Part 4 Summary: One battle is over. But the most important battle of Bálor's life is underway—a battle that isn't his. Y/N must fight to defeat the poison's damage—the battle for the strength to survive.

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE, ROH, or NJPW. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Story Content & Trigger Warnings: Fluff, and smut warning! This story is absolutely not for readers under the age of 18.

The Demon King's Favorite Holiday

Part 4

Bálor hurried down the long, dimly lit corridor with part of the castle's medical team in tow—one of the nurses and one of the doctors. "I want t' give Y/N some o' my blood around d'a clock," he told them, an urgent tone in his voice. "It's d'a only t'ing I can t'ink of right now d'at will even come close t' beatin' d'a poison's effects."

Especially if Scurll is unable t' come up wit' anyt'ing t' save 'er, he added to himself.

"Yes, your highness," the doctor replied. "We'll stay on top of her care. Don't worry."

Bálor stopped in mid stride, nearly causing the doctor and nurse to bump into his back. Then he spun around, fire in his eyes. The swirls of color splashed all over his torso began darkening and shifting, and whirling in his fury. "She's my wife—m' lifemate. Do NOT tell me not t' worry," he growled, shifting his blackening gaze between the doctor and nurse. "If ya dare t' say d'at t' me again, I'll rip y'r heart out an' force feed it t' ya before y'r brain even registers d'at ya've died. Am I clear?"

The doctor and nurse both nodded rapidly, their eyes wide with fright.

"AM I FUCKING CLEAR?! YES 'R NO!"

"Yes, your highness," the doctor and nurse replied simultaneously. Panic was easily detectable in their eyes, though the physician managed to somewhat keep his fear in check as he stammered out an apology.

They resumed their brisk walk and had neared the king's chambers when a maid approached Bálor, carrying a garment in her hands.

"Here's the nightgown you requested for the queen, King Bálor."

Bálor took the silky garment from her and thanked her, dismissing her quickly. He turned to speak to the doctor when they all heard the faint sound of a sharp cry followed by a young girl's voice screaming.

"No! Y/N, no! You can't-! HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP!"

"Ana! Y/N," Bálor whispered and bolted for the royal bedchamber. The doctor and nurse struggled to keep up with him.

They reached his chamber doors just as the king flung them open. They quickly discovered Ana trying to pull the queen away from the roaring fireplace. The young girl must have sneaked into the chamber to see Y/N. Her gaze shot to Bálor's and relief flooded her face.

"King Bálor! She's trying to get to the fire," she called out, struggling to hold Y/N back even as Bálor tossed the gown onto the bed, and rushed across the huge chamber toward them. "She's freezing," the little girl cried.

The king reached them in the next instant and yanked Y/N away from the searing heat of the fireplace, holding her tightly against him in the floor.

"No," Y/N sobbed breathlessly as she still reached toward the dancing flames. "I need it!" Her breath fogged in thick plumes from her nose and mouth as she met his gaze. "I can't handle the cold, Bálor—it's killing me! Please—I can't-!"

Bálor fought the urge to panic at the sheer desperation in her voice, the complete fright and pain in her eyes. Her cries grew louder then as he felt her skin literally grow colder beneath his touch. Her hand grasped at her chest as she still feebly struggled to get to the fireplace. "Please, Bálor..."

"Shhh, Y/N..." he shushed her gently, and shifted her hand aside, feeling the place her fingers had clutched at. It seemed to feel even colder at her heart if that was at all possible. He could feel her heartbeat slowing bit-by-bit beneath his palm.

"I th-think I'm dying," Y/N whispered shakily. Her fatigued eyes met his gaze. "I don't want t-to leave you." She winced slightly, then felt for his hand, covering it with hers and lacing her fingers through his. "Not enough time... together..."

"Ye're not leavin' me," Bálor said softly, kissing her knuckles. "I'm not losin' ya, love." He slid his hands from her chest, up past her neck to her head and began lightly massaging at her temples infusing both a warming and pain-relieving spell into her brain.

"B-Bálor? Kinda...sleepy..."

"I know, honey," he whispered. "I'm usin' some spells t' help ya t'rough d'a discomfort 'til d'is is over."

"But what if I die," she asked, trying to move his hands away. "I don't want to sleep. I want to be with you as much as I can..."

"Shhh, ye're not gonna die," he told her deepening his concentration on the spells. "And ya don't hafta sleep if ya don't want. D'a spells are just goin' t' ease any pain. D'ey might make ya a li'l drowsy, but d'ey aren't goin' t' knock ya out." He heard a soft sigh leave her throat as her limbs began to relax. "An chuid eile, mo ghrá," he mumbled, brushing his lips over her forehead. "Rest now."

As soon as her pain seemed to lessen, he gently lifted her up and deposited her onto their bed. "Get 'er IV started an' show me how t' hook d'a blood bags up to it." His order left no room for argument, and the medical team members rushed forward to treat the queen while he checked the wound on her leg. He couldn't stop the gasp that burst past his lips once he'd lifted the tattered remains of her skirt.

The lesion was high up on her inner thigh. And the edges of the cut were frozen—literally crusted over with bloodied ice.

So, Omega was tellin' d'a truth, he thought, rage making his vision go red. She really is turnin' t' ice.

Immediately, he did just as he'd done a year prior, and bit into his forearm, creating a free-flow of blood, and let it pour into Y/N's wound. Once her IV was hooked up, Bálor was shown how to connect one of the bags of blood to the IV.

As soon as he saw his blood dripping into her IV line, he growled at the doctor and nurse. "Leave. Now."

