The Fury of the Night
Chapter 12: More
David and Raven lay in the comfort of the soft bed laughing together and talking for hours. It had begun with his first line of the bedtime story. Raven had made up the second line, and he the third, and it had continued, becoming sillier as they went. They had then entered into an exchange of their favorite times and places in their histories.
"The mountains of my first home were beautiful." David said wistfully. "The Carpathians call to me still, at times."
Raven, who was sitting cross-legged facing him as he leaned against a pile of pillows, felt the strong urge to reach out to him. She lightly squeezed his leg where it rested covered by the sheet, next to her.
"You will return there one day." she assured him. "Perhaps I could even journey with you."
David smiled. "That would be most pleasurable. Your turn." he said, lighting another cigarette.
"The Reims Cathedral." Raven answered without hesitation. "At 2 o'clock in the morning lit only by moonlight." She shared an image in her mind with him and he reached out to absently stroke her knee as he took it in.
"Beautiful." David replied, taking in each detail she showed him. "All right, let's see….favorite color?"
Raven was quiet a moment then said, "The ice-blue of your eyes. Yours?"
David looked at her and reached out a hand, taking a long lock of her hair in his fingers.
"The midnight of your hair."
They grew quiet, each keeping their own thoughts. Raven's breath caught as David's fingers brushed the skin of her arm. She listened as the ongoing storm outside the cave continued to rage on, having not lessened at all in its intensity since the time they had come inside. She thought of the shower they had taken together; the intimacy and the trust shared; of the confirmation given to her by the altar flames that David was her present and was also in her future; most of all, she thought of how the beast inside her had spoken aloud. It had never lied to her; it was not capable of treason. It had only confirmed what David had expressed; that she was his.
She had been alone for so very long, and suddenly she was here, in the company of this imposing night king and it felt so good. It was good. It was right. And if he wanted her, she would become his. Now, in this moment, because his body was calling to her.
David felt the change in her mood and reached over to snub out his cigarette. He then turned back to her, reaching up to run his thumb along her jaw. Beautiful sparks flew, like iron drawn across flint, only sapphire blue in color. Raven reached up and took his hand, bringing his fingers to her lips. She kissed them once, twice, then turned his hand and rubbed her cheek against it with her eyes closed.
David took back his hand, reaching up to run it through that beautiful mane of darkness. He wanted her with everything he had, and if she had been a lesser being than she was, he certainly would have entered into a physical engagement with her before this. She was an important creature though; she belonged to the underworld, as he did, not just the night, like his boys. She had been specifically created with purpose and any being who interfered with her in any form would pay a price. He did not want to cause her harm or to cause any distortion of her path; he simply wanted to be joined with her. He had known from the first moment she had turned to him at the concert nights ago. His first glimpse into those eyes, his first breath of her; he had known he wanted her, and for more than a casual dalliance.
Raven rose to her knees, uncrossing her legs, then sat back on her feet, her eyes locked with David's the whole time. Slowly she removed the camisole top, laying it to her side. He took in a deep breath, willing himself to maintain control, and crossed his arms behind his head. He had to let her be the one to initiate this contact; he could be master of every one that followed if she desired, but this first coming together must be by her initiation.
She moved to her knees again, sliding the silk bottoms down and removing them nimbly. Black hair slipped around over her chest as she leaned forward and slowly pulled back the sheet that was covering David's body. He was magnificent, she thought, letting her eyes trail over him. Strong of shoulder, broad of chest, muscles well-defined. His manhood was growing before her and she delighted in it. Raven looked up into his eyes again, those blue wells that she could lose ages of time in.
Keeping his arms clasped behind his head, he spoke in a voice that was low and full of gravel. "We have shared much and claimed each other by word. But you know how this must be. It is by your choice. If you want more…take it. If you want more, take it."
He did shiver then as she laid a hand to his chest and straddled his stomach. Leaning down until her face was right in front of his, she tilted her head and spoke clearly.
