Pausing in her words, they both watched as the other broke out in a sweat. The potent wave of arousal hit them both, and their glares told each other they were glad they weren’t any closer to one another. Grabbing a sword as he walked out, she followed with two of the heavy quivers. He shoved the front doors open, walking ever faster towards the town’s center. She couldn’t keep pace with him, and her boiling blood only added to her nervousness. There was an ever-growing concern building in her stomach of what other sensations they may share. She would know as soon as this battle got under way. There standing by the well was Lillith. Her eyes glowed red and with her wings spread wide, made her menacing in nature and frightening to behold.
“What is this I sense?” Her tone was not as cool leveled as it had been the day before as her tail swatted back and forth like an angry stable cat. “Who on earth did you find to bind yourself at such short notice?”
“You should have known I wasn’t going to let you do that to me, Lillith. If Boto refused you, then I surely wouldn’t settle for it.” Rage seeped out of her, and as waves of it hit him, his excitement was growing. “But I will not lay with you to create any offspring. Go back to Boto.”
“I will have to, but not until I kill you first.” With a quick flap of her wings, she came at Cedric. Her claws were met with his sword, and with a fanged grinned she hissed her next words. “Then I will send your pet to Boto, and let him have his way with her.”
An arrow hit Lillith in the shoulder. She grinned wider as she leaped back from Cedric and shot a glance at Angeline. Angeline had kept as much distance as she could from the battle. Sitting on top of Barushka, her hope was she could ride away if things got too dangerous. Lillith twisted the shaft, pulling it from her arm. With an annoyed sigh she saw the head of the arrow had stayed behind, leaving a gaping wound that was continuing to bleed. Cedric took advantage of her distraction and caught her off guard, landing a slash across her abdomen. She had moved enough that it produced nothing but a scratch.
Rubbing her hand across her belly, Lillith licked her own blood off her palm as her eyes became wilder. They came at each other, her claws meeting his sword’s strength without fault. Sweat poured from Cedric as he fought the waves of thrill flying out from her every time they came close. Lillith was pulling his incubine blood into a state of excitement. His hair was turning blacker with every strike they exchanged and Angeline managed to land another arrow in Lillith’s back. This time the Succubus laughed as she pulled another arrow shaft from her, lacking its arrowhead. Cedric came in for another chance to strike, but he missed and she landed a strike across his cheek. The overwhelming sensation of arousal took him off-guard and he lost his balance, crashing to the ground from his momentum.
Trying to regain his focus, he barely made it back on his feet when Lillith struck. Her claws gripped deep into the flesh of his arm and her smile became wider. The wave of pleasure had him panting and his heartbeat throbbed in his ears. Hissing at him, she bit into his shoulder, putting her weight on top of him. He fell to his knees losing some of his hold on himself as his horns pulled forth. In desperation, he managed to tighten his grip on the hilt of his sword and rammed the blade through her stomach with enough force to knock her off him. Her bite released and she moaned, grabbing his wrist, pushing him and the blade further into her.
“Oh! More!” As she began panting, Cedric realized his mistake and withdrew away from her, leaving his weapon behind. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt this aroused in battle! Give me more!”
The back of his neck tingled and instead of throbbing pain from his arm, he was receiving waves of pleasure. With a reluctant sigh, he allowed himself the use of his own claws and they came at each other. Lillith managed to land a scratch across his shoulder and he failed to hit his mark. Before he could back away, she managed to grab him by the throat and his feet searched for the ground below. Desperate, he kicked the hilt of his sword into her stomach, a sickening gush came from the motion, but all that escaped Lillith was another moan of pleasure. It was enough of a sensation for her to lose her grip on his neck and he gained some distance to try again. Another charge at her managed to strike the side of her neck.
