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[phlegmboymessiah]

I just had the fright of my life (Scary)

[avalindin]

The Devil's water

Crimson Peak fic

Chapter 12: Love's insanity

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Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

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Image done by Kimberly Godfrey

It was all a dream but she knew she had to wake up. Alan would understand. He had Edith and she would have Thomas. Arrangements were made all the time but society would never accept what they wanted. Under the warm blanket, a cold hand wandered to her thighs. Cassia was too tired to care if Thomas was ready to take her again so early in the morning.

She smiled into her pillow as she allowed his to pull her leg over his. For a strange reason, his touch felt different but she didn’t care.

“Cassia…”

His breath at her ear made her shutter as his hand dipped lower, meeting her wet lips. She bucked her hips into his hand, needing very much to tease him and ease the fire returning between her legs. She turned to her back as he washed over her, kissing at her skin and refusing to stop as she held him close.

“Take me,” she whispered into his ear.

She could feel his cock, hard against her thigh as he pushed himself between her legs. He pushed in the slightest bit as Cassia felt a bit of pain.

No, she thought to herself.

Something was wrong. He pushed in a bit further, making her nails dig into Thomas’ back.

“Thomas, stop.”

The thumb at her clit silenced her as Thomas shifted his hips forward. Cassia’s mouth open cried out softly in pain. Her eyes flew open to the noticeable pain between her legs. She whimpered with her body bordering on the edge of pain and growing pleasure as Thomas shifted his hips sharper into her sex.

His teeth racked her neck, sucking at the crook as her head fell back to the bed. She embraced the ceasing pain as her skin was covered with his breath. He grinded himself into her swollen clit, making her come as he quickened his thrusts. Cassia was nearly scared as she felt Thomas’ growl in her skin.

Something was wrong.

It was too fast, thoughtless and… famished. The sensation through the pain was foreign as she had strength enough to look into Alan’s dazed, smiling face. His waking stare turned to Cassia and her naked body as he looked to the partially bloody cock that he had pulled form her. Cassia was numb as a tear fell from the side of her face.

Cassia moved from the bed, running to the washroom to clean away the blood that was dripping down her legs. Alan clamored behind her as he tried to hold her.

“Cassia, please look at me.”

She sobbed as he held her face in his hands. He pulled the towel from her hands and cleaned her off the best he could.

“I-I’m so sorry,” she sobbed as he tried to comfort her.

“What are you talking about? I am the one to be asking for your forgiveness, my Cassia.”

“No. Last night. I didn’t mean for things to get as far as they did.”

“Cassia. We agreed to wait a bit longer. You tried to push yourself but I knew you weren’t ready. I didn’t mean for what happened, not saying I didn’t want it to happen but…”

Cassia though back to the night that she thought had happened. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a beautiful, terrifying nightmare. There were no demons, no Lucille. Alan was still with her and Thomas was in his bed with Edith. Her heart broke as Alan took her into her arms and didn’t move until Cassia shed each of her tears.

He stepped away with his aching head in his hands as Cassia stepped from the washroom with a fresh gown and a changed look to her face. Her heart was getting the best of her and if the previous night was only a dream, she knew what was now ahead of her in her life. She sat at the table next to the window where breakfast was waiting for them.

“Come on, Alan. I don’t bite.”

Alan smiled, pulling on a shirt and was lead to sit next to his wife as she sat on his lap. He could feel something creeping in the back of his mind as Cassia fed him and herself. There was something about the way she would bend over for her tea and the curves under her nightgown that shown through the growing sun.

“What?”

Alan was shaken from his thoughts as Cassia smiled down to him.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I promise.”

Take her.

The voices returned stronger as his hand moved on its own. The skin on her thighs was warm through the fabric of her gown.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” she whispered into his ear with a smile.

Alan’s mouth watered as Cassia worked up the front of her gown with her fingers.

