Clary stood at the top of the hill, clothed in black fighting gear still.
Her hair flew back in the acrid air, her hair the same color as the glowing embers that drifted carelessly through the smoky air.
Her onyx eyes surveyed the wreckage before her, a smile sliding on to her crimson lips smeared with haphazard blood stains. Her own personal lipstick.
She waded through the destruction, ashes stirring at her booted feet. She saw a stray steele on the ground, and picked it up. The blade immediately darkened, turning into a luminescent ruby that exuded infernal power.
The sudden touch of lips on her neck made her heart speed up.
She smiled, tilting her head to the side to allow better access.
Arms encased her waist, wrapping around her front in an intimate embrace.
"You did well, my beloved sister."
The sound of Sebastian's voice made her shiver, the slight exhalation of his cool breath on her neck making her blood heat.
Clary turned, looking up into the face of the man she called her own. Her brother, her flesh and blood, her one and only.
She reached up to pull his head down to her lips, her blood-sticky hands leaving smears across his porcelain skin.
His hands came to pull her body to him, their chests rising in sync as they breathed in and out.
His lips encased hers with possession, demanding and fulfilling.
She met him with her own passionate fury, their kiss a meld of clashing teeth and tongue.
"My lord?"
Sebastian immediately turned with a growl to face the Endarkened warrior.
"Can't you see we're in the middle of something, Harkin?" Sebastian's tone was deadly.
Harkin looked about ready to run at Sebastian's anger, despite the infernal cup's power of fearlessness in battle.
It had worked on Clary differently than the others. She had more concentrated angel blood in her, meaning that when she drank, she hadn't become a mindless slave to Sebastian's will.
She was his Queen, his equal.
The man's quivering voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Yes, my lord, but it is only that there are more of the Clave coming with replacements-"
"Let them come," Clary said, her smile sharper than a knife.
"But they come with such numbers that surely we cannot hold such a large attack. They have almost 2,000 shadow hunters while we only have-"
"Sebastian, he bores me," Clary said, turning away and pulling out the previously accosted-now demonic-steele.
Clary ignored the sounds of piteous mewls that came from the man as Sebastian disposed of him as she concentrated on drawing an infernal rune on the smooth strip of skin above her hip bone.
The rune shone red in the light, and Sebastian reached around and traced it with his finger as he came up behind her.
"Beautiful," he whispered, kissing the base of her throat, and biting his way up to her ear.
Clary simply stepped away, walking towards the altar, tracing another rune on her forearm intently.
As she neared the altar, Sebastian grabbed her, whipping her around.
"You dare deny me," he whispered as he nuzzled her ear.
Clary smirked, imitating herself pre-infernal cup.
"But no, Sebastian, this is wrong! We're siblings!"
Sebastian smirked, picking her up, his large hands gripping her ass tightly as he bit her neck, then licked it to soothe the bite.
She grabbed his head fiercely, attacking his lips with her own once more. She bit his lip, his sickly sweet blood filling her mouth.
He slammed her down atop the altar, smiling down at her with a predatory gaze.
"Shall I fuck you right here on top of this sacred site?" He growled down to her, his hands coming down to massage her through the crotch of her pants gear.
He didn't wait for a reply, simply ripping her gear top in half with his hands.
His eyes took in the naked flesh of her breasts, rosy and pink. He could never tire of looking at her, of being with her. For eternity.
His hands came down to massage her breasts, his mouth hovering over her left nipple before suckling it like a newborn babe.
"Sebastian," she moaned, fisting her hand in his hair.
He rubbed her right breast as he sucked the left, her back practically bucking off the altar top.
"Now this just won't do, Clarissa. You need to stay still, or I'll have to punish you."
She immediately stilled under his touch, breathing heavy.
He slowly kissed each pert breast, before kissing his way down the curve of her stomach, stopping right above the top of her pants.
He slowly slid them down her milky legs, throwing them somewhere, he couldn't care less.
She panted below him, watching him with beautiful, black eyes.
He smiled, slowly tracing the inside of her creamy thigh with his hand.
She bit her lip, shutting her eyes tightly.
