Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of The Guardians but I do own this plot.

Aloha everyone! So, this is my 6th ROTG fanfic and the story is written in present tense but there will be a few flashbacks to how the pivotal events happened so I hope no one gets confuse. Other than that, enjoy my story and do leave a review :)

Warning: This chapter contains graphic erotic detailing.

Listen to:

Closer - Nine Inch Nails (such a sexy song ;D)

"Don't over think this," he whispered against my ear.

"We can't do this," I whispered back, trying to stop myself from moaning when his tongue shot out and licked the shell of my ear.

He wrapped his pale hand through my dark brown hair, while pulling my head back to look him in the eye.

His blue eyes were hazy with lust and there was a strange emotion residing in his irises and I recognized it immediately.

Determination.

He was not going to let me back down.

He pulled me close and roughly mashed his lips against mine as teeth nipped my lower lip.

I gave in and breathed a shuddering moan and he seemed encouraged by my response as he pried my mouth open and slid his tongue in.

Together, our tongues sparred and fought against each other for dominance as he flicked it in and out at such a fast rate that it felt like he was literally fucking my mouth.

"Jack," I moaned as he shushed me and pushed me to his bed.

There he released me and with a push of his hand, I went sprawling onto his bed, aroused and disorientated.

His blue eyes fixed on me with such intensity that I flush and squeezed my thighs together.

The ache building in me sent spasms down my nether regions as I saw his jaw flex and he gave a smirk.

"Your dress looks good," he began as I glance down and blushed.

It was my favorite turquoise dress that I had worn over my hunting cloak.

I gave him a small smile.

"But it looks better on the floor," he whispered that last part out as he joined me on the bed, molding his lips once more to mine.

I ran my fingers through his silvery locks as I felt the rough texture of his shirt brushing against my sensitive skin.

"We still shouldn't do this," I mumbled as I felt his lips at the base of my throat, licking and biting.

He stilled and looked up at me, confusion plainly written on his face.

The rebel looked at me with passive eyes as he regarded me coolly.

I stared at him back, trying to control my loud breathing.

It was silent for a while as we regarded each other in a tense silence.

"Why?" he asked in a mild tone.

Such a simple question, but it made my heart ache and other parts of my body ache with neglect.

I glanced at him as I bit down on my full lips and I could plainly see my own tortured expression reflected in his blue eyes.

My brilliant yellow eyes were hesitant yet eager as they shone with wanting for him but my expression remained torn.

"It's too complicated," I mumbled back.

"No one would ever know," he breathed out and I felt myself get even wetter at the sound of his breathy voice.

When I seemed to be thinking it over, he started running his hands up my thighs, slowly, seductively.

"I can make you feel so good, baby," he purred out and I bit back the urge to whimper.

"Just say yes," he said as his lips travel back to my ear and I shuddered when he dragged his teeth across my earlobe.

The throbbing down there intensified even more when I felt his hands travel upwards as he tickled the underside of my thighs, his hands dangerously close to my crotch.

I bit my lip when I felt his finger brush against the damp spot of my underwear and I gave a whimper.

Suddenly, he harshly pushed away the material and slipped his finger over my slick and wet folds, making me gasp and twitch under him.

His eyes remained steadily glued to mine as his finger kept on caressing me.

I threw my head back as my eyes slip shut of their own accord. I tried to keep my breathing level but his skilled fingers wouldn't let me.

"You're so wet," he groaned into my neck.

I cried out when I felt him pinch my little bundle of nerves.

Jack literally growled into my ear as I felt him push his finger deeper, making me cry out again and tears form in my eyes, but not from pain, never from pain.

Damn it I wanted him bad.

"Okay, okay" I said in a strange voice that sounded like a cross between a moan and a shriek.

I could feel him grin against my neck as he kissed the tender skin there.

"I. Am. Going. To. Make. You. Cum. Until. You. Can't. Anymore," he promised as he accentuated each word with a thrust of his finger as I felt my walls clamp down over his promises.

I shrieked and wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the pleasure coursing through my veins, lighting me with my own desire.