"But, your highness," the doctor protested. "We need to be here so we can monitor her-"

"D'ere is nothin' else ya can do 'til ya have t' draw more o' my blood f'r her." He stared the doctor and nurse down then. "My blood makes 'er experience somet'ing d'at is fer my eyes—an' my eyes only. Leave. An' make sure every single bein' in d'is castle knows t' stay outta here."

Stupidly enough, the doctor and nurse still hesitated, sure they should stay with the queen.

"Pl-please," Y/N whimpered, biting into her lip and obviously feeling the beginning effects of Bálor's blood. "I need... I need privacy..."

At her sudden soft, low moan, the king's lip curled in a snarl. "GO!"

They were running for the door in the next instant.

Bálor quickly stripped Y/N of her ripped and useless clothing before he briefly disconnected some of the IV's tubing, preparing to carry her to the chamber's private bathtub.

As he lifted her into his arms, he could see the wound on her leg was healing rapidly. Now, it was just a matter of reversing the poison's effects on her.

Just as Bálor lowered her slender frame into the huge bathtub filled with hot, bubbly water, her fingernails scratched against his neck. An impassioned moan filled his ears.

And in an instant, he was hard as a rock.

Li'l kitten, ye're gonna be d'a death o' me, he thought.

He settled her against the slanted back of the tub and began cleaning her gently from top to bottom. He wanted none of the grime from whatever Omega had put her through to taint her rest and healing.

"You don't have to," Y/N started, reaching to take the wash cloth from him.

Bálor held it out of her reach. "I want t'. It's my fault d'is happened. Let me take care o' ya, sweetheart."

"Not your fault," she bit out, and then quite suddenly, her head fell back against the tub as she gasped. Her chest heaved while her back arched of its own accord. Water sloshed in the huge tub and Bálor had to hold onto her to keep her from going beneath the water's surface.

"Oh, Bálor..." She moaned. "I need you... Please..." She bit her lip, pleasure written across her pretty face.

The king clenched his teeth as her quiet moans and whimpers escalated; became more passion-filled.

"Soon, m' love," he said. "Ye're too weak. Once yer healed-"

"Please, Bálor," she begged, tugging his hand toward her body. "Please..."

He tried to resist.

He really did.

But he could see that his blood was affecting her more strongly than the last time. She was literally aching for him.

By the time he had her dressed in the nightgown and covered up in their huge bed, she was thrashing slightly, her slender hips rolling, and thrusting, and searching for his touch. Sobs of frustration mixed with her ardent moans.

"Okay, love," he whispered, a tremor in his voice.

How I'll get t'rough d'is wit'out takin' 'er, I dunno, he thought. He quickly hooked her IV back up so she'd resume receiving his blood nonstop, and then he laid down beside her, slipping his hand underneath the blankets and tugging her nightgown up past her hips.

The second his finger brushed over the swollen, tight little bud at the apex of her thighs, her slender frame went rigid. She gasped in shock at the instantaneous climax, yet somehow had the wherewithal to reach down and hold his hand in place as the orgasm claimed her.

"More," she cried softly. "Please, don't stop..."

Bálor momentarily pulled the covers off her and knelt between her thighs, trapping them atop his muscled shoulders.

All Y/N knew was that his hand had left her. And the warm waves of pleasure were building inside her again, pulling at her muscles and throbbing with little aftershocks. "Bálor, please... I need-"

His mouth cut her words off as it settled over her clit. He sucked gently, wriggling his tongue against the rigid little pearl. Her breath hitched as he continued loving her with his mouth. "Bálor..." She cried his name and weakly gripped the blankets in her fingers; hips thrusting wildly against his mouth.

"Easy, honey," he murmured against her flesh. "Take it easy. Just relax." He tugged her hands down to her thighs where his own rested and laced his fingers through hers, giving them a loving squeeze. "Lie still."

"I can't," she whispered breathlessly. "Feels so good."

She heard him speaking in Irish, and she felt her body begin to melt against the mattress, her limbs limp and useless. She mildly protested, but Bálor cut her off. "Ya need t' relax, love. Ya should be resting. Not exerting y'rself. Let me do d'is for ya."

His mouth returned to her feminine folds once more and lapped at her, tasting her essence as he coaxed it from her with his tongue. She moaned and gasped as he nipped and sucked various places that pulled the cries from her. Bálor felt her muscles fluttering around his tongue and smiled softly.

"Ya goin' t' come f'r me, kitten?"

"Yes," she breathed. "Oh, yes!"

He growled in his throat. "Goin' t' come hard?"

"Very..."

His finger settled against her clit and stroked mercilessly as he lapped at her entrance.

"Teacht anois. Teacht banríon beag crua."

And with that, her core clenched for several seconds, stealing her breath. And then she imploded, waves upon waves of burning hot pleasure washing over her entire body. Spasm after delicious spasm assaulted her core and stole her ability to think anything coherent. Her cries heightened as Bálor sped up the strokes of his finger.

"Pleasedon' ' 'tstop!"

Bálor finally pulled away from her as her moans softened, and released her from the immobilizing spell. The extensive healing his blood was doing seemed to make her completely insatiable. Add in the fact that she was receiving a steady stream of it through her IV, and he couldn't begin to imagine the sexual tension she was going through.

"I'm sorry, love," he whispered. "I can't keep doin' d'is. Yer body needs rest."

Her voice shook as she responded to him. "P-please, Bálor... I can't handle... So much..." She trailed off and bit her lip. He watched as he slender frame tensed and bowed and her hips thrusted in a frenzy as another climax ripped through her.

