unforgiving.
"No one is going to save you, Aurelia. Not even yourself."
Grim's eyes bore into her, his gaze colder and more ruthless than ever. His fingers gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he leaned down, his face mere inches from hers. The smirk on his lips was wicked, a twisted satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
"You asked me to beg?" he taunted, his voice low and dangerous, each word dripping with venomous amusement. "How adorable of you, darling. But it seems you've forgotten who you're dealing with."
Aurelia's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as her golden eyes widened. The confidence she'd held onto so desperately was unraveling under his unrelenting presence.
"Did you really think you could handle me?" Grim continued, his tone almost mocking as his fingers traced the curve of her throat. His touch was deceptively gentle, a cruel contrast to the brutality that simmered just beneath the surface.
Aurelia shuddered, her body reacting to his touch in ways she couldn't control. The hunger, the darkness—it was all-consuming. And now, she was at his mercy.
"Foolish girl," he whispered. "You thought you could devour me? You thought you could push me until I broke?"
His lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot and taunting. "I let you play your little games. I let you take what you wanted. But now... now it's my turn."
His hands tightened around her wrists, his strength unyielding. And then, slowly, deliberately, he began to unleash his own darkness upon her.
It wasn't just his touch. It was his aura—an overwhelming, crushing force that seeped into her very being. His presence coiled around her like chains, suffocating and intoxicating all at once.
Aurelia's body trembled, her mind reeling as his power washed over her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. Raw. Merciless. Devastating.
She had underestimated him.
She had underestimated the monster she had willingly chained herself to.
Grim's smile was a razor's edge, his amusement gleaming like a predator toying with its prey. "You wanted me to break, didn't you?" he sneered. "Well, darling, let's see how much of me you can handle before you shatter."
Aurelia's defiance faltered, her voice a shaky whisper. "G-Grim—"
"Silence," he growled, his fingers tightening around her wrists. "You wanted this, didn't you? You wanted me to show you what I am. So now... you will endure everything I have to give."
He released her wrists only to grab her waist, his grip possessive and unforgiving. His body pressed against hers, his touch burning even in the chill around them.
The darkness within him surged, relentless and consuming. And Aurelia—no matter how strong she had thought herself to be—was nothing more than his prey.
Her moans filled the area, the sound echoing around them, mixing with the darkness of his aura and his cruel pleasure.
Grim's cold, merciless voice cut through her pleasure and pain alike. "You will learn, Aurelia. You will learn to fear me again."
Grim's palm met Aurelia's hips over and over, the brutal impact leaving her delicate skin turning crimson red. Each strike tore ragged cries from her throat, her body trembling from the sharp stings mixed with an overwhelming, twisted pleasure. Her moans echoed through the open space, mingling with Grim's low, satisfied chuckles. His gaze was locked on her, the hunger and darkness in his eyes making her shiver.
His touch was relentless, his grip bruising, his actions merciless. And yet, even as her voice pleaded and cracked under the strain, there was a dangerous glint in Grim's eyes that only grew stronger.
He didn't stop. He had no intention of stopping.
Days blurred into weeks, weeks stretched into a month, and Aurelia was caught in a nightmare where pleasure and pain intertwined so tightly she could no longer separate them. He was a beast, consuming her over and over without mercy, without rest.
"Stop! Stop, you monster!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and broken. "That's enough... I can't take it anymore..."
But Grim only smiled, his expression twisted with satisfaction. "You seem to have forgotten, darling," he whispered, his voice deep and mocking. "You challenged me. And I never back down from a challenge."
Tears pricked the corners of Aurelia's eyes, her body aching from the brutal onslaught. Every muscle felt stretched beyond its limit, her strength drained and her mind teetering on the edge of madness.
"Grim... please..." she whimpered, her tone laced with desperation.
His smile widened, his fingers tracing her bruised skin with a possessive, almost cruel gentleness. "You asked for this, Aurelia," he taunted, his words a blade slicing through her already shattered will. "And now, you will endure every single moment of it."
His hold over her was absolute, his dominance a crushing weight she couldn't escape. And the worst part was, some part of her couldn't help but crave it. Even when her body trembled and her voice broke, even when her mind screamed for relief, her own twisted desires betrayed her.
And Grim reveled in it.
