The ancient stone walls of Merhold Castle, built by many generations of Merholds family, loomed above Merhold Town, their strong walls showcasing grandeur of power and legacy. Tonight, the air was thick with the scent of burning, as if a thunderstorm was approaching. Tonight, Eleina was determined to unravel a myth her mother mentioned by chance.
Her heart pounded in her chest like a battle drum as she crept through the dimly lit corridors, her blonde hair obscuring her vision from time to time. The castle was silent with occasional armoured footsteps echoing down the corridor. She knew where she was going, her destination, the library, a place filled with ancient tomes and forbidden knowledge going back generations of Merholds.
As she came around a corner, she heard muffled grunts and the scraping of wood against stone floor. Her eyes widened as she realized that the sounds were coming from the library itself. 'Damn, the one night I decide to do it, someone is there!' She cursed in her mind but a flicker of curiosity lingered.
She inched closer, her breath unsteady as she peeked in and caught the sight of her father, Alan von Merhold, through the slightly ajar door. His silver hair was dishevelled, and his sharp, piercing blue eyes were wild with lust. He stood behind Maria, the head maid, his powerful hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with brutal force. The maid's cries were a mix of pleasure and pain, her body trembling with each violent push.
"Fuck, Maria," her father growled, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder.
"Take it, you filthy whore. Take every fucking inch of me."
Eleina's breath was stuck in her throat as she watched, her body flush with a mix of revulsion and arousal she didn't understand. Maria's back was arched, her body slick with beads of sweat, as she braced herself against the desk beneath her. Her eyes were closed and her body was writhing as if trying to escape the relentless assault.
Eleina's father's hands gripped Maria's hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving bruises that would last for weeks.
Maria's body jerked with each forceful thrust, her breasts bouncing to the rhythm. Eleina could see the red marks on Maria's skin, a testament to her father's brutal passion.
"Say it, Maria. Say you're my filthy little whore," Alan demanded, his voice hoarse.
Maria's eyes slowly opened, meeting Eleina's gaze through the crack in the door. Eleina felt a shock of recognition, but Maria quickly lowered her lids, submitting to her father's demands.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm your filthy little whore, master."
Alan's grip on Maria tightened, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more punishing. Eleina could see the muscles in his arms flexing with each brutal motion and the intense look of focus and pleasure on her fathers face. Maria's nails were digging into the wooden desk.
"That's right," Alan hissed out, his voice thick with lust. "You were made for this, Maria. Made for me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are." With a final, savage thrust, Alan let out a low groan, his body shuddering. Eleina watched in horrified awe as her father's hips thrusted one final time, his body flexing as he shot his seed into Maria.
Maria's body went limp, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she collapsed against the desk. Alan pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He looked down at Maria with a mix of contempt and satisfaction.
"Clean yourself up," he snarled, adjusting his pants. "And don't let me catch you with anybody but me again, or it'll be the last thing you do."
Maria nodded, her face pale as she scrambled to fix her dress, her fingers trembling. She cast a quick, frightened glance at the door before scurrying away, leaving Eleina alone in the shadows.
The sight of it, the brutal force, the filthy words, the utter lack of tenderness—left her both disgusted and inexplicably aroused. It was such depravity, she had never known existed within her, a shadowy corner of desire that had been awakened.
Eleina waited, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, until the sound of Maria's retreating footsteps faded away. She carefully stepped out of the shadows, her eyes scanning the library. The room was blanketed by the encroaching shadows and the scent of old parchment was filling the chamber.
The library was vast, row upon row of leather-bound books lined the shelves, their covers bearing titles in languages both familiar and arcane.
Eleina's eyes were drawn to one particular volume at the far end of the room. It stood out from the rest, its cover adorned with an intricate silver emblem of a demon, wings spread wide. She had heard from her mother a rumour, that it contained knowledge passed down through generations of Merholds women.
Eleina felt excited as she approached the tome, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the cool leather cover, and pulled it from the shelf.
There was a tangible anticipation as Eleinas fingers swiped the dust covering this tome.
As she swiped the book, a cloud of dust billowed forth, catching the light. The pages were yellowed with age, the ink faded but still legible. The first page bore an inscription in a language she recognized as ancient Euphorian, a script seldom seen outside the most sacred of texts, used exclusively by the royal family and religious sects.
"Arx Bestiarium, so it was true! Hiding in plain sight huh." She whispered, her fingers tracing the words.
'The Book of Beasts.'
As she turned the pages, her eyes scanned the intricate illustrations and descriptions of creatures both magnificent and monstrous. Each beast was depicted in exquisite detail, their forms twisted and terrifying, their eyes wild and lustful. She quickly flipped through the pages, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and fascination.
Suddenly, a noise from the doorway that startled her. She spun around, her heart leaping into her throat, and saw a figure silhouetted against the dim light of the corridor. It was one of her father's guards, his face obscured by the shadows.
He stepped into the room, his armoured boots stomping on the stone floor, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Eleina's heart pounded in her chest as she quickly closed the book, her mind racing with possible excuses.
"What are you doing here, girl?" the guard asked, his voice a deep rumble. "Oh Lady Eleina, I am sorry but it's late, and you shouldn't be wandering the castle at this hour."
Eleina swallowed hard, her mind working quickly. She couldn't let him see the book, couldn't let him report her to her father. She had to think fast.
The guard was advancing, his eyes scanning the room, his hand slightly tightening on his swords hilt. Eleina knew she couldn't just stand there. She needed to do something, anything, to buy time.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "I was just... I was looking for a book."
The guard frowned, his eyes narrowing as he looked her up and down. "A book, you say? At this hour?''
Eleina nodded, trying to appear as innocent as possible. "Yes, it's for... for a report.
A historical text on the early kings of Euphoria." She was grasping at straws, but she hoped her father's self-proclaimed love of history might save her.
The guard scrutinized her for a moment, his gaze lingering on her big chest.
Noticing his gaze, Eleina crossed her arms and squished her breasts, making them pop more.
Finally, he reluctantly nodded. "Fine but make it quick. You know the lord forbids nightly library visits.''
Eleina let out a silent sigh of relief as the guard turned and left the room, his heavy boots echoing down the corridor. She waited until the sound had faded before letting out a shaky breath, her heart still pounding in her chest.
Quickly, she tucked the book under her arm and slipped back into the shadows. She got what she came for and even more.
As she made her way back through the dark corridors, she couldn't shake the image of her father with the head maid, Maria. The memory of their raw, brutal fucking played on a loop in her mind, arousing her in a way that both shocked and repelled her.
She couldn't forget the way her father had handled Maria, the filthy words he'd spoken, or the violence of his thrusts. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, cold and measured man she had always known. But there was no denying the power that had radiated from him, a primal, raw strength that had its own perverse allure.
She finally slipped into her chambers, her heart pounding in her chest. Breaths coming in shallow gasps. She closed the door behind her, the silence of her room providing safety she needed....