"Ní mór dom tú taobh istigh dom!" She screamed the words, and he was taken aback not only at hearing his wife speak Irish, but at the words she chose: "I need you inside me!"

"I need d'at too, agra. I really do," he said, placing his hands at her temples. "But f'r now, I'm goin' t' have t' make ya sleep. Ya need the rest, and ye'll heal quicker."

Surprisingly, she didn't protest and fell asleep quickly as he chanted softly in his native tongue. She still seemed agitated however. She was unconscious, but still her hips would roll and soft moans would burst past her lips.

Sighing in a deepened sexual frustration of his own, he went to take a cold shower and get some relief from the raging hard-on that was now taunting him.

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You had no way of knowing how long you were out. All you would recall was a deep, hazy sleep and soft, subtle orgasms one after the other. And sadly, they did nothing to relieve the arousal your body was being bombarded with. If anything, they seemed to make it worse. It was torture—like being ravenous and someone dangling a grilled T-bone right under your nose. Or having an itch square in the middle of your back that you couldn't reach. Being in a dry, sandy desert—no water in sight. Sometimes you wanted to scream in your agony, but so deep in sleep were you, that you could only make what you imagined was a choked moan emerge from your throat.

At some point during your seemingly endless slumber, the arousal finally did die down. You became aware of voices around you, warm hands holding yours, kisses being brushed over your face. You heard Bálor's voice sometimes speaking to someone in a hushed tone, sometimes rumbling softly near your ear.

For a few moments, you were able to open your eyes. With slightly blurred vision, you looked across the room and saw Bálor sitting in a large armchair, a sleepy Ana curled up in his lap. As he smiled tenderly down at the little girl, you could hear him singing softly in Irish. His song ended after a moment, and he played with a lock of Ana's golden hair. "Did ya know d'at T'anksgivin' is my favorite holiday, li'l lass?" At the shake of her head, he smiled again. "Do ya know why it's m' favorite?" Again Ana's head shook and he replied in a soft whisper. "'Because t'was when I first met Y/N."

Bálor went on then to tell her about how you both met—minus the risqué details—and turned your encounter into a romantic fairy-tale for the girl.

A smile spread slowly across your face, and growing sleepy again, you whispered, "An amazing father..." before fading out again.

The next time you awoke you heard hushed voices.

Arguing, you wondered sluggishly.

"If ya hurt 'er wit' d'is concoction o' yers, Scurll, I swear I'll-"

"It won't harm her," came the soft reply. "I know what you're going to do to me, Bálor. Why would I want to make my end, and my hell, worse than it'll be to begin with? You can see I'm telling the truth. Go ahead. Search my mind."

There was a long silence then, followed by: "Okay. What is the stuff? What does it do?"

"Simply put, it's an antidote to the poison. It contains the blood that I drew from you, that's the part that will aid most in healing her. But..."

There was a snarl. "'But', what, Scurll?"

The man audibly sighed. "The... reaction she has to your blood... This antidote is going to take that reaction and multiply in strength since your blood is a large component of the formula. It's going to multiply the affects of your blood many times over. She's gonna be very uncomfortable. It may even bring on a light fever since she has been freezing up to now."

"But it will save her? You're positive?"

"Yes. But make no mistake. It's going to be pure hell for her. I added a sedative so she'll sleep, but I'm afraid that will actually do nothing but keep her a little quiet. She's still going to feel the affects in her sleep.

"Do it. I can't lose her."

You opened your eyes just as Scurll took hold of your arm and located your vein.

"No," you whispered, tugging at your arm. "Bálor... I don't trust him..." your sleep thickened voice wavered.

"It's okay, love," Bálor told you, softly stroking his hand over your hair. "I read his mind. He's not goin' t' hurt ya." His lips brushed over your forehead and he explained further. "D'a affects o' d'a bondin' passed. My blood by itself is no longer keeping you from freezing." He gave Scurll a nod, and you felt the sharp stick of a needle as it went through your skin. The antidote entered you and immediately, you began to feel warmer all over.

A small moan of relief passed your lips and you burrowed further into the blankets. "Warm," you whispered. "Finally..."

"It's working," you heard Scurll say. "It's healing her."

"Leave," Bálor said. "AJ is outside the door and will take you back to your cell to await execution. This chamber is now officially under lock and key."

Your consciousness fell away then as you began feeling a persistent—almost angry—arousal throb and burn its way through your entire body.

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Again you were being tortured. Granted, it was a delicious torture, but torture nonetheless. And it was even worse than the time before. You seemed to recall Scurll saying the antidote would do this—drive you insane with a much increased reaction to ❤️Bálor's blood. As you forced your eyes open, you felt as if you were at the precipice of the climax of your life. But it was just out of reach. You were dying for it even as you feared it. Because if you tumbled over that edge, you weren't entirely sure you'd survive the repercussions.

You shifted your head slightly to the side to seek out your husband when a strong tremor of pleasure scorched your womb and threatened to rupture your core. You cried out, your back bowing against the mattress beneath you.

Finally, you thought frantically, trying to move your arms so you could grip the bed covers with your fingers. Finally, I'm going to come!

In the next instant, you discovered your wrists to be fastened to the headboard with some soft leather cuffs. "What?" Your voice shook with the combination of the need for your climax and confusion. You glanced down sleepily at your legs and saw they were spread apart and your ankles were fastened the same way to the foot board.

And then, to your frustration, the sensation of your impending orgasm died away. But only for an instant. And then it was rebuilding within you.

You sobbed from the torment. It was unending.

"Please," you uttered softly to no one in particular. "Oh, please...!"

Bálor was by your side in an instant.

