Disclaimer: We do not own the Underland Chronicles, Suzanne Collins does.
Warning: If you dislike rape, incest, bestiality, paedophilia, sex, lemons or any other things that can be sorted in that area of things, please remember. We did try to warn you.
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Once upon a time there were two teens. Sole and Prophe. These two teens had been part of the team that had brought into the world the hideous collection of smut, rape, incest and the like that ranks among mankind's great crimes, ICWT. An offhand remark by sole led to it's revival, in a different fandom, the first fandom that they both had loved. Soon, through more instant messaging conversations, two friends, Allie, who had previously worked on the PJO ICWT, and Dee, who had not, were brought in. And so we are back to it. I must warn you though, you might not like what you read.
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Underland Chronicles, or any characters from that series, Suzanne Collins does
Author's note: So here we are, back at ICWT again. A different fandom of course, but back to ICWT we are still. And since ICWT is not the same without smut, here is sole's first offering, Henry x Stellovet.
Chapter Rating: M.
~Moth Cocoons~
Stellovet, daughter of York, Lord of the Fount, was not happy in any sense of the word. That of course came from picking silk threads from in between her teeth. Curse that Henry and curse Luxa and curse every one of her cousins. She'd left the main picnic behind. Her cousins, siblings, parents, aunts and uncles, none knew where she was now. She was, of course, still safe, the Regalian army guarded every one of the tunnel entrances leading into this cavern, about equidistant between Regalia and the Fount. And the cave she was in had only one entrance, which opened into the main cavern. She was both safe and happily alone here. No one would notice her, the large stalactite that she was resting her back against. She did not want to be subject to an audience at the moment.
Each silk thread in her teeth was hard to grasp. The ends eluded her fingers, slipped between them, tickled her tongue and her cheeks. The strands were too hard to get a decent hold on, why did moths have to make cocoons from such unpleasantly delicate threads. She made a loud "Humph" of annoyance. The humph was immediately followed by the noise of a rock skittering down the incline of the cave. But Stellovet had not kicked, pushed, touched or moved any loose stone. So something else had made it move.
She glanced over her shoulder, trying to stay hidden, but in the shadows made by her torch she saw no one. Then a familiar voice that raised a spike of anger in her. "I can see you you know Stellie"
Stellovet bristled. She hated that nickname. That of course was why Henry used it. "Don't call me that Henry. You know I don't like it"
Henry just used that infuriating smirk of his. "Why do you think I used it Stellie? Although I do think it fits you rather well".
"Just go away Henry, I'm still picking your silk stuff out of my teeth". To demonstrate she pulled a strand away, almost as punctuation.
Henry stepped closer, hunkering down beside her, now illuminated by the torchlight instead od sticking to the shadows. "Well if you wanted Stellie I could help you get rid of those"
Stellovet recoiled "Let you put your hands in your mouth? No way Henry, you'll probably put another couple of moth cocoons in my mouth!"
Henry almost looked offended. "Whyever would I do that Stellie?" he asked, grinning.
Stellovet simply glared. Henry grinned "Well if I use something other than my hands would you be happy?"
"What do you mean something other than your hands Hen-", Stellovet's rather confused question was cut off by Henry's lips meeting hers and his tongue entering her mouth, running over her own tongue and teasing at the silk strands still in her teeth.
Henry's lips finally left hers and she gasped, breathing very heavily. Her tongue flickered over her lips momentarily. She was surprised to find that she did not mind what Henry had done. She actually kind of like the new taste on her lips that he'd left behind when he kissed her. It took a few moments before she was able to speak.
"What exactly made you do that Henry?" she murmured. He grinned once again, an expression that he was beginning to think was less annoying and more...attractive.
"Well, you must be aware of that old cliché, that boys tend to tease girls that they are attracted to. And...", the older boy pressed himself closer to Stellovet, letting her feel a very unfamiliar lump against her thigh, "...I happen to find you very attractive"
Stellovet, being younger and less knowledgeable about the things that were going about in Henry's mind, only had a mild inkling of what it was that was prodding her thigh. Still Henry's next kiss made it clear what it was in his mind, and what there was beginning to surface in her own mind. This time she was returning the kiss, her tongue moving with his, an arm moving around her neck as Henry's entwined around her waist.
Henry, then decided to make it apparent that he would be taking the lead. His hand slipped underneath her shirt, and then beneath then undershirt to rub against her upper back. She'd seen Regalia's museum, seen what Overlanders used for female undergarments, and they seemed so impractical, so hard to recreate. How were they even made? What materials did they even use? What- Her train of thought disappeared as his hand moved from her back to her front, cupping one underdeveloped breast. That smirk was back, almost triumphant as he gently squeezed at the tender flesh, pinching at the nipple and introducing Stellovet to a new range of sensation. His grin was getting very annoying now. When she next moaned that grin widened, "If I didn;t know you better Stellie I'd think you were enjoying yourself".
