36. Virginal
Virginal
Eamon
I've waited two months for this.
Longer, if I'm being honest.
Truthfully, I think I've waited the entire century I've been alive for this moment.
Isla is genuinely the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen.
Naked and flushed red all over after the two orgasms brought all that pretty blood to the surface. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her heart pounding.
And all the little pieces of art across her flesh. Each bite mark feels like a connection. A place where our bodies have met, where she's allowed me to invade her flesh in a way no one else willingly has before. The blood drying on her skin, the whorls decorating her beautiful, tan, strong and fullbody. Every bit of proof of our love calls my name, a symphony and a painting created by and for us.
Her blood sings in my veins, the feeling one I recognize now, even though I was too blind to it months ago, the drugging feeling of having a part of her inside my veins clouding my thoughts. But now I understand why her blood lights me up in a way no one else's ever has, why it tastes like salvation.
I take my clawed hand and bring it up to my mouth, my eyes locked on Isla's, her pupils blown wide in anticipation.
I drag my thumb against a sharp canine, the slight pinch of pain as I break the skin making my heart pound.
Isla watches me, waiting patiently, her jaw dropping as blood blooms on the pad of my thumb.
"You know what this is?" I ask her, leaning over her and holding my hand above her gorgeous face, "What it means?"
She nods, captivated by the black liquid cascading down my thumb and wrist.
"You know that if you take this into your mouth, there's no going back," she nods again, her fingers twitching like she might reach for my hand and lick the liquid off of me herself. I start panting at how her need mirrors my own. "Yeah?"
"No going back," she confirms.
"And you know that after this, there will be no chance of you getting pregnant or having kids. Ever." This is the part that I thought might deter her. Children are something she wanted. Am I selfish enough to take that possibility from her?
She pauses in thought for just a brief moment before smiling, running her fingers gently along my jawline and cheekbone, tracing my features until she runs her hand over a velvety antler, bringing goosebumps to the surface across my arms and chest. "If I can't have your monstrous little demon babies, I don't want them anyway."
My heart aches with how much I love her, how much I wish I could pump her full of little fucking demon babies. But that's not in the cards for us. We'll have a family of our own making, even if it's not the traditional idea of a family she imagined. We have Bel, Cas, Mike, and Charlie. Hell, even Fritz, who is probably the only reason Bel made it through seeing Isla half-dead when we arrived at their home with a fucking medical team and a comatose patient.
"I don't know why you keep trying to talk me out of it," she chuckles, gazing up at my monstrous form. "I'm already in. You're stuck with me forever."
The thought of forever nearly brings tears to my eyes. I get forever with the strongest, most challenging, bravest person I've ever known.
More than once, she's asked for this. Both the bonding and for me to fuck her in my true form. But if she takes me like this, even after all the stretching her open and the orgasms, it's gonna fucking hurt, and I need to make sure she can recover from it. The bonding has to come first. Nothing matters more than protecting her.
"Okay," I beam. "You ready?"
Her eyes glaze as she nods once, entranced by the black, pearlescent liquid nearly dripping from my wrist. She stays perfectly still, aside from her panting breaths, waiting for me to make the final step.
"Open your mouth," I quietly order.
Without pause, she spreads those kiss-swollen lips, her pink tongue darting out between them to give me a bigger target.
As a single drip falls from my hand and splashes against the corner of her mouth and cheek, she gasps, her tongue searching for it instantly and licking up the small amount, smearing it across her lip.
"More," she sighs, whether because the magic needs more or just because she's so fucking hungry for it, I have no clue. Already, I can feel something stirring in my chest. A warmth I've never felt, like a piece of the sun resides in the cavity, growing stronger every second.
I run a claw against the inside of my palm, creating a solid sluice of blood, squeezing my hand tightly to urge all that liquid out, letting it rain gently down over Isla's mouth, coating her lips and chin with the inky substance.
Her pupils blow comically wide, her chest rising and falling even faster as the bond takes hold inside both of us. Deep inside me, wherever my twisted soul resides, I can feel a tendril of hers wrapped tightly around it. I can feel every bit of the love cascading inside her as she looks at me, every ounce of hope and fear, every wall she's fighting against.
