A/N- So, it's been five years since I've written for this story and since I had to edit the original content to conform to the rating standards of Fanfiction. I can't bring my self to continue this story as much as I LOVED it though because Supernatural and Crowley have both changed so much. I am not up to current on the show and haven't been for a few years now. It breaks my heart to say this and to not be able to continue, but my heart just isn't in it anymore. I am sorry to anyone who may still be waiting (haha) on a new chapter but I doubt anyone is since it has been so long! I do have a very small portion of a never finished and never posted chapter 11 that I will be posting in the case that anyone would want to torture themselves with a seriously lame mid-scene cliff hanger. lol Still Love you guys who read and a great many thanks to all who reviewed in the past or present. Please, enjoy the story at it's full content. -Voncile 333
Temptāre
The taller of the two women coward when the shorter one rose her hand to back hand her.
"I gave you strict orders. All you had to do was follow them and not stray from the plan!" Corsica growled as she swiped a stray piece of her jet black hair back. Her midnight blue eyes glowed as they caught the light of the lit torch above the taller girl. She glowered at the taller one with solid white eyes showing her dominance.
"I am sorry. Please give me another chance? I know I don't deserve it…" The all black eyed tall girl begged but was cut off.
"I shall only give you one last chance. If you do not follow my instructions perfectly, there will be consequences." The five foot four slender young woman warned. Her eyes changed back to her regular human eyes of their deep blue.
"Thank you Madame Corsica. You are truly, a gracious ruler." The tall girl bowed and attempted to flatter the ebony haired woman in front of her before disappearing from the room.
"Foolish bottom feeder." She mumbled as she walked out onto the busy coble stone street of this small insignificant town in Caithness county, Scotland.
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Fergus sat at the usual pub he visited when he was at the port looking for materials of his profession. The place was bustling with the usual mugs that rubbed elbows and brawled after drinking past their limit. All the loud men and scarcely dressed floosies enjoying themselves the best they knew how in these times. Ladies and gents came and went, boys became men, and women became ladies of the night.
A hush fell on the jubilant room as a young woman with black hair stepped inside. As she walk further into the room, her dress swooshed with the movement of her hips. Most, if not all, the men in the room stared at her; lust filled their eyes as they examined her assets which were proudly displayed. The ladies, as few as there were, watched her, eyes greenest envy as she managed to get every man's attention with a simple as motion as walking.
Fergus watched the lovely young woman move her eyes from him to another man whom she locked as her mark for the moment. She walked on air around the man as she seduced him up from his chair and out of the pub. He thought to him self how lucky he was to have a wife who loved him and didn't need a lady's attention like these ladies.
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A week later
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Again, Fergus sat in the same pub with the materials he had to pick up for his current wardrobe project. The same raven haired woman from the previous week walked past him as she stare at him, her dark blue eyes empty and hungry. He drank his craig as he watched her lure a different man each time she came back in. He wondered how many times a day she did this and why she needed to, she looked well kept and healthy.
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Two weeks later
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He sat in his same wooden chair as always, watching, as he had began to do so every week now, as the fair skinned black haired woman continued to take men to a secret destination. He had started to get more courage about keeping his eyes on her, he'd never touch or look to desperate, nor would he ever go with her, or so he thought. He rewarded himself with an extra pint today for being such a strong willed man.
He stood from his seat to walk outside, the liquid he had put away needed to be released. He went to the latrine and began to urinate as he soon heard sounds of heavy panting. He glanced around, searching for it's origin. Spotting a small shack, he finished and quietly walked over to the shabby structure.
He peered in between the planks and saw the woman as she was being intimate with the last john she had picked. He was becoming aroused as he watched and listened to them grunting and gasping their way through the act with their skin slapping together loudly.
Fergus reached into his kilt and grabbed himself and began to yank wildly as he watched and listened. Being sure to keep quiet as he released himself into the air. He peeked back into the shack but neither of them remained. He left with his bindle towards the road back to his home.
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Fergus kissed his wife and waved to his boy as he headed back to the port for more materials.
"Ma, why does father have go back so often?"
Malavina remained quiet as she stood in the door way of their small home, watching her beloved husband walk away. He had seemed more and more eager to go each week for nearly two months now and when he eventually came home, he wreaked of brew, smoke, salt water, and most of all, easy women. She worried her husband may have been giving it to other women, her heart ached with sorrow and broken wishes.
The young boy only could watch, he grabbed his mothers hand attempting to give her some comfort, "I love you, ma."
