Chapter 13

Neither had the strength left to keep their hearts locked away from each other anymore. No more refusals, no more regrets.

With lightning fast movements, Zamasu had moved his hand from her cheek around her throat. His lips crashed into hers. It was not soft and tender, nothing about him ever was. His kisses were hard, rough, and desperate, as if each kiss mirrored the war raging inside of him. He hated her, but at the same time desired her with a longing he had never known. He had experienced life without her, and he knew, it was not possible.

Judith matched the ferocity of his kisses in every way, she herself was struggling with her own inner turmoil.

They grabbed at each other desperately, struggling for breath after each long desperate kiss. He forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch. "Mmmh." Judith softly moaned at his intrusion before forcing her own tongue into his mouth.

She tasted sweet, as Zamasu always suspected she would. They clawed at each other's clothes as they made their way down the hall to her bedroom, bumping into the walls as they went. Zamasu pinned her against the wall and barraged her with another savage kiss before she pushed him away and into the opposite wall, refusing to relinquish control. And so, it went until they reached her room.

For the briefest of moments, they paused. Zamasu's silver-grey eyes looked deep into hers searching her soul, and he could swear that the red sliver around her pupils and grown. All that could be heard in those few moments were their shaky breaths.

… WARNING! START OF LEMON! DO NOT READ IF YOU FIND IT DISTASTEFUL!

With renewed lust they grabbed each other again in a savage kiss, ripping and tearing away at each other's clothes. Judith was not exactly sure how it happened, but before long they were both as naked as the day they were born.

Zamasu had sat down on the edge of the bed and had roughly pulled her onto him, her legs on either side of him. Neither one of them had ever participated in this, most intimate of acts, but their bodies seemed to know exactly what to do, receptive to each other's every touch.

Without the slightest bit of effort he had lifted her and positioned her over his throbbing member before he brought her down onto him with excessive force, a loud 'smack' reverberated throughout the room as their bodies connected, impaling her on his large member.

"AAAH!" Judith screamed out in pain as a sharp burning stabbed through her. Zamasu let out a loud breath, squinting his eyes at the feeling of his member inside her impossibly small and tight entrance. He never expected it to feel so exquisite, to feel himself physically inside her, possessing her in every single way. She was his to do with as he pleased.

She instinctively wanted to withdraw away from him- away from the pain, but he would not allow it. He had her in an iron grip, both arms wrapped around her waist and torso, holding her in position, her hands were on his shoulders, pushing him away, but to no avail.

He did not give her time to adjust or recover but moved her up before slamming her down onto him again.

"AAH-AH!" Judith screamed again at the renewed pain. A small slither of blood had emerged from her entrance and was dripping onto the floor. Her fingers had dug themselves into his shoulders, but he did not even notice. He still had her in his iron grip.

He lifted her again and pushed her down forcefully onto him, earning him another scream. He knew there would be pain for her, but he could not find the strength to stop himself. The expression that crossed her face every time he slammed into her only made his desire burn more fiercely. It was a pained expression, but there was something else there, something he could not place.

Judith knew she should have pushed him away. She knew she should resent him for hurting her and causing her this pain over and over again, but something about the thought that it was him doing it, him soliciting the pain, somehow made it okay. And somehow, she wanted more.

Again, and again he took her with complete abandon and slowly the pain Judith felt was fading away and replaced with a different sensation, a sensation all together stronger.

Zamasu felt the change in her body – she started moving on her own. He released his iron grip on her, his one hand moving to her hip where her own hand clutched it for support, his other took hold of her head, just beneath her ear, and she grabbed his wrist.

They moved to a stop. There was a small gap between their bodies now which allowed Zamasu to look into her eyes where she met his gaze. They saw in each other their souls merging. Their lust and desire for each other burning red hot. Both of them were panting, sweat covered their bodies.

She held his gaze as she started moving again, slow at first and then faster with renewed fervour.

"Huh.' Zamasu breathed, closing his eyes at the intense sensations her movements solicited. His grip on her hip tightened. She flinched but did not stop moving. She could feel his fingers dig into her flesh, undoubtedly leaving bruises, but the pain made it even more erotic and she moved faster and faster, harder, and harder.

She could tell her body could not take much more of this intense pleasure, Zamasu felt her body react in the same way his had. Her hips started bucking. He moved his other hand onto her other hip and took control of her movements. Judith threw her head back in ecstasy as her hips started to convulse.

"Zamasu!" she yelled as she went over the edge, but he cruelly pushed her even further, far beyond her threshold and far beyond what she thought was even possible.

"Louder." He panted, surprising himself saying, or rather, ordering Judith to scream his name.

It was way too much for her feeble body to handle and she came mercilessly, screaming his name louder, just as he had ordered. He felt her walls clench around his member, causing him to surrender blissfully to the indescribable pleasure. One, two and on the third thrust he released himself violently into her.

She felt him come undone beneath her as he held her, she felt him surge up into her with scorching heat.

They held onto each other helplessly, their bodies trembling as the last remnants of their climax subsided. They were panting heavily. He once again had her in his iron grin, his head lodged firmly against her chest and neck, just below her chin. She held his head with trembling fingers his breath warm on her sweat drenched skin. He was still lodged firmly inside of her, her walls unwilling to let him go.

Suddenly, Judith felt a burning sensation on her skin, just below her left collar bone. Zamasu felt her body tense up before she gasped. "Ouch!" He looked up at her. "What is it?" he asked just as he felt a strange sensation running down his spine. He ignored his own discomfort and followed her eyes to the place just below her collar bone.

Both of them stared in amazement as lines were burned into Judith's skin. "Oouch", she moaned, as the lines turned into a symbol.

Zamasu adjusted their position. He turned and gently laid her down onto the bed, finally removing himself from her warm embrace. She let out a soft moan, he had left her feeling empty and incomplete without him filling her.

… END OF LEMON …

Her attention was drawn to the brand that had appeared on her ivory skin. She did not need to wonder what it was, she knew. She also knew Zamasu was not responsible.

He looked at her body as she lay naked on the covers. She truly was perfect… flawless in her design… made for him. His silver eyes came to rest on the strange symbol that now looked like a branding, the skin swelled angrily. He truly had no idea what it was, how it got there and why it appeared.

The reality of what they had done hit him. 'I am unworthy of the task set in front me by destiny. How can I be the sword of justice when I have succumbed to her.' And yet he knew, if he were given a choice to go back in time to the moment before this all started, he would not change anything, he would do it over again. He wanted her, he needed her, and he would not be able to exist without her now.

Judith could see the gears in his head turning. She saw the turmoil in his eyes, but also the certainty that this was always meant to be. Zamasu leaned down and claimed her lips again, but this time much less violently, but with unbridled passion. Judith returned his kiss with equal fervour; she had placed her hands on either side of his head.

Still locked in a passionate kiss, he snaked his arms underneath her and pulled her close to his lean and muscular body.

… the Omi-King's palace …

Unbeknownst to Judith and Zamasu, the Grand Priest had felt the familiar 'click' of destiny at the exact moment of their unity. That moment where their bodies became one and the lines of their souls blurred into each other's, destiny had finally been decided. Despite all his efforts, the Grand Priest could not change their fate. The Grand Priest sighed sadly. "So be it." Was all he could say.