Warning: Gore and Sadism
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She felt like a bunny.
However, if she were a bunny, Jonathan was a horny bunny. Clary knew that mated pairs (human and otherwise) went at it all the time during the honeymoon phase. She got that. However, she didn't expect to wake up to sex in the morning, sex before and after breakfast, sex in the bathroom (for both his and her showers/baths), sex in the closet, and that was only in a couple of hours! She lost count of how many times they made love in a full day. Shouldn't there be chaffing at this point?!
She looked around the large room. She'd become rather acquainted with it. Jonathan barely ever let them leave his chambers. Though, he had taken to keeping the doors between their rooms wide open. It was sweet in many ways, but Clary knew the truth. It gave him more flat surfaces to choose from. The pervert.
However, he had never quite gotten over her playing out his fantasy of coming home to her little stunt. He obviously didn't pay attention to the dirty things he said during sex. He had said it at least five times, but he hadn't been able to figure out where she had gotten the idea from. His oblivious attitude was actually rather adorable. She couldn't help but be smitten with the demon boy, and it was rather odd. She had never been this focused on one person. The only one who came close to being anything like Jonathan would have been Jace, but even that didn't compare. She wasn't really sure what she had gotten into. He kept saying that he would keep her training up, but he had yet to let her put on more than a shirt!
It really was ridiculous, and she knew that. Thus, she was putting her foot down!
She was going to put on pants! There was nothing that Jonathan could do to stop her!
After a single shower and opening the windows, she got dressed in a snuggly sweatshirt with personalized ripped sleeves and jeans (done with one of his knives, she didn't want to dull hers). They weren't even a flattering pair of jeans. They were ugly, old jeans that she wasn't sure where he had even found them. They looked like something a Hobo would throw away. Clary smiled evilly as she looked at her revolting reflection. Oh well! They were comfortable!
Of course, all of this was made possible by Jonathan being gone again. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have let her get more than a foot from the bed before his hands would be in inappropriate places. Clary decided to take advantage of being free of his needy hands, and flounced down the stairs. As she went to the kitchens to get something to eat, a couple of maids looked at her and smirked. Red painted Clary's face, and she couldn't quale the blush. As the maids looked her up and down, wicked little smiles painted on their mocking lips, Clary realized something horrible. She realized something so disturbing and painful that she wanted nothing more than to escape the room…no! The Manor!
Every single person in the household knew that she had been well and thoroughly fucked for the last couple of weeks.
If her screams hadn't told them, the smell had. Also, one poor boy had been stupid enough to walk into Jonathan's room while they were in the middle of…yeah. Jonathan had hurled a knife at the poor thing, while roaring death threats and obscenities. That reminded her; she needed to check on the boy to make sure that his arm was healing well. She hadn't been able to check if the knife had been poisoned or not. Jonathan kept all kinds of things strapped under objects in his room. He had knives, swords, guns, steles, and she had even found a few grenades by accident after one particularly interesting positioning.
Clary grabbed a couple of rolls and a banana before walking out of the room. The maids continued to giggle, and she continued to blush. Their knowing laughter followed her until she was sitting at the dinning table. She nibbled on a roll and tried to figure out how she was going to deal with those reactions continuously. Everyone knew she was no longer a virgin! Everyone!
Clary banged her head onto the table. Oh, it was mortifying. Why did she have to suffer like this? A thought crossed her panicking mind, and she smiled into the table. Maybe they could fire the entire staff!
No…the new staff would find out because Jonathan wasn't interested in being quiet.
Repeatedly, Clary slammed her poor forehead into the dark wood of the table, and it didn't help anything. It wasn't that she thought it would, but it might have been a nice surprise. However, soon she simply had a bruise on her face to top off the seemingly permanent embarrassment that would forever follow her around the grand manor.