Stellovet glared at him and decided that a little of the boldness that she prided herself on would not go amiss. With that the second hand slipped down to his trousers and undid the ties that held them in place. Henry's eyebrow raised an iota before his whole face changed as her small hand wrapped around something long, hard and warm. Experimentally she held it tighter and pumped her hand up and down. Henry responded with a loud groan. Stellovet found herself pushing him backwards, until he was laying on the ground, her over him. She found herself feeling a lot more bold now.
Henry's eyes seemed glued to her body as she peeled off her shirt and her undershirt. Then she leaned down, running mouth down his still clothed torso, down to his waist, down Henry's leg, then up the thigh until his rather large erection was, quite literally, staring her in the face. She glanced up at Henry with a smirk and, very slowly, opened her mouth and lowered her mouth down onto his shaft. The effect was instantaneous. His hips bucked upwards, his hand flew down to knot itself in her silvery hair and a load groan blew away any hint of that annoying self-assuredness that had previously permeated his character.
Her head bobbed up and down his shaft, her hand moving down to cup his balls. His groaning made her feel rather proud, to have stripped away all of that self assuredness, that vanity, that cockiness. Now he was completely in her power and she found it rather fun.
Or at least she thought she was completely in control. Then Henry pushed her off him and back against the stalactite again. He was back on top of her and in control in mere moments. His shirt had disappeared to join the rest of their clothing on the floor. The rock was cold and rough against the skin of her back. But she didn't have long to consider it as she felt his hand slip into her trousers before she could say a word to him. Now it was her turn to gasp and moan. His fingers were gently stroking at her slit, his thumb rubbing her clit. When his index finger slipped inside of her, the first thing other than her own digits to do so, she actually gasped his name, moaning "Henry" before she has time for conscious thought.
That smug grin has inevitably returned, grown to many times it's original size and seemed indelibly marked onto his face. "I am assuming, Stellie, that since there is no other Henry in this particular cave that you are referring to me. And if that is indeed the case at hand, I am very much flattered"
Stellovet's glare had sent many a younger child, or a family servant scuttling away in terror. Henry though just laughed and gave her clit a gentle pinch, making Stellovet moan loudly. "You. Are. A. Bastard." She forced out between gasps.
Henry grinned, "If I'm such a bastard maybe I won't finish what I started". As he spoke his hand left her undergarments and he sat up away from her. At the look Stellovet gave him, which managed to show complete fury , whilst also making it look like she was on the brink of tears. Immediately Henry began to laugh. "The look on your face- Owch!". The "Owch" was due to an angry Stellovet thumping him with bruising force on the right bicep.
"Do. Not. Tease. Me. Like. That.". Henry simply grinned and undid the ties of Stellovet's trousers, pulling them away, soon followed by her undergarments. Moments later he had positioned himself, with her legs over his shoulders and his shaft rubbing against his slick folds. "I am assuming, that you have never done anything like this before Stellie".
She nodded, no longer hating that nickname as a ball of nerves began to coalesce in her stomach. She had not even thought of doing something like this now. Now she was doing it, and she was doing it with someone she was related to it, albeit distantly, and by marriage.
The look on Henry's face was almost soothing "Do not worry Stellie, I am not going to make this unnecessarily unpleasant for you, I will be as gentle as I can be". With that he pushed himself inside of her. Stellovet gasped and tensed, her eyes tearing up as she felt Henry tear through her barrier.
Still, Henry stayed completely still inside her as she gasped and clung to him. After a while she finally nodded. The pain left and pleasure grew. Henry began to thrust in response to her nod. She began to gasp and moan, the sensations he was eliciting feeling absolutely divine. Henry was groaning as he thrust into her again and again. The teasing touches Henry had given her before had brought her close to the edge more quickly than she ever would have ordinarily.
It didn't take long for her to slip over the edge. She gasped and wrapped her legs around Henry's waist, arms around his neck and screamed "HENRY!" before she finally felt her climax. Her muscles tightened around his shaft and waves of pleasure swept over her. Moments later she felt Henry sag over her and an odd sensation of warmth as his seed flowed into her. The pair just lay there for a while, gasping and panting. Finally Henry grinned and whispered in her ear whilst giving her one or two teasing little bites to her earlobe "So am I forgiven my dear Stellie?".
Stellovet took a few moments to regather her thoughts before nodding. "More than forgiven Henry. Now we really should get going, our families are looking for us". With that she pushed him off her and stood to her feet. Glancing down at her body, she decided she needed to bathe at the first possible moment. Along with a huge amount of sweat covering her whole body, the area between her legs, as well as her thighs, was shining with a mix of her own juices and Henry's seed, as well as dried blood from when he had pierced her barrier. Despite what she thought was a horribly messy appearance, Henry's eyes were glued to her, almost making her blush, indeed it would have if it weren't for what they had been doing mere moments ago.
Not long afterwards the two of them were both fully dressed. The two went about straightening their hair, trying to clean themselves, as much as possible, to look presentable. Then the pair left the cave almost arm in arm, although the moment they spotted someone, someone being Howard, they sprang apart. They doubted that the two of them having just had sex would be something that the other members of their families would look happily on. For all intents and purposes they still hated each others' guts. Of course looks can be deceiving. The pair certainly proved that they did not hate each other when they got a private moment the next time they met.
