Chapter 16

Judith lay on her back panting, completely out of breath, sweat covering her body. She looked over at Zamasu lying next to her, he was in no better condition than she was. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, desperately trying to catch his breath.

To say a frenzy ensued after their… encounter in the shower, would be the understatement of the century. Judith was exhausted, her body drained of all energy. Through the cracked window panes, that was now also covered in condensation, she could see it was still snowing.

Zamasu barely managed to pull Judith to him and she could not help but marvel at his stamina. She laid her head down onto his chest, struggling to keep her eyes open. It was not long before she fell asleep listening to Zamasu's heartbeat beneath her ear.

…

After the shower's glass pane met its unfortunate end, Zamasu had carried Judith into her room and collapsed along with her onto the bed, his body pinning hers. Without hesitation Zamasu had seized her lips, the desperation in his frenzied kisses almost scared Judith.

Judith was unaware, but she was returning his kisses with equal desperation. From an onlooker's perspective, it seemed like they were trying to devour each other. With every kiss Zamasu pushed his tongue deep into Judith's mouth savouring her sweet taste. And with every passionate kiss, Judith would force her tongue into his mouth to be rewarded with the taste of cinnamon. Back and forth the struggle for control raged, the tendons in their necks straining with each forceful kiss.

Judith had not let go of her hold on Zamasu, her legs were still wrapped around his waist, his member still securely inside of her, their life-force blurred into one. Zamasu had not dared to move his pelvis, lest another wave of pleasure assailed him, her walls were holding him impossibly tight.

Judith had wrapped her arms around Zamasu's neck, pulling him close. She could feel her breasts touch his chest. Zamasu had taken hold of one of her arms in an attempt to pry them apart. Much to his amusement, he felt her muscles constrict in a feeble attempt to resist. Judith knew she had no hope of ever besting him, but her stubbornness demanded that she at least try.

Zamasu easily removed her one arm and then the other. (Little Miss Judy rolled her eyes at Judith's pitiful attempt and her own weakness.) He pinned her hands to the bed and interlaced his fingers with hers, his back muscles contracting in the effort of retaining the position.

He broke free from the deadlock kiss and moved down Judith's neck before taking her earlobe between his teeth. His sudden and unpredicted movement caught Judith by surprise and Zamasu felt her walls relaxing slightly. He immediately seized the opportunity an pulled out of her.

"Uuuh." They both moaned at his abrupt exit and he felt Judith tremble beneath his body. Without him filling her, she felt completely empty… hollow even. They both took a moment, adjusting to the sensation of no longer being merged.

"Were you ever going to let go of me?" Zamasu asked her between breaths.

"No." was Judith's simple reply.

Zamasu chuckled lightly and looked down at her, smirking. He noticed the red slivers surrounding her pupils had once again invaded the yellow of her irises. To anyone else, the sight would be exceedingly unsettling, but to Zamasu, it was uniquely enticing and just more proof of the profound effect he had on her physically.

"You have ruined me Judith." Zamasu said, abruptly sitting back onto his heels, pulling Judith up with him like she was a ragdoll. He positioned her onto his thigh, her womanhood firmly planted against his leg.

"This is not how a Kai should behave himself." Zamasu continued, forcefully pulling her waist against his torso with the arm he had wrapped around her, the force nearly knocking the wind from her. His other hand had gently enclosed around her throat.

"But even despite my best efforts…" he slightly tightened his grip around her throat,"… I cannot seem to escape you." Zamasu pushed her head backward. "Your very existence haunts me." He started planting kisses down her outstretched neck, his grip not loosening. Judith felt his hair as it brushed against her cheek. "I know nothing about you." Zamasu had paused, breathing warmly onto her super sternal notch, causing her to shiver. "And yet, it feels like I have known you for a lifetime." He said against her skin. Judith knew exactly what he was talking about. She had had the same feelings of de-ja-vu. "Like I have known you in a different life." His voice was intense.

Judith had taken hold of his wrist, his grip only tightened as he spoke. "My life has been a mere visage for 779 years…" he finally moved from her collar bone, his lips tracing over her skin as he moved downward. "Was every feeling I experienced meaningless or a lie?" he asked out loud, her body overly sensitive to his caress. She did not bother answering him, she knew he was not expecting an answer.

"It would appear…" Zamasu had reached the top of her breast. "…my life has been meaningless without you…" he started pressing kisses onto her breast. "Your love," he spoke between kisses, "is the only true happiness that I have ever known." Judith felt his lips and tongue interchanging against her skin, circling, but not touching the sensitive budding centre.

"I-." Judith attempted speaking. Zamasu relaxed his grip on her throat slightly, but still keeping a firm grasp around it. "I do not h-" Judith gasped for breath as she felt his lips and tongue lightly caressing over her bud. "-have an answer…" she quickly spoke, hoping not to be interrupted again,"…for YOU-U!" she almost yelled the last word as Zamasu's slipped her bud fully into his mouth.

Judith's free hand had moved to Zamasu's head, her fingers entwining into his soft white hair as he continued to ravish her breast. Judith bit her lower lip in pleasure. Zamasu finally released her breast and started moving to the other. Judith decided to try and fit a sentence in during the slight reprieve, knowing she would soon be rendered speechless again.