Footsteps in the hallway seemed to stop her banging, but she was only a bit curious as to who it could be. It would probably be just another maid that would laugh at her. Clary turned her head on the table and looked at the doorway. As the footsteps got closer and closer, she realized that they were much too light to be a man. It had to be a maid. She was going to be laughed at. She just knew it! Clary sighed and awaited the laughter she knew would come when the figure came into the room and saw the lusty mistress there.
However, she didn't expect the laughing person to be Mia. The gardener walked into the room, mindful to keep her dirty shoes off of the nice rug, and she laughed at the embarrassment painted onto Clary's face, as well as the very obvious bruise. Mia walked into the room and sat at the table. Quickly, she swiped one of the rolls and took a rather unladylike bite. She looked at the blushing Clary as she smacked away on the bread. She really couldn't resist, "So…did you get hurt? I heard a lot of moaning and screaming coming from your room the other night." Her smiled quickly turned wicked as she paused before continuing, much to Clary's chagrin, "And the night before that, and the night before that. My! What have you been up to?"
Clary tried to glare at the woman. She really, really, really did. But she couldn't seem to grasp any emotion except embarrassment. That was it! She was moving to a mundane nunnery! She would never have to deal with people hearing her have sex again! Though, she would have to cut her hair…and give up her neon clothes…and her… nope! No nunnery! Too many sacrifices, too little giving. Did Shadow Hunters have nuns? They seemed to be an off break of Catholicism. Maybe they did! She would have to ask Jonathan… or Mia!
"Do Shadow Hunters have nuns?"
Mia stopped smirking and just looked at the Manor's Mistress in confusion. How did they go from talking about sex to nuns? What kind of things did the Master and Mistress get up to?! "What?"
Clary sighed, "I want to know if Shadow Hunters have nuns in their culture."
Mia continued to look at Clary as though the redhead had grown another redhead, before she remembered that Clary hadn't been raised as a Shadow Hunter. It was only natural that the girl had odd questions from time to time, though this nun one was definitely new. Mia cocked her jaw to the side and looked at the wall, thinking before she spoke, "No. Not really. We have the Silent Brothers and stuff. There might be a female equivalent… I can't remember… but we don't really have anything like a mundane nun." Mia shot Clary and incredulous look, "Where did that even come from?!"
Clary was not about to explain that particular trail of thought, so she quickly moved on with, "So, how's the planting going?"
Mia looked at her knowingly, drawing the worst conclusions possible, "It's going well. I have a few little things that I need to take care of in the Four Seasons court, but it shouldn't take more than a few days. Master Jonathan will be most cross if I take longer."
The two women dissolved into simple conversations. Of course, Mia couldn't resist throwing a few quips in about Clary's new and abundant sex life, to which the girl could only respond with blushes. Some things should never be spoken of, according to Clary at least. However, Mia didn't agree, and Mia got her way…not counting the stair incident. She wouldn't be mentioning that. She wasn't really sure that she would be able to handle what Clary would say.
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Jonathan crouched over a bleeding Magnus and snarled, "Tell me where the Rebel base is, and I'll let you die!" He stabbed his blade deep into Magnus's side, making sure to avoid any vital organs. He couldn't accidently kill the creepy warlock. That would throw a bit of a wrench in his plans. Three of the guards watched the demon work with morbid fascination. They had never seen a prisoner lose so much blood and stay conscious. Though all of them had heard of Jonathan's special talent in creating horrors, they couldn't help but be impressed and disturbed.
Jonathan grabbed Magnus by the tattered collar of his shirt and threw him into the wall. The satisfying crunch of the man's nose sent a thrill down Jonathan's spine. They had been at this for hours, and Jonathan was enjoying himself. Sure… Magnus was his secret little ally, but there was no harm in taking pride in his work! After all, the torturing had to happen. If it didn't, no one would believe their little story. As Magnus rolled onto his back, gasping for air, Jonathan figured that the little creep was lucky that today was the last torture day. However, for that to be cemented, he did need to get Magnus to spill something. It wouldn't look right if he accepted defeat so easily.
