Chapter 22
Portarius
DON’T LET ME GO - RAIGN ?
The red sun sets somewhere behind us as we stand on the edge of the porch, facing the dark water of the Gate.
“I can sense them. I'm not sure how many, but they are on the fringe of my land. They'll be waiting to see what I'll do. See if I’ll retaliate.” I look out toward the horizon, where the road to Inferloch lies. Where they sit and bide their time.
“You'll stay with me, right? You're not going to go after them?” She questions, her brow furrowed.
“No, not even the Devil herself could stop me from walking into the Gate with you.” I reach down and cup her cheek, slowly stroking my thumb across her smooth skin. “The moon flames will soon appear. We must go.”
I grasp her small hand in mine. It does not feel real, being so close to something I never thought could truly be mine.
“Wait! The Devil is a woman?” She questions, gently pulling on my grip.
“She is a female, yes,” I answer, gesturing for her to step off the porch.
“I just thought … we all say the Devil is a man on Earth.”
“I fear you just answered your own question, Emmie. On Earth, yes, the Devil is man. Here in Hell, however, we believe in the strongest having overall authority. She maintains an equilibrium among us all. It is something only a female could achieve. This is why only male Gatekeepers are born. A female is a gift to be treasured, to be earned, sacrificed for. We would have obsession if the males ruled, but with a female, we have peace.”
I give her hand the smallest of tugs as she steps to join me, and even in the fading light, you can see the blades of grass turn to face her. The silent sigh of their contentment spreading with every step she takes.
“So she rules all Seven Realms then? Does she ever come here? I always just assumed it was the same as what we know of Hell back on Earth.”
She looks so innocent when she's excited like this. I must remember to talk about our realms in better detail with her tomorrow.
“She oversees them all, yes, but she does not rule. She will step in only if required. Realm Six is known for its fierce emperor, and she does not interfere. A natural order will almost always fall into place.” I shudder from the thought of Emmie having ended up in that realm.
It is a place where you require coin to survive, and as all who pass through the Gate arrive naked, there would be no chance of success unless you were sold into the elite circles.
“I am glad you did not pass through another Gate. That you found your way to me,” I whisper, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head.
Walking down the jetty, the moon flames begin their ascent into the night sky, one I will remember for all of my days. The first night of us. We stand at the same place we first met, having cemented our want for each other in only seven days.
“You are a great beauty in your dress my sweet Emmie. It will be a perfect reminder of our bonding.” She looks up at me, gleaming under my praise, and I can't quite believe she will be mine.
Standing at the edge of the jetty, I remove my pants, having taken to walking around shirtless after noticing the way Emmie looks at me with fire in her eyes.
Smiling over how I thought she was offended by my naked form on our first day together.
Reaching out, I gently slip the strap of her dress from her shoulder, repeating the same action on the other side.
The loose fabric falls, sliding over her perfect breasts before she shimmies her hips a little, letting the rest of it slide to the warm wooden planks we stand upon.
I take a step down into the water, my feet disappearing beneath the darkness. This will be the hardest step for her. It was unfortunate that their first meeting was a hostile one. It is clear she is hesitant, the fear and concern written all over her face.
“Trust me, Emmie,” I say, reaching out my hand.
Her lips are pressed thin, and determination appears on her furrowed brow.
She takes one confident step out of her dress, clasping onto my hand before slowly lowering her other foot into the water.
The Gate hums, a small ripple spreading across the still water from where her foot enters.
I step down again. With each step, she follows me until I am waist high, the water level with her shoulders.
Her breathing is steady but heavy, and I'm glad I have prepared everything in advance to allow her to rest tomorrow.
A bonding will steal the energy from the strongest of soldiers, and she does not have even close to those reserves.
She must relax if she is to last the night.
Stepping off the submerged platform, I am suspended at the perfect height for her.
The Gate holding me where I need to be. “Trust me, Emmie,” I repeat, pressing myself against the edge of the submerged jetty, opening both arms for her.