If there was ever a time to fear vulnerability, this is it.
With this connection blazing between us, there are no more secrets, nowhere else we could hide.
And I love it.
I don't want to spend another second with anything between us, no clothes, no boundaries. Everything I am and everything she is, somehow, we're one, just as we were meant to be.
My lips land on hers fiercely, the coppery tang of her blood mixing with the sickly sweetness of mine, twisting and contorting together on our tongues as they tangle together, my tongue filling and caressing every corner of her mouth with its excessive size.
Her panting moans drive me deeper into the madness we've created, my far too large mouth dominating hers while mybodydoes the same, pinning her to the counter while my clawed hands traverse every inch, smearing black blood across her tits, between them, all the way down her stomach.
Goosebumps break out across her skin in the wake of my claws. Her fingers dig little half-moons into my back, pulling me closer. Her skilled fingers work lower, digging into the half-ruined pants I was wearing, stripping them until my dick bobs free, landing and smearing precum against her inner thigh.
We both groan at the sensation of me finally being near her warmth again after so long.
Trepidation floods her veins, her panting breaths giving away her nerves.
"Baby," I pull away, staring down at the reddish gray smudge across her lower face, the mess of bodily fluids bathing her. "We don't have to do this."
Her brows furrow, and she pulls me closer by one of my antlers, sending sparks of pleasure all the way down to my dick. Planting sloppy kisses against my skin, across my jaw, licking and sucking more of our bloody bonding off me, reveling in it like it's fucking ambrosia.
"We're doing this," she pants, writhing and leaving scores from her nails down my back, making me shiver. My dick jumps, the giant appendage screaming at me to shut the fuck up and spear this gorgeous little spitfire on it. "We'll just have to go nice and slow."
A tendril of fear curls around my chest. Worry that I'll seriously harm her, that it won't be as fun as she thinks it's going to be. I know she's a little fucking masochist and craves the pain, but some pain is fun, and some is just torturous.
I can already see the little puncture marks I left across her beautiful skin before healing, the bonding of our souls protecting her from any damage. Part of me will miss the way her skin purpled and bled freely for me, but knowing I can tear into her and play with the scarlet pumping through her veins without ever harming her is a balm over every worry I could ever have.
No one will ever be able to hurt her again.
Her blood is useless to the Sanctum now. Her uterus equally so.
She's completely free to do as she pleases. Free from anything they might want from her.
"I love you," I sigh, taking just another brief moment to gaze at herbody, the scars across her abdomen disappearing, taking with them the final reminders of what happened to her. "I can't believe you're mine."
Tears threaten to well up in her eyes before she blinks them away. "I love you, too." She tells me. "Now, if you don't get that big cock inside me in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to kick your ass."
"Yes, ma'am," I chuckle, gripping the dick in question, rubbing it through her messy pussy. She moans, trying to writhe on it, and I tsk, "It looks as though I'm going to need more lube, though."
She whines, wiggling her hips underneath me, trying to take me inside her.
With a quick swipe of my claw, I draw a line down her thigh, blood welling only inches from her gorgeous cavern.
A surprised gasp leaves her lips, her pupils dilating further from the pain, the instincts in herbodybegging her to fight back.
"Shh," I coo, dragging my dick through the scarlet warmth leaking from her leg, the wound swiftly closing already. "You're okay."
She nods, watching as I coat myself in her blood, using it to get my cock ready for her tight channel. With a depraved moan, she reaches for it, pumping it lazily, taking control of me,bodyand soul, with barely any effort at all.
Thoroughly soaked in blood and the liquid already dribbling from herbodyand mine, she positions the giant head at her entrance, her heat beckoning me inside, the scent of her pussy making me feral, the sight of herbodyprepping to take me so goddamn hot I don't know how long I'll last once I finally get in there.
"Baby," I bring her attention to me, making her focus on my face and not the giant monster about to invade herbody.
Her bright eyes meet mine, "Yeah?"
A salacious grin pulls at my lips, the monster inside me immensely pleased and ready to take my fucking prize. "I'm gonna fucking ruin you."
Before she can respond, I notch the head of my cock inside her, the hot pressure around it so intense neither one of us breathes for a second. It's so intense it almost hurts, squeezing around the blunt tip as herbodyfights against the intrusion.
