Aeress

She kissed him gently as he slammed into her, gliding in and out between her legs with a visciousness she had never encountered before. He was rough in a way she wasn't used to, almost like he was punishing her, but she knew he wasn't punishing her.



He bit down on her lip, breaking her skin with his claws as they dug into her hips.



Still she touched him with tenderness, gasping against his mouth. "Warrick!" Again and again, she called to him. She praised him, in between her moaning-among other breathless sounds.



Their slick bodies created a sweet, torturous friction as they shook the entire bed, which crashed against the wall for the entire world to hear. Aeress couldn't do much this time around and thought better of it. Warrick needed this, needed to have control, even if it meant giving up her own control in return.



She arched her back so that the beaded nipples of her breasts rubbed against him, adding just that much more to the experience. The sensation pleasured her as much as it drove him wild, which prompted him to ravage her further so.



He kept biting her to the point that he broke more skin. He left bruises on her and she didn't stop him. She submitted in a way she didn't think she was capable of.



Aeress closed her eyes and continued to focus her attention on his lips. She kissed him the entire time, in between the sensual sounds which left her mouth. She needed to make sure that he didn't lose himself completely and remembered that she was still there no matter what.



He sped up, growly loudly, and the shere force of his thrusts felt like they would break her pelvis any second now. He was so close. Aeress screamed at the intensity of his body sinking into her fully, filling her until she could burst. He was quick like a viper, yet her whole body was bouncing at the weight of him. She squeezed around him as he finally swelled just before jutting inside of her.



Their shouts filled the room before Warrick collapsed on top of her. He wrapped his arms around her naked and used body and squeezed tightly. He buried his face into her neck and refused to move from that spot.



She didn't complain this time but simply laid there. Her arms were immobile as they were literally pinned down by his weight-so were her legs.



Eventually he fell asleep.



Then he would wake and fuck her again and again in that same feral fashion.



She didn't complain once, not even when she was sore.



A couple hours passed, and he didn't stop.



It wasn't her mouth that asked him for mercy, but the blood from in between her legs. She winsed as he reached down and fingered her only to come up with crimson. Those blue eyes of his watched her the entire time and when he saw that she tried to mask her pain for him, it broke him.



He scooped her up and held her with the tenderness she missed. Over and over again, he said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry, Aeress. I broke my promise, I hurt you. I'm sorry."



She let out her tears and cried with him in that long, drawn out moment.



They kept apologizing to each other over and over until they both eventually fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.



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She woke up to the sensation of coolness brushing against her flesh. She looked down to see that Warrick was cleaning her off gingerly, as if he was afraid anymore force would break her. She hated the way he studied the ruddy stains with shame.



When he was finished, she urged him upwards until they were face to face. She caressed his cheek. "It's already healed, Warrick, stop."



He sighed, looking down at her in silence. His face was stone until it wasn't. "But still sore." She nodded, pressing her lips to his. Warm and all hers. Even if she did lie, he would know better. "I shouldn't have-" he began just like he had before.



"Warrick. I don't regret it. I wouldn't be here if I couldn't handle it."



He shook his head and rolled them over so that she was draped over him. She pulled a blanket on top of them to hide from the morning chill. The cocoon of heat sunk into her skin, removing the tremors from her bones, and hopefully his too.



She ran her fingers through his copper locks, which looked lighter when not drenched in sweat. She kept tracing his handsome features with her fingerpads. He closed his eyes briefly and they both for quiet once more, but neither were sleeping.



"It wasn't supposed to happen that way," she whispered. "He wasn't supposed to hurt you."

He revealed his ocean eyes, rimmed by darkness, the kind when they first met. "I know. It isn't your fault, Aeress."



"I gave birth to him. It ismy fault. I am to blame for all of this, I am Godhead. Everything is my fault, especially him."



"If you think for a moment that you are responsible for his actions..." he gripped her close. "You're wrong. No one wanted this, he did. You may have given birth to him, but he is not yours."

She swallowed. "But I loved him. Once. I did. I can't lie to you. I never once stopped being his mother. Not even now when I want him dead with every fiber of my being."

His jaw flexed but he didn't rebuke her. "It's what makes you a true mother. You didn't fail, none of this was in your control."



"I have to kill him. I have to in a way which will guarentee he won't return. I'm the only one who can. But I'll need help."



Warrick nodded. "We will go see him tonight for questioning. When he no longer is of value, we will eliminate him."



Aeress tried to get her thoughts together. She didn't want to evoke his monstrous side. "Will you be able to see him? I can go alone, Warrick-"



He silenced her with a look. "Why? He did nothing. Nothing that matters, nothing that will matter. He does not frighten me, he never has, not even when we were children and he was just Jonah. I am Premier, I conquer him, and he will be nothing in the end." He dragged her up and kissed her gently. "We are a team, and we will do this together, understand?"



She hugged him, embracing him tightly. "I understand, Warrick. I just want you to know that it's okay to not be okay. You don't have to be strong always, not with me."



"I think I've showed an extensive amount of my weakness recently." He embraced her with equal strength. "But thank you... Just stay with me for a while, Aeress. I need you, that's it."



She couldn't help but beam at him. "Of course, Warrick, whatever you need, I'll be here."



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Aeress watched Warrick as he opened the door for her. The look on his face was stern and unforgiving.



She ignored it like she always did.



