"I'll just give you heart burn," John said trying to block out the scent of sulfur. "Now what does the fallen Morning Star want with me?"
"He needs you to return to your seat in the heavens Contliss. Your brother has set in motion things that will destroy the cosmos if you do not retake your throne," her tongue trailing down his neck.
"I see, but as you see I'm bound to this world," Contliss said rattling the godly chain's that bound his legs and arms. "Is my brother's vassal growing tired of the role he was made to preform."
"That and many other things, your sister knows this and sent us forth to find you and free you from this," she said resting her head against his chest.
"Why would Talous want to free me," Contliss said looking down at her.
"It was she that saw the disaster that is looming," she sighed into his chest.
"Still I can do little to reverse my brother's foolishness."
"I did not come without bearing gifts," she said holding up two vials of red liquid. "My master sends this as a sign of his intent to see you restored," she said sprinkling the red liquid along the manacles that bound his wrist. As the red liquid ate away at the godly metal Contliss tested the strength of the shackles. As they crumbled to nothingness Contliss felt a measure of his former self after so many eons.
"Why do you wait continue!" Contliss growled wishing to return to his home that he has surely missed.
"Because my lord your brother has set complex spells on your chain's. One for each hand and foot and for the one around your neck," her finger tracing around the sliver glowing metal. "It took my master years to find these spells that bind you. Once I saw you in that office years ago I knew I had found you," she said snuggling up next to him.
"I see what does he want as payment for my freedom," Contliss said studying his hand as his godly powers leaped from his fingertips. "Only that you free him from the pit that he was thrown into," she said tracing the out line of his pink bud.
"Tell him to quite flapping his wings and the fires will free him," Contliss joked remembering Dante's interpretation of his lair.
"Funny but hell is not truly his to command now is it my lord. Even hell plays with his mind only you can calm the madness that has overtaken the circles," her hands caressing his face. "Return to your master tell him I shall honor my end of the deal if he sees to his part," Contliss said breaking her hold on his body.
"What no goodbye kiss shame I've always wanted to know what a god tasted like," she said disappearing in a cloud of smoke.
Catherine watched from the safety of the lobby of the hotel pressing up against the glass. The dagger she had taken from his pack felt warm against her chest. She wondered what they were talking about, and worried for his safety as the minutes passed. Releasing a breath that she didn't know she was holding. As John walked towards the entrance of the hotel. Now that they were no longer in danger the bustle of the lobby filled her ears. Children ran across the polished marble floor, parents checking in and out of the century old hotel. Bell hops pushing luggage carts to the awaiting elevators. Catherine watched as he entered through the revolving door looking for any signs that he was injured.
"I'm glad you were not harmed," John said coming up to her. "It would be ashamed to mar such beautiful skin," how she wanted to punch that smirk off his face. "Come let's check into our room I don't know about you but I'm starving."
The grandeur of the room took Catherine's breath away. The sitting room was larger then her apartment alone. The wooden mahogany panels looked new yet as she ran her hands down their surface Catherine felt their age. Entering the bedroom her hand ran through the lace curtain's that hung along the railings of the four poster bed. Tossing her bag onto the bed Catherine wondered how glamorous the bathroom was. Catherine was in awe from the 18th century lion claw tub. The salvage copper fixtures shone brightly in the retrofitted gas lamps. The early 19th century mirror held her enthralled as she took in her disheveled appearance. Her mind raced to John was he genuine in his overtures, or was he just trying to lift her mood.
"You sure know how to seduce a girl," Catherine said leaning against the doorframe.
"I aim to please," John said setting down the phone. "Breakfast will be here in an hour so I suggeste you go freshen up. I must say you look horrible," he chuckled as Catherine walked towards him.
"Well mister you don't look so fresh yourself," Catherine said her finger running up his chest. "Care to join me," she purred.
"Tempting but I fear if I did you'll never let me go," John said his hands running down her arms.