"I'm s' sorry, love," he whispered, kissing your temple. "I had t' restrain ya. Ya were thrashin' too much—beginnin' t' hurt y'rself."

"It won't stop," you whispered. Tears ran down your face. "Over and over... But nothing happens..."

Bálor's forehead wrinkled slightly in confusion—most likely trying to make sense of your incoherent words.

"It'll get better soon, agra. I promise." He brushed his lips over your forehead again. "An' when ye're all better, I swear... I'll take ya t' bed an' we won't leave it f'r a week—at least."

"Isn't there... anything you can do," you asked, panting through a fresh surge of arousal coursing through your body.

He shook his head, pain in his eyes. "I'm sorry. Aside from putting you back to sleep... I'm afraid t' interfere wit' d'a antidote."

"Put me to sleep then," you begged. "Please. At least the time goes faster when I'm asleep. I can't take this while I'm awake. It's too much. Painful."

With a small nod, Bálor lightly touched your temples and began chanting softly. Within seconds, you were fading into oblivion once more.

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The next time you opened your eyes, your limbs were free. And much to your relief, the antidote's affects had begun to wear off. Oh, you were still incredibly aroused, but it felt much less painful.

"I'm better," you smiled softly, and sat up in the bed, albeit, gingerly.

The cold had left your body—you were warm again. There was no pain. You only felt an impatient need. And you knew exactly what that "need" was.

Your husband.

Standing from the bed, you made your way into the private bathroom, and upon glancing at yourself in the mirror, deducted quickly that you could use a shower before hunting up Bálor. Impatiently, you grabbed a new toothbrush from one of the lavatory's drawers and scrubbed your mouth. Then you were stripping out of your gown and stepping into the huge shower. You cleaned up and shaved in record time, eager to find Bálor and—at long last—consummate your marriage.

Wrapping the softest, most luxurious towel you'd ever felt in your life around you, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure as the fabric brushed against your sensitized skin. While you were indeed feeling better, the desire was still there, burning you—nagging to be relieved.

Bálor, you called to him in your mind, testing the new bond between the two of you.

You stepped out of the bathroom, and into the bed chamber just as he appeared out of thin air.

"Agra?"

You slid your gaze over his entire frame, from his toes up to his head. Blood was spattered across him, a droplets of sweat sparkling on his muscled chest and shoulders. The red, black, and white markings had apparently stayed with him, just as he said they would, because they were swirling furiously over his entire torso. His face was mostly black still, and made his blue eyes stand out even more than usual. His head piece—his crown was atop his head; tendrils and strands falling past his shoulders. As you gazed at him, you wondered how long you'd slept—his beard seemed much thicker.

"Ye're up," he asked cautiously, stepping closer to you. "Are ya alright, love?"

You too, moved closer to him and nodded. "I feel very... good, actually. A little too good."

Comprehension dawned in his eyes and he took a small step back. "Sweetheart, we can't. Ye've not had near enough rest-"

You closed the space between you and reached up, grasping at the back of his neck with your hand, while laying the other on his chest. To your surprise, you could feel the swirls of color shifting beneath your fingertips. Gasping lightly at the sensation, you raised your face to his and smiled softly. "I feel completely rested, my king. I'm ready to give myself to you. I've been ready for a long time."

"I can't-"

Desperate and at the end of your rope, you let the towel slip from your body, to puddle in the floor at your feet. Your need was growing just by looking at him. You could not be refused. Your body could take no more denial than it'd already gone through.

"Well, I thought we could do this together, but I guess I'll just have to get into bed and take care of myself. You're welcome to watch, your highness."

As you turned toward the bed, there was a low growl, and a flurry of movement from your peripheral vision. Then you were suddenly crushed up against a hot, sweaty chest. Lips crashed into yours while words were mumbled into your mouth and a bearded chin scratched lightly against your face.

"Never let it be said d'at my wife has t' resort t' her own met'ods. I'm y'r king—y'r husband. I'll take care o' any need ya have, kitten."

He pulled you closer, kissing you again and you could feel the ribbons of whirling colors on his chest brushing against your breasts. Flames appeared from his body and enveloped you. It was warm, but not hot. It felt much like the warmth from the bonding as the flames danced around you and brushed over your skin. You gasped softly at the erotic sensation and fused yourself closer to him, wrapping one arm around his neck and placing your other hand at his back.

"I should shower," he said, placing another soft kiss on your mouth. "I was busy wit' Kenny's soul in d'a torture chamber. Let me go clean off d'a blood..."

Your fingers curled against his skin, halting his words. "I want you as you are right now," you whispered. The sight of his carved-from-stone body glistening with a sheen of sweat and blood had you unbelievably turned on. "Please, Bálor. Haven't we waited long enough?" You watched hopefully as his gaze shifted slowly from your eyes down to your lips. He gave a small nod.

"I t'ink Kenny has kept us apart long enough, love."

He pulled you closer and leaned down, ghosting his lips over the skin of your neck, intentionally rasping his beard over your flesh. Immediately, liquid heat pooled in your womb and collected between your thighs as he lowered his head and let his mouth travel lower. A whimper broke the silence in the room and you curled your fingers further into his crown and tugged it from his head. "Please," you sighed.

"Mmmm..." He groaned against your breasts before tugging one hardened nipple between his lips. "'Please', what, kitten?" His hot tongue swirled around the peak of your breast and you lost all ability to speak coherently. "Tell me what ya want."

"You." You're voice trembled as you struggled to make a logical sentence. "Inside me. Your hands and mouth all over my body." You took another breath to calm yourself. "I... I want..."

