Chapter 11- Questions
Clary opened her eyes when Jace returned. "I brought you some berries. Maybe you can make them into a jam again later?" he announced. Clary sat up and tucked the blankets around her naked frame. "I could but we would need bread to put it on. Do you think the guardian will let his prisoner go to the village and get some bread?" she teased. Jace's shoulders tensed as he turned around slowly. Clary looked at her golden lover and sighed. "I won't go if it bothers you, Jace. It was just a playful suggest. Please don't be upset." She spoke softly throwing her arms around him once he sat down. "I'm not I just don't like the thought of you going back to the village. I don't want you to get hurt." He whispered. "Alec and Magnus wouldn't hurt me. They are my friends." She sighed. She didn't understand why she could not go see them. "It's fine Jace. Don't worry about it." She grunted. Jace's hand brushed her cheek softly. "Give things time to settle down and I'll consider letting my beautiful prisoner wonder. The village can be dangerous, especially once you reveal yourself as being alive." He explained. "I don't want the villagers trying to sacrifice you to please me," Jace explained. Clary could understand his hesitance now. He just wanted her to be safe. "If only they knew how pleasing I am for their guardian already. I do a much better job gaining your favor alive than dead." She smiled. "Indeed." He hummed raking his hands down her narrow frame. The covers fell away leaving her bare and exposed to him. He looked down, drinking in the sight of her. He wasn't sure he would ever get enough of her. She encompassed his every waking thought. "Maybe I'll just run away." She grinned teasingly letting out a deep breath in response to his touch. His golden eyes locked onto hers mischievously. "You can try but I'll always find you, my wife." He whispered. Clary giggled as he littered a trail of kisses down her neck and chest. "Fiancee." She corrected. "Let's take things one step at a time." She teased.
"If you wish, though I rather skip and get to the step where I claim you." He whispered against her stomach. "I believe we have skipped to that step many times already." She replied breathlessly. Jace chuckled and lay her down gently on top the covers. "And we will continue to skip steps until I have had my fill of you. Alas, I am afraid this will never come to be so please forgive me. I can't seem to keep my hands off of you, or my mouth." He whispered as he lowered his head between her legs. Clary squeaked as her hips jolted up in surprise but Jace's muscular arms held her hips tightly in place. She was about to protest when she felt his tongue begin to massage her sensitive bud. It was all she could do not to scream out with unexpected pleasure. Where did he learn to do such a thing? Who would believe that something like this could feel so good? She pushed the thoughts from her mind instead giving into the pleasure he was giving her. It was clear that this was solely for her enjoyment. She would take it and think of a way to return the favor later. Once he was content in his effort to turn her into a leg wobbling sweaty hot mess Jace claimed her once again. She couldn't seem to form a coherent sentence as she lay beneath him trying to catch her breath. "Your skills in lovemaking never cease to astound me." She panted. Her lover smiled kissing her lightly on top of her head. "It is the only enjoyment I take remembering my past endeavors. I love being able to elicit those sounds from your lips." He smiled.
"Are you sure you are not trying to distract me from the subject at hand with sex?" She asked. Jace faked an innocent expression. "I would never distract you, though if I was going to distract you, sex would be a pretty good way to go about it." He grinned. Clary rolled her eyes in exasperation. "The gigs up mister. Time to talk." She demanded playfully. Jace groaned but sat up in the warm bed. "Alright my darling, what would you like to know?" he asked. Clary thought for a moment. There were so many questions that she didn't know where to begin. She could start with his life before the wall or jump and ask him the most pressing questions first. Deciding on the later she opened her mouth. "How did you become the guardian? I mean were you always the guardian?" she inquired. Jace frowned taking in a deep breath. "No, I was not always the guardian. Magnus, Alec, Max and I came here from beyond the wall, as Magnus had told you before. We were running for our lives from the king, which is a long story in itself. However, that is not what you asked. Just suffice it to say that we were desperate to flee Idris. We entered the forest through a lost tunnel running fleeing the guards and landed straight into the village. The village had not seen outsiders in decades and welcomed us. Everything was looking better until the wolf god appeared one night shortly after we settled." He explained. Clary's ears perked up. Jace took in her gaze and continued. "This god was not loved or kind. It would appear he had gone mad in his seclusion. He attacked the village killing many people. He was as hostile to demons as his people when they failed to give him sacrifices. He almost killed Alec who shot him with his bow. The creature receeded back into the forest as I left the others and followed him. We were going to liberate the people who showed us such kindness.