"Would that be such a bad thing," Catherine said rising to her toes. Her lush full lips capturing his, how her body stirred as his hands ran down her back. Her tongue hungrily savoring his scent. Moaning into his mouth as his hands found her round ample ass. Her blouse felt tight around her chest, pushing away from him she fought to steady her racing heart. Her breath ragged, her mind raced as to why she had done that. Racing into the bathroom locking the door pressing her back against it. She didn't deny that she enjoyed the embrace, yet she wasn't one to throw herself into the arms of a man. There was something about him that seemed to put her at ease, and that terrified her the most. A knock came upon the bathroom door she gasped knowing he was just inches away. Fear held her captive knowing if she opened that door it wouldn't be long before her towel lined the floor.
"Cat you ok in there," John asked his voice softened by the barrier between them.
"I'm fine," Catherine said weakly. Shaking her head this was not like her to get weak kneed at the sound of his voice.
"The food is here so hurry up of you don't want it to get cold," John said before returning to the sitting room. Hastily dawning on a loose tshirt and a pair of red boy shorts. Smiling to herself knowing that she wouldn't be the only one hot and bothered. Walking into the sitting room the hints of the buttermilk waffles, blueberry and strawberry jams pulled at her. Bacon filled the room in its heavenly scent. Orange juice sat in a pitcher casting an orange light along the table as the morning rays passed through the glass. Walking around him grabbing a plate, her shirt rose over her red boy shorts. Catherine smiled knowing his eyes were on her, giving her butt a little wiggle as she place a few pieces of bacon on her plate. "Ah dinner and a show how lucky am I," Catherine's cheeks flushed as he set down his plate. "Over already shame and here I have all this money to burn," he chuckled. Keeping her face diverted as she poured herself a drink.
"John can I ask you something," Catherine asked sitting down away from him. She needed the space to keep herself sane enough to figure out, what was going on with them and their case. "You just did," John smiled as he bit into his bacon. "What's on that pretty little head of yours."
"What did she mean back there about another woman," Catherine said digging into her waffle. John remained silent for along time as shadows played across his face.
"I fell in love with a woman along time ago. Once she learned what I am she turned on me. Sold me out to my enemies I don't know what came of her. In truth I don't really care! I gave her my heart and out of fear she took away everything," John said rising from his seat. "I'm going to take my shower you can have the bed," Catherine saw the hurt in his eyes. She wondered if the hurt was so bad he had yet to forgive the woman.
"John I only have one more question," Catherine said setting down her fork.
"Let me guess it's about what she wanted," Catherine nodded. John debated on whether or not to tell her the whole truth. "That we should give up this chase for the end game is a foot," he said disappearing into the bathroom. Catherine couldn't comprehend what he meant by that, would they meet their end if they continued on. Like those that have come in contact with this case. Was this warning something else altogether. Even if she met her end the murderers of the nun's and Maricus must have justice. Catherine would still do it if even it meant her death. She owed it to Maricus not to give up in the face of such odds. Catherine waited eagerly for John to exit, though sleep weighed
heavily on her.
Once she had her fill of breakfast her eyelids wouldn't stay open. She wanted to be there for him to sooth whatever long forgotten memories. Just to drift the night away listening to the sound of his voice. A gentle nudge came upon her shoulder, shaking off the attempt to awaken her from her sweet slumber. She felt her body being lifted into the air, her eyes fluttered open as John carried her into the bedroom. Catherine nuzzled his neck her lips teasing him with sweet offerings.
"I'm not her John it's fine to hold onto the hurt, but you can't allow it to keep others away," Catherine whispered into his ear. "Stay with me," she said breathlessly as he laid her down. "Keep me warm during these cold nights," her hand running down his bare chest.
