CHAPTER 5
***MELORIN***
Melorin finally came home. He had been forced to participate in a battle and now just wanted to lay down next to his queen. He trudged upstairs and found Clarissa in the art studio, with her easle in front of her, facing him. He crept up quietly and poked his head out from the side.
Clarissa jumped and cried out in surprise, "Did you have to do that!?", she asked with a glare.
Melorin shrugged nonchalantly and wrapped his arms around her sleepily. She pushed him away and looked at his bloody, dirty cloths, concerned, "What happened!?", she demaded, though with an undertone of worry.
"I have had a long day. It is time for sleep". She looked at him, but when he refused to elaborate further, she glared and put away her paint. "What were you painting?", Melorin looked to the painting and saw his own head and bare shoulders. The painting was extreamly accurate and showed him with his shoulders thrown back and a regal expression, "It is amazing", he said. It was true, Clary had real talent. She blushed and hid her face behind her red hair.
Melorin led her out of the studio and to their bedroom, deciding to allow her to wear cloths this time. She came out of the bathroom in a nightdress and crawled into bed while Melorin stripped off his dirty, bloody cloths and quickly hopped in and out of the shower. He put on clean boxers and slid into bed next to Clarissa, who snuggled into his arms and he instantly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
***TIME SKIP***
He awoke to someone knocking, VERY loudly on his bedroom door. Melorin opened his eyes, to see Clary just stirring. She opened her eyes blearily and glared at the door accusingly, as if it was the doors fault she had woken. Suddenly the door opened and Jonathan walked in. Clary shrunk back and clung to Melorin. Not that he was complaining.
"I see you've alredy taken my sister", he stated with an eyebrow raised.
"What do you want Jonathan?", Melorin asked.
"We have another battle in three hours. Be ready", Jonathan turned his attention to Clary, "So nice to see you again, Clarissa. Have a nice time getting fucked", with that, he turned and left.
Clary looked at Melorin, "Is that why you came home tired last night? Because you fought?"
"Yes"
Clary seemed to depate with herself a moment, "Well... be careful", she finally said.
He looked at her in surprise but didnt say anything, only leaned down to capture her lips with his. Her ams wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Melorin swung around, pinning Clarissa to the bed and grinded his hips into hers, elicting a moan from the redhead. He grabbed the hem of her nightdress and pulled it quickly over her head. His hands found her milky breasts and kneaded them, pinching and twisting her nipples, Clary's small gasps and mewls driving him to insanity. His boxers flew off and he rubbed his feyhood against her soaked slit.
Clary wrapped her legs around him, trying to get him to enter her, but he refrained. Melorin put his lips next her ear, "What do you want me to do, Clarissa?", he asked, barley dipping the head in, teasing.
She hesitated, blushing bright red, "I-I want you t-to..."
"What Clarissa? What do you want? I can't do anything untill you tell me what you want", he started to pull away.
"I-I want you to... fuck me", she said so quietly he almost didn't hear it.
"What was that Clarissa? I couldn't hear you"
"I want you to fuck me", she said louder, but not nearly loud enough.
"Louder", he commanded.
"Fuck me!", she almost yelled it.
"There it is", he slammed home, making her gasp, "Now, was that really that hard?"
Her only response was a moan as her hands wandered his slightly muscular chest. He began a steady pace, her moans gradually turning to screams as he sped up. "Harder", she whimpered, "Faster, please!"
He took one of her legs and put it on his shoulder, jackknifing. In this position, he slammed into a spot that made his queens eyes roll into her head, and his name fall from her lips. Clarissa jerked and screamed, dragging her nails down his back. Melorin hissed, but kept going. A few moments later, he called her name and slammed in all the way, holding himself there as he emptied into her.
Melorin collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. He heard her ragged breathing even out slightly and she calmed down. He managed to pull himself away and gave a chaste kiss to her lips, getting up to put on battle gear.
He felt her gaze on his back as he pulled on his shirt. Turning, he saw her proped up on her elbows, the comforter just covering her breasts. "Good luck", she said quietly.
He smiled, "Thank you", he finished gearing up and walked over to her to place a passionate kiss to her lips. Pulling back, he left the room.
He got to the foyer, and to his annoyance, saw Jonathan standing there. "What?", he demanded.
"I'm just here to pick you up, Fey king. You do ned a way to get to the battle, do you not?"
Sighing quietly in annoyance, he followed Jonathan outside to a black limosine waiting for them. Jonathan opened the door and climbed in. Melorin followed, sitting across from him and closing the door.
"So", Melorin began, "what will the battle be like?"
"It's a rather large one compared to the other battles we've fought so far. We are taking the capitol of America"
"That will certainly alert the mundanes of our thret. Was this your goal?"
Jonathan shrugged, "It's about time they learn that we are a thret. By the way, how is Clarissa in bed?"
Melorin leaned back im his seat, smirking, "Fantastic. She is rather shy though, I'll have to remedy that"
Jonathan grinned. Just then, the limo stopped, "We're here sir", the driver called.
"Perfect. Are you ready, Fey king?"
"Of course"
AN: R&R