"All I know is-S…" she was to late, Zamasu had reached her other breast and was lavishing the same attention on it as he had done to the other. His hand had moved from her throat and had taken position on her shoulder blade. He slowly relinquished her breast and looked up at her.

Judith removed a strand of white hair that had fallen across his face with her finger and cupped his cheek. "All I know is…" she said again, taking his hand and pressing it to her chest."…this hearts beats for you and only you." She frowned as she added, "And somehow, it always has."

Zamasu traced his hand over her cheek and she leaned into his touch. Judith could not find the words to explain it, but a certainty had befell her, a certainty she had felt only once before… long ago… as a child. His heart fit like a key into hers, they were made for each other.

It was as if Zamasu could read her thoughts as they flashed behind her cognac eyes. 'She is mine.' He thought possessively before he pulled her closer again. Each fierce kiss was laced with lust, passion, desperation, and unbridled love.

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

Judith had unknowingly started to move against Zamasu's thigh, every now and then she would accidentally rub that bundle of nerves hidden between her folds onto his muscular thigh and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. Simultaneously her hand had found its way down to Zamasu's manhood and had encircled his shaft with her fingers, moving up and down in rhythm with her grinding hips. Judith felt Zamasu's body react beneath her touch and she could literally feel his member grow strong in her grasp.

Zamasu yanked her away with trebling hands and with somewhat excessive force, turning her around in one fluid motion. Before Judith had realized what had happened, she found herself on all fours.

Zamasu's member was throbbing almost painfully. He grabbed hold of Judith's hips, forcing her knees closed, tightly against each other and without further ceremony, he slammed into her, burying his entire length into her.

Judith let out a cry mixed with pleasure and pain. She had not gotten used to his girth and with this position, her legs clamped tightly against each other, made her small entrance even smaller and thus tighter. Judith was sure Zamasu had done the math himself as well.

For a moment they stayed like that, breathing fast, bodies tensed in anticipation of the pleasure that lay before them. Zamasu moved one of his hands tenderly over her graceful back, he had taken hold of her hip with the other. Judith was sure she would discover even more bruises after they were done.

He pulled out of her completely before thrusting back into her with abandon, the hand on her back had reached her shoulder and Zamasu had quickly secured his grip on it. He pulled out again, but this time, as he forced himself into her again, he violently pulled back on her shoulder, their bodies meeting half-way.

"Aaahah!" Judith yelled. This was a whole new level of delight. He was having his way with her, hard and rough and, to her shame, she wanted more. Again and again Zamasu slammed into her, both of them panting and the first evidence of sweat appeared on Judith's body.

Zamasu grabbed Judith by her throat again and pulled her up until her back was firmly against his chest. She felt a familiar warmth around her wrists and looking down, sure enough, there was the grey ring encircling them. Judith smiled inwardly, both ashamed and ecstatic of what she knew lay ahead. Zamasu guided her arms until they were stretched out above her head and then, bending at the elbows, he pulled her wrists downward behind her head, her torso outstretched.

Zamasu had one of his arms wrapped around Judith's torso, holding her breast in his hand, making sure her back did not leave his chest. The extreme backward arch of her spine was painful but was soon forgotten.

Just as Zamasu had started thrusting into her again, harder, and harder with each stroke, he had moved his free hand down toward her womanhood where he was now mercilessly exploiting that bundle of nerves that made her come apart at the seams.

If that weren't enough, the shift in position had aligned Zamasu's member perfectly with Judith's other erogenous area and he hit it with every thrust. Zamasu could feel every time he brushed and pushed against that rippling area and the pleasure it caused seemed to radiate out of Judith and straight into him.

Judith's body was overloaded with the barrage of sweet pleasurable sensations shooting through her with every thrust generously provided by Zamasu. Both of them were out of breath, barely holding onto sanity.

"Zama-suu!" Judith yelled as she was pushed over the edge. There is was, she had screamed his name in pleasure, in wanton ecstasy, with no trace of agony in her voice, just as he had thought that day he had carried her to her room and caught her when she flew out of her dream.

It was more than Zamasu could handle and he exploded into her, but he had no intention of stopping. Still high on their climax, Zamasu flipped Judith over onto her back. They were exhausted but could not stop. Zamasu slammed into her again, the sensation a mixture of pleasure and pain on their oversensitive erogenous organs, but Zamasu kept going until it felt like they would loose themselves.

… END OF LEMON …

Zamasu closed his lips over Judith's mouth, muffling her cry, as the both came again, violently, bodies thrashing against each other's, sweat mingling and suddenly, blood coming from somewhere… But they did not care, the universe had fallen away and is was only them that existed in that sweet moment.

…

Zamasu was holding onto consciousness, but only just. Judith had fallen asleep on his chest and he felt her warm steady breath on his skin. He was holding onto her as tightly as a could, but he was drained. Before he fell asleep, holding the woman he loved, he recalled words that were spoken to him a long time ago. Words he had somehow forgotten.

'She is the emblem of eternity; she confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, and all fear of an end.'