After a long and heated debate, Aeress had finally convinced Warrick that it was time to leave the bedroom and to actually sport some clothes.



He followed behind, clicking the door shut rather loudly. They were surrounded by guards within seconds, armed heavily.



Aeress marched ahead, but his presense overwhelmed her, looming over her like a shadow, a seductive, intoxicating smoke. Every once in a while his hand would brush against her, as if to tease her, remind her of the wicked times which he would always provide her, all she had to do was say the word.



They walked in this thick tension for a while, and both were too stubborn to speak the first word.

They reached a certain part of the castle which forced the rest of the guards to go no farther. Now, it was just the two of them.

Warrick manuervered from behind her to beside her. He said nothing until they were a decent distance away from the men. "I ought to take you back to the bedroom. Your walk is a little too straight." It was a teasing whisper, but with promise too.

She scowled at him even as her heart rate fastened. "Promises. Promises."

"So, Godhead," he responded casually, switching gears, "what is your planned course of action?"

Aeress stopped to look at him. "You're asking me, really?" She wasn't being sarcastic, and she hoped he knew that.

He nodded. "You are our leader now, I take orders from you."

Aeress quirked up a brow at him. "Only when you agree, of course?"

"What I feel should be negotiated, will be negotiated."

She turned toward him and approached him with the likeness of a seductress. "And what if I desired blind obedience? Total submission?"



He leaned down and the intensity of his eyes made her shiver. "I had the impression you wanted the exact opposite?"

She jumped back much to his dismay-and to her own-and continued her stroll. "Like many sane women, I want many things, all things really. Don't let my generosity fool you. Like you said, all things can be negociated."

The next hallway was darker, which lead to a flight of stairs before another flight of stairs, all which were well hidden, only to be found with prior knowledge.

Eventually they came upon an impossibly heavy door, intentionally made so that only the strongest could move it, but even then with special effort. Aeress looked to Warrick as he went top open it, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm. She sent him a gentle smile and gave him a short but meaningful kiss. Laying her forehead on his briefly, she said, "I know you don't need to hear this, but remember that he has lost and will say anything to gain the upper hand. Don't give in, okay?"

He looked ready to say something until he gave her a simple nod. She accepted it as his trust.

After a few tries, he propped the door open, holding it for her to step through. He expelled a loud breath and the door slammed behind him, shaking the jagged stone walls around them. Before them was a long, dark hallway, which lead to a small door where Shaya was currently having her way with Bakir.

She could hear the tearing flesh and physical torture Shaya was delivering, not just for her but for anyone who suffered under his hand, including Aeress and Warrick.

Bakir was constantly shifting between laughing and screaming.

She looked to Warrick before they swiftly made it down that hall. Warrick was especially grim in these shadows, and she hated that he was haunted so viciously, all because of her firstborn. The nightmares he would have. He acted so strong and he was, but she knew this was not something to get over quickly like he claimed, but however he coped, she would be there every step of the way.

Before she touched the door, it came aflame with her power, shining like a blue sun. This was something she had set up when they first imprisoned him. She was unaffected unlike others-even if deemed innocent-and opened the door.

As she predicted, the scene was gory.

It was a state similar to Warricks when all those terrible things happened. Shaya looked up in surprise, clearly caught up in her work-in a way, the blue hitting all that crimson was like art. She wiped the sweat and blood from her forehead and sent a bitter smile their way. "Back so soon, Luscious Lips? That's okay, this is better performed with an audience anyway."

Aeress swallowed at her sincerity. She was completely mad, driven by a vengeance nailed to her very soul. How could she deny Shaya this. "While that may be true, how about an intermission? We have questions, and he may or may not have answers."

Shaya didn't move. Her face darkened with frustration but she put down the pliers in her hand. It clattered next to the other bloody instruments. "Fine, you came just in time too, I was about to pull his tongue out. I guess a hoe meeds a water break anyway." She left without another word.

Now it was just the three of them.

Aeress approached the pile of raw meat. It smiled. "Back so soon from your fuck session, Mommy? Can I get a turn?" He cackled, blood splattered.

Aeress could sense that Warrick was aflame with his own fury, but she was proud when he remained behind her.

She kept her face nuetral. "I see Shaya has given you the royal treatment."

He flashed what was left of his teeth. "Who's that?"

This time Aeress smiled. "You've always had this gift with words, but don't think I don't smell the piss on your legs. She made you squeal like a pig, and there wasn't anything you could do about it. You have absolutely no power."

The gleam left his eyes, replaced by a void. "I can see where I get it from, Mommy. Ouch. What can I say? When I gotta go, I gotta go."

Aeress tapped her chin and squinted her eyes. "By the way, where are your men? You know, your devoted followers? They should be rescuing you any minute now, right?"

He was quiet.

"Not too keen of following a spineless, small dick, bitch, huh? The ones who are left anyway. But what am I doing? I didn't come here to make fun, that would make me a bully, and I don't stand for bullies... Where is she?"

Silence.

"C'mon now?" She snatched his cheek and ripped her claws through his cheek. "Be a good boy for Mommy and speak."

"Shh," he responded, "I'm playing the quiet game."

She looked back to Warrick. "Grab him."

Warrick wrenched Bakir from his restraints, shattering his legs at the sheer force of the action. The man howled at the top of his lungs. "Where are we going, Big Boy?"

"To kill you."