Chapter 2 WHY DID YOU SEDUCE ME

"I... I only wanted to help my friend. You have given her enough cold shoulders, so I thought maybe I could seduce you for her", she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hahaha", he laughed hysterically, playfully, and tenderly, unfastening her buttons one by one until he cupped her warm succulent breast. "Why sacrifice so much for someone who doesn't care about you?"

"No don't slander my friend before me", she defended.

He leaned closely, lips brushing her ear. "You seduced me for your friend... right? Haha, it might interest you to know, young lady, that your little tricks backfired; the Hunter has become the game. And now.... I want you", he whispered authoritatively into her ears.

"No, you can't----. "

"Then watch how I burn the whole city down just to prove I can", he asserted his powers with confidence, his voice firm, eyes burning with desire.

He gently trailed and fondled her nipple with tantalizing precision, teasing it until it stood firm, hard, and arching for more. He pinched it lightly and rolled it between his fingers, and the moan that escaped her throat wasn't soft- it was desperate.

She died many times at his touch; he had already induced and got her wet. Every stroke of his hand sent waves of bliss crashing through her, her body betraying every bit of resistance her mind could muster.

Nevertheless, she swore never to succumb to him, she can't yield to him, not this fourth time. She whimpered and pushed him off her, "We can't do this." not being so sure of herself, her voice betraying her, she said, buttoned her shirt up, and ran towards the door, not out of strength but out of fear.

Behind her, he calmly chuckled, retrieved a cigarette from the Ottoman, sat on it to light the cigarette.

Unperturbed, he didn't chase, he needed not to. He watched with a predator's calm, his confidence was sure.

Ayla turned the doorknob to get herself out of the room, her fingers trembling, but she was restrained by pleasure, tight, merciless. He had already induced and taken her to the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy.

With a gasp, she turned and leaned on the door, her mind swirling, her heart pounding so fast, her thighs clenched, her desire to have him inside her blazed.

"I told you, you can never run away from me", he mocked, satisfied with his sophisticating charm. "You are mine---every inch".

He crushed the lit cigarette into the ashtray, waiting for her to fall into his arms.

Slowly and erotically, she ran her tongue at the outline of her upper lip. Teasing herself as much as him. Rushing towards him, her hand battled with her buttons as she could not withstand the intimacy for a second more.

"Come here baby", he chuckled, stripping off her shirt together with the brazier. "Damn!" he exclaimed, admiring her succulent bouncy tits.

Ayla wrapped his neck with her arms, pulling him closer to her bosom, yearning for his cruel touch.

"I bet you have the most beautiful boobs ever", he mumbled into her ears, buried his face between them, kissing, biting, sucking till she moaned.

"Ouch," she cried and thrust herself around him the moment his lips grabbed and stuffed her nipple into his mouth, his tongue affectionately dancing around it, swirling, teeth grazing.

One hand staking claim on her butt, the other sliding down her thigh, her hips jerking towards him.

As they went on, she felt the warmth of his aroused c*ck, thick, hard, twitching against her leg. Her palms wandered all over him, his hair, his back, his chest, till it got to his waist.

Touching the towel knotted at his waist, they paused, looking into his eyes, her voice betraying her, she muttered, "May.....I?".

"I'm all yours, baby," he murmured a devilish promise, with luring smiles.

She slid her soft hands beneath the towel wrapped around his waist, grabbing him, she smiled and slicked his ear. "You are so fucking big".

He groaned, low and animalistic, "Go ahead and do me dirty".

Ayla slowly slipped her tender chin from his chest, abdomen, and down to his waist. Her knees on the tiles, not in submission, but obsession. She pulled the towel free, his c*ck sprang free, -long, veiled and glistening at the tip.

Tongue flickering, lips parting wide, she stuffed him into her mouth, suckling and robbing it with passion, with reverence, with need.

"F*ck Ayla......!" he moaned, his face lifted towards the chandelier, her hair tangled in his fingers. She bobbed her head, satisfied with his deep groans, she sucked harder, her saliva coating him. Her tongue swirled, and her moans vibrated against his shaft.

He threw his right hand to the air till it got to the Ottoman, it staggered before finally landing on what he was searching for,- a condom.

Ayla held his wrists, halting him from tearing its sachet open. Rising, she pressed her mouth on his ear and mumbled, "Squirt.......inside me".

"Good girl", he growled, without hesitation, as if those words ignited more heat in him, he swept the nightstand clean, unperturbed about the shattered lamp. Effortlessly, he lifted and slammed her onto it, her legs parting as her skirt rode up around her waist. He shoved his two fingers between her folds, robbing, lubricating, spreading her slickness over her entrance.

She moaned, head thrown back, hips bucking against his hand.

He lined himself up, rubbed his thick head against her entrance, about to slide in, then......

Knock, knock, knock!!!

When the knock came the third time, she was jolted back to reality; she jerked upright, her eyes fixed confusingly on the door.

"Ayla, the Dogans called for you," Nisa, the housemaid announced from the other side of the door.

She swallowed hard, her body trembling, "O-okay, I'm.... taking a shower. I will be there soon", she lied.

She dragged herself closer to the mirror, saw the red flush on her face, her mind piled up numerous questions. "What's wrong with me? Why can't I stop this? This is the fourth time, each time darker than the last, and it seems uncontrollable, she questioned her reflection in the mirror.

It was another wet trance in the same month. She never used to fantasize like this, never allowed herself such vulnerability.

Each time she tries to meditate and get her thoughts together, this unknown domineering shadow will sneak into her imagination, seducing her, owning, and giving her the wildest intimacy of her life.

This fourth time was weird; she battled with wild confusion as her shirt was unbuttoned and her panties soaked. Could she have done that unconsciously? Her guilty reflection went mute. Funny enough, the imaginary guy becomes faceless as fast as she gets up.

She pressed her palms against the glass, stared sternly at her strange self till the shame made her sob.

Snapping out of it, she grabbed a towel, rushed into the bathroom to wash off the mess on her.

Within few minutes, she was done with the quick shower, she came out in her robe, dried her hair just enough with a towel, swiftly slipped into her gown before rushing out to answer the Dogans.

Her mind swirling with suspicion, not fathoming what the Demigods would ask of her.