The creature limped back bleeding to the center of the forest, to the lake. You see it is the lake that transforms us. I will still transform at sunset rather I am on the lake or not but I always awake there when the sun rises. I watched as the wolf turned back into a human and ended his life." He huffed with disdain. Clary gasped putting her hand over her mouth. "The man was a raving lunatic, Clarissa. I assure you it was quick. I put him out of his misery." He continued. Clary nodded her head in understanding. "Once I killed him I was surrounded in light. A voice kept calling to me telling me that everything was going to be alright and explained what was expected of me. That I was going to change and become the next guardian. I don't know who the voice was, I can only assume it is the great spirit that the villagers mention in ancient legends. The original spirit of the forest chooses a guardian to bestow his power to. He didn't hold ill will for killing the previous guardian just commanded that I take his charge. You see the legend is that outsiders are the only ones who can survive the transformation. So, I woke up in the middle of the lake with this symbol on my arm." He explained showing her the tattoo on his right bicep. Clary's fingers brushed it softly. "I was always curious how you got that." She smiled. Her lover smiled and kissed her softly. "Alec went looking for me after a week. He found me distraught and scared. He ended up bringing Magnus and Max back to the forest with him the next day. They spent a week with me making over the cave, talking to me and helping me not feel so alone. You know not how it pains me to keep them away from you, darling. I've been very selfish and have wanted to keep you to myself." He sighed.
Clary blushed lightly looking away. "They can come visit now? Don't you miss them too?" she inquired. Jace gave her a dazzling smile. "Yes, but I would like to keep you to myself for just a little longer." He leaned forward kissing her neck. "I wanted to keep the truth from you at first and I thought that if I kept them from you that you might finally begin to see me for me. Magnus and Max have big mouths. I am surprised that they didn't announce my identity before you entered the forest." He chuckled lowering his lips to her breast. "They did drop many hints. I think they wanted me to grow to love you for who you are as well. Magnus was pretty intent on dolling me up before I got here." She replied breathlessly. "Once I can control the urge not to claim you every waking moment I will bring them to visit us." He whispered lowering his hand to massage her core. "That might be for the best, you horn dog." She scolded playfully. He smiled in agreement. Clarissa had never been more content in her entire life than she was now. "You are taking all of this so calmly." He stated. The young women smiled softly. "I've battled an entire platoon of fire demons, ran away from the royal guards, and faced a fire general. The man I love turning into a wolf at night just doesn't seem as big in comparison. Besides, I've gotten to know you these last two months. I couldn't imagine walking away from you for any reason. Not that I will be able to walk much at all after you have your way with me." She replied allowing her eyes to close as an orgasm rocked her body. They lay in silence a moment after that. The small redhead cuddeled into the blonde's chest as he littered her body with kisses.
She couldn't be happier that he was being honest with her. Her golden warrior smiled taking her hand and kissing it softly. The charm bracelet twinkled in the afternoon light. "I see you like your bracelet," Jace smiled brushing the silver. Clary gazed up at him lazily. Her small bare frame nestled into her lover's arms as her fingers played absently with his chest. "I love my bracelet." She smiled holding it up to examine it again. Jace grinned pulling her up for a deep lingering kiss that made her melt. "Which charm is your favorite?" he asked finally. The petite women smiled turning her wrist so the small silver wolf was on better display. "Well, I have a certain affection for the wolf one." She teased. His golden eyes gazed down lovingly at her. "Then, my next favorite is this one." She said pointing to the soaring bird. Jace kissed her hand curling his fingers in her own. "Why that one?" he asked innocently. Clary sighed before frowning weakly. "Well, it reminds me of the Herondale family crest." She stated. Jace's body suddenly went rigid. "It is their crest, I am surprised you knew that. The Herondale's are a dying breed." He spoke with no amusement. Jace thought it was fitting that she would recognize the crest given that Herondale would soon be her last name. "I was raised by a Herondale. Imogen Herondale took me in when my mother died." She announced. Jace's eyebrows furrowed. "Imogen?" he asked. Clary smiled kissing his cheek. "Yes, she was so thoughtful and loving. She was so sad when her son and grandson died. If it wasn't for my friend Izzy and me, I think she was have gone into a depression. We became her reason to continue living." She elaborated.