Jack then removed his finger and I couldn't control the whimper that slipped out from my mouth.

You are so weak, Nyx, so, so weak, I chastised myself as I felt him moving downwards, towards the apex of my thighs.

"Don't over think this," he whispered again as I felt him removing my underwear once and for all.

I was still in my dress and could feel the cool air brushing against my intimate parts, making me blush and grow impossibly wetter.

Jack then gave a devilish smirk as he callously unhooked my dress straps so that it fell to my front, leaving me bare chest and blushing.

Jack groaned.

"You weren't wearing anything underneath?" he questioned, his breathing heavy.

I shook my head as I ducked down and let my dark hair frame my face.

"It constricts me during horse riding," I whispered that part out as in embarrassment; I saw my nipples hardening under his lustful stare.

He gave a strain chuckle as he tentatively brushed his lips against the mound of my breast.

He looked up quizzically, as if asking for permission.

With his messed up silver-almost-white hair, fiery blue eyes and pouting lips, how could I saw no to him?

I nodded as he relaxed and started nipping every inch of my breast that he could reach. His right hand then snaked up from my inner thigh as he methodically stroked the underside of my other breast.

I closed my eyes and hummed in content as the gentle electric shocks were soothing and almost comfortable.

Without warning, I felt his tongue flick the tip of my nipple and my eyes shot open as I gave a loud gasp.

Jack then took my nipple into his mouth and all I could do was squirm underneath him as the intense pleasure course through my body.

Mewls and pants escaped from my overused throat as Jack continued flicking my nipple with his tongue, his eyes closed.

He then gave a moan and I nearly convulsed from the extra pleasure that the vibration gave my breast.

His fingers then twisted my other nipples as I bucked against his hips that were rendering me immobile to the bed.

Jack released my nipple with a last nibble as he looked at me with a smug grin.

I watched with baited breath as he removed my dress completely, tossing it down to the floor and before I could object, he started kissing the sensitive skin near my pelvis.

I gripped the cotton sheets of his bed tightly as I watched him move his mouth lower and lower until his lips were a mere inches to my sex.

His eyes shot up to me, daring me to stop him but all I could feel was a weird elation and a gnawing sense of wanting for the silver haired man eyeing me lustfully from the bottom of the bed.

He took my silence for a yes as suddenly, I felt his mouth on me.

A loud scream ripped through my vocals as I felt the electrifying feeling of his rough tongue scraping my sensitive bundle of nerves brutally as his promises of making me cum over and over again rang through my ears.

"So beautiful… So wet… I wanna fuck you so hard… You're all mine," were the murmurs that came from him in between of pleasuring me.

I moaned, I writhed and buck my hips in tandem to his sweet licks and rough nipping.

I felt my climax approaching as I started humping in earnest.

I wound my fingers through his hair as I came with a loud groan, the heat releasing inside of me until all I could see was white flashes of light.

And until all I could hear was his hum of approval as he licked me clean.

I felt spent, my legs turning to jelly when I saw retract his mouth from my sensitive flesh.

He gave me a little kiss there and I nearly convulsed again from the onslaught of sensory overload.

I watched through half lidded eyes as he rose up and ran his hand through my hair, the unsuspecting sweet gesture making me flush.

He fixed me with a smug grin.

"I'm not done with you yet… Princess," he said that last part rather condescendingly as I bit my lip.

I didn't know whether to feel insulted or to feel even more arouse.

It's true, I am a princess but that was another matter together…

"Bring it on… Rebel," I said that last part out as his nostrils flared and he pulled me up against him roughly.

"So that's the way it's going to be?" he asked in a low tone as his lips trailed butterfly kisses down the base of my throat.

I nodded as I squeezed my eyes shut, not willing to let another unwilling moan escape through me.

Because tonight he seemed to be drawing it out of me without my consent.

His hands brushed my sides as he positioned me in front of him, directly so that we were face to face.

He trailed his arms as his eyes were lost in thought until I felt him brush against my tender nipples again.

I couldn't hold in the squirm when his fingers lightly tugged my swollen bud and he noticed it.