"Oh, I intend to, My Night King. I intend to." Then she lowered her lips to his. She felt him fighting with himself to maintain control when she kissed down along his neck and over his throat and smiled to herself. She wasn't sure which one of them wanted this more.
David felt her tongue cross his throat and he moved his arms to grasp the sheets on either side of him. Raven kissed him again, deep and hard, then pulled her head away, lowering her mouth to his chest, licking and teasing her way downward. Small tongues of flame were gently flowing over them both now and trailed out over the bed and across the floor. Her breath across his skin was ice cold, and cold against cold made delicious heat in their reality. As her mouth grew closer to where his rock-hard cock grew, he moaned her name.
"Raven…My Beautiful Bird…I can't…I have to…" His voice was strained as he continued to clutch at the sheets, his fingers ripping through them, rending the fabric to shreds.
Raven let out an evil laugh and venom dripped from her mouth and landed, sizzling, onto his abdomen.
"Can't? Have to? Which one is it, Night King?" she whispered and lowered her mouth, taking a long slow lick of him.
David's head raised then slammed back to the pillow as his hips thrust upwards. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut as he tried to hold himself back, but he knew it was a lost cause when she enveloped him with her mouth. Fangs came forth and he let out a growl that echoed throughout the cave. He grabbed her beneath her arms and pulled her back up his body. Their mouths came together, teeth and tongues fighting for dominance, each sucking and tasting the venom of the other, not able to get enough. They both were snarling and growling now as David flipped Raven over onto her back and crashed on top of her, his eyes flashing yellow. She held her breath for a moment as his fangs grazed her throat, not sure how far gone his self -control was, and then relaxed as they retracted and his mouth moved to cover her breast. She knew if he ever did place his fangs to her neck with intent, it would be either to try and kill her or to make her his mate. She knew neither to be true in this moment as he pulled her head up to look deeply into her eyes. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and as he savagely thrust himself within her she knew that all he wanted right now was to love her… hard.
As David entered Raven's body he had no conscious control of his body; it was simply animalistic instinct driven by the deepest desire he had ever felt. He had wanted their first coming together to be in a special place of beauty for her and he had wanted to be gentle with her, with only her pleasure in his mind. She, however, had been so wickedly desirable…This was the first time he had not been able to maintain control in pleasures of the flesh and his last thought had been to try not to hurt her. He roared with pleasure at the feel of her inner flesh parting and gripping him so tightly that he could not move for a moment. His hands were on her hips and they were caught in a brief struggle for dominance as he tried to withdraw only so that he might plunge himself into her again and again, and she holding him so tightly that she might not lose the feeling of his magnificence within her.
Raven had let out a scream of pleasure that echoed through the cave passages as their flesh had joined and now lightning flashes of electricity mixed with the blue-purple flames that had exploded in the room of stone. She had never felt anything so pleasurable and painful at the same time and now was locked in a battle of passion that she wasn't sure she could win. She bit into David's shoulder deeply, her fangs sinking in up to the sockets. As he howled in pain, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, looking down at her with lust and rage. Hard yellow-orange eyes clashed with brilliant vermillion, then his own fangs sunk hard into her upper breast. Her inner walls released him then and he triumphantly pulled back, only to ram himself into her again and again. Raven let loose of his shoulder and hissed as David withdrew his ivory from her chest, but they were far from done. She clawed at his back, ripping great tears in the flesh there, even as he gripped her hips letting his own nails puncture her deeply.
Deep growls and high-pitched shrieks filled the air as they chased pain and pleasure together, fangs dragging across flesh leaving sizzling trails of venom and claws sinking in, making long furrows in corium. Teeth clashed against teeth; eyes locked with eyes; being met with being as they moved against each other. For Raven, it was the highest pinnacle of pleasure when David's huge cock was fully buried inside her, stretching her to her limits and a little beyond, and the worst torture when he pulled himself almost to exit. For him, she was the sweetest treat, the most perfect hell, the only true want he had ever known, and he was having her.
