Intertwined: love, fire and sacrifice

9. Crazily scary

This chapter will be narrated in the 3rd Person. 

Steamy content ahead, it will be signalised by "***". 

The next day, Laius was busy deciding how to punish a new bunch of villains. So, Liv goes to explore the area around the castle by herself. He told her to not go around alone and that Hell could indeed be a dangerous place. But, well, she was not known for doing things that people told her to, even when she knew, somewhere deep inside, she should.

A little walk would not be harmful, and she was near the castle anyway. She wanted to see the garden that Laius has mentioned. Good that she didn’t have higher expectations, because they didn’t know how to garden in Hell. The soil was dead-arid and only some sparse dry fallen roses could be seen. There were also a couple of fresh, but tiny and fragile buds blossoming shyly, which was quite surprising.

Medeia told her that life could hardly grow in this area of Hell. But, in the high lands of Hell, it was different. Surrounded by the Lethe river – the river of oblivion – the Elysium Fields stood proudly. These fields are located in an immense plateau and have very fertile soil, where grass and trees could grow under the same static sky, as in the rest of hell. Orange with shades of crimson, looking like it was bleeding its eternal twilight.

Elysium was the place reserved for the good souls. Sometimes okay ones made it too, according to Laius the bar was too low. Well, he was quite partial.

This part of Hell also belonged to him – as the whole Hell did – but his castle was erected in the very middle of his Realm, a strategic area, in which he could oversee the punishment of the evil souls and keep an eye at the Elysium business. They didn't have many issues in Elysium anyway, the inhabitants there were mainly chilling.

Laius told Liv that he would take her to Elysium soon. She was curious to see the whole place. Like most of the supernatural beings from the other realms, she had the wrong idea about Hell. The place could be indeed interesting if you are not a hideous soul facing your karma.

Liv was quite lost in contemplation and thinking about the new things she learned about the hottest of the realms when she is snapped out of her thoughts by hearing an annoying voice and the noise of a flower bud being crushed.

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“Look at this hot little witch. Such a pretty thing.” Asmodino, a low-class demon says to his companion, Azula, another low-class demon.   

“She smells like mated,” Azula replies, as he sniffs the air around them.

“Since when did it stop you? We are no angels! And she’s such a pretty thing, I would risk facing her mate’s wrath.” Asmodino argues.

“What if he is a 3rd or 2nd class demon?”

Asmodino exhales sharply, expelling some smoke. “You worry too much!!” They get closer to Liv. “Hey little witch, do want to play with fire? There is plenty of it in my trousers.”

She rolls her eyes at this lame catcall and sighs, “You i***t can’t see that I’m mated?” Liv furrows her brows at him.

“Ohh the little thing has spunk! I’ll enjoy it! I like sassy s*uts!” Asmodino laughs. “Oh, you are mated!?” he mocks her “Here in Hell, we share!”

He leans towards Liv to grab her by her waist, but she dodges and chants a spell under her breath, throwing the mud of the floor straight at his face.

“She’s a dirty doll!” Azula chuckles.

“That b***h will see!”  Asmodino huffs as he grabs Liv’s arm forcefully.

“Let me go! Get off of me!” Liv says with determination, as she tries to pull away and throw some more well-deserved mud at him.

After feeling his mate’s discomfort and irritation through their bond, Laius storms there. He’s been followed closely by a very wary Medeia.

The King of Hell is fuming, thick waves of smoke surround him, his eyes are bright red, fangs go down his mouth, and claws grow on his hands. Dark wings emerge from his back, they are thin and light, as if they were made of ashes. His aura is even scarier than his appearance, it rolls off power and absolute terror.

The two low-class demons are paralysed with fear. Asmodino lets Liv go and she also stares at Laius in fear. She hasn’t ever seen her mate like this. Liv’s breath hitches in her throat, her eyes go wide opened as her mouth feels dry and her heart is speeding up against her chest.

“How dare you to touch what is mine?” Laius asks in a deep voice that seems to come from the most profound Pit of Hell. His voice makes the ground shake and sends shivers down Liv’s spine.

Laius snaps his fingers making the demons instantly become ashes. Liv gasps at that.  

The King of Hell throws fireballs everywhere around them, which only makes Liv even more terrified, she’s visibly trembling now.

Medeia takes a hesitant step towards Laius and tries to talk to her boss, “Your Majesty, please. You are scaring your mate. Look at her.”

