Ungodly Resurrection

11: Indiscretion

“I.. I have to go.” Emma tried to brush past the stag, but he gripped her arm.

“Stay.” It was a command, but somehow gentle.

“I don't think you understand Cern. I cannot reciprocate your feelings. I'll see if I can find someone else to help restore you. I'll release my hold over you. I just can't.” Emma tried to tug her arm free, but Cern reached out and grabbed her chin with his free hand, forcing her to face him.

“You feel it too, though, don't you?” He searched her eyes. She bit her lip, looking away and he gave her head a little shake. “You feel it-our connection. Don't you?” He demanded more desperately.

“It's just the Mark. You were always a little infatuated, then I saved you and Marked you and..”

“No.” The stag growled. “I can feel you in my BONES Emma.” She jolted at the sound of her name from his lips. “I know when you breathe, every beat of your heart, when you arrive, when you leave. It's like someone has stripped half of me away. We were meant for each other, Emma. A forest god and fertility goddess. We could do so much together.” He drew closer, his face only six inches from hers now as he towered over her. She wet her lips.

“It's just because I brought you back.” She offered halfheartedly. “It'll wear off..”

“NO!” Bellowed the stag. Emma tried to step back, but Cern followed. He yanked her to him and placed his lips upon hers. She felt like a star had just gone supernova under his skin. Her Form shuddered, and then she was kissing back, wrapping her fingers in his dark hair, gripping his waist to draw him closer.

“It's just the..” Emma panted, but Cern claimed her lips again, shutting her up.

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Luci whimpered, alone somewhere in the woods that surrounded the house. He knew he could find his way back by sense of smell, but should he? His body finally shuddered and began to return to normal. He collapsed to his knees on the ground.

Where was he and why was he outside?

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Cern had gently lowered Emma to the ground. Untying the same laces Bel had earlier, he parted her shirt slowly, as though she were a precious gift for him to unwrap. Emma found the move incredibly arousing, and arched as if to give him a better view. His roughened hands gently caressed her breasts, gliding across them like he was afraid of hurting her with too much pressure. She moaned, tossing her head a bit at the slow, feather-light torture. He reverently lowered his mouth to her breasts, a gentle squeeze, a tiny lick, a nibble, all had her pushing her chest against his hands desperately.

“May I kiss you again, goddess?” Cern asked softly.

“Yes. Oh gods yes.” Emma moaned, forgetting about everything but the gentle sensations and lust of the moment. Cern desperately slammed his mouth against hers while his hands wandered, sliding down her panties and shoving up her skirt. As his fingers sank into her, she arched and cried out his name. He thumbed her clit gently, making her squirm. Then he lowered his face to her thighs, kissing her inner thigh as he parted them, moving slowly upward, until his mouth latched onto her clit. A gentle suck was all that was needed to send her into a jolting climax that made her hips buck and her legs tremble. Cern held her steady as she rode it out, gentle lips and tongue maintaining stimulation until she could stand it no more. She dug her fingers into his hair.

“Please Cern, please.” She moaned. “Please stop, it's too much.” She tried to buck him from her, but he moved to his knees and quickly turned her over, settling her on her hands and knees. Emma moaned, but before she could wriggle free of his grasp, he had plunged himself within her. She cried out and arched her back, pushing backwards in his grasp to take more of him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back to meet him abruptly. She screamed out as he hit her cervix and he bellowed along with her. As his fingers found her clit again, she knew that was it, she was done for. Her climax made her jerk unsteadily against Cern, and he bellowed again as he found his own release, his body going tense over her, and straightening. His powerful climax prolonged her own, until her whole body was trembling and weak. When her arms gave out, he scooped her into a gentle hug against his chest, laying them both down in the clover until each had calmed. Emma's breathing slowed as one with the stag, and then her guilt began to rise. Bel had told her once that being a fertility goddess would make her s****l drive increase, and that she may even feel compelled to take other lovers, but he had sounded intensely jealous about it. She covered her face. What was she going to tell Bel?

“Goddess?” Cern suddenly clutched her closer to his chest. “I didn't mean to offend...”

“No, you did nothing wrong it was me, I should have known better and planned better.” She sat up, straightening her clothes. “I have to go.” She said and vanished. Cern reach for her but she was gone. He was worried. Had he driven her away with his affections? He lay on his back, staring at the sky, fingering the horn on the leather around his throat. If he still had his power, he could chase after her, demand answers.. comfort her. Well, whatever had happened, his spirit felt lighter, more calm. More at peace than it had in ages.