Her hips wiggle, trying to escape the intensity, and I pin her in place with one hand, using the other to hold myself up, unable to move or even think.
A whine escapes Isla, her brows pinched in discomfort as she focuses on her breathing.
If I were to bury myself all the way in one thrust, I know it's going to take her from discomfort to outright pain, and I don't want to do that, as much as my dick wants to drive further into her warmth and stretch her by force.
Inch by painstaking inch, I work deeper and deeper, her hot, pink cunt stretching obscenely around me, barely able to swallow me. Every second I'm inside her, she whines and whimpers, her fingers digging painfully into my back and shoulder.
"It aches ," she finally whimpers. "God, it's so fucking big."
I can't even beam at the masculine pride flooding my veins. Knowing I'm stretching her out, that I'm reaching places no one else ever could, it makes my dick sing with pleasure, but the protective part of me that only wants her safe and sound almost can't take it.
"I can stop," I grit out, already preparing to change into my smaller size. Now that I'm inside her warmth, god, I don't think I could ever leave, but I can shrink and still make her squeal with it.
"No!" she shouts, her fingers digging into one of my ass cheeks, keeping me right in place, even driving me further inside while she cries out. "Don't stop— fuck , I wanna take it all."
A wicked growl barrels out of my chest. This fiery little minx wants to take every fucking inch, wants to struggle through it and feel me all the way in her fucking organs. And I can't deny her, no matter how much I want to keep her safe.
With a final push, I drive all the way in, my whole shaft disappearing into Isla'sbody.
And I do feel like a fucking virgin. Every time Isla and I have fucked has been earth-shattering. But this is otherworldly. There are no words for how tightly wrapped her pussy is around me, how closely connected I feel to her, how overwhelmingly emotional it makes me to give her this piece of me.
She screams as I bottom out, her eyes slamming shut as she fights against the pain I know she must be feeling.
Panting, sobbing breaths escape her chest, an almost frantic energy to them.
And staying still isn't going to help either of us.
With as gentle of motions as I can, I ease out only an inch or two, pushing back in with a feral groan. Christ, she feels so good. So wet and warm, every inch of her walls pressing against me, drowning me in pleasure inside her.
A sharp cry leaves her throat as I thrust again, a small sob wracking herbody.
"I know, gorgeous," I tell her through gritted teeth. "You're doing great. Taking me so fucking well."
With another small pump, finally, her muscles start to relax, her cunt allowing me to start driving us towards pleasure. Isla screams again, the sound breathy and wild, her hips moving to meet my thrusts.
"There you go, my love," I drop my head, letting my tongue fall from my mouth and trace against her heated skin, my movements becoming more smooth as herbodyblossoms with pleasure for me. "There's my good girl."
She whines, her eyes rolling back into her head. "It hurts."
A sick sort of pride fills my chest. I don't really want to hurt Isla, but my dick absolutely does. Wants to destroy her hot, messy little pussy and make her scream from the forced painful pleasure.
"Yeah, I know, honey." I sink my teeth gently into one of her tits, my teeth grazing the hardened bud just enough to make blood well from the tiny cut. "But you love it, don't you?"
She nods frantically, but I really need to hear her say it.
With a brutal thrust that makes her scream, I order, "Tell me you love it."
If I can keep her mind focused on trying to form words instead of the pain, I can make this so fucking good for her. She's already taking it so well, swallowing up every inch like she was made for me, made to take my dick in either form over and over again.
"I love it," she whimpers, "Harder."
Jesus Fucking Christ.
"Harder?" I pant, moving faster, bottoming out inside her with every pump, pulling screams and chants of my name from her throat as I do. "You want it harder?"
She squeals, her tight channel flexing around me, driving me crazy.
I grip her hip roughly, dragging herbodyup and down the counter to meet each harsh drive of my hips into her, watching her face morph into one of sordid bliss, her mouth wide open, loosing scream after scream.
I glance down at where our bodies meet, the vision of her soaking my dick, her pink-tinged slick dribbling out between us, so fucking filthy and beautiful she has to see it, too.