Jace took in a deep breath. He could feel his heart clench in his chest as he thought about the old women. "Clary I…" he hesitated. "Imogen's grandson, he didn't, he isn't dead." He whispered softly. Clary's eyebrows raised with confusion. "Are you certain? The king had told her that he died himself. Though she could never bring herself to see the bodies. What reason would the king have to lie? she asked intently. Jace chuckled. "Oh my darling, I am certain he isn't dead because I am her grandson. My birth name is Jonathan Christopher Herondale, son of Stephen and Celine Herondale." He replied. Clary bolted up knocking the golden warrior down beneath her. She looked at him examining every each of his hastily. She adjusted herself bringing her leg over him to straddle his body in order to study him better. He grinned at her surprise and her frantic disbelief. "Jonathan… Christopher?" she whispered trying to process the new information. "Jonathan Christopher, or J.C. which was shortened to Jace by Alec's mother. I use to spend a great deal of time with their family when I lived in Idris. Mother wasn't too fond of the nickname but it grew on her." He explained.
Clary was frozen before she felt joy rush through her. He really was Imogen's grandson, Jonathan was alive. The lady will be so happy when she finds out if she ever found out. Surely the lady was alive and well. The older women had departed for Idris before Clary and her friends ambushed the demons. Clary smiled looking down and hugged her lover. She found him and she was in love with him. Just as Imogene had foretold her. Tears laced her eyes as she leaned further down and kissed him passionately. He gripped her waist bringing her closer. "What was that for?" Jace asked lazily once they broke apart. She smiled sweetly running her hands through his hair. "For telling me the truth. For being who you are. For loving me. Just, everything." She kissed him again softly on the cheek. His hands crept down and landed on her thighs as his lips kissed her with renewed vigor. "It's so ironic how things ended up." She whispered. "Explain." Jace panted. Clary smiled sweetly meeting his warm gaze. "Imogene wanted to drag me to the capital to meet you when I was young. All she would keep saying is how I would love her grandson and how she hoped we might get married one day." She explained. Jace chuckled. "I remember reading a letter about you once." He admitted. "I didn't know who you were but grandmother kept saying that she found my perfect match and that if I was anything like my father I would need a wife to put me in my place." Clary giggled. The blonde pulled her back down against his body. She gasped when she found him erect again. "She couldn't have been more right. I do need a wife to put me in my place and I love the place you have chosen to put me at the moment." He grinned grinding his hips up so his hard on teased her entrance. Her back arched in response. "You are insatiable." She smiled indulging him.
"Only for you, you the only women I will ever want this way again." He whispered pushing into her. She moaned and began moving her body up and down to ride him. "I guess she would be happy to know that we found each other then." She panted heavily. "Not as happy as I am right now." He replied thrusting his hips up into her. Clary's head fell back in pleasure as she lost the ability to form a reply. They lay tired, sweaty and wrapped in each other's arms. "I guess it's a good thing you turn into a wolf at night. I don't think we would ever leave this bed otherwise." She breathed. "Yes, one of the many downsides but I suppose I should allow you some time to rest." He smiled. "In the meantime, tell me about how you grew up. You've kept many of the details vague until now. I want to know everything including why the king is looking for you." He whispered. Clary smiled softly nodding her head. "I'll tell you everything after I rest. I am afraid I will need to build up my endurance to keep up with you." She smiled closing her eyes and attempting to catch her breath. Jace grinned and wrapped his arms around her. He really should be more thoughtful and allow his lover more time to recover. After all, she had been a virgin just a fortnight ago. The blonde guardian grinned and closed his eyes. He could use some rest before sunset as well.
