Author's Notes
So I reworked this story and found that it was kind of different from the original having more meat about it. I fleshed out ALOT! So I decided to delete chapters 2-5 because of this. The storyline is still the same but I feel better about this version. ~Frostbytefire
II
Abraham gently laid her on the soft blanket that he had placed on the thick grass in their garden. Small fires burned at every corner of the blanket to give her light in the darkness. Abraham slowly ran his hands down the sides of her body. Abbie liked the dark look took over on his face as he looked over at her body. He gripped the dress at her stomach, ripped it in half, and exposed her flesh to the night air and his eyes. Her skin glistened in the moonlight. Her breasts heaved as her breaths came from her body in hard pants. He could smell her desire rising and the aroma was like an addictive drug that he would never get enough of. The scent intoxicated him and some of the toxins moved deep into his seed that lay in his body while the rest clouded his mind to keep the horseman blind to all that lay around him. The rouse was simple, the horseman wanted this female it was in his blood. He had to have her now.
Abraham's fingers faltered with the buttons on his shirt because he fought the voice inside trying to force him to take what he wanted now and not prepare her. He quickly became frustrated and with his inept ability to unbutton his shirt and just tore it from his body. He pulled the boots from his feet while keeping his eyes on Abbie. He knew that she would run. The moonlight was strong enough to light her way. He wanted to have her on the blanket first. He wanted to be gentle with her in the beginning. Chasing her would not start him off in the gentle mode.
~Run~ the voice in her head was like some far away dream that she could not get rid of. Abbie closed her eyes and fought for control. She wanted to tell Abraham but she could not speak it. He was almost naked when his bottoms got stuck on his thighs somehow. His extremely aroused body was making it hard to remove his clothing. He took his eyes off Abbie to solve his clothing problem and stop the voice inside his head.
Abbie let her eyes roam down the big hard muscles of her horseman and her insides clenched from memory of the size of his flesh. The muscles on his back and arms tensed as he tried to remove his bottoms. The way his muscles tightened and moved as he yanked violently on the material of his bottoms forced small whimpers from her. Abbie's arms hugged her sex starved body. Would he use that strength on her? The flesh between her thighs wept for it. Her body craved for his power and his touch. She wanted the horseman to show her his strength. He saw the blur out of the corner of his eyes. Abraham reached out for her but she escaped his hand. The horseman growled at her as he stood gripping the problem material and ripping it from his body.
Abbie stumbled as she ran blindly led by the voice that still wanted control of her. She leaned against a tree and held her head trying to clear the fog that suddenly surrounded it. She heard his heavy footsteps coming for her and ran in a southern direction this time. Moist air bombarded her body, as she got closer to the water. The wetness adhered to her naked skin as she travelled away from her horseman. She made it to the river and carefully walked across the log to the other side. She looked back and saw Abraham staring at her from the other shore. The voice inside of her chuckled. She smiled at him until he backed up a few paces and then leaped over the river. Fear and excitement filled her body again as she darted back into the forest. The sharp branches of the trees seemed to bend away from her as she ran by them. She did not notice how the leaves moved from her path and the uprooted roots sank into the ground so that she would not fall. She did not sense the enchantment of this place. All she sensed was Abraham coming for her. Abbie broke through the foliage and saw the familiar tree. She frowned.
How could it be here when she had crossed the river? She started to turn around when she heard him approaching. Abbie back into the protective branches of the old tree as Abraham appeared about ten feet away from her.
"I want to love you on the blanket." His voice was menacing and deep as his dark eyes bore into hers. Her smiling infuriated him. Had all that he said to her against this tree left her mind. Did she want him to damage her? What was she thinking running away from him? She would only make this worse if she did not comply with him right now. Abbie looked to her left and saw the small flames through the trees. The voice inside whispered to her and she returned her gaze to Abraham.
"We can still do that."
Her words seemed to flip some switch inside of him and he stalked towards her with death on his face. This was the first time that she had seen this expression from him. True fear filled her soul as her potential lover growled, as he got closer.
"Abraham!"
He was on her body in a second. His hands gripped her butt roughly, as he pulled her towards him for a hard kiss. He backed her into the base of the old tree and growled against her lips in anger. He smothered her cries with his kiss and moved against her roughly. He could hear the voice inside laughing and praising. An unappealing scent filled his nostrils as he positioned his flesh for a hard entry inside of her. Abraham could smell her fear as her small hands pushed against his muscled chest trying to get him off her. She feared his violence. Abraham fought to reign in his emotions. The voice cried louder until Abraham placed his hands to his head and backed away from Abbie. His eyes turned black as his power grew.
"LEAVE ME!"
Abbie watched him through dazed eyes and felt the presence within her depart. She began to sway and Abraham moved to catch her before she fell to the ground. He held her in his arms and waited for her to come to. She woke with a soft moan.