Grim's touch was a merciless force, his hands tracing every curve of Aurelia's body with an unyielding, possessive hunger. His fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing, pressing, and molding her to his will. His mouth left marks on her skin, his teeth sinking into her soft curves, each bite sending jolts of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.
"Don't bite it like that," Aurelia gasped, her voice trembling. "It's hurting... lightly... lightly..."
But Grim only smirked, his movements becoming rougher, more savage. His strength was beyond human, his stamina a beastly, unending force that defied reason. As days stretched into weeks, his hunger only grew, his actions more feral, more consuming.
Aurelia's moans spilled from her lips, raw and uncontrolled, mixing with her desperate pleas. The sound echoed through the open area, each broken cry only feeding Grim's insatiable hunger.
"Ahh... Grim... please... stop... I can't... take anymore..." Her voice was hoarse and strained, every word dripping with desperation.
He didn't listen. He didn't stop.
The first month bled into the second, and Grim's madness showed no sign of relenting. His pace was relentless, his hands everywhere at once, caressing, squeezing, and biting. His fingers traced her every curve, his nails leaving faint red lines over her delicate skin.
"Grim... please..." Aurelia whimpered, her voice breaking with each breath. "At least... do it slowly... you beast... you madman..."
He only laughed, a dark, low sound that echoed through the air. "You wanted this, Aurelia," he whispered against her ear, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, you'll endure it. Every. Single. Second."
His movements grew even faster, more merciless, as if her suffering only spurred him on. Her body trembled under his touch, her own twisted pleasure mingling with the agony. And despite her desperate cries for mercy, despite her tears and shattered voice, a part of her still craved him.
Aurelia's mind was a tangled mess of sensations, her thoughts blurring into a haze of pain and pleasure. And Grim reveled in her torment, his dominance absolute.
Grim's grip on Aurelia was relentless, his strength unyielding as he continued with a fervor that only seemed to grow. His movements were powerful and ceaseless, his pace increasing with each passing moment. The way his hands explored her body, tracing every curve, squeezing and pressing, left her gasping for air.
His touch was possessive, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving traces of his dominance. Aurelia's cries and pleas only seemed to fuel him more. "Stop… I can't… It's too much… You beast…" her voice trembled between pleasure and desperation.
He ignored her words, his smirk widening, his gaze feral and triumphant. Her every reaction, every shiver, every gasp, only spurred him on. His hands found her hips again, his palm striking her already crimson skin, drawing a sharp moan from her lips.
"You really thought you could handle me, didn't you?" Grim's voice was low and mocking, his lips brushing against her ear before biting it, drawing a startled yelp from her. "You've forgotten your place, darling."
"L-Lightly… Don't bite it like that…" Aurelia whimpered, her voice strained yet filled with a twisted pleasure. But her protests only seemed to make him more relentless.
He continued his torment, his grip never loosening, his movements faster, rougher. Her body arched beneath him, her mind torn between ecstasy and pain, her pleas growing weaker.
"Stop… please… I-I can't take it anymore… At least do it slowly…" she gasped, her voice breaking, her body trembling under his overpowering presence. "You're… you're mad… A beast…"
"Mad? Beast?" Grim chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing her skin, his mouth claiming her neck, teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. "Perhaps. But you brought this upon yourself, my darling. Now, endure it."
Days blurred into weeks, and weeks into months. It had been three months of pure, relentless madness. Grim's hunger was insatiable, his strength unyielding. He never stopped, never tired, his stamina nothing short of monstrous.
Aurelia's body had been pushed beyond its limits, her desperate pleas falling on deaf ears. The torment was endless, and yet, somehow, she survived it. Her endurance defied all reason, her body stronger than it had ever been before.
But even with her newfound resilience, she could no longer hold back her despair. "Stop… please… I can't… I had enough…" her voice cracked, broken and exhausted. "You're… you're not human… You're something else… Something terrifying…"
Grim's cruel smile never wavered. "And yet, you're still here, aren't you?" His words were a chilling reminder of his dominance, his power over her absolute.
And still, he continued.
Finally, Aurelia's body could take no more, and she slipped into unconsciousness. Only then did Grim pause, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. But his respite was brief. As soon as she stirred back to consciousness, he resumed his relentless pursuit, pushing her to the brink once more. It was only after she fainted again that he finally stopped, a dark triumph gleaming in his gaze.