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Fergus needed to pick up very little this week as things had been slow. As he carried his satchel into the familiar pub and sat at his usual table, the young woman who'd mysteriously appeared around the port approached him. His heart thudded loudly in his chest, surely she could hear it as she stood behind him and bent down to place her arms loosely around his neck. "I've seen you around quite a bit." Her accent was smooth and thick as she spoke softly into his ear. Moving in front of him, she swayed a little as she showed off her body, "Watching me…" She trailed off as she put her hands on her hips. "Come with me." She begged as she slowly swayed her hips out the door. Fergus, eyes fixed on her as he left his seat, followed her out to the small shack he had seen her and a man commit an act in over a month ago.
He walked inside the shack behind her, he reached under her arms and around her front as he cupped her breasts with his warm hands. She arched her backside towards where he stood behind her, enticing him. He pulled the front of her dress down, freeing her breasts from it, and tweaked her nipples with precise thumbs as he bucked his hips against her bottom. She groaned, feeling his excitement against her as she lifted her dress around her waist. He reached under his kilt, unbuttoned his linen under pants and began passing his hand over his penis making himself larger. She huffed in anticipation for him to enter her, once he did, she was suddenly in euphoria as he thrust against her shaking body. They both panted heavily as they neared completion, and as he filled her with his contents while continuing to thrust, she gasped as she reached a climax.
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Kissing his wife as he made love to her in their home, Fergus recalled his time with Corsica earlier in the week. Malavina looked into his eyes, they seemed distant and his mind full of thoughts. She felt the same worry rise in her again and found her self at a loss to enjoy their time together.
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Later that evening
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"Fergus, I worry so much about you." Malavina said as she kissed his forehead at the table.
"Malavina, you don't need to worry, darling." Fergus tried to soothe his loyal, loving wife. He was feeling very guilty for stepping out on their marriage. All he could imagine anymore, since he'd been with Corsica, was her face, her hair, her body, the way he fit inside her.
"Fergus!" Malavina shouted for the third time. Once again, his eyes had glazed over and he had been lost in his thoughts.
"What?" He asked, confused at first why she had yelled. Then realizing he had been ignoring her for his naughty thoughts, he cleared his throat and continued to eat the stew they were having.
"Nothin' at all, I was only concerned." She said as she wringed her hands, then sat at the table.
"Eat, woman." Fergus told her.
She nodded as she began to eat with her family, trying her best to not worry so much.
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Again, back at the port, Fergus sat in the pub, waiting for the black haired beauty to walk in and take him back to the place where they had made such different, and captivating love. She had become a bit of an obsession. But she never showed and he went home cranky for not seeing her or touching her. His wife worried more and things went back into the rut they came from.
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A week later
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Fergus walked around the pub looking for the new woman, as he went outside the air whipped at his face as he scanned the busy street. He spotted her and walked over to her, she saw him looking at her and began to walk away.
He pursued her but wasn't able to reach her until he followed behind her into the shack once again.
"What do you want?" She asked, curious of what he would say.
"You." He said as he grabbed either side of her face and smashed his lips against hers. They both breathed heavily as they pulled away for air.
A small gasp leaves her lips as he reaches down and begins to fondle her with his hand, massaging and tapping her delicate parts before lifting her and her dress skirt up and pulling her down onto him. As they begin to grind together they allow small grunts and pleased sounds echo out of their mouths. He pumped more feverishly as he neared his climax and continued until his hair was dampened with sweat. She squealed silently as she came, bringing him over the edge as he heard her satisfaction in his ear. They kissed more hungrily and remained connected at the hips and mouths for a long while. As she slowly slid off of him and adjusted her clothes she asked him, "What took you so long to come after me? I waited a long time for you."
"Then why did you walk away?" He asked, confused by what she was asking him.
"I am a lady, I did not want our physical attraction to short my business day." She stated flatly.
"I have a wife and child. I felt proud for resisting. I see now I was wrong for doing so." He said, somewhat disappointed in himself.
She kissed him deeply and slid her tongue into his mouth then pulled back, "You don't need to feel shame for being with me. You belong to me here, and her, there." She finished with placing her forehead on his then kissing from his cheek to the corner of his mouth.
"I thank you for this." He told her earnestly before they shared one last kiss.
He leaves her there smiling so sweetly and goes back home to his family.
A/N: This is a new and unique story, brought to life by myself and Sage Londyn, a collaborative piece in the works. We'll be working on this story line together, soon enough it will be set in present day. Hopefully you all like it enough to leave reviews, which will be greatly appreciated (: If you are a fan of Sage Londyn and are addicted to her Crowley fics, you will definitely enjoy this one too! What do you all think of it so far? Please, let us know in a review what you like or think.