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What Is Your Center?	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I wouldn’t wish that ordeal on anyone. No matter who I’ve hated in the past, no one deserved that. What was sobering was that I learned it wasn’t even the worst I could have had. I learned that Pitch had kept the worse of it at bay with his skill set. It was no wonder the humans gave in to their fears so easily. Even if they could survive up until the end, the dark thoughts would swallow them whole at the end. It was no wonder Lucifer had said they surrendered their souls willingly. I had been willing, and I had been helped for the whole eight hours.
The others filled me in on what they had found out while I was under. Lucifer’s snake had woven something called a Mark of Trial into my blood, something that would let even the strongest person succumb to their depression, no matter how minute. Lucifer’s victims all had that in common. They had seen no other way out in their lives, and were thinking of committing suicide regardless. The teens and young adults just hadn’t yet due to their religious standing, as well as their families. Due to their backgrounds they were chosen above all others. Regardless of how terrible it was, it was still the cleverest option out there.
“What did you all find while we were in town?” I muttered, feeling tugs of exhaustion screaming at me to sleep properly.
“Just more deaths and dead ends,” Bunny said, shaking his head. He gestured to me. “More importantly, what happened to you?”
I didn’t want to talk about it. If I had the choice I would have stayed in the Pole, or in my tower, or underground in Venice to avoid seeing Lucifer again. However, I didn’t have that luxury. I couldn’t run and hide. I noticed I was rubbing my arms and forced them to my sides, curling my lip at my obnoxious habit. “He found me towards the end of my patrol. I was watching humans file into a church, feeling their fear. He commented on their stories, that he was a being mentioned throughout religious scriptures in multiple forms. The one he has now is the only one he really has left. Due to the rise in popularity of the religion, and how firm people took to it, his power flew higher than it ever had been before.
“However, in recent years, it’s been dying off. Sure he has many that still believe he is real and that he will damn your soul for eternity if you give in to his temptations, but if you compare now to how it was when he was most powerful, it isn’t the same. Most people these days don’t believe anymore, with the introduction of religious freedom and logical thought.” I swallowed and continued on, just now taking notice to two missing members of the hodgepodge of a group. “Even the most religious state in America is only a little over half religious. But, if you put fear in someone, you can make them believe.”
“But why now?” Jack asked.
“It’s the perfect time of the year to do this,” Tooth answered, now catching on. “Christmas is hope and wonder, the celebration of the birth of their savior.” She looked to the others. “What better time to strike than now?”
It was then I realized what day it was. “It’s Christmas Eve, isn’t it?”
Tooth nodded. “Five in the morning on the eastern seaboard. There isn’t much more we can do for another twelve hours.”
I looked out to the globe, seeing the lights flicker gently. “How many families will be incomplete for tomorrow morning?”
“If we’re lucky, only a handful.”
Sandy nodded and signed a few things, but I didn’t understand what he meant.
Bunny chuckled. “He said we’ll stop him from ruining any more families.” He pointed a paw to me. “Before anything else happens, we need to know the rest of what happened. What made that mark on your arm?”
I could feel my stomach drop. “A snake. He has a massive snake that bites its victims. I suppose if a person doesn’t really believe in him, they wouldn’t see the snake. However the venom he introduced to the normally harmless bite… I’ve—“ I swallowed hard. “I don’t wish that on anyone.” I pushed through. “It replays your greatest sins, regrets, and darkest memories over and over in your mind, attempting to consume your sanity.” I shook my head and felt the sudden urge to stand and start moving I did so and didn’t stop my hands rubbing my arms. “I’ve done terrifying things as the keeper of Halloween, but nothing like this. I’ve only shown people their greatest nightmares, made them petrified for a few minutes to get the essence I need to survive.” I stopped moving my hands, my nails biting into my arms hard enough to make divots through the sweater. “I never want anyone to die. I’m nothing like him.”
“No one is saying you are,” Tooth said quietly and I felt her hand on my shoulder. “Did he say something to you about it?”
I bit my lip. “Is it… wrong that I live to spread fear in people?”
She wanted to say something but fell silent. Jack took her place, standing in front of me. “It isn’t wrong.” He spread his arm out to the globe. “We have enough people working on happiness, to keep kids young as long as they can. However, they can’t grow without knowing a little bit of fear. Of mortality.” He chuckled. “If it helps any, I always loved your work on All Hallows.”
