Chapter 14 #2
I lean into him, his hand releasing my breasts, following the curves of my body, and then pulling up my dress.
Emrys got me beautiful gowns, each one more impressive than the last. Ever since I expressed how much I adore the dresses he has given me and how convenient they are for our entangling, he has made sure I have plenty to choose from.
Multiple closets are bulging with the finest fabrics, all for me.
The one I’m wearing today is simpler. It’s a soft, black fabric, the skirt reaching my ankles and covered in black lace; the top is simple, with long sleeves clinging to my upper body.
The cold seeps into my skin as Emrys exposes my legs by taking off my tights.
I shiver as he pushes up the skirt once more, baring my lower body completely to the fresh air.
That we will do it outside, in the open, heightens my pleasure.
Even if no one can witness us, it’s still exciting.
He turns me around, and I press myself against his chest as he slides a finger inside me easily; I whimper with delight as he starts fingering me, and a suctioning sound fills the air.
A second finger joins shortly, and I moan lustily.
My cunt sucks in his fingers as he hits my sensitive spot with his thumb.
Ever since bonding with Emrys, I thirst for sexual gratification; it’s never enough, never satisfying me completely, always wanting more.
I need him in a way that I cannot put into words.
His mere stare and touch are enough to set me ablaze, drenched for him, my body made for his.
I grind against his fingers, seeking the friction I want for my release. He pulls them out, covered with my slickness, replacing them with what I truly desire.
“You can come on my cock as you should, smear yourself all over me,” he whispers.
He sinks his elongated teeth into my neck as he starts thrusting into me relentlessly, pleasure coursing through my body.
His shadows curl around my breasts and nipples.
Squeezing and pinching them simultaneously.
Another shadow begins rubbing my clit, as Emrys stimulates my cunt.
He lets go of my neck, holding my hips firmly as he takes me harder.
“Fuck, you’re drowning me, darling. You should see yourself, how you’re taking me,” he growls.
“Show me, Emrys, show me how you fuck me,” I whine.
Instantly, the image of Emrys’s cock taking me from behind, entering my soaked entrance, is pushed into my vision. A shadow teases my backside, using my wetness to make the play easier.
“Do it, Emrys, I want all of you,” I mewl.
Slowly, his shadow starts filling my ass as his cock is pounding into my cunt, his other shadows working my clit and my breasts.
The sound of our bodies slapping together is obscenely loud in the now-silent garden.
I feel overstimulated as multiple orgasms force themselves through my body, my whole being a sensitive mess.
“Can you take a little more, Tempest?” he groans.
“Yes, yes, I can. Let me pleasure you. Fuck my throat. I want to taste your cum,” I cry.
A request he gladly fulfills. He pulls out, and I’m sinking to my knees with a slight tremble.
I sit before him, the pebbles on the floor grating against my skin.
I open my lips, letting my tongue roam over his large, erect cock, my saliva wetting his slippery shaft.
He wraps his hands in my hair, positioning my mouth.
“Wider, Tempest,” he demands in a raspy voice.
I open my mouth, giving him better access, my lips covering his tip, then slowly I move down, relaxing my throat, taking him in.
He holds my head steady as he starts moving, first slowly, then faster, harder, and no longer able to contain himself.
I start bobbing my head, meeting his rhythm.
With one hand, I fondle his balls; with the other, I circle my clit ferociously.
As he starts spurting his cum, I orgasm once more, the salty taste sending me over the edge.
“Fuck, I love seeing you swallow my cum, taking it all. My tempest, never spilling a drop. And you coming as I coat your throat with my seed is such a turn-on,” he sighs contentedly, his chest rising and falling as he pants after releasing himself.
I lick my lips as I get up, my knees slightly bruised from the ground I was kneeling on, but seeing him crumble for me is worth every bit of pain.
“And I love the taste of you. I could swallow your cum endlessly if I could. Fingering myself as I suck you dry.”
He groans.
“Don’t make me hold you to that; the idea is tempting. I already envision you on your knees again, choking as I am fucking your throat. Fuck, that sound is so arousing. Next time, I’ll have my shadows fuck your cunt and ass while I take your mouth.”