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Thomas’ head felt as if it would split in two. He woke with the worst possible headache at his desk. Wondering if the past night had happened at all. He stumbled out of the manor to the gardens as he tried to let the early morning air clear his head. He sat near the bench that was his mother’s and his sister’s favorite place to read. He would also remember Cassia in her younger years resting on the bench as the sun shone down on her skin.

A starting ray of sun blinded him as he scooted back to recline in the bushes. The cooling shadows were comforting as he had a moment to himself. He had no interest in finding Edith. Some time alone would have eased him as he looked up. His blood ran cold as he saw Cassia and Alan with their breakfast. Their looks to one another was one he had wished to share with Cassia.

He looked to Alan’s neck, seeing no visible marks that Edith left to his skin, leaving him to believe that the previous night never happened. Cassia was never in his arms to tell him that she truly loved him. She was gone from him forever. He looked up as Cassia’s head tilted back from Alan’s kiss to her neck. The strong hand holding her up had jerked down the top of the gown to her waist as her breasts were bare to him. Thomas’ mouth water immensely as he rubbed his cock through his trousers.

He closed his eyes, imagining it was him making her back arch as he kissed his way down his chest and licked at her hardened peaks. Thomas followed Alan’s other arm as he looked like he was fucking her with his strong fingers. Her voice would have been heard throughout the top halls if she had not covered her mouth with her hand. Cassia reached for the window pane behind her and anchored herself as she rocked her hip furiously to Alan’s hand.

Alan looked up to Cassia as she spread her legs wider. Her panting breath made her wetter, a sensation she didn’t know she was missing out on. She had some idea with women giving birth on how far a woman’s walls could stretch. The pain was entirely gone and now she could experience whatever the hell she wished as a married woman. Alan pushed two fingers into her gently as his thumb to her clit as her whole body jumped. He chuckled into her petrified chest as his hand refused to slow.

“Oh, god…”

“You are too beautiful, my love. I need more of you.”

“Yes, Alan. Please!”

“Tell me what to do, Cassia. I need to hear it drip from your lips.”

Cassia jerked Alan’s head to hers so she could see his gaze as she told him.

“Tell me, Alan. Ease me. I’m yours.”

“Good.”

Thomas pumped his cock faster as Alan was on his feet and nearly hurled the breakfast tray to the chest at the foot of the bed, possibly breaking something for the servants to find later. She moaned at the feel of his tongue dragging its way from her chest to her earlobe as he imagined him saying something profoundly sinful with Cassia reaching for the closures of his trousers.

Alan crashed over her, shifting his hips wildly into her hand as Thomas knew he would do the same. Alan lifted Cassia to the edge of the small table and spread her legs as far as they could go. He eased himself down her body, kissing whatever skin he could find until he ended up at her sex. Thomas moaned, missing the smell of her which was flooding their room by then. Alan arched his head forward as it disappeared between her legs. Cassia braced her bent body back to the window as her frail little hand shot up to grab Alan’s blond hair.

Alan pried her thighs further apart and feasted on Cassia as the voices commanded him to do more. His tongue never left her clit and his fingers fucked her faster the more they were covered in her wetness. His tongue tingled, needing more as he looked to Cassia’s heaving chest. Thomas was amazed at watching Cassia’s body writhe as Alan went faster and deeper, anything to bring Cassia that much closer to a release.

Alan stopped as his cock throbbed harshly. He looked down to his new bride, needing a draw for blood as his eyes roamed her flesh.

“Alan. Please take me,” she begged.

Do it. Do it!

No, he thought to himself as he felt pushed to take her.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, God knows he wanted himself buried into her wetness. There was something forcing him forward against his will.

Take her as a husband should. Make her scream!

He cupped Cassia’s jaw, lifting her face roughly as he pushed down the top of his trousers and let his erection spring free. Cassia’s eyes widened as he drew more of her wetness and coated it along his cock.

“Do it,” hissed Thomas, “I would not have kept her waiting.”

