Requiem of Love (Erik's Side of the Story)
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,079
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Wicked Thoughts
I took her hand and we treaded out of the water. Once we we’re out she started trembling.
“Are you cold my little mermaid?” I asked slyly.
“Yes” she replied, voice shaking.
I decided I’d better make a fire and get us cleaned up before we both caught ill. She went to fetch some water and cloths as I was kneeling to light the hearth. I looked at her over my shoulder as the fire started to come to life. I noticed how the glow of the flames accentuated the way her dress was so desperately clinging to her body, the way her back and the curve of her hips were struggling against the wet fabric. I could feel my body beginning to stir and the stiffening between my legs. “Don’t you dare,” I told the sleeping dragon that was threatening to awaken, “Don’t you even think about it.”
She snuggled up next to me as I heated up the bucket of water. To my surprise, I didn’t try to push her away. I wanted to savor the sensation of the warmth of her arm against mine.
“Aren’t you going to take your mask off?” She asked.
“No, it’s fine,” I replied quietly, turning to face back towards the fire. I couldn’t look at her if I were going to keep that dagger between my legs from trying to get out. My eyes stayed focused to the fire as I explored my thoughts.
Even though I was no ordinary man, I was a man just the same. I yearned for a woman’s touch. In the past, through disguise and cleverness, I was able to woo certain ladies of society at the many costume balls and galas thrown throughout the years. However, it was never me they were giving themselves to; it was the allure of the Phantom they craved. For me, those liaisons were just a hollow physical release, something to tide me over until my next sexual urge became too great to ignore and needed to be satisfied.
It had been a long time since I’d experienced any womanly affection of that kind. I knew I could still stage a seduction easily enough, on any number of women, if I wanted to; but ever since I realized my love for my Angel, I had ceased with my conquests. Having her close was enough for me. In fact, it was EVERYTHING to me. The thought of ever doing anything to lose her killed me. I realized I’d better speak before I drove myself mad.
“Angel, you look like you’re a million miles away.” I said to her.
She quickly replied, “I’m right here.”
“What were you thinking just now?” I asked.
“Oh nothing, it’s so silly really. I was just thinking how it looked like you were going to drown me back in the lake.”
I knew she was lying. She’d probably been wondering why I wouldn’t remove my mask even though it was wet. I went along with her answer because I did not want to go down that road again about my face. “I’m sorry if I scared you back there Angel. You know I would never hurt you, at least not intentionally,” I said before placing a kiss on her hand.
“I know Erik,” she reassured me, squeezing my hand softly.
I decided I’d better break up this moment or I’d have no choice but to take her lips with mine. “Come, the water is nice and hot and we really should get cleaned up,” I said, placing the cloths around the bucket and lifting it out of the fire. As I dipped the cloths in the water and wrung them out, the hot wetness ran down my hands and forearms. God, I wished that water had been ice cold. I needed it to be freezing at this point. I handed her a couple of cloths and told her to freshen up behind the screen of my dressing area where there was soap and other toiletries. Shortly after she went behind the changing screen she noticed the piles of costumes, jewelry and props I had recently acquired.
“I see someone’s been raiding the costume department, haven’t they?!” she shouted.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Those we’re a gift from the Costume Fairy!” I yelled back. I loved the way my Angel could bring out my sense of humor, something I rarely had reason to show.
Once I was certain that my Angel was no longer in sight, I eagerly took off my wet clothes and began to wash up. I started singing a Puccini Aria to soothe my mind and body. I began to try and get some added relief by rubbing on my throbbing member and its counterparts, but after a few seconds thought better of it; considering there was my Angel not more than 20 feet away, only separated by a nicely decorated wooden changing screen. She could come out at any moment, a thought that both frightened and excited me. “Angel, be sure to warn me before you come out,” I yelled, just to be on the safe side. I closed my eyes and continued to sing. My thoughts began to imagine her bathing, the suds rolling down her neck, her back, her breasts and her ... “Damn it Erik, get a hold of yourself! You mustn’t think that way about your Angel.” I scolded myself once again. I interrupted the mental beating I was giving myself because I felt almost as if I were being watched. I turned around and noticed she was still behind the screen. I focused on finishing washing up and getting dressed while suppressing the images I’d just imagined.
“Erik, may I come out now?” she asked, sounding so innocent.
