Chapter 27 #2
It’s not like I sought out for this to happen. I didn’t want to care for The Devourer, but something within me longed for him. Even in the beginning I found myself wanting to fly too close to his darkness, I just hadn’t expected to find a home in him too.
If I could just hold these contrite thoughts away, mask them into something different…
“What in the goddess...” I utter as I continue to look into the moving waves.
A hum within myself charges the air and the reflection in the water is not that of my own, but someone entirely different.
I immediately hold my hands out, inspecting to see if they had changed too. The freckles along my arms are nowhere to be seen.
What in the goddess is happening?
I shout for Kassiel and he makes his way to where I currently kneel.
He stops paces away, the confusion on his face melting away into something that resembles pride.
“What is this?” I ask thickly with disbelief.
Kassiel edges forward and the humming of essence ceases.
“It appears, little warrior, that you’re learning to craft your iludreer.”
The hum was familiar, the same current that I felt when Kassiel and I shared the moments after the lengthy interrogation with The Hidden.
“I’d leap from the heavens where the gods reside if it meant a place next to you.”
“I’m not sure how to even summon the magic,” I admit. “It feels like whenever there’s thoughts of you or I’m reminiscing of the memories with my family, the humming in my veins begins to thrum to life.”
He blinks and looks away, his eyes go to a far away place and he bites his lip in thought.
“There was another person I knew before, a lifetime ago, with similar magic.”
Uncertainty worms through my thoughts. Why has he not spoken of this before?
“Oh?” I’m not sure what else to say.
“She also was able to conjure and create when her emotions were the highest. That’s how my magic works as well, at first I would have to summon it with anger. Eventually, it became second nature, an extension of myself. If you reach deep within, you’ll find your own magic is much like home.”
What he’s saying makes sense, but all I can focus on is, she.
His face drops and he stills, like a predator ready to pounce—almost like he can feel the churning within me.
Jealousy.
That’s what I’m feeling and I hate myself for it.
I hate, while simultaneously adoring, that he calls these emotions out of me I had once buried deep.
It fractures the permafrost of my reservoir. In the depths of it contain the guilt, the anger, sadness, feelings of unworthiness, all wrapped in shreds of my past.
It’s suddenly too much.
So I run.
I turn from him, forcing the distance between us.
Pumping my legs until they burn. Until they threaten to give out.
I lean against a tree, eager to catch my breath as my lungs flame.
The torrent of emotions makes my head swim.
Lowering my forehead to the rough bark of the tree, I focus my breathing.
Shakily I exhale and slap the tree.
“Why?” I say to no one in particular.
But what I really mean is, why do I do this when I have a chance to grab hold of the happiness in front of me, even if it’s only for a moment?
I deserve a chance to be happy, don’t I?
Tears threaten to well up in my eyes and I rub the offending things with the balls of my fists.
A crack comes from behind me and I spin, ready to fight whatever attacker may be here.
He’s standing there, looking severe, “Do you really think you could flee from me? I would scour the corners of the world for you.”
In another moment, his body presses mine against the tree. He shifts his face closer, until the hot whisper fills my ears and my breath hitches. “Little warrior, you should know by now that I’ll always chase after you.”
His voice lowers, threaded with sincerity that makes my core flame, “I have searched for you from my first breath taken in this realm and will until my last, while my eyes cloud over from seeing the veil. You could run from me even in death, and I would still find you within that sacred place.”
The tears swell, spilling down my cheeks as I choke back a sob. He traces a finger across my jaw causing the skin to pebble in my most sensitive areas.
He then kisses my rogue tears before finally admitting what I’ve known to be true myself, “My soul knew yours from when the first stars formed and will know yours until the last of those stars fall.”
He hungrily brings his lips to mine and they’re all consuming. Demanding.
I return the deep kiss, our teeth nearly clashing as we eagerly battle.
His hand snakes to my breasts beneath my shirt and pinches my erect nipple. Enough to make me squirm with the edging pain mixing with a heady pleasure.
The other free hand begins to search the flat of my stomach before settling underneath the stretchy trousers. His fingers brush against my curls as he presses the tip of his forefinger between my folds.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” He groans, with pure carnal desire..
I nod slowly.
He teases me again, brushing against the bundle of nerves that ache for more when the pressure is taken off.
“Now then, Alora Viren,” his voice darkens, the velvety words caressing me, “you will run again, so I can properly teach you a lesson.”
He flicks my clit again and it nearly makes my legs collapse from the delicious touch.
Shadows peel off his body and the wisps flitter over my skin, causing little charges and prickling. It creates an awareness within my body. Every touch of the shadowy tendril makes me want to lean into them, and him.
“Hear me, you siren,” his teeth graze my earlobe, adding more pleasurable sensations to the building need within me.
“When I catch you, I will fuck you so thoroughly that you’ll think twice about ever hiding your torment from me again.”
He pulls his head back from me and looks into my eyes while holding my chin in place.
“Now run.”
I stand there a moment, waiting for my brain to catch up with the words that leave my center throbbing.
His eyes deepen into a pool of liquid desire. He steps back slowly, letting his body disappear into the wall of shadows he’s willed into existence.
A shadowy tendril stretches towards me and a far away voice, one I don’t recognise slithers along my spine. Run.
The tendril caresses me and an electric charge snaps against my skin.
Its shock is enough to snap me out of my headspace and I take off.
Run.
The eerie voice skitters across my mind again and shadows fill the empty spaces beneath the trees.