I firmly wrap my clawed hand around the back of her head, gripping her hair and making her watch as my bloodied, slicked- up cock spreads her pussy to obscenity, her cunt stretched to its limit around me, swallowing me up over and over.
The sounds of my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust are drowned out by Isla's frantic shrieks, her nails breaking the skin of my back and asscheek as I piston into her like a fucking animal, growling and grunting and punishing my beautiful girls cunt.
I don't even have any warning before she comes undone with a wild shout, her pussy clenching and relaxing around me painfully hard, the whole channel pulsing and trying to draw me in farther, pulling me and milking my dick until I'm on the verge of exploding inside her.
"Oh, Isla, baby— fuck , yeah, look at you." I growl, "Look at how perfectly you come on this fucking dick. It's too big for you, but you're loving taking every inch, my perfect little monster-cock slut."
Isla can't stop coming, can't come down from the high as long as I keep brutally hitting deep inside, all the way to her fucking cervix, her squeals and screams music to my ears, her unintelligible shrieks as herbodyshakes, driving me further and further, desperate to draw out this pleasure as long as possible before mine takes me.
Christ, I'll never recover from the orgasm I know is about to pummel me from the inside out.
Tears stream down her gorgeous face, her mascara running and smudging, leaving every fucking inch of her usually pristine visage a fucking mess; from her face to herbody, everything is smeared with sweat and blood, the only thing fucking missing is my cum.
With a loud shout that I have no hope of stopping, I finally let myself come, filling Isla's cunt with it so wholly, pumping roughly through the whole orgasm, watching as the bloody cum gets pushed out of herbody, smearing between both of our bodies, coating us both in it as I work us both well into overstimulation, Isla's desperate pleas of mercy making my blood sing as she keeps coming, keeps gushing all over us.
Finally sated, I release her hair, letting her fall flat on her back to catch her breath.
I don't want to leave the warmth of herbody, don't want this connection to ever end.
But there's no way she can take more of this without it going past good pain well into bad pain.
So, instead of pulling out, I transform into my smaller size, staying put right where I belong inside her.
She sighs in relief, her eyes fluttering as they find mine.
She's so beautiful. So fucking strong. And so fucking mine.
I plant my lips on hers, closing my eyes and savoring her, indulging in all the scents and flavors around us, reveling in the feeling of herbodypressed tightly against mine, her otherworldly pussy sheathing my cock.
Slowly, I start moving inside her again, ready to earn those other five orgasms she still fucking owes me.
"So this is it, huh?" Isla asks, settling on the couch beside me with a book in her hand.
She hands it to me, and I twist it, looking at it from every angle. The only thing more strange than the look of it is the smell. It smells old and very, very dead. With a tinge of what I can only imagine is all the ways Alastor tried to destroy it.
"The Sanctus Sculitis Benedici," I say aloud, handing it back to her. "Somehow I don't think I'm supposed to be the one to touch it."
Just holding it gave me the fucking creeps. Something evil lives inside that book. If I had been paying any attention before, I would have felt it. But now that I have the time to notice, I can feel the way it warps everything around it, like it sucks all the life and joy out of the world.
Isla opens it, immediately slamming it closed.
"What?" I ask her, "What's in there?"
"It's made out of human flesh," she heaves, letting it dangle from her fingers like it's a fucking snake.
"How can you tell?"
"How can't you?" she asks me.
It just looks like old leather to me, so I shrug, wondering if she can see it in a way that I just can't. If only hunters can see it for what it is.
"You need to get rid of it," she tells me, tossing it onto the coffee table. "I... I don't want it here."
I genuinely don't understand the fear I can feel clawing up her throat, the way just having it within proximity seems to suffocate her. But if she needs it to be far, far away from her, then that's what we'll do.
I blow out a breath, sending the fucking thing through the Aether into my office downstairs to deal with later. "Come here."
She crawls into my lap, rubbing her fingers together as if she could wipe off whatever bad energy was inside the book.
"I've been thinking," I tell her.
"Dangerous, but okay," she laughs.
I pinch her ass, grinning at her smart mouth, "Anyway, I was thinking about this already and I think maybe your reaction to the book is a good an opportunity as any to bring it up."
She raises a single immaculate brow, "Yeah?"