He looks at his female. His gaze becomes a bit softer, but his eyes are still bright red, while his fangs and claws retract. He walks closer to Liv, and she automatically takes a couple of steps back, still scared.

Laius takes it as a rejection and his wrath only grows further. Fangs and claws are out again. Liv can feel his immense rage and hatred through their bond. Is part of it directed at her? She wonders as she feels her breath quickening and a thin sheen of cold sweat covering her forehead.

Medeia strides closer to Liv, which makes Laius growl loudly.

“There are centuries that I don’t see him so out of control” Medeia mutters. “You are his mate, Livia, calm him down.” She says without getting closer to Liv, while Laius was distracted throwing fireballs around. Thus, he didn’t see the exchange between the two females.

“How?” Liv mutters.

“Let him hold you. Assure him that you are fine. Go close to him.” Medeia motions impatiently.

Liv swallows hard and walks towards her mate. He turns around abruptly startling her, she gasps. “Laius, it’s me, Liv... your Sugar,” she says trying to keep as calm as possible.

Laius feels his heart beating fast, hammering itself against his chest. He gets closer to Liv and takes her in his arms. Laius looks deeply into her blue wide eyes and utters “MINE” in a very guttural voice.

“Yours” she answers softly, cupping his face. His fangs retract and his claws disappear in the next second.

She stands on her tiptoes and pulls his face down gently, pressing her forehead against his.

“Are you hurt?” He asks.

“No baby, I’m fine.” She answers stroking his cheeks. He holds her tighter, as he inhales her scent deeply.

“You are mine!” He says.

“I’m yours and I’m safe.” she agrees.

“Did they touch you?”

“They didn’t, I’m unharmed. I’m fine.” Liv reassures him. He makes all their clothes become ashes as he lifts her up by her waist. She wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

The King of Hell makes the fire surrounding them grow higher. So, no one could see their embrace.

Laius has to have her, to be inside his mate. It was the only way to calm, appease his inner violence and darkness. To dissipate the shadows that grew in his soul at the thought of seeing Liv hurt, at the thought of having her rejecting him. Laius had to be deep inside his female's inner peace, warmness, and softness. Inside her mind, heart, soul and body. 

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He adjusts himself and penetrates his mate fully with a single thrust, taking her lips with his at the same time. She gasps into their kiss. Her gasp becomes a moan as he pounds into her, rubbing her sensitive spot. His wings retract and his eyes are now only slightly red. In a move of his hand, he portals them to their room, where he takes her roughly against the wall.

She cries out in pleasure and parts their kiss to breathe. “Take me... however you want, devilicious mate!” Liv mutters between pants.

“I intend to!” He answers in a still guttural voice, but with some hint of his characteristic playfulness, that Liv is quite fond of. “You are always so wet for me Kitten! ... so soft and warm!” He groans as he thrusts into her at an inhuman speed.

She only answers with moans. After some more fast and deep thrusts, he feels her inner walls clenching around his member and he knows that she’s getting close. He walks them to their bed and lays Liv down there, before pulling out of her, making her whimper discontent.

“On all fours.” Laius commands and she obliges happily. He thrust into her wet walls in a harsh and deep manner, making his female shiver in delight.

He bends towards her, one of his hands squeezes her breast, surprising gently, while his other hand rubs her engorged clit.

“Can I come, Master?” She asks breathlessly.

“Come for me, Kitten! Now!” He commands.

His words take her to the edge, her walls clamp tightly around his manhood, squeezing him and taking him closer to his climax as well. She comes with a louder series of moans. He follows her in a matter of seconds, releasing his seed deep inside his mate.

They both fall onto the bed panting heavily, their bodies still joined. He moves off of her, leaving her body. Then, he turns his mate around, taking her into his arms and kissing her forehead gently in contrast with the rough thrusts he has just given her. Liv wraps her arms around his neck and chest as she looks at him. His eyes have already come back to their usual cognac colour.

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“Sugar?” He calls.

“Hum” She answers absently in her post-orgasm haze.

“I’m so sorry for scaring you” she smiles, he said that he was sorry again. He did it for her. She knew that it cost him a lot, and that he was absolutely not used to saying and feeling such things. She understood it about him even better after their bond was complete and she could be inside his mind.

“I got outraged when I saw that pricks hurting you, touching you... making fun of you!” He says softly. “You are mine!” His eyes glow slightly red as he claims her.

It wasn’t only a male, a beast, claiming his female on a primal level, it was a desperate man claiming the woman he loves vehemently. Thus, afraid to see her hurt in any way. Thus, holding firmly onto her in fear that she would somehow slip through his fingers.

