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Church of Bones	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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13.
When I woke, I had no idea how many hours had passed. The sleep had been dreamless as promised, and it had been just what I needed. Until I remembered why I had been given his Dreamsand in the first place.
I looked over and saw his side empty. I narrowed my eyes, still shaking off the sleep. "Pitch?" No answer came, meaning he wasn't in the room. The fire had burned down some time during the day, and he must have not tended to it. Either that or he had been up for quite some time. I still had no idea what time of night it was regardless.
The silence was broken only by an occasional crackle of a smoldering log in the fireplace. I looked at his side of the red sheets again as I stood next to the bed, still wondering how long I had been alone. I let the nightgown fall from my shoulders as I slipped out of it to put on my normal clothes for the night. A deep, wicked cackle threw me off for a moment and I felt hands slip under my arms from behind, cupping my bare breasts.
"I only came to see if you were awake. I wasn't expecting you to give me a show upon my return."
I chuckled and leaned my head to the side to expose my neck for him while he started rolling my breasts in his grasp, slipping over the sensitive skin of my darker nipples. "How long was I out for?"
"Mm, five hours I believe. That was the approximate potency of the sand." He pressed his hips against me, letting me feel how much I had riled him up already.
I found it flattering that after all these centuries, all I had to do to get him into bed was to stand there, partially, if not mostly, naked. There was a sort of power in it, knowing that it was so simple, and yet his eyes never strayed far.
"I take it you're in a better mood than before?"
I nodded, biting my lip as he trailed his fingertips down my chest, over my stomach, and around my hips. Despite the atrocities happening in the world, I couldn't help it that I felt what I did. I could never deny him for long. He was too seductive by nature, and knew just what made my knees weak and keep me begging for more of him.
"Good. I would have hated to do this the other way." His fingers slipped under the band of my black panties, creeping slowly to make me shiver in anticipation. "A quick one won't hurt. And it has been a long time since Drago has been out of our sight for more than a day."
I let out a soft mewl as he ran his finger over my clit. It was true. I loved my son with everything I was, but for the past ten years he had been such an anchor, draining both of us of time and patience. I regret nothing of the time spent raising him, and I would do it all over again in an instant. I had just not been ready for what challenges awaited me every day. Pitch had at least been a parent before and knew what to expect, though slightly less due to having a boy this time. From what he told me, girls were much easier to raise. I believed him.
I sighed as the finger circling my clit dipped inside me, letting him coat the digits in my juices. While he knew what made me squirm with pleasure, I knew what worked on him just as well. If he wanted a quick one, a quick one he would get. I reached behind me, pressing my palm against the rigid bulge in his pants. He hissed in my ear and pressed harder against my hand. "There's my naughty girl." His hand retracted from my hip for a moment and I felt him push my own away. I heard the zip of his pants and the shuffle of fabric before he let out another hiss, this one a bit lower. He pulled my hand back, putting it on his smooth, firm shaft.
Knowing Drago was out of the lair, I didn't have to hold back. I let out a cry as he set the pace of fingers, finding just the right spot. "Mm, right there Oogie."
"Is that right?" He sighed into the skin of my neck, pressing against my back as I squeezed his tip gently. "Have to do it harder than that, love. You know that."
I knew that exactly. I took my hand away and pressed my tongue to the palm. I knew he could see precisely what I was doing. His pace faltered just a bit as I coated my palm, trailing my tongue in intricate patterns. Once I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and that I was covered enough, I reached back again to grasp on to him. He moaned and grabbed on to my hip in a bruising hold at my firm strokes, passing over his sensitive tip.
"You wicked girl," he said through his teeth. He quickened his finger's strokes and I twitched in his hold, never letting up on my own.
"Powers above. I'm coming, I'm—" I couldn't speak, couldn't do anything as the pleasure erupted all over my body, making a loud cry escape my throat. He drew it out, holding me in place as my body tried twitching away from him.
He took my hand from him and pushed me forward, making me hold myself up on the edge of the bed. I bit my lip as he pulled my panties down my hips just enough to leave me exposed for him. I felt him rub his cock against my slit, teasing the still sensitive flesh. Just as I was about to tell him off he shoved himself inside, making me gasp and grip on to the sheets as he filled me up.
He was relentless in his strokes, and I found no reason to tell him to stop, even when I knew I couldn't do this for very long. With how worked up he had been, I didn't expect him to last that long. "Fuck, Serah, you're too damn tight." He leaned over my back and I felt his teeth take purchase in my shoulder while he gripped on my hips.
I couldn't take the force of his thrusts. Every push brought me closer to another release, and I moaned as his jagged teeth sank into my flesh. I found myself screaming his name, his real name. He bit harder, sending my mind reeling. In an instant I came around him and cried out louder than I had in a very long time. He kept his animalistic thrusts through my climax, drawing it out as I froze, unable to do anything besides clenching the sheets between my fingers, hearing the fabric protesting under my sharp nails. "Koz-Kozmotis! I can't— I can't take it! It's too much."
"I'm almost there, love," he muttered into my skin, letting out a few loud moans of his own. "Move with me."