I had forgotten I was turned before he was. “Weren’t you a mischief-maker as a human?” I asked with a grin.
He gave a sheepish one in return. “Of course. You always had the right balance of fear and fun. Sure some moments were scarier than others, and made my sister run for cover, but the night always ended with laughter and stories.”
I could tell he was enjoying having his memories back. I looked to the others. Their opinion mattered the most.
Bunny only sighed, shrugged, and smiled. “The anklebiters need some fear in them to understand they are still mortal. They are not invincible. No child grows up without something that scares them.” He put his paw in the air in dismissal. “Besides, you’re only out on Halloween and a few other times during the year having fun with them. Not like… not like others.”
I knew who he meant. Even after everything he had done the past nine months, they still wouldn’t fully trust him. I don’t think they trusted me despite their words. I couldn’t blame them for not wanting to trust their lives in the hands of the King of Nightmares.
Tooth’s hand squeezed my shoulder. “We’ll continue viewing the books. Why don’t you stretch your legs, rest for a bit? You’ve given us a lot of information to work off of.”
I nodded and pulled away. “I’ll do that.”
“Just stay out of the way of the yetis!” Jack called after me.
I only nodded and continued on to the elevator, taking me down to the room I had stayed in before. I could have left, yes, but I didn’t think North would appreciated a full-grown stallion in his lair. I closed the door to the room behind me and looked out the frost-covered window, through a small frame of clarity. All that met my vision was bright white, and I had to shield my eyes at a reflection off the snow. With a sigh I drew the curtains and held on to them, leaning my head to the soft fabric.
“I saw you come in here.”
I jumped and heard a slight protest from the threading in the curtain, making me toss it out of my grip as I turned around. I put a hand to my heart. “Don’t do that, Oogie. You could at least open the damned door.” Despite my words I couldn’t help the smile that broke past my restraint as I leapt into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You’ve saved my life again, Oogie. I need to start catching up.”
I wasn’t expecting his response. He returned the embrace with such strength it was almost possessive. Before I knew it, we were kneeling on the floor, and I realized how exhausted he would be after keeping diligent for eight hours. I would have stopped him if it wasn’t for what he said. “I almost lost you. I wasn’t about to let you die. I was… nervous that I couldn’t hold it back forever.”
It was more than nerves that he felt. His voice said everything. It was a somber tone. I held on to his neck tighter, knowing forming such words together would be hard for him.
“I’ve already lost everything dear to me. I can’t lose you as well.” He let out a soft laugh against my ear from the way we sat. “I suppose I’m no knight in shining armor, but I hope you’ll understand that.”
I laughed too and pulled back a bit, just to catch his tired eyes. “You know I don’t like flashy things anyway. I prefer the tall, dark, and handsome route. The seductive tones.” I reached up to rest my fingertips to his cheek. “Really, Pitch. I owe you so much already. Thank you.” I looked down to his chest as he didn’t move. “I heard you the whole time. I knew there was someone there holding the shadows back for me. I knew it was you. I just… I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t respond.”
“I saw it all, Hana. I had to.”
I nodded. I knew he would have. If he hadn’t dug into my mind when I was first turned, he would have certainly found everything out eventually. He always knew what I feared. He never knew why. He never had to know, and so never looked.
I can’t recall how it happened, but our lips pressed together, shifting in an almost frantic nature. I pushed against his skin harder, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth in a gentle nip.
He grinned, making it slip from my grasp. Without a word he pulled my sweater from my body, moving on to the bra below it, resuming our kiss. Once he removed that, I slipped his coat from his shoulders, running my nails up his bare arms, making him shiver. He shifted how he was sitting and pulled me to his lap, still refusing to leave my lips. I sighed into his skin as he trailed his fingers down my chest, running over my breasts.
“I couldn’t let a creature of your beauty slip through my grasp for a final time,” he muttered against my lips. He trailed his over my jawline. “You are not the only one to feel alone.” He traveled down my throat as I leaned up over his legs, feeling his arms wrap possessively around my hips.
I held back tears as a soft moan escaped my lips, feeling his breath against my breasts before he pressed his lips against the swell of one. “Even the Nightmare King has fears?”
“A king is nothing without his kingdom.” He stared at my skin for a moment before looking at me. “A king is also nothing without his queen.”
He caught me off guard long enough to trail his tongue over the slope of my chest, lavishing the skin as he went. I shook my head and pushed at his shoulders, making him look at me. “Pitch?”
