by Lucian Bane
He thrust his hips and Isadore gave a loud cry and several gasp as his entire cock plunged deep inside her. She arched her back, gripping his body between her legs, needing to have her nipples against his chest.
Ruin pressed his forehead to her shoulder, breathing heavily in her ear. “So perfect.” His cock pushed against her inner walls with every pulsating throb. “Isadore,” he croaked as he latched his fingers on to her shoulders and pulled out slowly, then returned with the same delicious pace that allowed her to feel every bit of his perfection. He flicked his hips at the very last, exacting more sharp cries and moans from her. “I need to…” a feral grunt cut off his words.
“Do it, do what you need, take me.” She leaned up and kissed him, hunger ravaging her body. “Take me, Ruin. Take it.”
He growled, his fingers biting into her shoulder as he again pulled out very slowly and returned the same. “I need to go slow,” he finally managed between harsh breaths. “I…need to feel you.” He slid his hand beneath her and splayed firm fingers over her ass, keeping her tight against him, his cock buried deep again.
Pleasure pushed in waves through his manhood, pressing into her body in a delicious rhythm. Again he flicked his hips with a hard groan and Isadore matched him, pulling his mouth to hers, kissing him with a senseless hunger, her body ready to come undone. “Fuck me, please,” she whimpered against his lips.
Chapter Nine
Ruin fought to maintain control of his body but with Isadore begging him to fuck her was doing things to him he couldn’t fight. The fire and ice in his body was out of control and he needed to be careful, he had no idea what was really happening, but whatever it was, was powerful. Without words, her body screamed what she needed, and he worried what might happen if he gave it. But even as he fought, his body began picking up speed and in three heavenly strokes, he was lost—to himself—to her—to what was happening between them.
“Ruin!” she cried.
He lifted his upper body, needing to see the phenomena with his own eyes, see her beauty beneath him. His, all his. Her tight breasts jerking with every slam of his cock, her beautiful face etched by what he did, what he did to her. He growled with the hard heat, hotter with every stroke, harder than he could stand it when she slid her hand between them and rubbed her clit.
“Fuck, angel, fuck yes!” He clenched his eyes tight and bared his teeth, his release gripping him in a blinding white heat that seared every bit of his mind and body all at once. The fire and ice erupted, shooting into her body at the moment of his orgasm, latching on to her muscles and nerves, binding their bodies and minds together. Ruin ground his final strokes as deep and hard as he could, taking her gasps and cries into his mouth and every part of himself, pressing his entire body into hers, feeling her completely until he was utterly spent.
Both of them lay in a heap of spent limbs, breathing heavily, the sound of awe and rapture lingering in their moans.
Worried he’d crush her, Ruin rolled off, pulling her with him, his arms and legs wrapping her body close. He never wanted to part from this moment. Ever. And he was sure he never would.
Isadore moaned into his chest, snuggling as though she felt the same illogical need to get somehow closer. Consummation. It suddenly struck him hard that he needed to re-read her Bible. If it was the truth, he needed to try to understand it entirely. There were so many contradictions in it, he’d been sure it was contrived by humans to satisfy the supernatural things they felt, and even experienced in the natural, but couldn’t explain. He hadn’t thought that was entirely bad, and even understandable to a degree. It just merely seemed to him like somebody got carried away in the fictional department. He’d given them an A+ for creativity, in fact.
Exhaustion settled on Ruin, slowly sucking every ounce of strength from his body until sleep cocooned him. He had Isadore. She was entirely his now. He felt it to the very depths of his spirit and soul. And it had been the very food he needed since the moment he took his first breath on Earth, since the moment he set eyes on her.
As he drifted into the darkness, he stared at her face in his mind, streaked with tears of joy from his love confession. He wished he’d confessed those things much earlier on. And there was so much more. He hadn’t mentioned, nor did he intend to. The terror buried far beneath his natural bones, in another realm even, whispering dark secrets he couldn’t fathom but knew he would soon. How would it affect her? That was the source of his terror. Not knowing how she would feel about him when that darkness came to open her eyes and his.
