Chapter 24
Portarius
Ihave speared Emmie on my cock more times than I ever thought possible, and each and every time, she welcomes me into her body.
I’m lying almost on top of her as she snores gently beside me, trying to be as close as physically possible.
Her body squirms against mine, and I feel my semi hard cock come to life, nestled in the crook of her ass.
“Emmie? I need you.” I purr into her ear, licking my tongue along its edge.
Ever so slightly, I roll my hips until my length slides in and out of the apex of her thighs.
She shoves her elbow at me, and I move back so I'm no longer smothering her.
Smiling at her confidence, she frees her leg, throwing it over my hip, opening herself to me.
With her eyes still closed, she reaches between her legs, guiding just the tip of my cock inside her, letting out a little whimper before returning to sleep.
I'm frozen as she does all of this, looking at her as she resumes her gentle snores, and her body lies limp against me.
Sweet moon flames above, is she … can I … slowly I start to roll my hips. Easing myself inside her a little more with each thrust. My body tremors with the restraint. She trusts me enough to take her at her most vulnerable, and it makes me want to plunge into her.
But I don't.
I move my hand to her clit, rolling it between two fingers while I maintain a steady rhythm.
The moment my spina pierces her womb, a shiver rolls through her, a subtle moan interrupting her slumber.
I have exhausted her, and even though she will eventually hold the same sleep patterns as me, her body needs time to heal and adjust to being bonded.
My eyes roam over her naked form. The poisoned marks that spread across her chest and belly have retreated.
Slithering back from how far they had spread until the tarnished sight is no larger than the span of my palm.
When I feel my spina bloom, I pinch her clit and feel her pussy tighten around me.
Her mouth parts, little pants escaping as tremors roll through her.
Her mind may still be asleep, but her body comes alive under my touch.
I stifle my groans, biting my lip as we lock into place while I pump her womb full, and I can't imagine there will ever be a time when I don't need to be firmly inside her at all hours of the day.
Resting my head back above her on the pillow, we stay like this even after my spina has closed and returns inside my cock. I remain still, not daring my body to move in case I slip from inside her and let my seed fall from between her legs.
The red sun sets, our bedroom dims, the light fading with each passing minute.
“Emmie, you must wake. I sense a damned has entered our lands.”
I rub my hand over her soft belly, across her breasts, giving them the briefest of squeezes before gently shaking her shoulder until her eyes flutter open.
“Someone's here?” she says, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Yes, do you sense an unknown presence? The damned often enter with a grey aura because their intention is to serve.” I say by way of explanation. Her eyes dart back and forth as she tries to sense them, but she shakes her head.
“It's alright, there is only one of them and they are far away. It's most likely our cart from Inferloch arriving.
She sits abruptly, my arms still wrapped around her as she excitedly says, “Ooh, the cart. It's like Christmas! I've almost forgotten all of the things we got.”
She hastily moves from the bed, putting on the simple cotton dress before delicately folding the silk one she wore to our bonding ceremony.
She does an awkward waddle to the bathroom, no doubt to clean up my seed that was dripping down her thighs, before running to the kitchen.
Taking some bread to chew on, she throws me a piece, and I catch it, lost in the simplicity of what would be our morning routine despite the setting red sun.
Stopping in the doorway, her brow dips in confusion.
“Do you feel that?” She questions at the same time, the hair on my arms stand on end.
I jump to my feet. There is no time for clothes, and I leave the bread so casually thrown at me back on the bed, still warm from our mating.
Not slowing my stride, I wrap one arm around Emmie's waist, throwing her over my shoulder as I race through our small home.
Rounding the side of the house, I see a lone cart on the dirt road, the single damned pulling it slowly behind them as they walk.
Focusing on them, it becomes clear that their head was removed at some point.
Its hollowed eyes staring out into nothing as its jagged neck drips its black, tar like blood from the seat it's been placed upon.
In the distance, dust plumes in the air. Wisps of threatening clouds formed from the chaos below.
“Emmie, you are not safe. Run to the Gate. RUN!” I yell, dropping her on the grass, ushering her in the direction of the water that will protect her.
Although she is bonded, her strength and understanding of what she is capable of are almost zero.
It takes time to harness your warrior, time I do not have in the few minutes before they arrive.
A wave of darkness approaches, their pincers banging and striking each other as they scurry toward us.
I glance back, but she has only taken a few steps.
“Emmie, run!” I yell again, her eyes wide with shock as an Ananea swarm races toward us.
“Portarius, come with me. There are too many!”
Her voice is barely audible above the thunder of their legs striking the ground.
We have maybe sixty seconds before they reach us.
The speed at which they can move is phenomenal, covering the expanse of our land with ease.
Turning, I face Emmie as she shuffles away from me toward the sanctuary of the Gate.
Her worried eyes flickering between the encroaching swarm and me, pleading with me to go with her.
“Run,” I yell a final time. Placing the palm of my hand over my heart, wishing I had more time to tell her she carries my whole being with her.
That I can smell her sweet honey scent in the restless breeze blowing past us.
That, even from the short time we have spent together, I am proud to be her bonded.
Proud to defend her and the future we will have together.
Desperately wishing to have one final kiss of her lips. A final taste of heaven.
Every cell in my body is screaming at me to look at her, but I will face my enemy head on.
Striding toward them, my warrior unleashes a battle cry so fierce that you see the ripple of hesitation float through them, a hitch in their momentum.
Both hands reach behind my neck, clutching onto the cool steel of my twin Mors swords.
Thrusting them into being by sheer will.
I bring them above my head and clash them together before swinging them in front of me.
Sparks and flames shoot out as the blades come to life, igniting in a fire so hot it burns blue.
My swords alight, I veer from my course, running out into the wheat fields, knowing the Ananea will follow, praying that Emmie has made it to the Gate where she will be protected.