“It was just... I didn’t expect that, and you were...” she tries to explain. But the smart-mouthed witch finds herself at a loss of words.

“You saw my complete demoniac form... I thought you were rejecting me” he utters looking down gloomily.

She feels his deep pain and fear through their bond. 

Her crazily scary mate was afraid. He was afraid of her rejection.

She crashes her lips on his and pulls away slightly to look into his eyes. “I was afraid... it was quite impressive, and I’ve never felt such an aura, such a flow of power before. But I won’t ever reject you. Damn, I love you!” She says stroking his hair, wrapping his dark locks around her fingers. Her eyes hold deep and unsaid emotions.

The last ounce of her love-denial melted with those words.

Liv wasn’t afraid anymore of her feelings towards him, of this strong and all-consuming love. She wasn’t afraid that it could take her freedom away, make her vulnerable or even irreparably break her heart, as in her experience love was bound to. 

She couldn’t hold back anymore, deny and lie to herself. It wasn’t only attraction, fondness, lust and laughs. It was such an intense love that at the same time made her chest clench and suffocate, and left her chest open to a bigger, greater lungful of air. As if she had just truly breathed for the first time, after voicing it, saying the damn words.

She loves the Devil. She can’t escape this truth anymore. And she won’t be afraid of this love, now she only wanted to give herself fully to it. To their fiery and urgent love. To let it burn.

In a swift movement, Laius flips them around, adjusts them both and enters her core. She lets out a gasp-moan, which was for sure the sexiest sound he has ever heard.

“And I love you my Livia! I adore every piece of you!”

She sees the emotions in his eyes and feels his deep love and devotion flowing through their bond. Who would imagine that the King of Hell would be capable of such an immense love? She smiles sweetly at him, sending him love through their bond.

“Laius, we were in the middle of a conversation” she mutters raising a brow.

He laughs. “You can keep talking, Sweets”

“I just had one thing to say... is that your demoniac form is as hot as it’s scary... maybe apart from the cl....”

He gives her a rough and deep thrust, making her scream in delight. Laius claims her mouth in a passionate kiss and as he said, he takes her all ways possible for the rest of the afternoon, evening and night, until she falls almost limp in his arms.

He embraces his sleeping mate and smiles. He’s overjoyed by the bliss and delight of having her. He may be the Devil, but his mate was indeed a bliss. He would thank the Goddess, but he wasn’t on the best terms with Her.

~ * ~

Avalon had already started gathering his army and equipping them to invade Hell. It took more time than he expected since his legions were dispersed and disarmed after the Peace Treaty was signed.

He intentionally demilitarised and dispersed them in a sign of good faith to the other species, as a way to further reinforce his word that he wouldn’t breach the Treaty, which somehow, he was about to do now. But circumstances have changed drastically.

Now, he summoned Elric to talk about their mate and her absence and try to convince the other king to join forces with him in a combined attack.

The Wizard King was growing restless by the day. He couldn’t wait any longer. The pull has grown infinite times after they completed their bond, he marked and mated her, and now staying away from her caused him physical discomfort. He could hardly sleep or concentrate on anything. That was not admissible, he has a kingdom, a Realm to rule, he had to compose himself. He had to have her back where she belonged to, by his side.

“We need to rescue our mate, to get her back,” Avalon says, looking sternly at Elric. Even though his voice was stoic, Elric could hear the urgency in his words. An urgency that the Elf King himself also felt.  

“She wasn’t kidnapped, she is there by her own will,” he replies.

“It doesn’t matter! She’s MINE... ours too. F*cking dammit, it has been almost 2 weeks! I’ll drag her back, with or without your help.” Avalon utters enraged. 

Elric sighs, he wants her back too. But he needs to maintain the peace, the Goddess has put him in charge of such a task. Keep the peace and balance of the supernatural world. All he has been doing in the last couple of centuries was to achieve such an aim.

“Maybe she’s not there by her own will. Maybe he’s manipulating her. Playing with her mind. We all know that’s the Devil’s game.” Avalon adds.

Elric nods, Avalon’s words drive him to a contemplative state.

Avalon might be right. Maybe Laius is doing it. We have to rescue her. 

Is having her more important than having peace? Would I endanger my own species and the whole supernatural world to have Liv back in my arms? Would I challenge the Goddess's will and act against my task as the Peace Guardian? These questions bubbled in his mind.