Chapter 38
His cock in her mouth prevented her from crying out, though she moaned uncontrollably and that, in turn, sent vibrations coursing through his body. Abigail had to fight the urge to grind her pussy in his mouth, trying to stay focused on her own task. This position was…something else. What the hell had she missed out on? Why hadn't Mark told her about this or shown her? Abigail licked him up and down like a lollipop, going on her instincts and what felt right, her hand reaching down to fondle his balls and moaned at the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue.
"Oh, Dean…" She managed to moan out before once again taking him in her mouth.
One thing was for sure, at least she could fit him in her mouth a lot more than Mark's gargantuan cock. Abigail was holding back on him, he could feel it. She had started to grind herself against him and then checked herself. Well, he couldn't have that, he WANTED her to let go. Dean wanted her to do whatever felt right and good. If that meant drowning him in her pussy, that was the best way to die he could think of. With that in mind, he devoured her, pumping his tongue in and out of her hot, wet hole while his hands moved to her backside, giving each cheek a light slap. He was rewarded with her entire body jerking and chuckled.
The harder she sucked him off, the harder she ground her pussy into his greedy mouth, making sure not to use teeth. Mark had taught her that, so this blowjob she was giving Dean was probably a lot better than she gave the man she wished was actually here. It was wrong to enjoy this with another man, but then again, Abigail had no idea what the future held for her and Mark. He was going to be irate with her for leaving Wonderful and going on this excursion and something told her he would blow his top. Much like Dean just did as he filled her mouth to the brim with his cum, the same time she climaxed, filling his mouth with her own sweet, hot essence.
Dribbling a little, Abigail managed to swallow the majority of his seed and didn't stop sucking until he went completely limp, pretty sure Dean had drunk her completely dry. When she had drained him completely dry, there was not a drop left in his empty balls. Dean pulled Abigail up until she sat astride his face. He returned the favor, lapping up every bit of her deliciousness her orgasm had produced, beginning to chuckle when he felt her fingernails in his chest.
"Calling uncle, babe?" Dean asked, once he let her get off of him, though he caught her by the wrist, not letting her go far.
"N-Need air…"
Abigail collapsed on her back in the grass and sucked in as much of the night air as she could, staring up at the stars much like she had before. Her breathing was erratic, but nowhere near the way it'd been when Mark had pleasured her. Dean wasn't Mark, and she didn't feel the same way about him as she did the giant. Not even close. It was nice being with Dean, a nice distraction, but that's all it was. She didn't want any type of romance with him, this was strictly fun and to take the stress off both of them. Abigail didn't know what she would do about this once they were back in Wonderful, refusing to think about that right now.
Sneaking out to save Malcolm, after gaining a magical object, would tick Mark off, but then factor in what she'd just did with Dean Ambrose. She didn't see them being together once those two confessions – one for sure – came out of her mouth. Scrubbing a hand down her face, Abigail allowed the night air and cool grass to calm her down, eventually moving while Dean remained laying on his sleeping bag with a deflated cock and satisfied grin on his face.
Was Abigail staring at the stars? It was a beautiful night, he folded his hands under his head, listening to his companions sleeping while he enjoyed the night. Was she in his bed, or was she with Dean Ambrose? He was pretty sure any advances Ambrose may have made, she would rebuff. This connection between them was deeper than either of them probably realized. Groaning, Taker rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, wishing he could sleep, but every time he did this, shut his eyes, he could see her in those last moments before he had left. They were going to have to have a long talk when he returned, about what they wanted to be, and how they were going to go from there.
After that night with Dean, Abigail had sat down with him and explained it just felt…weird. She couldn't explain it; she enjoyed it a lot, but…it felt wrong. Mark was the only man she wanted to be with intimately and she'd learned a valuable lesson from this. Dean had hugged her, told her it was alright, and kissed her forehead, asking if they could still remain friends. Abigail had cried, nodding her head and they both decided to take what happened between them to the grave. Nobody had to know about it and Dean promised he wouldn't use it against her. He knew she loved Mark, it was obvious and plain as day on her face every time she mentioned the giant. Currently, they were only 2 days from the castle and camped out with her staring up at the stars again, unable to sleep. If she closed her eyes, she could almost swear she could feel Mark and reached her hand up, hoping he was alright.