"Are you okay?"
She opened her eyes and stared into his intense blues. She touched her head. "Yes. I heard a voice in my head telling me to run."
"I did also. Let us leave here." Abbie felt her feet come off the ground as Abraham picked her up and walked away from the old tree. Her arms circled his neck thankful that he was strong enough to defeat whatever it was that took them over. She clung to him as he walked back to the blanket that he had laid out for her. He carefully laid her back on the blanket.
"There are other places under the stars that I can have you." He watched her smile up at him and did not see the pollen surrounding them. It was not demanding as the voice. It would allow their lust to have control to achieve it master's wishes. Abraham leaned down towards her and gently kissed her lips. Abbie's arms pulled him closer and he laid his body beside hers and continued kissing her. His hand rested on her hip and slowly slid up her moist skin. Abbie moved closer to him. Abraham's arm pulled her even tighter to his body. He took over the kiss and rolled her onto her back. Abbie laid her hands back against the blanket in total submission.
Her body arched up towards her warrior as his kisses moved down to her neck. He paused to lay kisses on his mark and then ran his sharp teeth along it. He delighted in the violent trembling of her body and strangled cry that filled the air. Abbie moaned as his lethal hands gently held her full breasts to his lips so that his kisses could softly brand them as his to touch and to kiss. Her soft cries of his name drew a deep moan from Abraham. His lips hovered over the large dark nipple on her right breast before taking it into his mouth. Abbie arched towards his mouth and let a cry of joy fill their dark garden. Abraham gave the same attention to her left breast as his hands moved down between their bodies towards her thighs. He opened them wide so that his body fitted between them comfortably. His kisses suddenly trailed a path down her flat stomach. Her breathing fractured as he moved further down her body. Abraham gazed at the bald flesh before him. The lips of her flesh glistened with moisture. His eyes closed as he breathed in the soft scent of his mate. His flesh burned with need and desire to make her his. Abraham groaned and moved his lips towards her flesh. His tongue gently moved across the wet lips of her flesh and her entire body shook with desire.
"Abraham!" the high pitched shriek floated on the breeze. Abbie's hands tangled in the blanket beneath her as she arched her body in pure pleasure. She exposed her neck and let her cries fill their dark garden, as Abraham tasted the sweetness of her.
Andy ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The horse was after him. The moment that he set foot in the forest the white horse was there as if something had alerted him to his presence. Andy crawled beneath a thick shrub and waited for his pursuer. What the hell was he doing here? He was not going to spy on Abbie for Luke. All he wanted to see was if the guy that was making Abbie happy was good enough. Finding out that it was the fucking horseman of death was shocking but getting bum rushed by his horse was fucking painful. Andy held his chest and grimaced as the injury began to flare up again. Luke was the problem not this man. If the horseman was with Abbie, then he was not out cutting necks and causing mayhem. Andy saw this as a good thing.
Sudden wind began to fall down on him and Andy's shoulders slumped when he realized the beast was standing behind him breathing down on him. "Okay …Okay I am not going to hurt her. I just…"
Daredevil left front leg bumped Andy in the back. The officer fell forward and groaned in pain when his chest started hurting again. He heard Daredevil snort in anger Andy rolled onto his back and held up his hands. "Okay…Okay…"
Andy held his chest and slowed his breathing so that he could talk to the beast threatening to stomp on his head.
"If you can communicate with the horseman you need to tell him that Luke Morales is dangerous. He is breaking into the archives in the basement of the precinct where Abbie and her partner Crane keep all their captured relics. He is taking them to a witch so that she can tell him what they are and what they do. He wants to find something to make Abbie love him and only him and he does not care what he has to do to do it."
Daredevil stared down at the man for a moment and then tapped him with his leg to continue. Andy sighed. "The witch's name is Katrina but she is not going to help him hurt Abbie. I told her what he is doing and she said that she would confront him. I don't know how well that will go but she can take care of herself if she has too."
Daredevil snorted. "I don't know why he thinks magic will help him. Do you think he follows her? I mean that would be the only thing that I can think of why he thinks there is someone else. I know that she has never showed him any attention but some people just want what they want."
Andy looked up at the horse as he snorted. Daredevil lowered his head and pushed Andy towards the path that led out of the garden. Andy used a tree as a crutch so he could stand. "Make sure you tell him so that he can protect Abbie okay."
Daredevil shock his head and then walked away.
He worshipped every inch of her skin and made his way back up her arching and trembling body ready to end his hell. Her sweet voice filled his ears as he moved over her body positioning himself for entry into her wet flesh. He held her right buttock in his left hand as he sat back between her thighs. He used his right hand and gently opened the moist lips of her flesh and, and squeezed the head of his hard flesh inside of her. A loud gasp escaped Abbie. Her eyes squeezed shut and she held her breath waiting for more.