Jonathan calmly walked over to Magnus and toed the man's broken ribs. It would take the warlock a long time to piece himself back together after this! Jonathan hadn't pulled anything but tricks out of his bag. Magnus barely even whimpered from what Jonathan was sure was shocking pain. He looked down at the man and snarled, "I'm going to hang you from fish hooks in the ceiling next. So, I'd suggest you give me something."
Magnus took a deep breath, wheezing all the same, "I don't know anything! They move camp every week!"
Jonathan cocked his head and smirked, "So, they camp together?"
Magnus's cat eyes widened, as he realized what he had said. He looked up at Jonathan's smirking face and bit his lower lip hard enough to draw even more blood. Maybe, it would be enough to make him pass out.
Jonathan shook his head mockingly, "Oh, Maggie, I thought we had come to an understanding. You do not try to pass out, and I do not let you. Do not rescind it now." He laughed, and even the guards were uncomfortable from the sheer glee in the tone. Jonathan crouched down and stuck his finger deep into one of the many lacerations on Magnus' torso, "We have so much to talk about. Tell me about the camp. How many are there?" He wiggled his finger deeper into the split tissue and muscle.
Exhausted and low on blood and faith, Magnus screamed. He screamed so loudly that other prisoners quaked in their cells, horrified that the monster tormenting the prisoner would soon come for them. The guards shifted, and Jonathan looked at them, disgust burning in his black eyes, "Are you lot wanting a break? Too much genius in the room for you?" The three shook their heads quickly, scared of what might happen if they let him think they were unworthy of being in the room. Jonathan nodded his head, and rolled his eyes back to the screeching warlock. He stuck in another finger, making sure to dig his finger nails into the walls of the cut. The screaming went up a few decimals. "TELL ME!"
Magnus writhed, trying to get away from the torture, and he bellowed, "Thousands! Thousands of them! Shadow hunter and Downworlder alike!" Jonathan retracted his hand, covered in messy blood. Magnus curled up in a ball, whimpering, trying to be forgotten to his misery.
Jonathan stood up and looked at the three, "I think that's all we'll get from him. Anymore, and he'll lose his pathetic little mind." He stalked out of the cell, leaving Magnus with tears falling down his face. Okay, maybe he went a little too far, but no one was going to ask questions now. Not a single person would connect the demon and the warlock, not when those screams could have chilled blood. Hopefully, Clary didn't get too upset. After all, she did seem to hold some affection for the warlock.
As he went up the stairs to the ground level, he noticed that it was getting late. In the morning. Well, he had finished all of the tasks he had set up to be done. Magnus had cried and given him information. He had executed three traitor Shadow Hunters who were so obvious about their plots that he couldn't even smuggle them into the Resistance. He snorted, as a saying that Clary liked came to mind. If brains were dynamite, some people wouldn't even be able to blow their noses. The little saying was painfully true. He walked out to the stables and ordered for Alexander to be saddled. He wanted to get out of the dingy place. It wasn't that the pain and misery that saturated every stone made him uncomfortable. No, it was mostly that he just wanted to be with his mate; otherwise, he would have been happy to stay and cause even more pain and misery!
The stable boys quickly readied his stallion, and Jonathan was quickly out of the city. He rode through the grassy hills, and enjoyed the warm sun on his face. It really was a beautiful day. He couldn't wait to spend the entire day tomorrow playing with his food. He would release Magnus tomorrow. He'd give the Warlock a few weeks to recuperate (if not more), and then they would start putting the troops were he wanted them. He didn't want a war. He wanted a coupe.
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Clary fingered the dagger as she and Mia stood out on one of the pastures that the household used for training. She had already placed the ruins on her skin for protection, speed, and agility. She wasn't sure what had made her feel so restless, but when Mia had suggested a sparring, she had jumped at the chance to get out of the house and do something that required a great deal of energy. Thus, the two stood on the same field where Jonathan had wiped the floor with her several times before. She watched the other woman.
