War

Ok guys, the long awaited next chapter is FINALLY here, sry for the wait, life was just like "Write, Write? Hells no!" So here it is, I might suggest rereading the last chapter, I'll tie in a little last bit of last chapter to help out some too. I hope you like it.
and PS- STILL LOOKING FOR BETA FOR ANYONE WHO'S INTERESTED.



LAST TIME, ON WAR:

"I told you Cat, I can't die."

She watched her fingers dance over the dark vines along his shoulder gently, his muscles tensed, the touch caused him pain.

"Where did that come from?"

Azel's tone darkened but he refused to release her.

"That's something that shows up from time to time, something that helps me fight."

She swallowed and pulled her fingers from the design.

"Is it something from over the Wall?"

He sighed against her shoulder, running his stubbled jaw against her soft neck.

"Don't stop Cat, that felt divine."

She furrowed her brow in confusion, allowing her hands to venture further down his back the dark design running under her fingertips. A shudder ran through him as he sucked in a breath. It didn't cause him pain, but pleasure. She realized this as she felt his length hardening beneath her, only a thin blanket separating them, thrown over his nakedness casually before.

"Azel-"

"You don't need to panic Cat, I told you before, nothing will happen again unless you make it so."

To her surprise she detected a very deep tone of sadness in his voice, as if she were something so far out of reach he wouldn’t even try. She pulled away from him slightly, only to rest her forehead against his and close her eyes, taking in his scent. He was beautiful, and kind to her, could a slave really ask for more?

"What if I'm scared?"

Azel's eyes froze over again with their familiar cold expression, his arms falling away from her finally releasing her.

"Then nothing will happen Cat."

He tried to move away but her arms about his neck held him firm, his gaze meeting hers in slight confusion.

"What if I want something to happen?"


AND NOW, WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR...


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She watched his stone hard face as he studied her carefully. She felt him twitch against her at her words, clearly an enticing statement.

"You have to be sure, because once I get a taste I won't be able to stop myself."

His hands went to the bottom of her blood stained dress, sliding up her thighs and showing inch by inch of her skin. She didn't need to speak; her lips fell to his lightly only to be overtaken passionately. His strong arms held her firmly to him, her body smashed against his as his mouth worked hungrily against hers. Despite the urgency in his actions he was gentle and yet somehow dominant at the same time.

Catherine could feel his length growing against her, becoming rock hard beneath her. Heat radiated off his body almost as if he had a fever, his hands running up her sides, taking her dress with them until it was pulled over her head. A deep flush covered her cheeks; she was naked before him, completely at his mercy. Every ounce of her told her she should be afraid but a warm wetness was forming between her legs and she soon found her body deciding for her. He straightened himself, his hands exploring her curves as he started to maneuver himself over her. He leaned her back slowly onto the cot, a limited amount of room but he made it work, sliding himself out from under her. He was somehow able to support himself and her in this but it was beyond her how.

She watched the candlelight reflect off his tense muscles along his arms and chest. The dark vines traveled elegantly along his shoulder, rising from his back; to her it looked as if they stood out from his skin, as if raised. He kissed her heatedly, his breathing growing heavier by the minute. Azel loomed over her dominantly but was careful to avoid her most intimate parts, at least for now. Catherine found herself feeling very submissive, allowing him free reign over her. Her hands explored his chest and stomach lightly, sending goose bumps along his skin. Azel lowered himself towards her slowly, his lips falling to her throat, she could feel his erection against her thigh but she didn't feel afraid anymore.

Azel could feel the heat growing in his mark again, to steal her innocence would damn him further but he no longer cared. The war would consume him, and soon, he wouldn't even be human anymore. But that dark future felt distant to him now, Catherine was all that filled his vision. She was flushed a beautiful pink from her face to her chest, her eyes half lidded as she writhed under him. His shaft slid against her wetness, eliciting a gasp from her. She was no longer afraid of what was to come, he allowed himself free reign of her now.

His hands traveled up her ribs to her breasts, he smiled as she rose to the touch, her head falling back as he teased her sensitive flesh. But he didn't want to play anymore; his dominant side was not in the mood to play. He pulled her body down the cot roughly, his hands gripping her hips as he rested himself between her legs. He kissed her roughly, drawing her mind away from his hand that was guiding him to her unclaimed innocence. She broke the kiss and cried out when he forced himself into her. He hadn't been gentle, and tears threatened to flow past her cheeks.

Catherine refused to let them run, she wouldn't cry. Her sex was burning from the rough intrusion, but there was also a strange sweet feeling of being filled. Her hands found his back as he slid himself from her and roughly back in. She winced, but the pain was being to subside, replaced by something far more enjoyable. She rolled her hips against his; wanting to feel him deeper, and telling him she was no longer in pain. He received her message loud and clear, setting an even pace, covering her cries of pleasure with a solid kiss. She was unbelievably tight, it had been so long since he had taken a girls innocence.

Her muscles rippled around him, triggered by the slightest sensation, and she was so wet. His back was beginning to spasm, forcing him to thrust harder and faster, his sac smacking against her skin in rhythm with his thrusts. Without warning, Catherine arched against him, her muscles gripping Azel almost painfully as her head fell back in ecstasy. It was almost more than he could take, but he didn't want to stop, not yet. His body refused to obey him, driving him faster into her, urged on by her declining orgasm. Catherine's nails dug deep into his back as he thrusted into her, his orgasm finally peaking. She felt his warmth spread inside her, as his body slowly relaxed.

He lifted himself slightly from her and reached down next to the cot for something. Catherine tried to see what he was doing, but his body blocked her view. He pulled up one of the rags she had used to clean him. He rolled over onto his side to face her. He was staring at her strangely, he wasn't cold or distant or seemingly out of reach. There was something warm there, she couldn’t quiet explain it.

Azel slid the rag down her sweat-covered body, leaving a light wet trail. He watched her close her eyes, relishing in the cool feeling. He gently wiped away her blood and the seed he had left. She didn't flinch from him, or look at him questioningly, and for the first time in a long time he felt soothed.


YAY! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, plz R&R, expect next update on Wed, or Thurs. Hopefully I'll be able to get back to my regular monday updates again soon. TOODLES!