Damn him.

He smirked as he gazed down at my flush body, to the wetness slowly dripping out of me. I bit my lip when he started tugging my nipple harshly and then I finally broke.

I gave a long drawn out moan as his fingers kept on manipulating the arousal out of me.

He pulled my hips flush to his and my eyes widened.

I felt something hard poking my sex and when I looked down, I noticed that his pants were poking out at me in a foreign way, almost as if…

Dear God, he was aroused too, I thought as I unconsciously licked my lips.

Jack seemed to have noticed as his breathing deepened a little and with a gentle notion, he took my right palm and placed it directly over his crotch so that I could feel the heat radiating from him.

"This is what you do to me," he murmured in a tone like velvet as I flushed and subconsciously, my palm accidently flexed against him.

Jack gripped my palm tighter as I felt rather than hear him give a gasp.

With a shot of bravery at his reaction, I squeezed a little harder and saw from my peripheral vision, his head thrown back.

I then decided to take it step farther as I slowly unbutton and unzipped his pants.

Before he could object, I slipped his dark grey boxers down and my eyes widened.

Shoot… He was huge.

Jack watched me with hooded eyes, anticipating.

I started gently fisting his member, methodically stroking him.

Jack then closed his eyes as he tried to control his breathing.

I suddenly felt insulted.

He had spent God knows how long punishing moans out of me and here he was trying to control his desire?

I growled as I leaned up, so that my legs were splayed on either side of his and gripped his manhood tighter.

Jack gave a gasp as I felt his hot breath on my shoulder.

With a newfound determination, I ran my hands up and down his shaft, fisting the base of it and rubbing the swollen head with my thumb.

It was when I ran my thumb across his slit, earning a small glob of pre-cum that I first heard it.

A low moan.

I smirked.

I sped up my movements as I felt his body shudder and heave.

"Nyx," he croaked out.

I breathed deeply; my hands slickened with his evident arousal.

"Nyx, baby, I'm gonna…" he trailed off and before I knew it, he had flipped me over so that I was pinned underneath him once more.

He shook his head, his eyes mischievous.

"And here I thought you were innocent," he stated in an amused tone, his face wearing a smile but his eyes dark with want.

I smirk as I purposely flexed my hips against his and my bare sex accidently made contact with his impressive manhood.

We both groaned simultaneously as he eyed me calmly.

"I'm ready," he stated in a reassuring tone.

I nodded, looking distracted.

I knew he was, but what about me?

Was I ready to throw away everything I believe for this man? Granted this beautiful, feisty, enigmatic man?

I refused to think about the consequences that my actions would cause because I already knew the answer deep down in me.

I was ready.

His eyes softened when he saw my hesitation as he gently cupped my face and fixed his blue eyes on my amber ones.

"Nobody will have to know," he said in a soft tone as I saw the sincerity reflected in his gorgeous blue eyes…

Stop it, Nyxonne! You can't be falling for him, my subconscious scold.

I took a small breath as I visibly relax under him.

I nodded and looked up at him and I could see my brilliant yellow eyes which were currently dilated, reflected in his eyes.

"Yes," I said as I saw a relief smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He gripped my hips gently, almost reverently in his hands.

"It'll hurt but after the pain, there is only pleasure," he promised as I nodded, biting my lip again in nervous anticipation.

That's when I felt him slowly entering me and I had to bite my lip even harder to stop the whine of pain from escaping me.

He took his time, being gentle and I felt grateful.

He kept the steady pace, reassuring me in hushed tones, his forehead resting against mine.

When he was completely sheathed underneath me, I felt him still as he gave me time to adjust to the overwhelming fullness of him.

He then unexpectedly took my hand in his and gave me a strained smile.

"Squeeze it until it stops hurting," he commanded in a whisper as I nodded.

That was all the warning he gave and with a sudden yet swift motion he broke through the barrier holding my virtue.

I unconsciously bit into his shoulder to stop the scream of pain from being released as I frantically squeezed his hand.

Motherfucker, that seriously hurt.