"Come home to me, please." She whispered, hearing Dean's snores and hoped they could work through these stubborn issues of theirs somehow.
Truthfully, Dean didn't have to use anything against Taker. All he had to do was be patient because, as much as Abigail said she loved the idiot, he knew they weren't going to make it. Taker didn't see magic as a cure-all and Abigail did, enough to the point that, if not for the fact that he had no fucks to give, Dean might've been concerned about her state of mind. Abigail had snuck out to do something Taker had said no. Abbie was forcing the big Boss's hand, and it would be public knowledge. Whether she realized it or not, one way or another, Taker was done in Wonderful and it would be all her fault. Waiting it out was the way to go for now.
"Fuck all… that's a lot of soldiers, Abs." He muttered, using a pair of binoculars to scope the terrain. The closer they got to this place, the more caution they had to use because these DOV guys were not messing around with security. They had little camps and other things set up everywhere. Abigail had expected this, somewhat, and had her own set of binoculars, taking a deep breath to slow her racing heart.
"I know…"
This was it, they had finally made it. Dean had commandeered a vehicle in the last abandoned town, filled it up with gas and now they were only a couple miles away from the castle. Of course, Bray wasn't taking any chances and had set up roadblocks and whatnot due to trade purposes. That was fine, they wouldn't be going in through the front anyway.
"Dean, we're gonna have to sneak in using the cloak." She looked at him, seeing the sun was starting to set and both knew it was the only way inside.
Abigail didn't care about ego or forcing Mark's hand, at this point. She had to liberate her people and break down Bray's defenses. The only way to do that was magic, there was NO other solution. The big man would either have to come to terms with that, even though he hated magic, or deal with what she'd done. There was no time to waste and no turning back, they were here, and it was time to save Malcolm.
"When the sun goes down, we will move, and you'll follow me since I know the castle better than you. We'll take one of the underground passages that I know of and make our way to Malcolm's chamber."
Hell, if she knew all this, he had to wonder why she didn't just tell Taker. That invisibility cloak, what magic Taker possessed, some weaponry, this underground passage and they could have not only gotten this sorcerer out, but knocked off Bray Wyatt off his pedestal as well. Shit tended to fall apart when the leader of a cult like this was destroyed. He nodded, not pulling his binoculars away just yet, watching the soldiers. They were trained, and they were packing. It reminded him of some game he had played as a kid, mixing magic with guns; the reality would have made 6-year-old Dean shit bricks.
"Gotcha."
"They are cold-blooded killers, Dean. All boys are taken from their mothers soon after birth. Within a month because of how fast they grow." Abigail quietly explained, sadness in her tone. "They are trained to shoot first and ask questions later to any intruder, so we have to be cautious and fast."
Abigail only knew of the one passageway, which is what she'd told Mark, but once she was INSIDE the castle, under the cloak, she would be able to find Malcolm's chamber in no time. It was getting inside the castle that was the problem because some of the passageways lead to the dungeon and other areas of the castle. Luckily, Abigail knew the one passageway that would lead directly to Malcolm's chamber, which was how Susan escaped as easily as she did. That and faking her death also helped matters.
Dean was starting to see a problem with this entire plan of hers, of 'liberating her people'. He didn't like the logical conclusion. He agreed about getting Malcolm out because Wyatt didn't need the extra firepower. It was the other part, the 'freeing my people'. He was going to have to run his thoughts by her after this shindig, figuring neither of them needed that additional mental baggage. If these men had been raised in this environment, or supercharged in it, more to the point, and this was all they knew, he doubted they were going to surrender their rapey little lifestyle easily. And… she had been known as that mother whatever he had to wonder how many of the women were going to be happy with her and not resent her. Maybe she should keep that tidbit to herself.
"Well…" He was in his black cargos and a black shirt, smoking a 'suicide cigarette', and had turned his back to potential watchers. Didn't need his cherry giving away their position, after all. "This should be invigorating."
Abigail felt responsible for all of this, for every woman that had been beaten, raped, and used as a breeder. For every woman that had been slaughtered – every child that had been taken away from their mother and every child that barely begun to live before becoming a breeder. All of this, she was partially responsible for and she wanted to put an end to it. It didn't matter if she made it out of this alive, in the end, as long as the DOV was destroyed. There was no saving a lot of them, she understood that, and the women could resent her all they wanted, but at least they would be freed.