Alan pressed his lips to Cassia’s and filled her with the shift of his hips. Cassia bit down on Alan’s lip, splitting it as the taste of blood lingered on his tongue. He chuckled, forming his hands to Cassia’s hips and worked his still hardening cock in and out of her. Cassia felt no pain but the stretch surprised her as the build of pleasure settled in her stomach. The faster Alan slammed his hips into her, the more the table underneath her thumped against the wall, filling her with more excitement.

She reached between her out of instinct and rubbed at her neglected clit, letting bliss run through her every vein. Thomas knew he could never have her as he closed his eyes, thinking of every possible way to have her, to fuck her into and over every bit of furniture in the manor and how her voice would carry as she screamed his name. He stopped to lick his palm and jerked his cock faster, needing his lust to cease as he tried to think of Edith. His thoughts betrayed him as he could only think of Cassia haunting his memories.

He groaned as he pried open his eyes and watched his seed shoot from his cock. He watched the grass glisten with his seed as he looked to both Alan and Cassia still with their bodies intertwined and heaving from their coupling. He could see Alan lift his head, whispering into Cassia’s ear. Alan turned to look out to Thomas as he was struck with fear. The color from Alan’s eyes had disappeared into darkness.

Thomas’ blood ran cold as he watched Alan kiss Cassia, oblivious from being fucked breathless as Alan carried her to the bed and out of sight of the high window. Alan returned to the window, bare nude for Thomas to see as he slowly pulled the curtains of the room. A sharp hum reached the back of his mind.

Don’t even think about it, Master Sharpe. Please your own woman. She’s waiting.

He disappeared from Sharpe’s sight as he looked over his shoulder to Cassia that was weakened from minutes ago. Her eyes sunk shut as he joined her in the bed. She moaned, turning to her back as she pressed her thighs tightly together. Alan felt bonded with the darkened voice, convincing him to strip the gypsy and worship her body. He felt honored to have the woman as the last of the gown was pulled away to only leave her scent making his needed appendage to harden for her again.

He knew the dark forked tongue didn’t belong to him but he didn’t care as he dragged it across her skin. Cassia’s eyes opened as the demons saw the whitened haze to her eyes. They all marveled in her heaving beauty as she reached for her mortal.

“Alan…”

She was in a daze as Alan moved down her body and pulled apart her legs. His nose smelled the essence that made however was still in Hell envious that they could not partake. He arched his tongue forward and tasted the mixed wetness from the inside of her walls and the inside of her sex. He obeyed her unspoken commands, letting her ride his tongue as more of her fell to his waiting mouth.

As a husband’s right.

Alan slurped and sucked at her swelling clit to keep her in a blissful state, deciding that she was never to have a relief from writhing underneath him. His demons would make the most of their mistress’ command.

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Thomas watched from the foyer as the cases were loaded into the waiting carriage. Three days and it was all over. He tried not to listen brokenheartedly as Edith laughed with Cassia. Alan had left the previous day to oversee the speedy cleaning and repair of his new home and returned for his wife.

His wife. Thomas could feel the bitter taste of the reality as it descended the last of the stairs. He kept his eyes attached to the papers, ready to confirm a steady trading route to Scotland. He was to leave in a month and return a few more after that with solid connections of trade with goods to be bought between lands. Thomas stopped and pulled out his father’s pocket watch, knowing he would have made everyone happy. His mother, his father, even Lucille.

The watch felt heavy in his hand as he pushed the casing from the swinging metal and looked to the dried and strived worm from so many years ago. His heart sank to the deeply wrong decision he had made, looking wondering why he’d ever chosen Edith.

“Sir Sharpe?”

“Yes.”

“Mr. McMichael would like to bid you farewell before their departure, sir.”

“Very well.”

He forced a smile to his face, stepping out to the front steps as Cassia got his attention. She was looking west to the dead grass that was once a vast oasis of color due to hers and her father’s work so many years ago.

“Mrs. McMichael.”