Ruin finally slept. And dreamed. It was odd because he was aware that he was dreaming. He was reaching for something, something he desperately needed. It was dark. He couldn’t see what he was reaching for only that he knew he needed to reach it. Then the darkness cleared, and Isadore’s screaming face fell before him, both hands reaching up for him to catch her.
Ruin jolted awake, scaring Isadore who sat up next to him. He looked around, remembering where he was, relief wilting him.
“You had a bad dream?” She stroked his face, guiding him back down on the bed and laying on his chest.
“Yes.” He stroked her head, wrapping her in his arms, rubbing her body with his fore-arms and legs.
She gave a contented moan that jerked his cock awake. She gave another moan at feeling it, more eager, followed by her hot mouth sucking hard at his neck and her hands guiding his cock along her folds, still wet from before. She straddled his hips and guided the head of his cock to her entrance. She lowered in one glorious stroke, crying out as she took him entirely inside her.
“Angel,” he gasped, gripping her hips tight, watching her. She gave a twirl and flick of her hips, causing things deep inside her to push on the head of his cock. He gave a deep groan and dug his fingers into her ass, making her do it again, more. She gasped out a moan and slid her hands along her tight stomach to cup her breasts, causing his breath to rush out of him. “I do fucking love your breasts, I do.”
She kept her gaze on his face while biting her lower lip, her fingers gliding along the hardened nipples, making them bow beneath her eager touch. Ruin bared his teeth from the bolt of fire that shot through his cock, digging his fingers into her ass for more rapid jerks, bringing an explosion of high pitched cries from her that drove him to never want it to end. He’d not witnessed many things in his existence but was very positive that what he was seeing, right in that moment, was unfathomable beauty in all its possible reproductions. Every single thing she did, every sound she made, the shape of her mouth in pleasure. God, the way she squeezed both her tits. What kind of spell did she have on him? What kind of power?
His eyes followed her every move, hands on her breasts, hips rocking, twirling. He studied the lines between her brows, the way they deepened when her fingers grazed the tips of her peaks. His eyes hungrily followed her hand gliding down her stomach. She raised up on his cock and buried her fingers between her folds, her entrance contracting hard on the head of his cock and commanding Ruin’s breath in a sharp gasp.
Then she began to make love to him, moving up and down his cock in long, slow strokes. He fought to watch and not get lost to the feel, watch himself disappear inside her exquisite heat, a silky tight glove, watched her face crimp with desperate pleasure, lip captured between her teeth as her fingers danced over her sweet clit. But it was the sexy sharp grunts she gave that drove him so very crazy.
“Do it Angel, make it hard and hot for me.” He bucked his hips, losing more control when the movement brought a cry from her that he suddenly had to have a lot more of. “I’m going to fuck you now Angel. Are you ready?”
“Yes, yes, do it.”
Ruin grabbed hold of her waist and moved her rapidly over his cock.
“Yes like that. Oh my God, yes.”
“Rub your clit, I want you to come like this.”
“Oh God,” she barely managed, “I…I can’t.”
Ruin hissed and growled, hands clamping down on her waist preventing any s
udden movements. He was one hair from erupting. Eyes clenched tight and head back, he finally rode the tidal wave of heat that bit his entire groin. Finally getting control back, he whispered, “Rub your clit now.” He rolled his hips once, slow and hard. “I’ll let you get close and then fuck you until you’re screaming.”
She was already rubbing and his words made her gasp as she did what he said.
He watched her, his cock ready and throbbing inside her. “Your pussy is so tight around me.” He looked up her body, eyes locking on her tits. “Rub your nipples Angel, make your clit hotter for me.”
She obeyed him and the sight stole his breath. She soon began moving up and down on him again, her cries getting louder.
“You’re getting close, I can feel it,” he hissed, pinching her other nipple in hunger and setting her off.
“Oh God!”
At the expression, Ruin gripped her waist with a growl and worked her on and off his cock until her lovely tits bounced and the room filled with the delicious sound of his cock slamming into her, and her cries, God those cries of pleasure, peaking to near shrieks.
