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Beauty and the Boogeyman	By : M8r-6 Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 3078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING: This chapter contains lemony goodness ;-)
The Next Day:
Adrianna awoke with a groan. Please let it all have been a bad dream, she thought, wishing for a nightmare for once. Opening her eyes, she sighed dejectedly to see that she was still in Pitch's lair. She felt sore from her escape attempt the previous day. I need a nice, hot bath, she thought, rising from her bed, and walking into the adjoining bathroom.
After some time, she emerged from the bathroom feeling like she had a bit more energy. Having finished her morning ablutions & eaten an apple from a bowl of fruit that had appeared in her room the night before, she walked over to the wardrobe to get dressed. Yet again, there was only one outfit inside. This one consisted of a dark green blouse, long black pants & stylish black boots. Pitch must really enjoy seeing me in dark colors, she thought wryly. After dressing, she decided that she would make another attempt at escape today. She had to keep trying! I refuse to believe that I'll never get home, she thought with conviction, and headed towards the exit.
Before she could open the door, however, it began slowly creaking open, seemingly of its own accord. Adriana stiffened as her heart caught in her throat. There Pitch stood in the doorway, looking intimidating. Tall & dark, his hands clasped behind his back. "Oh, good, you're up." He said, his gaze roaming her body. "You look lovely." He said, he gaze softening slightly.
"Um, thanks." She stammered, not knowing what else to say.
His lip curled slightly at her discomfort. " I want you to get used to hearing such compliments from me, love. I wish for you to know how beautiful you are to me. I want only your happiness." Adriana was shocked into silence for a moment. Then, she turned her gaze away from him. She didn't care if he thought she was beautiful. All she cared about was her freedom. Oh, her family and friends must be so worried about her right now. And they'd never believe Ariel if she told them what happened. They'd just think she was traumatized by nightmares. She needed to get home!
Noticing her withdrawal, and guessing where her thoughts were leading, Pitch spoke. "I have come to inform you that I will be going out for a while. As such, you may wish to remain close to your room or the main hall, so as not to get lost again."
He raised one reproachful brow. "I shall return very shortly so I wouldn't get any ideas about running off again if I were you." Pitch reached out and cupped her chin, gently. "I should hate to have to chase you down again," he said with just a hint of warning in his voice.
Adriana felt a shiver run down her spine. She hated how much he intimidated her! Pitch waited for her to nod her understanding before waving his arm and vanishing into the shadows.
As she walked down the winding halls and lopsided stairways, a crazy thought entered her mind. The creatures that Pitch had created. What had he called them? Night Mares? He said if she needed anything, to call out to them. Maybe she could use the Night Mares to help her find a way out! But how to do that without letting them know what she was up to & warning Pitch? Another idea came to her then. Perhaps if she just told them she needed something, something specific, she could follow them? It would have to be something personal of hers, specifically from her home so that they would have to fetch it themselves rather than conjure it from the shadows. It was a long shot but she felt that she had to at least try. And quickly, before Pitch returned!
With that thought in mind, she called out for one of them. I hope this works, she thought as one of the skeletal horses made from black sand approached her with curiosity shining in its golden eyes. Nervously, she made her request to the Night Mare & watched as it nodded its head, spun around & flew through a nearby tunnel, leaving a trail of black sand in its wake. She ran, chasing the trail before it could disappear. After a while of running through the labyrinth (Pitch was right, she never would have found a way out on her own), it began to get lighter & she finally looked up to see a hole just above her, shielded by an old, rotted wooden bed frame. Light shone through the wooden panels. The sky! she thought excitedly. She had began to think that she might never see it again. She struggled to climb up out of the hole & stood to find herself in the middle of a clearing in the woods. 'I can't believe that actually worked!' She thought proudly. 'Ha! I'm a freakin genius. Geek Squad ain't got nothing on me!' She grinned at her own thoughts. She took off into the woods at breakneck speed, her heart racing. She didn't know which way to go but figured she would just keep going until she could find civilization & someone who might help her get home.