His throat blistered at the words. She was taken from her thoughts as she stood straight up with a grin to her beautiful face.

“Sir Sharpe. This has been most generous of you and your wife to take us in. We are grateful.”

A lump formed in his throat. He knew standing so close to her would give off great impropriety but his bare hand was so close to hers. He arched his fingers, almost touching her palm.

“Well, thank you!”

Edith stopped behind them as Cassia turned, drawing her hand well out of Thomas’ reach. He could say no more, fearing that his feelings would give him away and unleash of fury from anyone, be it Edith, Alan, or even Cassia. He’d never seen so much joy in her face and it pained him to see that he could not ruin her happiness, no matter how much he loved her.

His ears failed him and his false smile was able to get him through the farewell. A bit of warmth eased him as he looked into Cassia’s eyes one last time.

“Goodbye, Thomas. Let me go…”

He looked down to her hand leaving his. He opened his palm, shaken by the small pruned flower ring he’d twisted to her finger the day of his parents’ death. His head shot up, wishing to her to look his way, never to receive the wanting glance as the carriage rode away from the property and into the country.

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Her eyes looked out the window to Hexham and the possibilities that awaited them. Alan’s headache never ceased but the growing smile on his wife’s face was enough to ease him.

“Alan? Are you alright?”

“Yes, it’s only a headache. Here we are.”

The carriage stopped as Cassia’s jaw dropped open to the home on the corner of the Avenues. Alan was first out of the carriage, hand offered to Cassia as she took in everything of their new home. Without the growing clouds and light rain, she imagined it to be something out of a dream.

“Come on,” he happily insisted as he swept Cassia from her feet and carried her through the front door.

The demons in Alan gasped in the surprising scent of Cassia as her intoxication voice filled his ears. There was so much control in the husband that the demons were practically tearing him apart inside to get to her. Alan forced himself to calm even though the appendage in his trouser were screaming for her otherwise. Cassia took in the house, introducing herself to the staff of the house with was something she certainly was not used to.

His mind eased as they enjoyed dinner in peace. The evening stretched on as Cassia retired to bed ahead of him to unpack her things.

“Master?”

Alan turned to a fresh letter extended in his direction. It was in Damon’s handwriting.

“Thank you. That will be all. I leave early in the morning for the shop. I will not need breakfast.”

“Yes, sir. Rest well.”

He walked away slowly eyeing Alan, ascending and sending a smile to his blackening eyes. He was sure his mistress would be pleased with the new staff of the house taking over literally overnight. Souls that did not comply were dragged elsewhere. Alan waited out, walking the halls of his new home and took in everything he could. Seats throughout the house were reupholstered. Candlesticks were polished spotlessly and he figured Tolland left the best with Alan.

A thump and a small yelp made him run for the bedroom as Alan burst in and saw Cassia holding her hand. She met his eyes for a moment, not seeing the change in his face as the demons smelled the bleeding cut on her thumb.

“Cass…,” he forced as his mind began to darken.

His skin fevered and his lungs fell set aflame as he looked to Cassia partially undressed. Her flesh made his mouth water but he knew whatever else was drawing him forward, it wanted her blood. Alan panted softly under his breath, grabbing her hand tenderly.

“I-It’s nothing to worry about. I didn’t know the top of the case was closing and it…”

She was at a loss for words as Alan wrapped his lips around her thumb and softly sucked on the cut. It was disturbing but a curious thrill nonetheless. He let her thumb go and took a step forward to close the freezing space between them. His hands warmed her shoulders as he inhaled the skin at her neck.

“You’re as cold as death, Kizzy.”

The windows had been open to let out the leftover smell of water and the growing November cold was an easy champion for the started fireplace across the room. His fingers unhooked the top of her white corset and pulled the fabric down as the evidence of the cold made her blush. Cassia shivered as her arms crossed her bare chest. He smiled at her sudden modesty as he tilted her chin up with a grin. Cassia was almost too distracted see a spot of her blood on the edge of his mouth.