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Emma materialized in her bathroom. She stripped the clothes off her body and immediately started filling the tub. She considered tossing the clothes, but threw them in the bathwater. She felt like she had betrayed Bel and Luci. Even if it was in her nature, she loved the two too much to be 'sleeping around'. And yet, a part of her wanted to run right back to Cern. He was right. She felt the connection, the draw. She sank into the tub, scrubbing her body fiercely. Was the connection because she'd resurrected him? That had to be it, right? Emma covered her face and moaned. She thought it was time to admit she was in over her head, but how did she do that without angering Bel? He and Luci would surely be hurt, and they still bore hatred for the stag. They would probably wish to destroy Cern, especially after today. With her face still covered, she moaned again. This had to be worse than any pickle she'd ever put herself in while she was human. What was she going to do?

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Lucian turned in a circle. He could smell the direction he came from, but why? Why did he come out here? The last thing he remembered was-Sol! The kids! They must be terrified! He started back the way he came, still trying to figure out what had possessed him. Luci froze mid-step. Possessed. What if the Hell Hound had taken over again? Did he hurt any of the children? Suddenly he remembered their frightened shouts and his wolf Form tore free from his human shell, running before he could even give the muscles the command. But he hadn't gotten five steps in before he could feel it again, the sickness pressing at him, pushing to take Form. The Hell Hound! He had to turn, he couldn't let it find its way back tot he kids! He had to-the next time Lucian's legs came back into his view they were black, swarming with shadows that ate through the flesh to the bone. He had a purpose: get to the kids. The Hell Hound howled.

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“Beloved?” Bel's voice made Emma jump upright. He knelt beside her, reaching out to cup her cheek. At the sight of him, Emma began to cry.

“Bel I.. I did something terrible.” She bit her lip. Maybe she shouldn't say anything, would it ruin their relationship? She didn't want to lose Bel or Luci. She sobbed again, pulling her knees as close to her body as her stomach would allow. She wrapped her arms around her legs and hid her face, crying.

“There's no way it can be this bad Emma.” Bel said softly, smoothing her hair back. “You could hardly do something I can't forgive.” Emma cried harder.

“This might change your mind.” She said in a watery voice.

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Lucian was nearly out of the trees when he felt his Mistress's distress tugging him away from his current task. Red eyes glowing, he raised his nose to sniff. Ah, there, she had brought the scent of the other Master home with her. The forgotten one.

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Emma sobbed out her transgression to Bel. She didn't give him all of the details, conveniently leaving out the resurrection and the stag's involvement, but when she was done, Bel just sighed.

“Emma, beloved, look at me.” Bel instructed quietly. Emma looked at him from the corner of her eye, still ashamed to face him. He gently cupped her face with both hands and turned her face towards him. “There's my beautiful goddess.” He murmured.

“Emma, I understand and I'm not mad. I'm jealous, yes. Insanely so. But I knew this day was coming sooner or later. The day you started answering prayers, I knew it was coming. Fertility Rites are part of a fertility god or goddesses duties, and with that comes some, ah... encounters.” He leaned forward to kiss her. “I understand. Do you hear me?” Bel asked seriously. She noticed Bel had rolled up his sleeves baring his muscular forearms. She loved that look on him for some reason, it just tickled her fancy in all the right places. She felt the lust zing through her. She also noticed the grey skin crawling up his arms, his Demon side coming out to play. Was it because of her?

“Are you sure?” She asked, chewing her lower lip.

“Yes I'm sure.” Another brush of his lips across hers, this time with a sharp tooth graze. “I'm still insanely jealous, and may have to hunt down your partner...” Emma giggled, then a brief spasm of fear went through her. What if he did find Cern? She glanced at his arms, grey almost to where he'd rolled up his sleeves. “Emma, I was joking my love. It's ok.” He cupped her cheek gently.

“But... your skin...” Emma gasped and Bel glanced down.

“Oh love, that's because of you. Didn't you notice you had changed Forms?” Bel soothed. “My inner Demon is just responding to yours, sweetheart. He'd very much like to get his claws on you.” Bel winked. Emma glanced down in a panic, and saw Bel was right, she had shifted to her Demon Form sometimes after she got in the tub.

“You know, I haven't gotten to play with your Incubus side in a while.” Emma licked her lips. Bel growled.

“Are you making a request, little one?” Bel's voice rumbled through the growl.

 “Maybe...” Emma teased, but they got no further in their flirtation, because their children began to scream.