As she ran, she periodically glanced behind her to see if she was being followed either by Pitch or one of the Night Mares. It was starting to get dark. Surely he would notice she was gone as soon as he returned & come after her? She had to be long gone by then. When her lungs began burning from running so far, so fast, she paused for a moment to catch her breath. Leaning against a tree, she tried to slow her breathing. Her heart froze in her throat when she heard a twig snap nearby. Whipping around, she searched for the source but found nothing. Just as she was about to start running again, she heard a deep growling sound behind her. Slowly, she turned around. She had to stifle a whimper when she saw the source of the growls.
Five grey wolves, teeth bared, stared at her hungrily, their eyes glowing creepily in the dim light.
Adriana gasped and started backing away very slowly. When the wolves lunged after her, she screamed, spun around and took off as fast as her legs would carry her. The wolves were fast on her heels, however, and when one snapped at her leg & narrowly missed her ankle, she knew she couldn't outrun them. She jumped up to grab the brach of the nearest tree and scrambled to climb up the trunk. As she threw a leg over the branch, one of the wolves leapt up and grabbed ahold of her pant leg with its teeth. She screamed again and kicked the wolf in the face as hard as she could. With a yelp, the wolf released her & she took the opportunity to climb higher. She couldn't reach the branch above her & so was stuck just out of the wolves reach. Too high for them to get her, but too low to reach up and climb any higher. 'Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.' She thought, sardonically. The wolves continued to snarl at her & circled the tree, periodically jumping up in another attempt to snatch her. Terrified, she stood on her branch with her back pressed tightly against the trunk of the tree.
Her heart leapt into her throat when she heard a deep smooth voice speak from within the woods. "I must say, I am quite disappointed in you, pet." The voice sounded angry and dangerous.
Pitch emerged from the darkness of the woods beyond and the wolves turned their attention to him, instead. Before they could even begin to attack, however, the Nightmare King gave them a dark, evil look. As one deep, low growl emerged from his chest, the wolves whimpered in fear and scurried into the forest with their tails between their legs. Then Pitch turned that look upon her and she thought she might faint. He had never looked so scary to her. The phrase "The only thing to fear is fear itself" sprang to her mind. He must've been what they were referring to. Even the wolves had feared him.
"You disobeyed me, Adriana." He said darkly, floating up on a swirling cloud of black sand and onto the branch she stood on. He leaning close and trapped her in place with his arms on either side of her. "How do you suppose I should punish you to discourage this sort of behavior again?"
A spark of anger gave Adriana the courage to snap back at him. Disobeyed him? Punish her? "How dare you!" She snapped. "I don't belong to you! You can't order me around like some rampant child! Just who the hell do you think you-"
"Enough!" Pitch growled, angrily narrowing his eyes at her and forcing her chin up with his hand to look at him. "Oh, you belong to me alright, Adriana. You are mine! And upon the next full moon we will be wed and you will be bound to me for all eternity! So I suggest you resign yourself!"
"And I suggest you go straight to hell!" she gritted angrily through her teeth.
With that, Pitch had had enough. He grabbed her around her waist, forcing his lips down upon hers angrily. She struggled to push him away but it was all in vain. He was simply too strong. After a moment, however, she stopped struggling & found herself slowly leaning into his kiss.
With a growl, Pitch deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. He tilted his head and she felt his warm, wet tongue brush against her lips, seeking entrance. One of his hands grasped both of hers & held them above her head, while the other slid up her torso, grazing the underside of her breast. She gasped at this & Pitch took that opportunity to slide his tongue in between her parted lips.
Adriana moaned in pleasure as Pitch kissed her deeply, her surprise fading as she relaxed against his mouth. She let out another gasp as his sharp teeth nipped her plump bottom lip, gently.
His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, suckling on the skin there and causing a shiver to earthquake through her. Her head reflexively tilted back to allow him better access. Pitch let out another growl & ground his hips into hers.
"P-Pitch..." She struggled to speak, breath hitching. "Wha...?"
His grip on her wrists left, suddenly, the place where his fingers had wrapped around her arm now tingling. Pulling away, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms & in moments he had transported them back to his lair. She glanced around, realizing he had brought them to a bedroom, however, it wasn't hers. This room was larger than hers and, if possible, even darker, despite the crackling fire burning in a fireplace that looked large enough for her to stand in. It was the shadows the fire created, she thought. They were everywhere & they writhed and shifted....as though they were alive. She barely stifled a shudder at that thought.