A thud landed on his head as they locked horns, and the red glow of her eyes met his furious green ones. Before he could pull back, Lillith’s hand dove deep into his stomach. This time he moaned from the motion and his body begged for more. She gripped the flesh within him and twisted, sending another wave of arousal. Part of him wanted more, but he was losing himself far too fast in this fight. Her lips brushed against his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes from rolling back. The glance of flesh was electrical in sensation and it was overwhelming all his other senses.
“Does this not bring you great pleasure? You know what makes it more exciting for me, don’t you love?” The lick that crawled across his neck and ear sent shivers of desire and waves of unimaginable wants through his mind. “Watching your bound pet fall off that horse when I rammed my hand into your gut. Oh, and the way you indulge in this pain as she screams from every twist.”
Pulling his intestines, Lillith’s laugh did nothing to overturn the sound of Angeline’s shrieking. Coughing blood, his pleasure from the crude gutting wavered and there was a pull at his soul. Instinctually he brought the pain to himself, wanting nothing more than to feel pain instead of pleasure. Holding his guts into himself, the pain poured forth, it brought his incubine blood to his control. All pleasure dissipating and the unspeakable weight of crude agony took its rightful place. Angeline’s screaming had ceased, and she was on the ground not moving as Barushka nudged her. Anger fueled him as he struggled to stand and face Lillith. The red in his hair was returning but the horns on his head curled tighter as he seemed to increase in size overall. Sweat poured across his paling flesh and he now panted from the ache in his stomach as the sound of his own blood spilling on the ground made its way to his ears.
“I see you didn’t know about that small disadvantage.” Lillith was rubbing her breast and thighs as her excitement grew. “Didn’t you know that’s why I bonded myself several times? I have tortured and killed many of my mates for the sole purpose of pleasuring myself. It’s a very rare form of arousal for even a Succubus as high as me in ranks.”
“You whore.” It was unclear where he was pulling power to heal himself from, but he had managed to heal enough to keep his guts inside once more. “You’ll be screaming from pain when I finish with you.”
“Oh really?” Her laugh was taunting as she stretched her wings for a moment. “That’s what Boto promises every time. Amazing how much alike you are to him.”
Cedric’s speed caught her off guard as his hand buried itself into her open abdomen, gripping the hilt of his sword that still lay within it. Ignoring all the pain that haunted his body, he pulled it out the way it had come in. Blood spilled in ridiculous amounts, and Lillith was feeling the effects. Her strength was starting to waiver, despite her continued arousal from the violent move. Backing away, she started panting and sweat crawled across her gray body. Cedric stood before her, her blood dripping from his hand and sword as he watched her stumble away. She spread her wings wide as she moaned, shrouded by the pleasure. He came running forward again, intending to take a limb if possible, but sliced through air. Blood rained down on top of him as he looked up, Lillith humming in the excitement as she floated there.
“I would continue, but if I play any longer I am afraid I would not live through Boto’s mounting.” The pleasure was too much for her, and it was clear the fight had ended. “We’ll play another time boy. It was most delicious.”
It was hard to breathe with all the pain that enveloped him, but watching Lillith fly away was a godsend. He turned his focus to Barushka, and was relieved to see Angeline was at least sitting up. By the time he made it to her, he could see that she was sweating perversely, panting there on the ground. Bewildered, he touched her and the wave of arousal took its hold on him again. It was like breaking
the tension on a lake flat as glass. Overwhelmed, he leaned forward, kissing her as he put his weight on top of her. She moaned, grasping on to him, both feeling desperate to be close again, both eager to feel alive. Pulling away, he made distance between the two of them and tears fell from her cheeks. Neither of them could decide if the yearnings they felt were of their own anymore. Baffled as they stared into each other’s eyes, the same thought came to them, why does this feel so natural? Do I really love…
Shivers ran across Angeline and he shook off his own wave. The pain she felt of her own guts mangled was still gnawing at her stomach. The moment it switched into pleasure, it had taken her breath away, and throbbing excitement had astounded her. It was clear to her why he was able to fight in such a reckless manner. Every scratch, hit, and wound was like making love. Closing her eyes, she could see the shadow of Cedric from the night before, his wings spread wider than that of Lillith’s.