I did as he asked, crying out with every jerk of his hips. I put up with it as long as I could, feeling the pressure rising again. I leaned into his chest, reaching up to wrap my arm around his neck. I caught his lips with mine, sighing and moaning into his skin as he kept moving. My fingers wrapped around his hair and tugged just as he liked. I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth and bit it gently. Both sensations made him jerk harder and moan. There was one more thing I knew he liked, and I was willing to put up with it for the night. "Don't pull out."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded and kissed him again. "I want to feel it."
"You are a very dirty girl, aren't you?" He pulled my arm off his neck and forced it back to the bed so I could stay upright. His grip tightened on my hips into a bruising hold. "As you wish, Serah." His pace picked up, making my head go light. I couldn't take much more.
Luckily I wouldn't have to. The frantic thrusts grew random and he bit my other shoulder, growling in such a primal way it set me off again. I screamed as he pounded into me, never letting up for a second as I came again, clenching down on him so hard I was surprised he could still move. The sounds he was making were too carnal, too sexy, knowing he was letting me see him at his most vulnerable moment in time.
He choked on a snarl and I felt a sudden heat in my belly as his thrusts slowed down to short jerks, both our breathing heavy. "That never gets old," he muttered, and I could hear the smile in his words. "Oh, and I forgot."
"Hm?"
"The Guardians are downstairs. They found out something they wanted to tell us."
My heart stopped and I couldn't think for a moment. It took me a full five seconds to comprehend what he had said. I pushed him off and stood up straight, glaring at his grinning face. "Kozmotis Pitchiner, you unbelievable jackass! You made me think no one was here!"
His grin still stayed. "As if they don't know we still fuck."
"That isn't the point!" I clenched my fingers a few times, unable to believe him. "Why would you let me be that loud if you knew they were there and that sound travels far in this place?"
He shrugged and fixed his pants. "When was the last time you were able to let go like that?"
It had been a very long time. Most nights he would have to silence me, either by keeping a hand over my mouth or kissing me to absorb the noise. I felt his seed start to drip down my leg and I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Don't do it again." I looked around for something to clean off with.
He stood in front of me and tilted my chin up to look at him. "I only wanted you to have some sort of pleasure in this. Things won't be easy for awhile."
I knew he wasn't lying. I held on to his coat and leaned against his chest. "What if we can't stop this in time?"
"Then at least we tried." He kissed my hair and pulled back. "I'll let you get cleaned off and dressed. I'll take the brunt of their reaction to the noise." He sank into the shadows and disappeared as if nothing had happened.
I looked around for a spare towel from one of my trips to the falls and found one not far from the fire, laid out to dry. I stepped out of the panties and tossed them to the side so I could clean off. It was a pain to clean, but it was worth it to let him finish as he should every once in awhile.
When I finished up and redressed, I slipped into the shadows myself and emerged on one of the lower catwalks, immediately walking into a conversation.
"—won't die while still controlled. So that presents a whole new issue."
It was Bunny who was talking and I frowned at his words. I approached the table, still feeling a little awkward knowing they had heard me doing… that. "What's going on?"
"Bunny brings up good point," North said, and I didn't meet his eyes. "Revenant usually die with head chopped off, no?"
"Or burned to ashes or dismembered," I said, nodding. "But yes, they usually die with decapitation. Or re-die, whatever. What about it?"
"These aren't normal revenants," Bunny said. "They were raised by someone. They didn't come back to complete their tasks."
I nodded again and raised my gaze, looking to each of them. Only Jack seemed a bit uncomfortable. "Which makes sense. If the necromancer could raise it from the dead once, he could keep doing it."
"Our only issue is where it would be hiding," Tooth said while Sandy nodded in agreement. "We don't know where to start. The revenants are all over the place."
"Pennsylvania."
She frowned at me. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Jamie said he saw someone with glowing eyes harassing a girl at a party a few months back. Not long after that, the Frankford Slasher comes to town and kills his roommate. Then after that, the Axeman comes to try to finish the job. The others… I'm not really sure why they're around, or what their purpose is." I looked to North. "The Necromancer is Jamie's age, in his college."
His frown deepened. "This is troubling news."
"Yes, that's exactly what I thought when Pitch told me what Jamie saw was a Necromancer."
"How we know for sure?"
"Death told him." The three words alone tasted vile. "She reaped souls Pitch and Drago found and she told him what was happening. She won't stop it though."
"Wouldn't think she would," Jack said, leaning on his staff. "She is one of the chaotic neutrals of our world."
Which I found more insulting than anything. I classified myself as a chaotic neutral type. "No, she's more a neutral evil, if that's what you want to use." My words were a bit clipped. "Regardless, she will not be helping, and thus is not part of this discussion."
"What Hana means is we have more pressing issues to discuss," Pitch said before anyone could question why I despised that woman so much. "I say we split up and search Jamie's campus tonight and see what we can find. It is a Saturday night, there should be something going on in a few hours."
It was then something hit me. "North, Drago does have someone watching him besides Jamie, right?"
"Of course. The Missus is still home."
I had forgotten North had married not long ago. It was a perfect match too. Mrs. Claus was a femme fatale if I had ever met one. She would be able to handle several Dragos at once. "Never mind then. I agree with Pitch. We should leave for Pennsylvania at once."
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