She fell on him and grabbed his face, kissing him as he jerked her on and off his cock, her cries in his mouth now, mixing with his harsh grunts. “Angel!” he gasped, keeping her tight to his body and working her hips so that the head of his cock hit against her core. Her lips kissed at his ear, hot breaths of I love you, I love you riding the white hot ecstasy that claimed him, making it more perfect than he could ever imagine it to be.
Ruin wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close to him when it was all done. “Wow,” he breathed.
“Wow, yes,” she agreed, lifeless on top of him. “You really are good at that.”
He grinned. “I learned from the best.”
That earned him a weak laugh. “I don’t think I taught you that.”
“Oh yes you did.” He stroked her head, kissing the top of it. “You taught me everything I know, Angel. How to speak, how to understand things--”
“How to lie, how to be good in ways that aren’t really good, how to lie,” she repeated, “oh and how to love my nipples.”
He wrapped his arms tighter around her. “Yes, and I learned that well.” He dumped her on the bed next to him and sucked said dessert into his mouth, moaning in hungry appreciation. “I love your nipples,” he gasped, nibbling on the hard tip.
She moaned between laughter, “You did mention that once or twice.”
“I can’t say it enough.” He cupped the other one and tended it next with a hungry perfection. “They should be sucked daily. All day.”
“Ouch,” she laughed.
“I would be very gentle. Most of the time.”
“I could think of a few things that need sucking too.”
“Could you?” he glided his lips over the perky tip and slid his middle finger between her wet folds, flicking softly over her clit. “This?”
“Mmmm, maybe.” She reached for his cock and slid her finger over his sensitive slit. “And this.”
“Fuck,” he gasped, pushing into her touch, letting her pull him to her lips. “I love when you do that.”
“I know you do,” she whispered. “Oh my God you’re hard again,” she grinned against his lips.
“Is that abnormal?”
“I have no clue, really. Thinking no. Since I’m so bloody desirable.”
“Think you’re right, Angel.” He rolled on top of her and grew serious as he poised at her entrance. “Is it how you expected?” He slid slowly inside her, immediately forgetting his question at watching and feeling her body arch beneath him. He sucked along the silky column of her neck as she gave her soft yes yes.
“It was more than I ever expected,” he confessed, moving inside of her with his eyes closed, feeling her. “I love when your sweet body clamps me so tight.” He grunted and slammed all the way in, catching her cry with his lips. “I especially love when you do that. Drives me crazy. Makes me need…”
She gripped his hips and began jerking him in and out of her, thrashing her head, her mouth open with incessant cries and brows furrowed. “Fuck me, fuck me!”
“Makes me need to fuck you hard, Angel,” he gasped, flicking his hips faster and harder. “This?” he barely managed.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Your fucking tits,” he whispered, watching them bounce hard now. He grabbed her arms and held them down, giving him leverage. “I like to hold you down Angel,” he growled. “Make you take all of me, the way I want you.”
“Oh God, yes, make me, I love when you make me!” she managed between nearly shrill cries.
“I’m coming Angel.” The warning came on a growl and he dove for her neck, mouth open wide and sucking hard as the waves of orgasm rocked and blinded him. His strokes turned hard and deep, the song of her climax vibrating into his mouth until he was dizzy from it.
In that instant, Ruin realized it and jerked his head up. They weren’t alone.
He quickly pulled out of her body and watched as the pen on the table next to the bed shook. The tip began to leak ink, at first slowly, then it flooded the table.
Ruin pulled Isadore out of the bed as the ink spilled onto the floor then rose up like a narrow door. A body suddenly stepped sideways through the skinny wall of ink, the black liquid encasing them until a solid onyx Scriber stood before them, his finger against his lips in a shhhhhh.
Holy shit.
He raised a finger and wrote in the air. We’re surrounded, but still cloaked. One wrong move from either of you, and we’re in for a long fight. Get dressed, don’t use any power, and let’s get in the truck and leave. I’ll be waiting. Move quickly.