For some reason, your faltered words thoroughly captured Bálor's attention. He rose back to his full height and gazed down at you. "What is it," he asked, tilting your head back and kissing your mouth lightly; adding a little flick of his tongue over your lips. "Ya can have whatever ya want."

"I want you in my mouth."

For a mere split second, surprise widened his blue eyes and then a mixture of love and lust darkened them to a stormy gray.

"I want that too, kitten," he rasped softly. "Ya know what else I want?"

You shook your head slightly, tugging your lower lip between your teeth. "No, but I'll gladly give it to you."

He smiled with satisfaction on his face and gazed hungrily at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "I want t' watch y'r face d'a first time I slip inside ya."

You smiled, your happiness radiating from you to him. He pulled you closer.

"Wish granted," you teased, as he kissed you again. "What else do you want," you continued the erotic questioning. It was nearly as arousing as physical foreplay.

"I want t' make my queen scream so d'a whole castle can hear—I want d'em t' know who ya belong to so d'ey never touch ya."

Your core fluttered at his words, more than prepared for whatever he had planned. You let a soft moan out, "I don't think that will be a problem." A giggle burst from your throat in the next instant as Bálor tossed you over his shoulder and carried you to the huge bed. He sat you on your feet beside it and moved to remove his black trunks, until you stopped him with your hands.

"Let me... Please?"

You didn't wait for his answer. With much haste, you tugged the garment down and watched as his arousal sprang free of the material. It was the first time you'd truly taken notice of his size.

"You're huge."

A hint of intimidation colored your tone and he chuckled as he finished removing the trunks as well as his boots, then climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. "Don't worry, li'l lass. I'll fit perfectly. And I'll make sure ya feel no pain."

You nodded with a soft smile and replied, "I'm not afraid," before following him onto the bed.

"Come here, m' love," Bálor whispered, beckoning to you.

Eagerly, you complied and wasted no time as you took his erection in your hand, giving it an experimental stroke from tip to base and back up to the tip.

You watched as his head tipped back against the headboard, a soft groan rumbling past his lips. "Ohhh, d'ose sweet hands o' y'rs, love..."

The sounds he made had your core throbbing. While his eyes were clenched shut, you leaned down and took him in your mouth, letting your tongue slide over his velvety flesh.

"Fuck!" His voice thundered through the chamber as you sank your mouth down lower on him. Slowly, you raised your head, adding suction from your mouth, and felt him tense beneath you. His hand found its way to your head and he latched onto your hair with his fingers giving the locks a slight tug.

"Do you like that, my king," you asked teasingly.

"Immensely, love. Join me?"

In the next instant, he'd shifted you and situated your slender frame till you were on your hands and knees, straddling his body—your bottom pointed toward his face.

You'd often read about the 69 position, but nothing you'd read prepared you for the shuddering thrill that flew through your entire body as Bálor's hot, wet mouth settled on your feminine flesh. Your core all but hummed through your pleasure. Failing to stifle your whimper, you leaned downward, and took him in your mouth again; satisfied with the sharp hiss that came from behind you.

You whimpered once again, loudly, as his teeth nibbled at your folds. Then his tongue glided and wriggled along them, threatening to penetrate you. You gave into the urge to let out a long, moan as you bobbed your head up and then slowly lowered it over his shaft once more. He quivered underneath you, the vibrations from your sultry cry driving him wild. His mouth became frenzied on your flesh and your sex clenched, aching and begging and weeping for its release. His thumb came up to press on your clit, then rubbed soft, little circles around it. You gasped as you core thrummed and fluttered roughly. Needing to breathe, you removed your mouth from his erection and let your hand take over stroking him for a moment. You could have sworn you heard a devious chuckle.

"Somet'ing wrong, kitten?"

The cocky jackass, you thought, biting into your lip. His strokes roughened a little and you couldn't stop the soft moan erupting from your throat.

"I t'ink ya can be louder d'an d'at, kitten..."

Your bottom stung suddenly, and not even a second later you heard the smack from his slap. Completely merciless, Bálor chose that instant to rub furiously at your clit. You went soaring as your core exploded from the force of your orgasm. You cried out loudly, unable to continue pleasuring your husband at the moment, so enraptured were you. You'd never thought of yourself as the type to enjoy getting spanked, but it seemed to add endless pleasure to your climax.

"More, honey... Come again for me?"

In the next instant, your bottom was stinging again from two more sharp slaps to the exact same spot, and you vaguely were aware of Bálor's soft utterance.

"Teacht."

Your back bowed, then arched as everything inside you tightened and stretched and pulled. Then, it all burst and delicious waves of pleasure rocked you from your core. Rough spasms shot through you from your folds strait to your womb. Your arms buckled from the force of it all, and your torso collapsed onto his muscled thighs as a shriek ripped from your throat.

"Feel good, sweetheart?"

You nodded against his legs, catching your breath. At hearing him let out another triumphant chuckle, you latched onto his length with your mouth and sucked on the head of it while swirling your tongue over and over.

Bálor froze mid laugh. You heard the thud of his head falling back against the headboard followed by: "Ohhh, f... Fuck- Love... Shit, ye're... gonnamakemecome..."

Giggling, you shifted around and settled yourself between his legs so you could see his face. "That's the idea." His eyes shot open then and he watched helplessly as you stroked him with your mouth.

"But..." He exhaled sharply. "Inside you." He obviously couldn't manage a complete sentence at this point. You almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

Lifting your head, you smirked at him slightly. "Are you telling me, that the big, bad demon king, with all his powers and skills, can't get hard again immediately after he comes?"