“I only mean…” He cast his gaze away again. “Stay this time. As my equal. As my queen.”
I also cast my gaze away. “How do I know it will stay like this? We started out fine the first time and then…” I shook my head. “How can I know you won’t become that man again?”
“You can’t.” He took my face in his hands gently and made me look at him. “I can only ask you to trust me.”
After a moment I nodded and he resumed our kiss again, his fingers trailing down to meet the button of my shorts. I did the same to his pants. He ran his lips down my flesh as he pulled my shorts and panties down with him, exposing the rest of my ashen skin to him. He had me shift out of them and resume my kneeling position. He shifted back and rolled to lay on his back between my legs. Before I could ask what he was doing he latched on to my lower lips, making me choke on whatever I had wanted to ask. I leaned against his barely clothed hips, moaning against his skilled tongue and fingers. I bit my lip as I saw a hint of his hard flesh still hidden by his pants. Without a second thought I leaned forward and ran my fingers around his tip, feeling him hiss against my slick flesh below.
With a grin I pushed his pants down his hips as he raised them for me, shifting them down just enough to let his cock stand on its own. All the while he hadn’t stopped, making me moan and arch my back against his ministrations. I wanted him to feel just as good. I bent down and took his hard shaft in my mouth. I felt him moan into my skin, never stopping his pace. Instead he braced his legs on the floor, rocking with me. I let out a whimper as he hit a sweet spot, moaning against his cock, hearing him take in a sharp breath. My nails bit into the rug we laid on as I arched my back, unable to keep my focus on him. Whatever he was doing with his tongue felt too good. I cried out as a tingle rushed down my legs and back up through my body.
He pulled back for only a moment and I almost whined for him to continue. I felt his hands run up my legs to grip my hips tight, holding me in place as he resumed. I felt his lips encase me as his tongue flicked rapidly against my clit. Silvery heat coiled around my body, winding me up so tight I could barely breathe. Each breath came out a panting whimper, a plea to not stop. He had no such plans. I felt his tongue delve deep between my folds, felt him moan into the skin. His fingers dug deep into my hips.
I held on to his legs, holding myself up, not able to find a way to rest comfortably. I tilted my head back as I was wound so tight I couldn’t move. My muscles had all locked up. My body began to crack. My cries told him so, and he flicked his tongue at such a rapid pace. All at once, the fire he create erupted all over. I keened into the air, my hands gripping his legs to keep me balanced. Even so he kept going, dragging it out. I almost had to gasp for air as I remembered how to breathe. “O-okay, mnm, I can’t—“ I panted.
He slowed down, kissing me a bit more before he nudged my leg. Without a word he leaned me back on the rug, claiming my lips with his again. A shock went through me as his cock pressed against my core, hitting my still sensitive clit. I instinctively shifted my hips, seeking him out. He laughed against my skin and moved so he could slide all the way in, both of us sighing as he filled me up. He leaned back just a bit, his hand to my cheek. “Now, what does my queen want of me?”
I bit my lip again. I wanted him to give me everything he had, and more. I wanted him to take his time, to show me he really was the man I fell in love with centuries ago. “I want my king to love me.”
He started a steady pace, his forearms by my head, hands wrapped in my hair. I gasped against his lips at the slow, sharp thrusts. I’d for sure regret staying on to the rug later, but the sting wasn’t an issue. Our moans and sighs began to escalate, echoing off the walls, each moan coming out faster and heavier each time.
My muscles clenched around him, making him groan. He never stopped his pace, sending me over the edge. I tilted my head back as my nails found purchase in his back. He let out a groan of a laugh and grunted a bit as he continued to move through my climax.
His hands moved to grip my ass in a bruising hold as he rode out a mild wave of pleasure, refusing to release just yet. He tilted me towards him so he could thrust deeper.
I looked into his pale eyes and caught his lips with mine again as I realized, I had almost lost all of this. I had been so ready to die, and for what? Memories that didn’t even matter to me anymore? I had a new life, people that cared about me and whom I cared about just as much. I was with a man that accepted who and what I was.
I wasn’t alone anymore.
I would make Lucifer pay dearly for what he almost stripped me of.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, giving him better depth and making him hiss. “You’re going to make this end too quickly, Hana,” he moaned between clenched teeth.
“Mm, will I?” I rocked my hips with him, meeting his thrusts. I felt his grip increase on my ass. I leaned up and took his earlobe between my teeth, tickling it with my breath. “I want to make my King of Nightmares come.”