"What if instead of getting the book out of here, it's you and I who leave?" I ease her hair off her shoulder, leaning in to kiss her collarbone.
"Why would we leave?" she asks, leaning away from my wandering lips. "We just got here."
"Well," I pull her closer, chastely planting my lips on hers. "Things have changed."
Her eyes narrow suspiciously.
"Now that we are bonded, as you know, your uterus is no longer at risk of being used to grow their ranks, but your blood is also... tainted," I can't think of a better word.
"Tainted?" she smirks.
I scratch the back of my neck, not really having prepared a good way to tell her any of this. "Yeah, I mean it's all mixed up and jumbled with mine, now. I can smell it on you."
She laughs outright, throwing her head back, "Does it smell good at least?"
A playful growl rumbles my chest as I lean in and graze her pulse with my teeth, "Fucking delicious."
Pushing me away again, she looks around the bunker, "Are you saying I can leave?"
"Well, yeah, but don't be too fucking excited about it," I don't want her to want to leave.
"Where would we go?" she asks, putting a balm over every worry I had about her desire to escape this place.
"Wherever you want," I shrug. "I mean we can't be reckless because they're still probably going to be looking for Al and some revenge. We need fake ID's, but I can get those fairly easily. But for the most part, we can just... live. If the Sanctum comes knocking, they're going to be very disappointed, but they can't kill you, can't breed you, can't bleed you. You were already more of a threat to them than they were to you, now it's not even close."
Her eyes water, so hungry for this freedom that she can't contain it.
"Why didn't you tell me all this before?" she asks, carding her fingers through my hair. "That bonding us together would fix all my problems?"
Insecurity makes my skin crawl, and I sigh, running a hand down my face, "Well, partially because I didn't think the magic would like it very much if you bonded with me only to protect yourself. We don't know enough about the bonding to know about the loopholes and dangers of skirting around consent."
"And the other part?"
"I just wanted you to want me, for no other reason. And if you knew everything, I would have wondered forever if you only chose me because it would keep you safe from your enemies. It sounds stupid, I-"
She stops my rambling with her lips on mine, wrapping her arms around my neck and plastering herbodyto me. "It's not stupid," she kisses me again. "But let's be clear. I would choose you no matter the risks. Even if it changed nothing, even if it put me more at risk, I would always choose you."
I'm not sure I'll ever be worthy of her, of her love and her devotion. But I'm gonna take it all for as long as I walk this earth.
"So where are we going?" I break the kiss apart, wondering where she wants to go first.
"The bedroom," she sinks her teeth into my lower lip, pulling on it as she straddles me, making her intentions perfectly clear. "Then the shower. Then probably the kitchen again."
"Yeah?" I stand, my hands firmly gripping her ass to take her exactly where she wants to be.
"Yeah," she beams, "And then we can take it from there. I'm thinking Greece."
"Greece, it is."
"Eamon," she worries her lip with her teeth.
I stop walking, worried by the change of tone, "What's wrong, babe?"
"I don't know. Doesn't this all just feel a little... unfinished?" she continues, "I mean, the Sanctum is still out there. We may have freed some people, but in the long run, the bad guys are still being bad."
I wish I had a better answer for her, but this feeling of unfinished business is one I've had with the Sanctus Sculitis for a century now.
"Some stories have no end. No big climactic fight. Just a series of tiny victories and defeats, slowly working towards balance." I kiss her again. "You've done what you can. You've done more good than most people will ever be able to accomplish. And now, all we can really do is wait it out until their weapons stop working, thanks to Alastor."
What I don't tell her is that while her story concerning the Sanctum is over, I fear Alastor's is just beginning. Not because I need to hide it from her; I won't hide anything from her anymore. But she'll hear about it from him soon enough, I'm sure.
He's become a vital part of my team, as much of a pain in the ass as he is. He's hungry for the fight, almost brutally committed to it. As much as Isla hates him and hates what he did to Bel, there's no denying that he's doing everything possible to pay for his sins. They were both destroyed by the same people since childhood, and in deconstructing the brainwashing, they're going to need each other, going to need someone else who understands.
But Al and the Sanctum, and quite frankly, the whole world, can wait.
For now, I just want to indulge in my girl, make all her dreams come true.