Chapter 24 White dripping down her face (H)
Somewhere in the empire, there is a young man holding a brush filled with colors from a paint while looking at his art.
The room is big and slightly dark and only one window gave light to the room. Others were covered with black cloth.
The room is filled with paintings and statues. All of the same subject, only on a different angle.
The young man brushed the color frantically in the blank canvas.
As first it looked like rugged movements, but after a few moments, surprisingly it is an image of a woman whose hand was kissed.
It is Aillenne Zannoah Winston.
His familiar bird flew to his side and watched the painting with him and admired it for a few moments.
The blushed cheeks, red lips, small face and a cute flower crown on her head came to view.
'Wow you payn tho well! (Wow you paint so well!)"
His ears became red when he heard the unexpected praise.
He has never heard any praise ever since he was born. It was the first praise he ever got.
The obviously young girl smiled brightly like a sun blinding the boy.
"Youl eyths wel altho pwetty. Youl a cyuth kid. Can we be fwends? (Your eyes were also pretty. You're a cute kid. Can we be friends?"
He started tearing up. His heart had a fine crack and the young child entered it unknowingly. He wanted to cherish and take her with him.
He wanted to see her smile always then talk about things like flowers and paintings. He wanted to show magic then play together.
Ever since then, he would let his familiar follow the girl and bring back images from its core for him to paint. But oftentimes, he would come visit her on the night to touch and watch her sleep.
There were images from when she is still young to now. He even had the paintings of when she died. It is his most arduous work and it was completed for a week. He tried not to paint the girl as he slowly went mad about the thought of losing her. And when she was revived again, he danced in joy and painted enthusiastically of her everyday image wishing to see her once again.
The bird flew away when he gave it food then he slightly closed the window, enough for some light to pass.
He looked through his painting that is drawn vividly in a much bigger canvas. It is an image where Derrick licked Aillenne's neck. The angle looked so erotic and the tent in Derrick's pants looked so vivid.
The innocent Aillenne looked so sensual, so innocent and asleep while being licked by her brother. Her legs were exposed and Derrick's hands were touching inside her thighs.
Aillenne's naive. Many young men wanted to taste her. Even her brother covets her body.
Such young body being touched now by two young men, one is her own brother then him.
Among the people he knew who wanted her the most, no one could still beat him.
The place where Derrick wanted to explore was already eaten by him.
He touched the painting near Aillenne's lips, neck, then finally, her thighs. Then he slowly unbuckled his pants that is bulging and having a tent like Derrick, letting it fall on the floor.
He grabbed his stiff and erect cock and pounded it while looking and caressing the inanimate picture of Aillenne.
He moaned her name while thinking about his penis being held by her. Her soft and cool touch...and the warm liquid her white and fine vagina were drooling. He placed his cock in the painting where Aillenne's thigh were being held by Derrick. He rubbed and rub his staff while moaning excitedly.
He pounded and pounded his penis using a lot of force until a stream of semen spurted and dripped down the floor and some on the painting.
So lewd.
He wanted more.
He wanted to feel Aillenne's touch again. He wanted to feel her again. That calming feeling when he is with her made him crave her presence.
"I want to fuck her senseless and fill her belly with my cum."
By that thought his cock sprang to life. Thoughts on how and where to fuck Aillenne filled his head.
He had to make way and be able to escape the mansion.
Obsession and madness was painted on his own being. He wanted her so badly that it's making him crazier than he is.