Pitch walked over to the large bed and lay her gently upon the blankets. Now that she had had a moment to come to her senses, she started to protest, thinking that this was probably not a good idea & she should return to her own room. Before a single word of protest could pass her lips, however, Pitch leaned down & kissed her again. "Shhh...," he soothed, gently. So different from his earlier anger. "Don't worry, love. I won't take you fully tonight. I have already told you we will be wed first. But that doesn't mean we cannot experience some pleasures together."
With that statement, he began trailing kisses down her throat, nipping gently at her collar bone with his sharp teeth. He shifted so that he lay over her prone body, using his arms to hold him up so as not to crush her under his weight. Adriana's mind began to blur from the pleasure again. She felt nervous & confused, but even greater than that, she felt pure, unadulterated longing. She didn't want him to stop. This man, this creature, had stolen her away from everything she knew and loved. But he was so seductive, she just couldn't help but want him just a little. Well, maybe more than a little. . .
His hand snaked in between their bodies in one fluid movement, producing another sharp breath from her mouth at the feel of those thin fingers cupping her breast through her clothes. A gravelly laugh rattled in his throat. "You are overdressed, my pet." And with that comment, he leaned down and swiftly began removing her clothes, starting with her boots, then sliding her pants off her hips & down her legs, tossing them aside carelessly. He slid his hands under her blouse and she raised up slightly to make it easier as he pulled it over her head.
Finally, he slowly unhooked her bra, all the while gazing into her eyes for any sign that she wanted him to stop. He honestly didn't know if he could stop at this point. She uttered not a single word of protest, however, as her bra joined the rest of her clothing on the floor. She just stared back into his eyes as nervous & excited shivers racked her body. Her panties, he decided, he would leave on. To remind himself of his promise not to take her completely tonight.
Pitch cupped her breasts and massaged her nipples, pinching them between the pads of his fingers and causing her to moan delightedly. She writhed under him and stifled a scream as he brought one pebbled nipple into his mouth and suckled. She shuttered as he nipped with his teeth, then soothed the ache there with his tongue. He repeated the process with her other breast and Adriana honestly didn't know how much more she could take. She needed.....something! She didn't quite know what. Just knew she needed it now!
He chuckled darkly as he sensed her inner turmoil and slid his hand down in between their bodies and into her underwear, cupping her sex. "Pitch!" She whispered breathlessly as he found her nub & began massaging her there with his long fingers.
"So...wet..." He hissed by her ear, dripping with an intense and blatant lust that shocked her. "Adriana."
She mewed as Pitch's fingertips pressed into her clit, pushing the swelling little nub to and fro with a slowly increasing pressure. Her body twitched as the sensitive nerves were stimulated. She now gripped at him, trying to pull him closer.
His hips rubbed along the curve of her inner thigh, and she could feel the evidence of his arousal rigidly hard beneath his clothing. Pitch moaned her name into the curve of her neck as he continued to use his lips, teeth and tongue to stimulate her body. She groaned in pleasure-pain as two long, lithe fingers dipped down & pushed into her, slowly. In and out, he thrust, his fingers slicking with her wetness. Earning from her a somewhat relieved series of sighs and moans.
Pitch was doing quick work with his fingers now, coaxing Adriana to buck her hips to meet with his pumping digits, trying to get his fingers deeper.
His accent flowed out in a breathless whisper, "My Adriana. Come for me," he commanded, softly. She whimpered helplessly.
His eyes bored into hers, the gold in them seeming to glint as he ordered more forcefully, "Come for me, Adriana!"
The shock wave of an orgasm wracked her body as she buried her face into his cloak to muffle the scream that refused to be bitten back. Every muscle in her body tightened and flexed as she felt her release come over her. His own climax was signaled by a rough groan caged by gritting teeth as he ground his hips against her, frantically.
Immediately, exhaustion came over her as she lay panting underneath him. Pitch shared these intense pants, but did not move, remaining on top of her sprawled and limp figure.
"Damn.." She breathed and licked her lips, her body still thrumming with pleasure.
Pitch chuckled darkly at this, still panting, himself. He finally rolled off to lay at her side, wrapping a possessive arm around her torso and pulling her into the curve of his body. She was far too tired to protest and was unable to keep her eyelids from sliding shut. Just before she drifted off to sleep, she felt the most tender of kisses being pressed upon her brow as a deep, smooth voice whispered, "My Adriana. My queen."
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