Sunset came before they knew it. Beams of sunlight flooded the cave waking Jace from his slumber. The young man rose from the covers trying not to wake the sleeping women beside him. Clarissa was oblivious to the world and he smirked knowing he was the cause of her deep slumber. He used his magic to light the fire pit before throwing on a pair of pants and making his way out towards the lake. Clary woke a few hours later frowning when she realized night had fallen taking her lover with it. She stretched her sleeping body only to groan finding her abs and pelvic muscles taut and sore. She never knew sex would be so exhausting. She looked out of the cave entrance at the full moon overhead. It was a beautiful peaceful night and her lover was somewhere out there in the forest. Deciding that she wanted to see him she got up and got dressed. If she was going to spend the rest of her life with Jace she needed to see him in his wolf form. Clary had been so terrified the last time she saw him up close that she couldn't remember everything clearly. The other times he had kept his distance from the cave while they spoke. Not this time, this time, she was going to get a good look at him. She promptly left the cave and made her way down to the lake. Her grip tightened on the bow in her hands as she took in her surroundings. She had never been in the forest at night. What had seemed so frightening before now gave her comfort.
"You shouldn't be out here alone. It is dangerous." A familiar voice spoke. Clary smiled turning around to gaze at the figure standing behind her. He was bigger than she had remembered. Golden eyes shined down at her as the wolf sat regally on its hind legs. Jace's white fur coat shined in the bright moonlight making him seem ghostly. "How do you do that?" she asked. "You're so big but you move without making a sound." She elaborated. The wolf grinned wide revealing it's sharp canines. "Wolf-god, remember little one." He replied with amusement. Clary blushed taking a tentative step towards him. "Can I…May I touch you?" she asked curiously. His ears rose in surprise. "I don't see why not? Are you sure you want to, though?" he inquired? Clary chuckled closing the distance between them. "I'm not going to jump on your back and ride you." She teased. Jace huffed. "Certainly not. I only allow myself to be ridden in human form thank you very much." He replied mockingly. Clary shook her head at the clear innuendo. She raised her hands and placed her them into the fur of his right front leg. Jace's breath caught at her touch. "You are so soft." She remarked running her hands through his fur. "Yes, that is what all the other cute redhead's tell me." He joked. Clary rolled her eyes. "Don't let their compliments go to your head. They just want to make you into a throw rug." She jested. Jace's body vibrated with laughter. "I would make a pretty sexy throw rug." He replied. Clary smiled sweetly bringing her forehead to rest up against him, nuzzling.
"I can't help but be in awe at how well you are handling this. I keep expecting you to run for the hills screaming." The wolf remarked. Clary shook her head. "You will be waiting a long time before that happens. It takes more than hairball problems to scare me away." She responded. They stood in silence for a few minutes before Jace nuzzled her with his snout. "I love you." His voice vibrated in her mind. "I love you too Jace Herondale, my wolf guardian." She replied sending her thoughts to him. She was about to suggest that she should return to the cave when he spoke again. "Would you mind telling me about your past now? I would very much like to see your memories of my grandmother and Ignis since we share thoughts while I'm in this state." He begged softly. The small redhead smiled straitening her stance. "I would be happy to but it's a rather long story." She replied turning and taking a seat on the nearest boulder. "I have the rest of the night, pending any demon attacks." He replied. Clary looked up at the sky with curiosity. "Has there been another attack?" she asked. Jace shook his head. "No, not tonight. I am sure whatever the king is planning it is not good. He might be planning his next attack but as for tonight, the forest is clear and all seems well." Clary nodded her head. "Very well then, I'll tell you everything." She sighed relaxing. "You don't have to if you don't-"
"I want to, Jace. I want be honest with you. After all, you should know my past being my fiancee and all. Maybe you can even help me make sense of it. I honestly have no idea why the king wants me so badly. Maybe telling you everything will help us figure it out together." She stated. The wolf nodded. Clary smiled, closing her eyes and began. "I was five when my mother died, her name was Jocelyn Fray." She whispered.
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*A/N: Wow five reviews so quickly. Thank you. Here is a speedy update as a token of my gratitude. The next chapter is called Clary's past. Much of her backstory will be revealed before the next few chapters where things get more interesting. I love all of your questions! I wish I could answer them all for you but I don't want to give anything away. Again thank you for the reviews! I hope the smut wasn't too overbearing. This by far is the smutiest chapter. Anyway, you guys rock. I feel so loved. J