His lips found themselves on my neck and he sank his teeth into my skin, making me whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure. He growled into the flesh, making a tingle rise up to my head. His sharp thrusts were getting faster and harder, and I was meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. I wanted to make him feel good in any way possible. “I’m almost there,” he moaned.
I grinned and clenched down on him on purpose, loving the surprised and then immediately mischievous looks he gave me. My grin couldn’t last as he tore through the hold, forcing a borderline scream from my throat. “Don’t stop, Pitch, oh gods above, please don’t stop.” Instead he quickened his pace, intensifying my climax to a point where I could only gouge valleys in his back as I reached peaks I had almost forgotten about.
He chuckled as he rode out my climax. “I must be doing something right. You’re screaming my name instead of that pet name of yours.”
I let out a breathy chuckle as he slowed his pace, letting me calm down. “Don’t lie, you like your pet name. It’s softer than your real name.”
He ran his hands up my thighs and leaned over my ear. “Kozmotis.”
I was thrown off for a moment. “What?”
“My birth name is Kozmotis.” He picked up his pace gradually. “It’s the name that I used before I became Pitch Black.” He gave me a hard stroke, making me gasp.
“I’m getting close again…”
“So am I. Don’t hold back. Scream for me.”
Our sounds of pleasure were increasing again, and I held on to his neck tightly as my body seized up. I bit his shoulder, mewling into his flesh. As soon as I could relax again, I tried speaking. “Kozmotis,” I whispered into his ear.
His pace became almost animalistic, his breathing ragged. “That’s it, Serah. Again.”
“Don’t stop, Kozmotis. Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t—“ He sent me over once more and I was sure I had drawn blood on his back by now.
His body gave a slight shake and he clenched his jagged teeth together. With a loud groan he reached down and pulled out, finishing himself off on my belly. We laid motionless for a moment, watching our chests heave against the skin.
I couldn’t believe how close I had been to giving in to Lucifer, how close I had been to giving up a man like Pitch. I almost felt a little sick and leaned up to kiss him again. “I owe you so much,” I said against his lips. “I don’t even know how to start paying you back for everything you’ve done.”
“Stay with me in Italy. You used to love it there.”
“I still do.” I looked down at his chest and trailed my fingers over this smooth skin, marred only by the deep scar over his heart.
“When this is said and done, come back with me. We’ll move everything you’ve accumulated over the years if we have to.”
I let out a sigh of a laugh. I didn’t have much else to lose by not going. “Alright. So long as you help me pack.” As he smiled again, I could see just how tired he was in the light of the fireplace. His usually sunken eyes looked worse. “What the hell is keeping you awake?”
He looked down. “It could be the fact I’m still on top of a beautiful, naked woman.”
I pushed at his shoulder. “Knock it off and get me something to clean off with.”
He muttered something about not taking orders but got to his feet regardless, holding his pants up as they fell down his thighs and almost tripped him.
I held back my laughter as he fetched a spare blanket and tossed it to me. “Now I would’ve loved to see that. You falling on your face with your pants around your ankles.”
He rolled his eyes and fastened his pants again. “Ha ha, very funny.” He pointed to me. “Don’t make me slip a sex dream into your mind while you’re sleeping around the others.”
I paused in cleaning off my belly. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Test me and find out.” He sat on the floor, leaning against the bed so he could face the fire.
“You’d be the biggest ass I know.”
“Thought I already was.” He reached behind him to get a loose blanket from the bed as I crawled over and laid over his chest. He wrapped it around both of us. I almost expected him to slip into sleep immediately, but he kept himself awake.
I frowned. “Why don’t you sleep? You need it.”
“Once you’re asleep I will. We don’t know if there’s any after-effects of the bites. I’d rather not go through that again.”
If I wasn’t as tired as I was, I would have laughed. He for sure wasn’t a knight in shining armor, but he was still my tall, dark, and handsome savior. I did let a smile slip as I knew what he wasn’t saying. I placed a kiss to his chest. “Thank you, Kozmotis. I just don’t know how easy I can fall asleep.”
He conjured a ball of his dark sand. “This can help. Nightmare-free, of course.”
I nodded and let him sprinkle the sand over my head. I can’t remember how fast exactly I fell asleep. However, I do remember him mumbling something. What it was I wasn’t sure. There were more important matters at hand. Lucifer would pay for hat he had done, and everything he was about to do.
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