"Breathe, Abbie," Abraham sat still with his head lowered and his eyes closed trying to calm himself. A gentle wind blew his blonde hair around his face and shoulders as he tried to tame his desperate need to dominate her. He wanted to ram inside the tight wetness but hurting her was not his objective he wanted to get inside as gently as he could and then love her the entire night. He waited until he heard Abbie release the breath that she held before moving forward filling her with three more inches of his flesh. She tried to strangle her cry but it managed to escape her. Abraham opened his eyes to look down at her face. Her pain expression was not what he wanted to see but he knew that he would. He still did not wish to see her being hurt but something that he was doing. Abbie slowly opened her eyes and stared up at him. She knew her face showed fear and pain and that that bothered him. She did not want him stop.
"Please don't stop." Her voice was a whisper.
The sweetness of her voice and the desire that was still in her eyes told him despite this pain and that to come she wanted him. "I will not stop."
She did her best to stifle her moans of discomfort as he slowly moved his body forward. He did not stop this time to let her adjust. Her body tensed and a cry of pain escaped her when he finally moved through the barrier keeping them separated. Abraham opened his eyes and watched her slowly recover. He laid his body down to hers and held her trembling body tightly.
The unseen polled began to circle them as its master rejoiced as the toxins in the Horseman's body prepared for their journey into his mate. They called him Puck and they called him doom. He wanted to rule hell but his master had other plans. He banished him here thinking that he would die but Puck found this garden and harnessed the power that lay within it. He could control the suggestive polled that lay within the flowers. He could one see whatever he wanted. At this moment, the horseman and his mate thought that they had walked from the garden and into a secluded shelter of trees miles away from the presence that possessed them before the hell warrior repelled him.
Puck opened his eyes as he sat surrounded by massive trees fortified with his magic. He would finally have his warrior to fight at his command. He would have his warrior to go down to hell and kill his one-time master. Once the female was with child he would destroy the Horseman. He would repay him for the scar first then kill him. He would have to sneak up on him. Even though they were under the spell of the pollen now. His adversary was powerful. He could sense him. Puck had to be careful or he would have a matching scar on the other side of his face as his head fell from his body. Puck concentrated on the vines beside the horseman's mount and they encircled the hideous beast. He had to make sure that it did not escape and warn his master. Puck smiled and opened his eyes once the beast was contained. He returned his attention to the two lovers in his garden to keep the pollen strong.
His lips rested on the side of her neck where his mark lay as he waited while she recovered. The length of time that she needed did not matter to him now. He was deep inside of her. She was his and she would always be his. She would never look to another for comfort. She would never feel lonely again because she had him by her side. He would come when she called for him and even when she did not. He would always love and protect her with every ounce of power that he possessed until the end of time. His power would protect her forever. She was now bound to the horseman.
"Abraham." He lifted his head hearing her soft whisper and looked down into her tear filled eyes.
"Are you alright?" Abraham held her face in his hands.
She slowly nodded and the tears fell from her eyes. Abraham lowered his lips to hers and gently kissed her. He slowly pulled away from her lips and softly spoke to her.
"I will love you forever."
Abbie closed her eyes listening to him whisper into her ear. He told her much he loved the taste of her. He told her how wet she was for him; how tight she was. He told her how good she felt; how beautiful she was. He felt her muscles inside her body clench around his hardness and he withdrew from her. Abbie's nails dug into his back and she whimpered but Abraham slowly slid back into her tightness. He felt her body tense from the pain and then relax. Abraham withdrew from her again and slowly returned to her tight body. Her nails continued digging into his back and her whimpers turned breathy as he moved deeper touching a part of her that made the pain all worth it. Abraham lifted his head from her neck and looked down at her as he withdrew from her body again and slowly returning to the warmth inside. Her brow crinkled but she moaned when he touched deep inside of her.
Abraham very gently withdrew his flesh from the most perfect place on earth only to return just as gently. He did not want to damage this place in any way. He slowly rolled his body against hers. Loving her as gently as he could and hearing her moan in complete pleasure made his body shake with need. He groaned and closed his eyes and let his body move against hers gently until her hips moved up against his thrusts. Abraham opened his eyes and looked down at her moaning in complete pleasure as the force increased along with the tempo of his thrusts. His mark shown boldly on her neck as she bared it to him arching her back and screaming his name.
He filled her completely. He was so deep inside of her. The euphoria that his constant movements caused blanketed all the pain. He rested his weight on his hands on either side of her waist as he withdrew and religiously returned to that spot that made her cry out his name. He licked her exposed neck and then dragged his teeth over his mark. Abraham moaned at the pleasure her body was giving him. He no longer wanted to fight himself anymore and released the reins on his body, and let it take what he wanted.