If she remembered correctly, Mia had a childhood injury to her right knee. That would have caused her to favor her left leg for balance. She would have to use that. However, Mia was doing the same. She looked at the sun and noticed that it would be on her side, so Clary wouldn't be able to look at her directly. That would take away some of the woman's precision. Mia continued to observe the strengths and weaknesses of her opponent, and time crept by.
Finally, in a jump that Jonathan would be proud of, Clary leapt to the side to avoid the sun light, and then leapt and Mia's side. Mia saw the flash of steel in the light, and she quickly stepped backward, hoping to escape the blade's reach. She planted her feet and grabbed for Clary's wrist, but the woman was quicker. She pulled her wrist back, and sliced her opponent's palm. Mia cried out, but didn't stop. She went down on the ground, throwing her leg out a she spun away from Clary's fists. Her boot caught Clary's ankles, and she went down. Mia started to leap onto her, but Clary somersaulted back onto her feet. She looked down at Mia, and kicked out, hoping to catch the woman in the face. Mia moved back at the last moment and jumped back up, hitting Clary in the stomach.
Clary hissed, as her breath escaped. She glared at her opponent and jabbed at Mia's open throat. A quick blow to the trachea, and then a knee to the stomach. Clary used her elbow to throw Mia to the ground, and landed on top of her. However, Mia (though gasping for every painful breath) was bigger than Clary. Using her weight, Mia rolled them over and punched Clary in the kidney. Clary yelped and lodged her knee between them, determined to get the girl off of her.
On and on the fight went. Every time that one got the advantage, the other would snatch it away. Muscles screamed in exhaustion, skin bruised from harsh blows, and sweat flew through the air as the two danced around and against each other. Dirt streaked their skin, and grass clung desperately to their clothes and hair. Lines of blood came from both of their lips, and a few cuts on their arms and hands. They could have fought for moments, or hours. Neither knew. All they knew was that someone had to win the fight for it to be over.
Eventually, both of their strikes lost speed and strength. Their kicks lost the powerful snap. Panting, and leaning on their knees, the two girls looked at each other. Mia spoke through her pants and gasps, "Could we…just…call this…one…a tie?"
Clary nodded her head and tried to ignore the spots swimming in her vision from a bad hit to her head, "Sounds…good." She rolled back to sit on the ground. "Let's just…sit…for a bit."
Mia collapsed beside her, arms spread out on the ground as they both looked up at the lazy sun. It had to be deep in the afternoon. They had been out there for a few hours. After she had caught a bit of her breath, Mia laughed, "I think we got a pretty good work out!"
Clary chuckled, still panting, "Got me, there."
Both let a few more moments pass before Mia shakily got to her feet. She reached down to help Clary up. As the girl took her hand, she said, "We should probably get back to the Manor. They'll be wondering where I've gotten off to, and I'm sure they're worried about where you are." Clary shot her a confused look, and Mia chuckled, "Would you want to be the one that had to tell Jonathan that his bed buddy went missing? I didn't think so." Together, the two companions tiredly trudged back to the imposing stone house. It had been a long day.
I know. I've been bad. I didn't update for a while, and when I did, it was a filler. I felt like I'd been focusing too much on Jonathan. After all, this story is supposed to be about Clary. I swear that will be more of a thing when Magnus is out. I wanted to write a chapter with more of her in it, and no sex. Well, other than the sex jokes that were bound to happen.
As for the gore, I found that really necessary, and I felt bad. He will make a full recovery, and he will make Jonathan pay for those horrible moments. I swear. I love Magnus.
I know that some of you got kind of mad at me for publishing a new story, and I know that I'm being irresponsible, but I couldn't get that plot to leave me alone. I also know that updating that one meant that I had to get you guys an update. I want you to know that a new story doesn't mean anything. I am coming towards the end of this story, and it will be finished. You don't have to worry about that. So, without further ado,
Please review. I love to read your feedback, and I love to hear your ideas about the story. It really is what makes me keep writing!
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~~Mistress of the LivingDarkness