He gave you a look then.

The same look he gave you the night you'd thanked him for "the quickie". Knowing full well what you were in store for, you shivered in anticipation, and then pushed him a little further. "Well, if you're not up to it when I finish you off, maybe I should do some online shopping. Order a... toy that can take care of me."

His eyes nearly glowed as he stared you down. You weren't frightened however. He'd never hurt you. But he was absolutely going to make you pay for your sassy lip.

And you couldn't wait.

"Oh, li'l queen..." He smiled and clucked his tongue at you. "I t'ought ya'd long ago learned y'r lesson from pushing me. D'at pretty li'l mout' o' y'rs just went an' landed ya in anot'er heap o' trouble."

You giggled again. "I look forward to it. But for now... you're mine." Then you took him in your mouth again and relished in the sound of his ecstatic groan. His hips thrusted slightly as you lowered your head, and you settled the weight of your torso against his legs, holding them down. To add to his pleasure/torture, you ran your fingers over one of his smooth, muscled thighs; the other hand you brushed over his washboard abs—all while driving him insane with your mouth. The result had an almost pained groan burst from his mouth.

As you descended your mouth again, you glanced up to see his chest heaving, his teeth gnashing slightly as he kept his eyes clenched closed. You moaned softly, and mumbled around his arousal, "You taste so good. I could do this all day."

His breaths quickened then and a choked noise emerged from his throat as you used both your mouth and hand to stroke him.

"Ó, cac!"

His body began to writhe beneath you, his rock-hard shaft twitched against your tongue and you knew it wouldn't be much longer till he was emptying into your mouth. The thought had you even more aroused.

"Mmm," you hummed around him. "Are you going to come for me?"

He didn't answer, instead he latched onto your hair and gave it a tug. "Don't stop, lass. Keep goin'."

Deciding to have mercy on him, you settled your mouth at the head of his length and whirled your tongue around it again and again, before shifting it to the sweet spot on the underside of his shaft and concentrating your strokes there.

"ÓCACÓCACÓCAC!"

His fingers curled further into your hair and yanked. You didn't even notice the pain so enthralled were you in your husband's obvious pleasure. Adding a little suction to the tip of him along with the strokes of your tongue had him falling apart in the next instant. He flooded your mouth and you savored his flavor, moaning in satisfaction as you swallowed stream after stream of his essence.

You had no more time to relish in your triumph—you were instantly tossed onto the bed at the headboard, pinned underneath Bálor's muscled frame.

"My turn, kitten. I'm still ridiculously hard," he rolled his hips slightly to let you feel the evidence of his arousal, "and ye've gotta pay f'r y'r mout's earlier indiscretions." His oceanic eyes scanned over your face slowly as his hands gripped your wrists above your head. "What should I do t' ya first," he wondered aloud.

The way he was looking at you already had your core weeping for release. You bit your lip as you gazed back at him. "Anything. Everything. Just please..." You looked at him completely serious. "Please don't keep me from coming. That's all I could feel toward the end of my sleep—a climax that began and instantly dulled to nothing—over and over. I can't go through that again."

His eyes softened a bit, and he shook his head. "Don't worry, love. I'll make sure ye're more d'an amply satisfied." A mischievous twinkle entered his gaze then and he kissed you softly. "Again, what should I do t' ya first?"

His grip on your wrists tightened and you arched against him, moaning softly. You were melting already from the way he was looking at you and speaking to you. "Whatever you want, Bálor. I'll give you whatever you want."

"I want you—exhausted from how many times I take ya; how much pleasure I give ya." His lips kissed behind your ear. "And d'en... maybe I'll flood y'r sleep wit' more orgasms d'an ya can handle—t' make up f'r d'a one's ya missed out on." His hand slid up to one of your breasts and cupped it then, brushing his thumb over the hard nipple. "How do ya feel about a wee bit 'o bondage, m' love? Give y'rself to me completely. Let me have total control—make ya feel t'ings ya never t'ought possible."

You nodded eagerly. "And what will you tie me with," you asked, enjoying how he described the things he'd do with your body.

"Me."

"What do you mean," you asked, your forehead creasing in puzzlement.

He smiled, and then closed his eyes. The colors on his naked skin began fusing together in rivulets and emerging from his flesh, reaching out to you. Hot, satin ribbons of red and black and white slithered over your skin, along the firm plains and soft curves of your body. You moaned softly as they scorched you—there was no pain, just an erotic heat soothing you and arousing you further. They engulfed your body; circling your breasts and brushing against their tight peaks. You whimpered and savored the feeling of them also pulling your arms apart and coiling around your wrists snugly.

"Bend ye're knees, lovey," Bálor ordered huskily, watching hungrily as his colors prepared your body for him.

You did as he commanded you, raising your knees so your feet were flat against the mattress. Then, more of the smokey, snake-like colors twined around each of your knees, spreading them far apart, opening you up completely to Bálor.

"Totally helpless and at my mercy," he grinned, trailing his fingers over one of your parted thighs and then settling back on his haunches.

"A fantasy come true," you sighed with a soft giggle.

"I can't begin t' tell ya how beautiful ya look, spread out before me like d'is," he murmured, scanning your entire body with his lewd gaze. "Ye're a whole fucking meal, plus desert."

Your face burned from the way he was watching you. And judging from the soft flutters attacking your core, you were completely ready for whatever he had in mind. However, he seemed to be taking his time just ogling you. So, you decided to get him back on track.

"And you're sure you're up to this now," you teased.

His eyes met yours, and glowed red for a moment. His jaw clenched.