“Yes Angel, I’m decent. You may come out.” I replied, feeling guilty.
“Are you cold my little mermaid?” I asked slyly.
“Yes” she replied, voice shaking.
I decided I’d better make a fire and get us cleaned up before we both caught ill. She went to fetch some water and cloths as I was kneeling to light the hearth. I looked at her over my shoulder as the fire started to come to life. I noticed how the glow of the flames accentuated the way her dress was so desperately clinging to her body, the way her back and the curve of her hips were struggling against the wet fabric. I could feel my body beginning to stir and the stiffening between my legs. “Don’t you dare,” I told the sleeping dragon that was threatening to awaken, “Don’t you even think about it.”
She snuggled up next to me as I heated up the bucket of water. To my surprise, I didn’t try to push her away. I wanted to savor the sensation of the warmth of her arm against mine.
“Aren’t you going to take your mask off?” She asked.
“No, it’s fine,” I replied quietly, turning to face back towards the fire. I couldn’t look at her if I were going to keep that dagger between my legs from trying to get out. My eyes stayed focused to the fire as I explored my thoughts.
Even though I was no ordinary man, I was a man just the same. I yearned for a woman’s touch. In the past, through disguise and cleverness, I was able to woo certain ladies of society at the many costume balls and galas thrown throughout the years. However, it was never me they were giving themselves to; it was the allure of the Phantom they craved. For me, those liaisons were just a hollow physical release, something to tide me over until my next sexual urge became too great to ignore and needed to be satisfied.
It had been a long time since I’d experienced any womanly affection of that kind. I knew I could still stage a seduction easily enough, on any number of women, if I wanted to; but ever since I realized my love for my Angel, I had ceased with my conquests. Having her close was enough for me. In fact, it was EVERYTHING to me. The thought of ever doing anything to lose her killed me. I realized I’d better speak before I drove myself mad.
“Angel, you look like you’re a million miles away.” I said to her.
She quickly replied, “I’m right here.”
“What were you thinking just now?” I asked.
“Oh nothing, it’s so silly really. I was just thinking how it looked like you were going to drown me back in the lake.”
I knew she was lying. She’d probably been wondering why I wouldn’t remove my mask even though it was wet. I went along with her answer because I did not want to go down that road again about my face. “I’m sorry if I scared you back there Angel. You know I would never hurt you, at least not intentionally,” I said before placing a kiss on her hand.
“I know Erik,” she reassured me, squeezing my hand softly.
I decided I’d better break up this moment or I’d have no choice but to take her lips with mine. “Come, the water is nice and hot and we really should get cleaned up,” I said, placing the cloths around the bucket and lifting it out of the fire. As I dipped the cloths in the water and wrung them out, the hot wetness ran down my hands and forearms. God, I wished that water had been ice cold. I needed it to be freezing at this point. I handed her a couple of cloths and told her to freshen up behind the screen of my dressing area where there was soap and other toiletries. Shortly after she went behind the changing screen she noticed the piles of costumes, jewelry and props I had recently acquired.
“I see someone’s been raiding the costume department, haven’t they?!” she shouted.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Those we’re a gift from the Costume Fairy!” I yelled back. I loved the way my Angel could bring out my sense of humor, something I rarely had reason to show.
Once I was certain that my Angel was no longer in sight, I eagerly took off my wet clothes and began to wash up. I started singing a Puccini Aria to soothe my mind and body. I began to try and get some added relief by rubbing on my throbbing member and its counterparts, but after a few seconds thought better of it; considering there was my Angel not more than 20 feet away, only separated by a nicely decorated wooden changing screen. She could come out at any moment, a thought that both frightened and excited me. “Angel, be sure to warn me before you come out,” I yelled, just to be on the safe side. I closed my eyes and continued to sing. My thoughts began to imagine her bathing, the suds rolling down her neck, her back, her breasts and her ... “Damn it Erik, get a hold of yourself! You mustn’t think that way about your Angel.” I scolded myself once again. I interrupted the mental beating I was giving myself because I felt almost as if I were being watched. I turned around and noticed she was still behind the screen. I focused on finishing washing up and getting dressed while suppressing the images I’d just imagined.
“Erik, may I come out now?” she asked, sounding so innocent.
“Yes Angel, I’m decent. You may come out.” I replied, feeling guilty.