Alan growled, biting the side of Cassia’s neck as her body jolted with a bit of pain. Her hands wrapped around his arms as her eyes flicked white, alerting his demons.

“Take… take her before she sees…”

His body lurched, fighting to take control as Cassia focused on the pain. In the white, she could see darkness. With each step forward, her eyes fought to see the moving masses as they collected together. Noticeable dark shades of scales and blood drew her forward with the terrifying sea separating for her.

Alan could hear his bones whining under the pressure and hurled Cassia to their bed. He stalked her, slowly undressing himself. He hunched over her wanting the smell of her, the taste as his growing tongue slithered across her breasts. He jerked off the last of her clothes and stroked his fingers up and down her waiting sex. He was scared to say that whatever was overcoming him was also ridding his fear of wanting Cassia, wanting everything in his power to make her scream.

His lips snarled, lifting up from his teeth. The demons running through his veins all lined up for a taste of her. They fed from Alan’s pure love for Cassia and he could feel it as well. The darkness cradled him, letting his darkening tongue drag down her stomach to her open legs. He pulled his finger with a bit of her waiting arousal on his hand, tasting her as his eyes rolled back to his head. They could smell her, clawing Alan’s inside just to get out to her.

They did adore their mistress but there was something tantalizing about the gypsy woman that made her all the more desirable thought they would never tell the Devil’s only daughter. Alan’s arched his head forward and pushed his tongue into Cassia as his nose nestled against her sex. Cassia gasped for breath. One hand clutched the bedsheet underneath her as the other raked through Alan’s hair and pushed him closer.

Her moans rang the savage growls from his ears as his tongue moved up to her clit. Cassia spread her legs as far as she felt the demons were in her premonition. She gasped for breath as her wrists were pulled to further to separate parts of the rotting bedposts. With every turn of her head, Cassia was filled with fear and lust by the deepening darkness and the whispering voices of the hideous demons that made her blood run cold.

She jumped at the changed reactions from Alan as her glazed eyes looked through him. Demons and other wicked things were fighting one another for a taste of her and each of their tongues pressed, pushed deeper into her as her body writhed. She knew it was wrong.

“Cassia…”

She wasn’t fast enough to see the demons flinching away from Cassia as her legs were finally free to close. She lifted herself enough to see a twisted image of Thomas, naked and heaving as his darkened body stalked the bed for her. The presence that was now in Alan didn’t feel foreign but filled him with… envy. Cassia’s body trembled underneath him as his rotting scales touched her skin. His mouth opened with his black forked tongue running up her body.

On the tip of his tongue, Alan could feel controlled raging lust as the single demon made his way up Cassia’s body. He looked into her eyes, betrayed by the calm sigh that passed her lips. The wicked premonition tore her heart in two as she looked up to Thomas, smiling to her. His fingers slipped inside of her, making her body accept him as her head fell back to the bed.

“Oh, Thomas…”

The name pierced his heart as Alan’s consciousness tumbled to the floor, watching a demonic Thomas to push his fingers faster into Cassia. He got to his feet and sprinted towards Thomas willing to rip him to shreds. His veins pulsed with anger as Thomas looked over his shoulder. Cassia drew in breath before the moment suspended, leaving the demons to flinch as soft footsteps were heard from the edge of the darkness.

“Well…”

Edith pulled the sheer, tethered robe around her deformed body as she looked to the scene around her. She’d never seen more anger than that in Alan’s eyes.

“Looks like possession won’t work with you but I’d bet anything you’d listen to my voice of doubt.”

She snapped her fingers, collecting one of the slugs possessing Alan, leaving just one to have fun with. Her eyes turned to Thomas with disappointment as his naked cock was never so triumphant and waiting as the evidence hung before her. Her hurt gaze follow her husband’s fingers inside the gypsy woman as her back arched beautifully from the bed. Edith would have given anything to bet that if she’d taken a man’s form, she’d chose one that was well endowed so that she could feel the gypsy’s quim around her as she came.