Ooo, bad idea, maybe, you asked yourself. Oh, who cares?

"I know of a whole ton of adult toy sites I can surf and find something to help you with-" Your words hitched in your throat as the colored, ghostly ribbons tightened their hold on you. Everywhere. Your breasts tingled with sensitivity as the ribbons grew warmer and spiraled around them endlessly, tweaking at your nipples. You felt more supernatural bindings glide down your flat stomach and over your clit. With no warning whatsoever, they then slid inside you, moving in a beckoning motion against a spot that had your eyes rolling back and a loud cry pouring from your lips.

"D'at's what I like t' hear."

You managed to shift your gaze to your husband, and saw that he was thoroughly enjoying himself—though to be fair, so were you.

"Does it feel good?"

You nodded, biting into your lip. You knew if you opened your mouth to answer, your reply would be loud enough to shake the castle grounds.

"Nah-uh-uh." Bálor tsked you reproachfully, and settled himself into a sitting position next to you.

As if he were planning on staying that way for a while.

You didn't know whether to like the implications of that or not.

"Remember, I want t' hear ya scream, love. But I also want everyone else t' hear ya as well." He gave you a sly grin. "Now, tell me... How. Does It. Feel?"

The ribbons' strokes sped up and your womb tightened threateningly; you couldn't hold back any longer. You released your bottom lip from your teeth and no sooner than you did, a huge wailing cry burst from you. Your hips thrusted frantically as your g-spot throbbed and pulsed, and immediately, the phantasmic colors from Balor slid down past your waist and wrapped around your hips, stilling them. Your knees were yanked further apart, making you feel even more full, and then you imploded. A deafening scream split the atmosphere around you as a blinding white flash filled your vision.

"Ohhh, d'at must'a felt pretty fucking amazing, huh," Bálor teased.

His colors continued their erotic assault on all parts of your body at once. Panting and coming down from your orgasm, you turned your face to his. "H-how is this p-possible? To f-feel so much? All at once?"

He grinned again and then moved to settle himself in the cradle of your hips. "Oh, kitten... Ye've only begun t' feel. Ye've absolutely no idea o' d'a pleasure I'm capable of givin' ya." He lowered his face to yours and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and thrusting it against yours. Swallowing your moan, he growled into your mouth, deepening the kiss. "Ya taste s' good, Y/N," he murmured against your lips. "You're addicting."

Breathless, you gazed up at his gorgeous face. "I love you, Bálor."

"And I love you, mo banríon álainn."

His face held complete warmth. He was nothing like Kenny had made him out to be. He was beautiful, kind and warm; loving.

And he was yours. All yours.

You were pulled from your thoughts as he dipped his head and kissed your neck and chuckled. "F'r d'a first time in m' life, I don't know what t' do wit' my hands. It seems that m' body's colors are takin' care o' ya quite well."

"Oh, they are," you whispered and smiled mischievously at him. "But your hands are always welcome on my body."

His eyes glinted, and he slid one of his hands down between your bodies. In the next instant, you felt his fingers enter you, but only slightly. You tossed your head back, gasping, and trying to thrust your hips.

"Settle down, lovey," he whispered, nipping your collar bone. "Settle down. I'm only checking t' make sure ye're ready f'r me."

"I am! I am," you cried. "Please... Now..."

"Shh-shhh..." His tongue slipped out and lapped at the hollow of your throat. "Stay calm, honey. I want y'r head clear... so ye'll feel everyti'ng—remember it all." He kissed down the valley between your breasts.

"I don't think you have to worry about that- OH!" Your words halted as he slipped the tip of his arousal inside you.

He grunted softly, the only sign that he was about to lose control.

"I don't know how I'll ever manage t' be gentle wit' ya," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. He kept perfectly still, as if he was afraid to move. "All I want is t' fuck y'r brains out."

"Then do it." You nearly moaned the words. Having him partially inside you was almost worse than not having him at all. "Really, Bálor. I don't think you understand how freaking horny I am right now."

To your surprise he busted out laughing, and kissed the tip of your nose. "Believe me, love, I understand. Perfectly."

You glared up at him. "I swear if you don't get this party started right now, I really AM going to go get myself a dildo- OH SHHIII-!"

He slid into you completely; buried to the hilt and it was all you could do to keep from finishing the curse word when you felt your inner walls hugging his erection extremely tightly. Bálor on the other hand didfinish his curse word. And several after that. His breathing was rapid and harsh as he nearly slumped on top of you. Then he chuckled softly, to your surprise, when he withdrew his hips from yours.

"My sweet, pure li'l kitten—talkin' like a sailor. Sexy as hell..."

You had no time to reply as he surged forward and filled you again. You cried out loudly as his hips met yours once more. He stretched your core perfectly; there was no pain as he'd promised. "So big," you moaned as he pulled out and slid into you again. You struggled against the streams of his colors binding your wrists. In the next instant, your arms were free and you hugged him close to you.

"I'm leavin' the rest of d'em," he panted. "I like your legs open like d'is—makes ya even tighter."

"There's still one inside me too," you whispered breathlessly, as he withdrew—slowly this time. "Stroking my..." You groaned loudly then as the subject of your discussion jabbed your g-spot roughly and sent your core to shuddering.

"It's stroking me too, every time I enter you." His voice shook as he glided inside you. "You feel so good, love. So fucking tight... You fit me like a shrunken glove."

Every thrust of his hips sent you closer and closer to the edge. Your walls were tightening and your belly was coiling tight. Tighter. You were well on your way to one of many orgasms.