I gave short, sporadic gasps as the pain dulled and slowly, a gut aching sensation washed over me, blinding and demanding.

Jack seemed to have his eyes closed and the muscle in his jaw was twitching as he tried to control the urge to pound into me.

I tentatively raised my hand up and brushed his hair as he jolted his eyes open.

I then experimented and moved my hips in a swirling motion but had to stop.

Oh. God. What was that?

The feeling of liquid hot pleasure that was coursing through my veins was electrifying as I gave a small moan.

"Nyx," Jack panted out. "Stop that, if it hurts, I can't control myself," he said in a labored breath.

I stifled a giggle and repeated my previous actions, earning a growl from him.

"I'm fine," I whispered out as I watched relief flit across his face before turning into determination.

He then growled again as the sound travelled all the way to my womanhood.

"Get ready," he said through gritted teeth and before I could brace myself, he had started pounding into me at such a punishing pace that I couldn't stop the wanton scream from ripping through my vocal chords.

Sweat dripped down his face as his labored breathing turned into pants.

"I'm not… Gonna go… Gentle on you," he gritted out.

I stifled another scream as I felt him reach down to tug on my clit while he continued fucking me in his relentless pace.

I met him thrust for thrust, moan for moan as I felt that sweet feeling of heat coiling in me.

I was squirming and bucking against him, each release of breath sounding like a hoarse sigh. My legs had found themselves around him as the angle intensified the pleasure even more.

My nails were leaving deep indentations on his back and he didn't seem to care.

"Let go, come for me," Jack grunted out as I gasp at the quivering I felt at his dominating tone.

I cried out, the release imminent.

"Nyx, come," he gritted out and that's when I felt it.

His nail then scraped against my clit.

I choked on my scream as I felt the pleasure exploding inside of me, lifting me up to the highest of ecstasies.

"Oh, God, Jack!" I screamed as I heard him come too.

"Nyx!" he moaned as I felt his hot release ricocheting of my walls, the unexpected pressure making me orgasm again as I groaned.

Spent, he collapsed on top of me as his weight was a warm welcome.

I drew a shuddering breath as my limbs went lax.

"Wow," I heard him say after a few moments as he looked up at me with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Mhm hmm," I said dreamily as I gently ran my fingers back in his hair again, smoothing the wayward mess.

"Three times," he stated as I flush and gave him a mock punch.

That was when I realized he was still in me.

Jack seemed to notice too as he slowly withdrew his deflating manhood and wrapped me in his arms, so that he was spooning against me.

I turned so that we were face to face as I planted a soft kiss on his swollen lips.

He looked up at me through sleepy blue eyes that made my heart throb and kissed me back on the forehead.

"Goodnight Jack," I whispered.

"Goodnight," he whispered back as slowly but surely, his eyes slip closed and his breathing turned peaceful.

He looked so young and so vulnerable when he was asleep, so different from his usual cocky, composed self.

I gave a small smile as I ran the backs of my knuckles on the slopes of his pale features, admiring them.

Then, the magnitude of what I did just hit me.

If it wasn't for Jack's arms around me, I would have leapt from the bed and tumbled onto the floor like a scalded cat.

Shit.

Shit.

Double shit.

I groaned as I hid my face in my hands, a sudden feeling of helplessness washed over me.

I had not only made love to Jack Frost, one of the notorious members of a secret rebel group called the Guardians, but I had also completely betrayed my kingdom.

And my father.

I thought about my father's brilliant yellow eyes, so much like mine but his was filled with cruel composure.

I pictured the look of disgust on his cold face when he found out his daughter was literally sleeping with one of the enemy.

The very same one who was waging a rebellion that threatened to tear my father's kingdom apart.

The very same one that wanted my father dead for all the sins he had committed.

The Guardians would stop at nothing to defeat my father as their leader Nicholas "North" said.

They would even murder me if they had to get to him.

I swallowed.

I'm sure you must be wondering what the heck I'm saying right?

My name is Nyxonne Lilith Black and I'm the princess of Araemethia.

My father?

The cruel, tyrannical Pitch Black.