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Cedric’s wounds had healed quickly, but the unnerving of the encounter with Lillith had taken away his want for continuing his journey right away. His revenge against Morrighan would have to wait until he understood what was going on with himself. They spent months at the manor in Williamsburg, researching and more importantly, training. Angeline’s archery had found room to improve with access to different types of bows and arrows as well as one of the most amazing training setups she had ever witnessed. She no longer waited for Cedric to hunt for her food. Her focus was to practice the techniques in a tome he had given her about hunting, stealth, and archery. The ancient arts of the Rangers had been recorded with great detail, including images. Her muscles were growing ever taut, and she was picking up speed when running or climbing the trees for better shooting range.
It had been awkward at the beginning when she had revealed to him she could not read. He had failed to consider that even after becoming a Lady of the Court that no one wasted any efforts to educate the girl from the farms. The days in the study learning to read, sitting so close to him, had fueled moments of excitement. There were countless flashes where lust took hold, but one of them would manage to break away before going any further than the wild groping and kissing that would spill forth. It was hard to say who had the best heartbroken expression when the other pulled away, but neither of them felt they could trust their own feelings. It was an animalistic sensation, but with each instance, the both of them became fonder of the other’s company.
Despite the harrowing outlooks, the manor was cozy and very accommodating to them as they rode out the peak of winter. They slept on opposite ends of the house, and met in the study or in training sessions. It was strange shooting arrows at Cedric, but he had toned his focus, reflexes, and speed thanks to the idea as well as increased her ability to follow a moving target. After a while, this became redundant and he moved on to training her with the dagger, the Rangers’ secondary weapon. Thanks to her ability to feel what he felt, they kept themselves from constantly fighting. Then again, she felt the most aroused by him when he was angry, which led to the overwhelming confusion they had about one another. There were times where he had similar reactions to her feelings. Moments of extreme frustration on her part led to him being angry suddenly, and in turn, they both broke away as the sense of lust started creeping in. It was exhausting, feeling what the other felt, and the waves of excitement that followed those torrents of passion made the ordeal more daunting.
“I need to find Badbh.” Cedric’s voice was soft and low as he straightened her arm, showing her the correct motion of the swing for the dagger. “I can’t find anything and if anyone would know, it would be the Battle Goddess herself.”
“Badbh? Nemaine’s sister?” She practiced the corrected swing a few rounds. “How are we going to find her, and how is this going to go? I hear she loves to battle and appears as a Raven on a battlefield before picking a side to fight against. One can only pray she sides with you, or death is assured.”
“We’ll have to travel around in the more populated areas. There are more wars going on and she is bound to be at one of them. Luckily, she’s nothing like her sisters. I have come across her before with no issues. I have even spotted her in a few taverns and brothels that I frequent.” He leaned over her from behind and moved her arms in a different angle, showing her how to lead into a second move after the initial swing. “We’ll be headed back past King Frederick’s court. Did you want to drop by Raven’s Den?”
“No.” A heavy sensation hit his chest, and he paused as her tone of voice became sharp. “I don’t ever want to go back there again.”
“If that’s what you want, I won’t mention it again.” He cupped her within his body as he used her arms like a puppet with the swings of the dagger. “Here let me show you some more ways to keep a line of strikes going without stopping. You never want to pause in a fight unless you have made enough distance between you and your enemy.”
Feeling the warmth of his chest against her back, she bit her lip as his hand gripped on top of hers on the dagger. They made a wide swing which led into a quick jab, then his knee pushed into hers, causing them both to kneel on it, low to the ground. The hair on the nape of her neck stood on end as his weight made her lean forward, leading her into two more strikes. His breath against her ear and neck made her skin crawl with excitement. Tightening in her chest let her know he was feeling the lust as well, and he released her hand, but stayed in that overpowering position. His lips gently kissed her neck and shoulder as his hand slid around her abdomen, keeping her from breaking away.