"D'at's it..." Bálor groaned in your ear. "Yes... I can feel ya claspin' me..." His thrusts sped up, and the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin and your choked cry of surprise. He braced himself on his arms above you and stared into your eyes as he continued the fast thrusts. "Come for me?"

You nodded with a soft whimper, even as your back began to arch of it's own accord.

"Scream, sweetheart," he moaned as he entered you and then paused. "Let go and scream for me."

And you did.

Your body had all the pleasure it could handle for the moment, and erupted—instantly hurtling you strait into orbit. Bálor's name tore from your lips on a sharp wail as he continued to drive his length into you over and over.

"D'ere ya go," he uttered, rolling his hips more forcefully against you. "D'ere ya go... So sexy... Gonna make me come..."

Before you'd fully recovered, the erotic colors coiled around your knees disappeared and you were flipped onto your hands and knees. You noted with a smile however, that Bálor had opted to let the serpentine ribbons that were stroking your g-spot remain. His fingers curled into your hips and pulled you back against him.

"Keep your head down, ass up," he ordered huskily, "I wanna watch it—feel it."

You obediently lowered your head closer to the pillows beneath you, leaving your bottom up so Bálor could reach it more easily.

Three hard, rapid slaps stung one of your cheeks and then he was entering you from behind with no warning.

"Oh, Bálor," you cried into the pillows. "Again! Please!"

He pulled out and slapped your butt again. Then you felt his warm soft lips pressing a kiss to the reddened and burning place he'd smacked you. In the next instant, he filled you again, urging your thighs further apart with his knee.

You moaned wantonly, pushing your bottom back against him, desperate for more pressure—more friction.

"Damn it... Wanna see y'r face..."

You heard Bálor's frustrated growls and then you were once again flipped onto your back. He rushed forward and buried himself inside of you, watching your face intently as he pulled out and rammed himself back inside you.

You brought your arms up, hooking them underneath his and grasped at his muscled shoulders as he thrusted. You relished in the feel of his hips slamming into yours, his arousal filling you completely as entered and left you, over and over. Your core began fluttering its approval and you knew it wouldn't be much longer till you were coming again.

Bálor's hand slid up to your neck and wrapped around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly.

You were a bit surprised to feel your walls clench and a sudden thrill of pleasure shoot up your spine. "More," you whispered. He gazed at you in amazement and awe as he moved inside you, but made no move to tighten his hold. "Really," you assured him. "Squeeze harder. Feels good."

His fingers tightened a little more and you managed a smile at him as your breathing became more labored. "Yes," you choked out. "Just... like... that..."

His thrusts became frantic. He bucked against you with everything he had and sent you soaring. Your walls erupted without warning and spasmed roughly. Unable to gasp for breath very well, you began to see bright little lights invade your vision. You let out a barely-there mewl of pleasure, and then became extremely heady as your body exploded with another climax. As your core spasmed and pulsed and stretched, you were vaguely aware of Bálor's primal roar, and the pressure on your throat became quite tight.

He must have seen your eyes losing focus then, because suddenly you were gasping and gulping blessed air into your lungs.

"I'm s' sorry, love—so fucking sorry! I lost myself when I came and... Are ya alright?!"

Finally able to breathe more normally, you giggled, still feeling almost intoxicated. "I'm perfect. It felt amazing. You'll have to do that to me again soon!"

"I t'ink not," he huffed. "I damn near killed ya!"

You giggled again, "No you didn't. I was fine—better than fine."

He was still breathing hard, whether from his exertion due to making love or from his worrying over you, you didn't know. "Here, lie with me," he said softly, tugging you against his muscled frame. "Let's get some rest."

"We'll make love again, right," you asked, already eager for another round.

His laugh rumbled in your ear, "O' course. In fact... I can meet ya in yer dreams if ya want—make up fer d'a torture ya went t'rough in yer sleep. D'at way ya can rest, but we can still enjoy each ot'er."

You sighed happily and nuzzled into his chest. "Can you get me pregnant in my dreams?"

His head pulled back a ways to look at you. "Ya sure, love? D'is soon?"

"I'd love to have your baby," you whispered. "If you want one this soon, that is."

"Not'ing would make me happier, honey. I'll gladly make ya a máthair. You'll be an amazing one."

"And you'll be an amazing father," you smiled dreamily. "I saw you with Ana. I'd woken up for a minute and you were singing to her. Then you started telling her the story of how we met. It was beautiful to watch you with her."

If you didn't know any better, you'd say your husband was blushing.

"She really cares a lot about ya," Bálor said softly, stroking some hair away from your face. "She wanted t' see ya so badly, but as ya know, ya weren't in much of a condition fer a child t' witness. She'll be t'rilled t' know ye're well."

"We'll have to be her parents now," you told him. "Are you okay with that?"

"I'm perfect wit' it. She's a an amazing li'l girl."

"I love you. So much."

"And I love you, mo banríon luachmhar."

His lips brushed over your forehead and soon after, you drifted off to sleep; immediately finding Bálor waiting for you in your dreams.

You sighed happily, moving into his arms. You didn't see how life could get any better.

But nine months later, it did.

The End

Translations:

"An chuid eile, mo ghrá. ~ "Rest, my love."

"Teacht anois. Teacht banríon beag crua." ~ "Come now. Come hard little queen."

"Ní mór dom tú taobh istigh dom!" ~ "I need you inside me!"

"Teacht." ~ "Come."

"Ó, cac!" ~ "Oh, shit!"

"ÓCACÓCACÓCAC!" ~ "OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!"

"Máthair" ~ "Mother"

"And I love you, mo banríon álainn." ~ "And I love you, my beautiful queen."