"Sleep Cat dream of things better then I," John said brushing her hair out of her face. Catherine awoke as the sun descend to the horizon. Looking sadly at the empty space beside her, pulling the covers above her shoulders. She wondered if he thought of her as she did him. "There's no use in worrying about something that will never be," she muttered to herself. That was easier said then done, ever since she had met John he had filled her thoughts. Just the sight of him made her heart race with anticipation. They way he defended those that sought out his help. Gave her courage to face anything that was out there waiting for them. Now how was she to face him when he had rejected her advances, or was it to soon for him to move on. If given enough time could he come to love her as clearly she was falling for him. "Sleeping beauty awakens," John said leaning against the doorframe holding a steaming cup of coffee. Catherine didn't want to look at him, only to be driven mad with want for his touch. Placing the mug on the night stand Catherine felt him lay down next to her. "You know I've always like this room," rolling over her sky blue eyes studying his fine chiseled face. Wondering if there was some spark for her ready to ignite given the right fuel. "What's on your mind Cat your offal quite toady." "Just thinking how screwed up my life has become since I've meet you," Catherine said bringing her arm out from the confines of the covers. "Strange to meet a man that has shown you a different side to the world," John said rolling to his side. "Is that so bad, to know that the first time in your life you have evidence of the afterlife." "I'm not worried about the afterlife at the moment. It's the here and now that has me concerned," Catherine said picking of imaginary lent from his shirt.
"You sure we could meet our end the moment we step out side," John said brushing her chestnut hair behind her ear.
"With you at my side I hardly doubt that, if you hadn't warned me yesterday. I would be nothing more then dog food now," Catherine said taking hold of his hand bringing it up to her lips. "Why save me if you knew it was a trap. Knowing that you might meet your end on that cold street," she said as John brushed his hand along her cheek.
"Isn't it obvious Cat," John said pushing himself up. "I like you," Catherine smiled as he hid his rosy cheeks. "So why bring up things that are better left off in the past."
"I could say is it not obvious," Catherine said pushing him back down onto the bed. Leaning over him her hair teasing his cheeks as she looked into those dark blue eyes of his. "I want to know if this thing is real or not between us." Trembling as she felt his hands move beneath her shirt. Sucking in a breath as his hand moved along her taut stomach.
"You sure this is what you want," John asked running a finger over her sweet opening. Biting down on her lower lip as moisture began to form in her channel.
"Yes," Catherine said breathlessly as her back arched under his delicate touch. "Please John," removing her shirt revealing her tightening peak's. Throbbed painfully awaiting the warmth of his hands massaging her tightening buds. Hovering over him teasing his lips with her pink nipples. His tongue darted out tracing around the ever hardening bud. Clamping his mouth around her breast, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of her boy shorts. His feather light touch along her velvety lips sent tremors throughout her body. Her hands balled around the fine cotton sheets as two of his fingers penetrated her channel. Her hips moved on their own to match the speed of his exploring fingers. How she missed this to know there was another to share her bed and her life with. Clutching tightly to the back his head urging him to dive deeper into her.
"Don't stop," Catherine moaned sending cream exploding down her channel. His fingers still seeking to find the core of her heat. Fire roared throughout her body threatening to consume her in its addicting embrace. Her muscles quivered as the shockwaves of her orgasms spread throughout her body. His finger's refusing to yeild to her tightening folds. Breathing heavily into his chest as she collapsed unable to support herself. His name escaped her lips feeling her slickness coating his hand and her shorts. Catherine's mind and body cried out for more his hand seemed to answer her call.
As quickly as she could with shaky hands removing his shirt. John's pale scars stood out in contrast to his tan skin in the waning sunlight. Her nail's ran down his chest as her core detonated once again. She knew not how long she could last if he continued to apply his magic touch.
"John do you have protection," Catherine whispered as she shuddered at his touch.
"No but check the drawer. I would but your body has my hands captivated at the moment." Leaning across him her eyes exploded with joy as she stared down at a box of condoms. She hated to detach herself from him, yet her soaked boy shirts was only hampering what she had in mind. Her musk filled the air as the soaked fabric pulled away from her swollen lips. John absorbed the glorious image of her naked body. From her landing strip chestnut thatch, to her slinder shapely hips, to her firm breast. Her lush kissible lips that would ignite exotic dreams of those that pass her. Her ass wiggled as she slowly unbuttoned his pants, relishing the sound of the zipper as its metal teeth loosened it's hold.