I flee in the direction I came from and almost trip on an upturned root as I race away.
My shoulder skids against a tree but I continue towards the crashing waves in the distance. Their sound is the beacon I need as shadows begin to swallow the rest of the forest in darkness.
I fling myself towards the safety of the beach as the moons begin to rise on the horizon. I look to where the campfire smolders and decide to hide by a large piece of driftwood that lends more coverage.
I’m almost there, only paces away from my destination before a thickly corded arm wraps around my belly and hurls me backwards.
I’m flying through the air before another arm circles around me and I’m placed softly on the sandy beach. The coolness of the ground seeps into my bones as a figure, shrouded in darkness, straddles me. He’s cloaked in ebony, the shadows clinging to him like they’ve found their salvation.
He might just be mine too.
“Hello, little warrior.” The velvet of his voice makes me too aware of the heat from his flesh that hovers near my center.
He quickly pins my hands above my head and I’m forced to submit, though I would have done so willingly.
I buck my hips in an effort to try to roll him off.
He responds by letting out a low growl, “You do realize that you’re just grinding against my cock, don’t you?” He drawls as he thrusts against me again.
Lust floods my veins and I want nothing more than to continue feeling how much he desires me at this moment.
“Does this turn you on?” He raises a brow and shifts his hips further into me.
I nod, my mouth unable to form words.
“Gods it’s almost unfair how perfect you are for me.
” He brings his lips to my breast that’s still covered by my shirt and bites softly, before drawing my nipple into his mouth through the linen.
He speaks again once he releases the hardening peek.
“The gods have foretold our ending, Alora. It’s a tragedy written in the stars. ”
I continue to watch his face as the severity falls away. His eyes soften on mine and he releases my wrists, massaging any stiffness from them.
He grasps my breasts again, kneading them through the blouse that’s enraging me the longer it interferes with his touch.
He sighs, looking up at the sky before leveling his gaze on me again.
On a whisper, he says, “Fuck the gods.”
His rough hands gently pull off my clothes. He’s careful to not rip my garments and folds them neatly before placing them off to the side.
How someone who was hatefully merciless to others could show me such tenderness, I would never understand.
He kisses my wrists, eyes settling on my scars from the turns of fighting, scars from other things.
He catches my stare as I watch the pale lines, embarrassment flushing my face.
“They are nothing but lines on a map I plan to burn in my memory until that, and your curves, are the only vision I see when my eyes are closed.”
I watch him, reverently as he takes such care in his tasks. His eyes search mine as if he wants to speak something that he doesn’t have the words for.
I gently feather my hands along his side. I tug at the hem of his shirt and he smiles softly.
“What do you want, little warrior?” His voice is hushed against the sound of the lulling waves.
Finally, I force myself to say what I’ve been holding back—the words that will commit my heart to him until the end.
I speak something I’ve been so afraid of that I ran from it the first time, “Baptize me in your chaos. Love me until there’s nothing left of us except dust.”
Relief floods his eyes and he strips his clothes, throwing them into a heap on the floor.
He spits into his hand and wipes it along his thick shaft. It looks so sensual as he pumps his fist along his cock, especially when he watches me taking in his movements.
“Touch yourself for me, please.” He whispers, backing away slightly and my face flushes once more.
“Touch your wet pussy for me as if I was touching it.”
Gods his mouth is naughty.
He knows it too the way his mouth lifts in the corner.
I slide a hand across my stomach and down between my thighs. He watches as he bites his lip while pumping himself faster.
I begin to swirl my fingers over my sensitive bud, flicking the way he had earlier.
Closing my eyes, I begin to use more pressure, grinding with each swipe of my finger.
I release a moan, imagining it was his thick fingers toying with me. I slip a finger further and curl it, until it hits a spot deep inside that makes me instantly want to curl my toes.
I feel a thick throb against my hand and I open my eyes to see that Kassiel has set his length against my opening but doesn’t enter, sliding himself firmly but gently teasing my sensitive clit.
I remove my hand from my wet seam and a small gasp leaves my lips as he buries himself inside me.
“What a cruel world this is when I can’t see you spread for me.”
He pulls back slowly only to plunge back in deeper, eliciting another moan from me.
“Although, I am growing quite fond of your breasts bouncing as I thrust into you.”
He grabs my thigh and pulls my leg up on his shoulder, forcing his cock even deeper until I am stretched tightly around him.
A soft cry escapes my lips as I pull backward, trying to adjust to the fullness.
Kassiel clicks his tongue in disapproval and brings my bottom closer again.
“Sit there and relax you little goddess, you can take me like this.”
He massages my hip with his free hand and then runs his finger over my clit again before slowly pumping.
“That’s my girl, you’re doing so good.”
His praise combined with his swirling motion makes me cry out as a rush builds inside of me. He thrusts his hips hard and sticks his finger inside of me, joining it with his cock.
If I thought I was full before, now I’m stuffed. He curls his finger inside me, hitting the spot that I desperately searched for earlier.
“Oh gods.” Is all I utter before I crash with an orgasm so intense that I see stars and my vision blackens.
I come, hard, soaking both of us in the process.
“That’s right, little warrior. Drench me.”
He pumps a few more deep eager thrusts before he withdraws and spills his cum across my breasts. His dick pulses against my belly and I find it oddly arousing, even though I’m so spent my limbs grow heavy.
Seeing him mark me this way, claiming me in the process, makes my heart swell with a twisted sense of belonging.
I’m his, and for as long as we both walk this wretched plane, he’s mine.