Dropping the dagger to the ground, she leaned back into him, and they both gave way to the passion. Both had exhausted themselves in fighting the inevitable, there was no denying it. Their feelings hungered for this chance to be with one another again. They both wanted to have something more compassionate, a better memory to replace the dread that had painted over the one desperate night of fears when they had first lain with each other. No demon came forth, but that overwhelming want and need to be complete, to be with one another, for time to stop and sigh. Pure bliss with each touch encouraged them to give way to their desires, their bonding tying their moments of climax so one another could share it was nothing like either of them had felt before.
Breathless, he held her tight as they lay on the floor drunk in the moment of lust. Both feeling a great burden lifted from them. Skin to skin, it was easier to feel one another’s emotions and it was simply relief that they felt between them. Angeline shivered as the cold air caressed her exposed skin, and he pulled her tighter to him, giving her more warmth. For the first time, she could say that her feeling of loneliness had finally broken away from her. She was his Lady, and he her Lord and together they were bonded to one another’s souls. This was beyond what it meant to be married to one another, they had truly touched one another on a more spiritual plain, and it had lasting effects. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her once more.
“I’m glad we got that distraction out before we left.” He could feel a tension of hurt coming from her. “Stop getting upset. You felt how I was feeling. I wanted it and passionately gave it to you. It was not for my advantage, completely.”
Distraction, the word echoed in her mind leaving the moment shattered. Breaking away, she quickly dressed again, avoiding looking his way in fear that the anger she felt coming for him might encourage another moment between them. A tear managed to work its way cross her cheek, and in panic, she turned away, hoping he had not seen it. She was now struggling to get her boots on as she failed to see past the tears that blurred her vision. Her chest ached more now, as anxiety was building, but broke into a startle when a firm grip grabbed her jaw. Forced to look up, her lips crushed against his, and she let the tears fall. After a moment, he pulled away, taking her breath with the glow of his green eyes, “I think I do love you after all.”
Chapter Fourteen: Morrighan’s Chimeras
The steam puffs from the rabbit’s nose were soft, and nearly invisible to see so close to the snow-c
overed ground. Angeline did her best not to snuffle her nose and slow her breath. She crouched low to the icy ground from her hideout in the far off shrub. Her fingers were numb and ached, as she had held herself in her ready stance for several minutes. She refused to let the arrow fly until she was sure which lump of white she was staring at was the rabbit and which was a snow-covered rock. The rabbit perked his ears up, the steam shifting and revealing a better definition of where his head was. The arrow flew with a keen sound, cutting the air as it hit its mark with a thud. Waiting a moment before moving, she made sure there was nothing else interested in her prey. Cedric had made it very clear that in the wintertime, you are most likely hunting the same prey as a local beast or demon.
The snow crunched and popped beneath her steps as she came up on the carcass. He was rather plump for this far into the winter, but that made her meal heartier. She went about her normal routine, skinning, gutting, and prepping the rabbit. Very little went to waste and she had found it quite satisfying to be self-sufficient. The thrill of hunting and practicing her new skills gave her an improved sense of purpose. There was much she still did not know about this world of Cedric’s where every shadow held a new nightmare or truth. Returning to camp, she propped the meat over the fire and started working the skin over more. Cedric and Barushka watched her with curiosity. Angeline was unsure if Cedric had changed his thoughts about camping with her since their last travels or if it was just that cold.
“What are you planning to make with that skin?” Cedric had paused from his sword sharpening as he continued observing her task. “There’s not much there, it’s a small skin, barely enough cloth to patch the crotch of my pants.”
“I will make gloves or something for my fingers to keep them from going numb when aiming in cold weather.” Ignoring him, she continued focusing on her work. “So what has been keeping you in camp so much?”
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