Freed from it's confines his manhood sought true freedom to the world of light. With a swift yank Catherine threw away the very thing that had kept her at bay. All that remained was his black boxer briefs, her hands hesitated for a moment over the gray wasteband. Her eyes captivated by the throbbing engorged member that lay just beneath surface. Slowly pulling back his underwear the tip of his head coming into view. Catherine held her breath as the lengh of his shaft casted a long shadow along the bed. His girth astounded Catherine as her fingertips danced along his head. Her insides melted thinking on how he would feel once he was inside her. As she was Catherine was no where ready to take him just yet positioning herself over his body.
His manhood pulsating quickly as she lowered herself to have a taste of the man. Her tongue flickered out teasing his broad head, John let out a soft moan as his hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass. Her wet swollen mound beckoned him to partake of it's honey dew nectar. As his tongue dove into her channel Catherine squealed as he massaged her clitoris. Catherine's tongue ran down his shaft savoring the taste of his skin, the clear salty beads of precum that crept from his core. Taking hold of his shaft in her hand drawing him deeper into her mouth, while her cream coated his tongue. Stroking his rod as she took him as far as she could, feeling his heart beat against her tongue knowing she would soon have his seed.
Catherine straddled him as she lowered herself to his awaiting rod. Guiding him to her sweet opening with her hand, gasping as his broad head begun to stretch her open. Catherine hoped she could take all of him, yet as his girth continued to stretch her open she doubted she could. She noticed that her tightness was working in her favor. His hands gripping her thighs, his hips bucked sending his rod deep inside of her wet channel. Taking hold of him as she began a slow steady pace to allow her to grow accustom to his size. Her breath became ragged, her walls contracting seeking to milk his seed. Colasping forward grabbing tuffs of his blonde hair as he continued to thrust into her.
Her core seemed to be ablazed like never before, unable to hold back the tide any longer pushing herself up. Fueled by her raging orgasm her hips grinding against him seeking to bring him over his wall. John wasn't about to let that happen, in one swift motion rolling Catherine on to
her back.
"Don't be a tease John," Catherine moaned as John rubbed his engorged member along her honey dew entrance.
Plunging back into her, Catherine howled in pleasure as his rod filled her. Her breast swayed with every pump of his hips, the cotton sheets strained against her nails as he drove her wild. Wrapping her legs around him grinding against his pelvis as he sought the core of her fire. Catherine wasn't about to give in not when John had yet to hurdle his own wall. However the pressure of her core was steadily building threatening to meltdown at any moment. If she was to last until he was ready to release his seed into her. Catherine needed to be in control yet how was she going to do that. When his very girth could bring her to climax. Without being driven mad by the sheer ecstasy he was giving her.
"Catherine are you still with me," John said nibbling on her earlobe.
"Yes," Catherine's voice was faint and weak as her nails dug into his back.
"Good I can't last any longer," John grunted as her hips doubled their speed hearing his weakening in resolve. Locking her legs together as his life giving seed shot into her, her hips rocking so she could milk the very last drop. Catherine watched the rise and fall of his chest as John laid beside her in the dusk filled light. Catherine tried to move but her muscles were to weak and trembling. Watching as John moved over to the wastebasket tossing away the used condom. Before heading towards the bathroom.
"I'm going to take a shower care to join me," Catherine saw the devilish gleam in his eyes and his growing member.
"Tempting as that is," Catherine's finger pointing along the length of his appendage. "I find myself unable to move at the moment," his chuckled sending renewed heat throughout her body as the door closed behind him. Catherine laid there listening to the cascading water pondering why she had given herself to him. She wasn't complaining about their embrace she enjoyed it immensely. Yet she wasn't someone to hop into bed with someone she only met a week ago. Then again she never had the greatest sex life, yet she wasn't foolish to fall head over heels for a man. John had her on edge and threatening to tumble over into the ocean of his blue eyes.
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