She takes a shuffled step and then another, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body relaxing against mine.
She is safe in my arms as we drift away from the jetty, our bodies dropping further into the water until only our heads are above the surface.
“Portarius?” she whimpers, eyes wide with worry.
Pressing my mouth to hers in a slow kiss, I mumble the words, “Trust me,” one more time before swiping my tongue across the seam of her lips, willing them to open.
Mouth kisses are my second favourite after cunt kisses, and I hope they will ease her worries.
Our tongues are lost in an endless passion of desire as the Gate slowly lowers us into the water.
Sinking down lower and lower until not even the soft glow of the moon flames can reach us.
Moving one hand behind her head, the other goes to her delicious, round ass, and I hold her as close as I can possibly manage.
Her hips rock against me, and I'm confident she has surrendered to sensation. .
She is exactly where she needs to be.
The pull in my chest grows, our bond coming to life as I reluctantly pull my mouth away. Her eyelids flutter as my hands explore her body. Shadows move around us, touching and stroking her. Maintaining a seductive euphoria.
What lies in the depths of the Gate is unknown to the rest of the realms. This is my Gate.
My secret to keep, and it will soon be ours to share.
Spirits float all around us, powerful beings that manage the Gate and those who pass through, as well as create vessels for me to use.
Equina is a creation of their energy and is submissive only to me.
Translucent hands roam her body. They judge our bond, our connection.
Inspecting every part of her. Her hair floats in the water, threads of silk fanning out in the gentle current made by the spirit's movement.
Her eyes fluttered shut under our ministrations, and I watch as the glow in her chest grows brighter.
A similar glow of my own erupting from my chest as the light splinters and breaks.
Shards of light wrapping around each other as our bond takes place.
The head of my cock nestles at the entrance of her cunt, strategically placed by the spirits conducting the ceremony.
Soft whimpers turn to moans as I take hold of her hips, easing her down on my hard length.
Her pussy firmly grips my cock, a warmth sucking me deeper.
It is a marvel I've not felt, my hand more like sandpaper than the soft warmth of her cunt.
My shoulders drop, and I feel whole. A completeness I didn't know I was missing.
My breath catches as she sinks past each ridge.
Her body trembles until she is firmly sheathed, head flinging back as she moans loudly.
The Gate sustains us both, filling our lungs with its life force, encouraging our connection.
I have never felt energy as explosive as this.
Her eyes open, slowly, cautiously, looking over my face as her hips rock against mine.
Bottomless pools of darkness as the Gate challenges every cell in her body for acceptance.
Her fingers grasp onto my shoulder, digging her nails in, and the tension inside me builds.
We are suspended, held in place by several thousand spirits, all who touch and caress our bodies.
My pace increases, and a guttural groan leaves me as soon as my spina extends.
The first time it has left my cock and embedded in the sacred cave of a female.
Her moans grow louder still, her back arched, allowing me to look down at where we are connected.
My spina meets resistance, pushing harder into her womb so it can lock in place, giving us the best chance to breed.
Having pleasured Emmie over the last few days, I am aware there is more than one area I can satisfy, and I move my thumb over what she taught me was her clit.
Pressing into it as we move. My spina opens, a waterfall of ecstasy bringing every cell between us to life, and I can feel the first waves of her rapture.
A muted purple glow shines through her belly as ropes of my seed begin to fill her.
She pulls at me, bringing my head close to her, and the moment our lips touch, she opens her eyes.
A blinding white light shines back at me, and I could weep from the sight of it.
Her body vibrates against mine, our souls joined, our bond in place.
The connection growing stronger as each second passes.
I gently move my thumb over her clit, extending her pleasure as much as possible.
In the future, we will still lock together like this.
It is such a simple connection but one that completes me fully.
There will never be a day where she does not have my seed dripping from her.
A constant reminder of our connection and the bond we share.