She pushed back her wanton thoughts and swiped a finger up Cassia’s leg and tasted her arousal. Edith’s veins filled with hatred as the demons sulkened back from their mistress’ glowing eyes.

“None of you is allowed to touch her again without my permission. Instead, do your job and torment him,” she waved carelessly to Alan.

She snapped her fingers and sent the three away as she was left with her tortured thoughts. Edith sat curled up in front of the roaring fire as the burned image refused to leave her sight. Her powerful possession was no match for the human feelings that her empty shell still felt. She sobbed, wondering why neither of the men would chose her and Cassia instead. She rocked back and forth, making the fire roar higher enough to hurt her skin. The blisters weren’t enough as she screamed and cursed, the demons knowing not to disappoint her as she wanted Cassia to suffer.

Thomas woke sweating as she tumbled from the bed, harder than he even been in his life. He looked up, seeing Edith in the bed, clothed and sound asleep as he pulled on his pants and ran. Thomas didn’t care where he was going until he ended up in the cold of the November night. He blinked, stopping in time as he looked over the edge of the steeply declined property to where his parents were found.

His head spun with images of only Cassia calling his name. His throat pinched painfully as he pounded his fists into the hard dirt with unspeakable fury. Something was wrong but he could not accept that he was the answer. It was his fault. Every bit of his growing madness was his own fault and was to show not evidence of leaving him. He opened his mouth and howled in grief to the clouding sky.

Cassia opened her eyes as Alan’s snarled lip got caught her attention. His lips formed at the base of her neck, sucking at her skin with a whine falling from her throat. The pain she could handle but something in her heart was telling her something wasn’t right. Alan nearly lunged at her mad with lust and other lingering words that he felt was only just a dream.

“Thomas…”

Her voice made his fingers curl into the sides of her legs as he pulled them apart and thrusted into her. Cassia gasped feeling the briefest moment of pain. Alan’s thumb pressed against her clit and made her voice raise as it drifted to the window the demons were glad enough to open, making a few drunken ears turned and chuckle.

Alan shifted his hips faster, claiming Cassia as his own though she did not feel like it.

“Wouldn’t she be the one if she was truly yours. She will not leave you if she has your child.”

The thought sent him feral as he lifted her legs over his arms and fucked her deeper into their bed. With her pregnant with his child, Cassia would truly be his and out of reach of Thomas Sharpe. Cassia’s nails piercing his skin brought him back as she cursed only his name, pleading with him.

“Alan,” she whimpered as his thumb refused to slow.

An audible whine from her and her release around his cock made him snarl with delight as he emptied himself in her. His moans coated the side of her neck as he lifted himself up away from Cassia. His head spun as he braced the side of the bed, feeling some relief as he reached for the open window. He ignored the laughing scum, cheering him in the street below as he sealed the window and drew the curtains closed.

Cassia turned to her side, her whole body bathed in bliss as Alan jerked the sheets from underneath them and pulled her flush to his chest.

“Perhaps I should play the damsel for you more, my love.”

Alan smiled, kissing the top of her humid brow with her disheveled hair flowing behind her. His arms wrapped around her wanting to feel her warm skin to his as the col began to linger. He held her until they fell asleep, haunted with memories of the dark room to flood his dreams to the reality that seemed like a dream.

Edith played the images again, clawing painfully into her skin as Alan’s form looked to the same thing. Fresh tears fell from her eyes as she refused to look at him.

“Why did you chose her when she does not love you?”

Edith’s voice rang in his ears as erased memories of Cassia and Thomas filled him with rage.

“S-Stop it.”

“Why? You wanted her so badly, now she is yours, you bastard. I hope you all burn.”

Alan woke, his heart torn tragically as Cassia slept with a peaceful smile to her lips. The whispers appeared softer in the back of his mind, suggesting him to hold on tighter to his wife, no matter what…