Bray would be stopped and the DOV would be no more without his precious sorcerer. Not to mention, she knew how much Susan loved her grandfather and didn't want him to be collateral damage. Maybe in time, after Mark had his blowup, he would understand why she did this, by crippling Bray's forces. The soldiers he had now would be the last of them, besides whatever they had left of the serum, which wasn't much. That's why Bray wanted to wait for the Mythril to make more and now he wouldn't get that opportunity, not with Abigail taking Malcolm back to Wonderful.
An honest to god castle… Dean wanted to live in that beast, he mused as they made their way towards this back entrance of hers. There was a dirty joke, he smirked at it. Not that she could see him. They were sneaking in, beneath the invisibility cloak, under the cover of darkness.
"Were these passages here when they built this castle or… did supreme dickface put them down here?" He asked curiously once they were in said passage, keeping his voice low.
"They've always been here, he's done a little building on, but other than that, not much was changed." Abigail whispered, loud enough only for him to hear her and could feel her heart pounding furiously in her chest, putting one foot in front of the other.
She was leading the charge since Dean had no idea where he was going. Once they found the passageway, Abigail was not surprised to find two guards blocking it. Her eyes narrowed, wondering why Bray had the passages guarded and figured it had to do with Susan's escape. Or had others escaped as well? Looking behind her, she pressed her finger to her lips to tell Dean silently not to say a word and approached the guards, the cloak not only shielding them, but also the sounds of the footsteps they made, which was a godsend.
Guards had to go. Dean stopped her, stepping out from behind the cloak, his hands already on two blades of his own. His cargo pants held a lot of goodies. If they were coming back this way, they needed this passageway clear, especially with three of them. Without a sound, he was behind each of them and reached around in a blink, slicing two throats at once. Dean did it deep enough to sever cords, not allowing either to make a sound. He began dragging them backward before blood could make it off their clothes and ignored Abigail's face as he stashed them out of sight. War was not without casualties. She might've been willing to die for her cause, he wasn't, not without making all attempts at saving them first.
The electricity in his eyes made Abigail swallow hard, realizing she was with a man who did not mind getting his hands dirty at all or shedding blood. He was a cold-blooded killer the same as the soldiers here, when the situation called for it. Abigail gasped when he yanked her against him roughly, his hand caressing her face, his thumb gliding across her lips, and was sure he could hear her heart thudding violently. Even though they talked, and she told him Mark was the only man for her, Dean made it clear he wouldn't give up either. When he asked if she was alright, she just nodded and took a deep breath before once again leading the charge past the dead guards.
He bet murdering those guards in cold-blood right before her eyes had knocked him down several more pegs, but… Dean was a man of action when it was required, and he wasn't here to die. Or make things easier on Wyatt to stop them. If Abigail hadn't thought about how things might've played out once actually inside here, she sure was thinking it now. If they got anywhere close to the leader of the DOV, he would consider tossing his life away then, providing he knew for a fact he could take Wyatt down with him.
"Dean, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves."
Abigail saw him roll his eyes and frowned, hoping he listened because the more guards they killed, the more attention they would gain and that wasn't the point of this rescue mission. Once they made it through the passageway, Abigail stopped and nearly made Dean bump into her, seeing two more guards. Closing her eyes, she went to take her dagger out and saw Dean come to her side, nodding silently at him. They had to go, there was no choice. They were almost there, just a little farther, and hopefully, there were no more guards in their way.
"Now." She whispered, watching him come from out of the invisibility cloak and couldn't watch the murders take place, swallowing hard again.
Taking a life wasn't something done casually. Dean knew that damn well. However, this was also a cold, cruel world, especially for women. So, if he had to take them out to spare her the task, he would. And Dean, for as long he was able, wouldn't let her take a life if he was there to do it in her stead. Having someone else's blood on one's hands… Dean had seen it destroy people from the inside out. Once the deed was done, he stashed the bodies in a closet she had opened for him, nodding at her. Abigail was looking peaked; the sooner they were out of here the better.