He let himself out of the room and Ruin pulled Isadore to him and kissed her then pressed a shhhh to her ear as he handed over her bag of close and nodded. She nodded back and they both got dressed and walked out of the room, eying the swarm of demons in the air above them. They flew like vultures , knowing, sensing them in the vicinity, waiting for some signal. Being careful not to give them any, Ruin and Isadore crept to the truck where Scriber waited with his finger pressed to his lips, reminding them to be quiet.
Neither needed reminding.
They finally got on the highway, Ruin in the driver seat, when Scriber spoke. “We’re fine now.”
Isadore let out a sigh of relief and Ruin relaxed a little.
“Congratulations,” Scriber said. They both looked at him and he merely stared out the window, legs crossed and in his human form. “On your wedding.”
“Wedding?” Isadore glanced at Ruin with wide eyes.
“It’s what drew them. Your consummation.”
Isadore looked at Ruin, her jaw dropped and eyes wide, mouthing, “He knows?”
“All of the realms know,” Scriber said lightly. “It was literally Earth moving.”
Ruin couldn’t keep from grinning and nodding. “I agree.”
Isadore slapped his leg.
“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Scriber said. “Your consummation has initiated the second phase of our prophecy.”
Ruin leaned and looked at him a moment. “You sound relieved.”
“We are.”
“We?” Ruin asked.
“Those who wanted it to happen of course. Those who are on the right side of the prophecy.”
“So…” Isadore began, “Our…consummation was…prophetic?”
“Indeed Mrs. Ruin. In-deed.”
Ruin grinned full out at Isadore’s perplexed face. “Indeed Mrs. Ruin,” he repeated, winking at her.
“But we’re not…” She seemed to gradually become ashamed.
“For this reason a man shall leave his father and be united with his wife, and the two will be one flesh,” Scriber said. “So that they are no longer two, but one.” He turned to her. “What God has joined together, let no man put asunder. Your consummation is an eternal binding. It is a glorious mystery not realized by many, and abused by most.”
“Ah,” Isadore sa
id, wide eyes.
Ruin navigated through traffic up a huge bridge. “I think Isadore may be abusing it. She’s pretty—“
Isadore punched him and hissed, “Stop it!”
“What?” he laughed. “I’m just saying you’re pretty—“ Ruin slammed the brakes and pulled off the road halfway up the bridge, his side erupting with sudden pain. “Something… is supposed to happen here.”
Chapter Ten
Ruin opened the door of the truck and began walking up the bridge just as the screech of tires, horns, and banging metal filled the air.
“Oh my God,” Isadore grabbed his arm, suddenly at his side. “An accident, it’s an accident.” She tapped him repeatedly on the shoulder like he wasn’t hearing all of it.
“Stay here,” Ruin said, hurrying forward, not wanting her to know this was likely a judgement. He glanced over his shoulder and eyed Scriber. “Watch her.”
Scriber saluted him and Ruin ignored Isadore’s babysitting remark then ran up the bridge, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. It wasn’t a clear-cut job, that was certain. The spiritual chaos in the air was deafening, the area flooded with both dark and light Negotiators, as well as Carnificem, and other beings he wasn’t familiar with. By the time he got to the accident, the area was crowded with screaming people out of their cars, most on phones, staring with hands over their mouths at the bus hanging precariously off the bridge along with another car.
Finally Ruin gathered he was to judge five of the teens on the bus. No, four. No, three.
What the hell? He walked forward some more and stopped. Closing his eyes, he focused on the spiritual chatter. Two souls were being debated still. Ruin located the three that seemed to be undisputed. Head injuries. Already dead and ready for transporting. The Soul Prison moved into place and he looked around, waiting for people to point at the freak show.
Ruin caught site of Grim, on his right and nearby. And as usual, his presence kicked Ruin’s power into high gear, ready to be aimed. In an instant, Ruin had the three souls collected, and delivered them to Grim, listening for the verdict on the final two.