Her body moved up the blanket with every forceful thrust of his hips. She did not care. She wanted to feel all the love that he felt for her. He frantically grabbed her hips to stop her from scooting from the blanket. Abraham lowered his head and rammed into her listening to her screaming replies to his actions. He felt her body tense and then release moisture countless times with each release more violent than the last. Her spent body resurrected several times throughout his passionate loving even when thought she had nothing left to give. His will and need made her go on. She would bruise and hurt for several days but at this moment that did not concern either of them. The unearthly growls from him signaled that he was nearing the end of his hell. His freedom was within reach. He crushed her body to his and silenced her scream with his hard kiss as his seed screamed from his body. The heat and force of it was indescribable.
Puck's frowned when the toxin inside the Horseman did not move. The poison stayed inside the Horseman. Something was wrong. Something had caused it to become inactive. Something powerful that he had not accounted for. The pale skinned horned beast opened his violet colored eyes and a sneer appeared on his lips
"Love,"
He laid within her for an eternity as soft breezes blew across the muscled back of the horseman of death. The garden seemed to come alive and flash her brilliant colors as the two lovers rested. The grass surrounding them rustled with joy that their tenants were one now. The pollen swirled above them as its master send it envelope the two lovers. All Abraham knew was that he had to protect his love from all harm.
The gentle massaging of his hand in her hair roused Abbie from darkness. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes and rolled towards her hair. Her hands balled into fist on his back and her legs tangled with his despite the unpleasant pain her movement caused in her body. She wanted him to stay deep inside of her. She wanted him to love her forever.
"Abraham," Her voice was a soft whisper but he heard her and kissed her ear in reply.
"Are you going to do that again?"
She could not see him smiling but she could feel his flesh growing inside of her again. He heard her moan of discomfort. "Are you okay?"
It took her a moment to weigh the soreness of her body against what he could make her feel. Abbie nodded her head slightly against Abraham's cheek.
"Then…. yes, I will love you again."
Katrina took the dark blue horn from the case that Luke had put it in and studied it. She suddenly placed it back in the case and moved away from it. Luke smiled at her actions. "What is it?"
The red haired witch eyes the police officer with suspicion. "Does Ichabod know that you are stealing his artifacts?"
His face showed guilt to Katrina. "What! I helped him get some of these artifacts so it is not stealing!"
"Whatever you are doing is wrong? You cannot achieve anything trying to force someone to love you. I would know better than anyone."
Luke glared at the witch. "I don't know what you are talking about making someone love me. I think that you are still hung up on Crane."
Katrina frowned. "You are on a path of destruction that will claim your life and that of others. You must return these where you stole them from. These items are dangerous. they will destroy what you want. It will feed off evil. This is the horn of Gore. He was a very powerful beast from the deepest darkness. His power only grew from evil. It will change you completely. There will be no love in you if you touch it. Abigail will never love you."
Luke glared at the witch. He knew than that Andy had talked with the witch and the two were working together. "She will love me or she won't live. I will not lose her."
"NO!" Katrina tried to grab his hands but the lieutenant pushed her away and pulled the horn from the case. His body began to burn and a scream unlike anything Katrina had ever heard made her cover her ears as she ran from the basement of the precinct. She slammed the door closed and said a few words of a protection spell over it. The power would not stop Luke but it would slow him down so that she could tell Ichabod. Katrina started running up the stairs knowing that Abbie would never agree to go with Luke and he would end her life because of it.
"What are you doing here?"
Ichabod stared down at his former wife with suspicion. The roaring coming from the archives got his attention. He walked towards the door and felt the power surrounding it. He faced Katrina and grabbed her arm roughly.
"What have you done?" The snatched her arm away.
" I HAVE done nothing. Luke has been stealing your artifacts. He has the horn of Gore and he will hunt Abbie down… and kill her." Ichabod stared at her for a minute.
"What."
"If you can remove the horn the power will dissipate. "
"You hope so Katrina but I will stop him with your help!" He grabbed her and dragged her up the stairs where Irving waited for him.
Katrina fought him as he dragged her upstairs. "Only death can stop him!"
They reached to top of the stairs and Katrina escaped her former husband.
"Change of plans. We have a beast to hunt down before he gets to Abbie. Do you know where she is?"
"No she is not answering her phone." Ichabod sighed and then glared at Katrina.
"Guns are not going to stop him. You need death on your side."
Ichabod frowned at her words. "You talk as if you know who this death is."
Andy walked into the room and saw Katrina standing there rubbing her wrists. She gave him a look of all was going to hell. "I know where she is but you are not going to like who she is with?" "
What…who is she with?" Ichabod asked walking towards the shorter man.
"Death,"
Author's Notes
Thank you for reading. I hoped that you liked the new and not new text. Please excuse my errors.