He inserted one finger into her and her eyes popped open, her mouth opening in a surprised 'O'.
He inserted another, hitting her g-spot continuously and she moaned out, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head.
He went particularly deep and she bucked, hands grabbing his back to try to pull him down to her.
"Ah, ah, ah, Clarissa, what did I tell you? You were to be still. Now I have to punish you."
He immediately removed his fingers, licking them clean while she watched with bated breath.
"Delicious."
He leaned down and kissed her lips so she could taste herself, and she met his eagerly, trying once again to pull him down.
"No, Clarissa. You must be punished. Get on all fours."
She sat up, and turned around, doing as she was told.
Her milky behind almost had him taking her right there and then, but he controlled himself.
He took out his steele and slid it between the dripping folds of her pussy, wetting it with her juices.
"Now open your mouth."
She did as told, and he slipped the tip of his steele into her mouth.
"Suck."
She did as told and he only pulled it away when it was dripping with her saliva.
He grabbed her waist with one hand, and lowered the steele onto her lower back, tracing a rune there.
It glittered with dark power and juices, and Clary's back arched instinctively.
He had drawn a rune there that would sensationalize every feeling she had, making the slightest touch burn through her like fire.
To make sure it was successful, Sebastian traced the globe of Clary's ass with his hand, before leaning forward to nip the delicate skin there with his teeth.
Clary quaked from the feeling, practically buckling.
Sebastian smiled, before ripping off his own clothing.
Clary had turned her head to watch him, and he slapped her ass hard, at which she gasped and her legs shook.
"Look forward."
Clary obeyed immediately, her entire body on edge, superbly tuned.
Sebastian gathered her flaming hair in one hand, making her arch her back even more.
He nestled his large cock between her slippery folds, using his hand to rub her around himself.
Clary moaned loudly, buckling, but Sebastian's grip on her hair kept her from falling.
"Sebastian, please," Clary choked out, the feel of him at her folds driving her insane.
"What was that?"
"Sebastian, please, fuck me."
"Fuck you?"
"Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me now!"
"I'll fuck you, dear Clarissa, oh how I'll fuck you."
And he entered her.
Clary yelled out at the sensation, multiplied by a thousand due to the rune.
Sebastian gave her no time to adjust to his huge cock, instead pounding into her with such force that the entire altar shuddered.
Clary's cries could be heard for miles, her yells and screams echoing as she tried to release the intense pain, no-the intense pleasure, the intenseness of what she was feeling.
Sebastian pounded into her relentlessly, sliding in and out of her with wet, slapping sounds that rang out in the smoky air.
He picked up his pace, and Clary orgasmed around him, screaming out in pleasure.
Still, Sebastian continued, riding her deep, deeper than ever before.
Each time he hit her clit, Clary orgasmed. Orgasm after orgasm consumed her, and she felt alive, on fire, consumed by the blaze of passion and pleasure she felt.
Finally, after too many orgasms for Clary to count, Sebastian drove into her a final time, as deep as he'd ever gone, and emptied his seed into her.
Clary clenched around his dick and had one final orgasm.
"SEBASTIAN!" She screamed out, nails digging into his back and scraping down fiercely.
They both lay on top of the cracked altar, juices and semen covering the sacred surface.
Clary's rune pulsed, slowly fading, returning her to Earth from her heavenly ascent.
"Did I fuck you right, little sister?"
Clary smirked tiredly up at him, where he was perched above her, holding himself up with his elbows.
"Of course, big brother. You always do."
He smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to the base of her collarbone.
"This is how we shall defeat the coming Shadowhunters."
Clary furrowed her brow at Sebastian's statement. "What do you mean?"
Sebastian had somehow found his stele and was tracing a rune atop the slick altar top surface.
"An unholy ceremony of sin, our fuckery can be a supplement to Lilith. She will gain strength and smite the Shadowhunter race for good."
Clary's smile cruelly lit up her her obsidian eyes.
"All of them?"
"Oh, yes. Blood will be shed."
Sebastian smiled down at Clary and tucked a stray curl behind her ear."
"And you, my Morning Star, will help me start a new race to repopulate the barren Earth."