Raven at last managed to gain leverage and twist to the side, putting her in a position to effectively tip David onto his back. She wasted no time in mounting him, holding his hands down beside her ankles, and as she began to move her hips in a slow grind that was torture to him, he growled and bit at the air between them. A dangerous heat had begun to grow within the stone chamber and a low rumble had begun deep beneath the spot where they lay joined, but both were oblivious to either.
Raven's claws sank deep into the skin of David's belly as she rode him, making him growl and thrust up against her, gripping her lower legs tightly, his strong fingers making grooves where they dug in. His neck arched against the bed in pleasure and his eyes snapped open when he felt her quicken her movements, her breath coming even harder. She was the most beautiful dark goddess he had ever even imagined, his eyes running over her. Her glorious head was tipped back, her face to the ceiling, long black mane falling down her back tickling his thighs. Her breasts so firm and high, her hips so narrow but with a curve made perfectly for his hand. He didn't deserve this pleasure, he thought, but what a fool he would have been to deny it. Raven opened her eyes then and he saw that her eyes were almost black with pleasure. David could sense she was close to release and suddenly jerked his hands free of her restraint. He grabbed her roughly by the waist and threw her to her back making her snarl in delight. Within half a second he was inside her again, feeling her divine coldness contract around him in contrast to the heat of the room, and began to thrust faster and faster. Raven clawed desperately at him, at his back, his buttocks, as she felt herself on the brink of explosion. David, looking down at her, placed one large hand around her delicate throat and forced her to look up at him. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze, their emotions pouring into each other, and as he felt her begin to tremble against him, he thrust deeply within her one last time and froze, locked in place, as his cold dead seed spilled within her.
Raven fought to draw in breath as David collapsed on top of her, and she lay still for a moment then reached up and took his head in her hands, running her fingers through his white-blonde tousled hair. She felt his chest heaving against hers and knew the most contentment she had ever had.
David slowly came back to reality as he felt Raven's fingers in his hair, slowly stroking his head, bringing him back. He realized he must be crushing her and with great will, let himself slide off of her, coming to rest on his back at her side. To his delight, she was immediately curling into him and he pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly. He placed a gentle kiss atop her head and as she tilted her head slightly to look up at him, he asked softly,
"Are you alright?"
"I am well, My Night God." she answered, still trying to control her breathing. "Nothing that will not be healed soon."
David felt immediate remorse, knowing he had hurt her and clutched her to his side even more tightly.
"I'm sorry, My Beautiful Bird. I didn't want to hurt you; I only wanted to give you pleasure."
His tone was so serious that Raven pulled back a little and lifted herself on one elbow to look at him.
"That is what you did, David. You gave me the greatest pleasure I have ever had. And you know I cannot lie to you." she reassured him, making him relax at once. "What about you? Much damage?" she asked him with a little grin, raising an eyebrow in question.
David let out a chuckle and replied, "Nothing that will not be healed soon." just as she had. He reached out to gently stroke the side of her face and take in her beauty.
"I had wanted it to be better for you. I'd wanted this to happen in a setting you found appealing, in a place of greater comfort…" he began, but Raven stopped him, reaching up to take his hand in hers and place a quick kiss to his palm.
"There is no place that appeals to me more than the place by your side, and there is no place that offers more comfort than the same." she said in a firm voice.
David looked at her with gentle eyes and then leaned forward to claim her lips with his. He kissed her softly and long, then pulled her tight against him.
"Is there anything you desire?" he asked, being willing to go to the ends of his limits to fetch her whatever she asked for. Raven was silent a moment then spoke.
"Yes." she said in a conspiratorial tone. "More."
David let out a loud laugh that shook the bed and echoed out into the cave, tipping his head back in delight. He then turned to his Midnight Goddess and looking into those crimson orbs of hell, lowered his head to capture her lips. As he rolled her onto her back, their arms and legs tangled together, he knew he had found a treasure. He had found his mate, and neither heaven nor hell could keep him from her.