I stick out my tongue, the words titillating me.
“I’d suck and lick your cock and swallow your seed until there are blisters on it. And even then, I would continue.”
He bursts out in laughter.
“Now that’s a sexy imagination, I didn’t know it could be exciting.”
We both chuckle, his dark eyes warning me that I shouldn’t tempt or taunt him like that.
I meet his stare, a dare in itself. Then, I turn around and pull up my tights, feeling Emrys’s burning eyes on my ass.
I pull them up slowly, teasing him, swaying my hips, and giving him a show.
I almost make it, and I giggle as he launches himself at me, ready for round two, his shadows disappearing between my legs.
Emrys shows me around the castle; its estate is so large that we will never be able to see it all in one day, especially since we are constantly craving each other.
Besides the weeping statues, another thing that left an impression is the cemetery he shows me, one he started right next to the garden.
A star of knotted twigs or small rocks marks each grave.
When I ask about it, he points to the gargoyle statues situated at the top of the spires.
“At dusk, they come to life, and soar the skies, hunt, and turn whoever catches their eye into prey. At dawn, they return to the fortress and turn back into stone,” he says.
Emrys explains that the graves contain the remains of the bodies the gargoyles would make victims of. Each night, they go out to maul whoever crosses their path. For some inexplicable reason, they dump the remains in this spot every morning, new corpses or parts.
After a pause, he tells me how he fed himself in his beginning years when he had no clue who he was or how to satisfy this burning hunger inside him.
He started to eat and drink from the freshly dumped bodies, the flesh and blood beckoning him.
A form of survival. First, he ate accompanied by a tremendous amount of shame and guilt; later, with acceptance.
It was a way to keep his urges at bay, suppress his impulses, and refrain from turning this part of the continent into his hunting grounds.
A practice most Umbra’s execute, turning large parts of land into their own personal feeding playgrounds.
No one is safe from an Umbra, as they’ll feed on whoever crosses their path—vampires, witches, werewolves, every creature is fair game.
It explains the terror the word Umbra instills in most dark creatures, as an encounter with one often leads to certain death, as they become the prey.
It’s one of the reasons why his presence here in the Northern territories is more that of tales and fables than actual knowledge.
A ghost story to tell children or to instill fear in those who don’t listen; the Umbra might come and take you to his fortress.
Yet he never shows himself, hidden among them in the dark shadows, without their awareness.
Only now, after centuries, did he make his existence known for my safekeeping: no longer a ghost story but an embodiment of horror.
I never miss the looks on the faces of those who pass us.
Even if I can’t smell it, I can see the alarm and fear.
They are confused when he pays them no mind, as Umbra’s are known for eating whatever crosses their path, and mostly going out to hunt.
Relief etching their faces at surviving an encounter with an Umbra, a creature feared by darkness.
They are lucky that his center of attention is me and me alone.
Emrys has no business with the darklings, nor does he feed off them anymore since he has me.
To give the victims some peace and respect, Emrys started to bury them, after feeding off them himself, or what was left of them, creating a cemetery in the process.
He says that they don’t bring that many pieces anymore, as creatures have become aware of these ancient beasts soaring the skies and murdering with no need for provocation.
Entering their line of sight is enough to get a target, but being chased is a death mark.
Once they start pursuing you, escape is impossible.
With them bringing less food in, Emrys had to occasionally take down a traveler, Blood Witch, or vampire and devour them, draining them of their blood.
His victims, too, he would lay to rest here.
It was the one place we did not desecrate with our passion, respecting all who were laid to rest there.
Eventually, we return to the castle, my tights torn and ripped to pieces.
We lay in front of the fireplace in one of the living rooms; the fur hides soft beneath us.
The crackling of the wood is soothing as it burns in the large stone hearth.
The comforting aroma of wood smoke is earthy and slightly sweet.
I cuddle against Emrys as the air fills with occasional hissing sounds, as moisture in the wood evaporates beside the steady, low roar of the fire.
Emrys plays with my long, dark hair as I stare at the glowing ember.
“Do you want to talk about it, Tempest? Any of it?” he asks carefully.