Chain Of Pleasure

Chapter 14

She woke up alone.

In that, the sheets were cold and the sun was pelting her in the face, which made her hiss and recoil out of the perfectly placed beam that came between the trees outside. She groaned and buried her face into the sheets, which needed to be washed already and she actually hoped she would get to do that -- the idea was oddly pleasing.

Was needing to do your own laundry a sign of insanity?

When the need to pee became too great, Marceline whimpered and began to arduous task of extracting herself from the bed. Her hips popped and her thighs ache, her p***y tender and slightly bruised from his teeth. She cupped herself as she exited the bathroom, massaging tender, split skin and wondered why she hadn't bled more than a few droplets. . .

Marceline sighed and dropped her hands to her sides, chewing her bottom lip roughly as she pondered what to do. Should she put on clothing? Was she allowed today? She didn't want him to explode on her again, didn't want to be hit or. . .anything else.

"I can hear you up there," his rough voice made Marceline jump and she gave the opening to the stairs a wary look.

She didn't hear anything else, save for the subtle click of him checking the guns and then the growl of a zipper. She looked down at herself but inhaled sharply, padding towards the stairs and making her way down to the first floor.

He had weapons laid about, some of them taken apart and in the first stages of being cleaned. His broad shoulders were wrapped in dark green, shirt dipping against his spine that she stared at in her approach. When he noticed her getting closer, he looked back over his shoulder and arched an eyebrow at her; Marceline froze on the spot.

He smirked and looked back down at whatever was in his hands, setting it down and turning to face the dark haired girl.

"Damn," he murmured and pulled her by the waist between his legs, perched on the edge of the table. "Am I gonna hate seein this perfect ass covered up by clothes," she hitched up onto her tip toes as he roughly claimed a handful of her ass, grinding her against him. "But, Cas and I have plans for ya, sweetheart."

She didn't get to ask exactly what those plans were because he took her mouth in his, teeth knocking and rendering her helpless. She inhaled deeply through her nose and relaxed against him, his body heat soothing to her cool and aching skin. His tongue brushed over her teeth, touching hers only for a moment before there was a thick rasp at the door and he growled into her mouth.

Marceline whimpered and clung to him, giving the door a wide-eyed stare of terror. Edward grumbled and roughly pushed her behind him, feeling her chin digging into the back of his arm where she peered around him.

"Open the damn door," Edward snapped, fingers flexing at his sides.

The door eased open a fraction, Castiel's head peeking into the threshold; Edward sighed. Marceline clenched the back of Edward's shirt, cheeks on fire as she listened to Castiel struggle with his gun before slamming the door shut. Edward chuckled and the sound vibrated against her cheek, making Marceline close her eyes and enjoy something for the moment.

"Edward," Castiel grumbled and shifted awkwardly, watching Marceline's feet shuffle behind Edward. "She is nude, let her put some clothes on."

Edward craned his neck back, smirking before he sighed and grabbed the clothes on the table and held them over his shoulder. Marceline peered up at the clothes, snatching them away; she may have still been dirty, but she was shaking with embarrassment. The room was silent as she tugged on the jeans, having to bite her lip when she found the bra tucked into the flannel. When she was comfortable, she stepped out from behind Edward, still looking down much to his amusement. When she spotted the boots just beneath the table, he kicked them at her; no socks, no problem, she wanted to cover as much of her as possible.

"Now," Edward chirped, causing Marceline to look up at him. "We're gonna go out and take pot shots at some Croats," he grabbed a small gun from the pile on the table, passing it to Marceline. "If you can't shoot for s**t, you'll learn today."

"And what am I to do," Castiel questioned, concern lacing that jaw that rocked back and forth.

"Keep the camp in check," Edward said in an annoyed tone, as if it were obvious. "Just me and her, move faster, easier, quieter," he picked up the assault rifle that nearly matched the angels. "We'll be back by tonight, maybe earlier tomorrow depending on how it goes."

Castiel nodded. "Be careful," his eyes rested on Marceline.

The warning was for her, he had no doubts about Edward.

She looked up at Edward, only catching the side of his face because he was walking. Marceline gave Castiel a small smile before she followed behind Edward.

The camp in the daylight was a lot less terrifying than it was at night; no shadows to cling too, no intimidating men lumbering around and leering at her. When they even passed her a glance, while she trailed behind Edward, there wasn't a second one. The women gave her. . .disgusted looks and Marceline's cheeks lit yet again in embarrassment.

They'd all heard her, knew what she was -- what she'd done to get into their camp. She was disgusted enough with herself, why did they have to make it worse with those damn looks.

"Stop f*****g staring," Edward snarled and the women turned their noses away, men giving small glared before they shuffled away. "Thought we were past all this, ya know, with the end of the f*****g world," Edward grumbled and stopped, wrapping an arm around Marceline's shoulders, pulling her against his side.

"They hate me," Marceline whispered, cringing when she realized she had said it out loud.

Edward chuckled and let her go as they reached the gates erected in pine. "They hate both of us, babe," he snickered and her eyes went wide, but at the lack of a vehicle on the other side; were they walking?! "The men hate me because I have one fine piece of ass at my beck and call and the women hate you because you are that fine piece of ass," he paused, cradling his rifle like it were a child.

"And yeah, we're walkin. Vehicles always bring too much noise."

"And if the Croats start chasing us," she murmured, pine nettles crackling beneath her shoes. "What then?"

He chuckled and adjusted his grip on his rifle. "Better hope you can f*****g run fast."

There's a scope on his rifle.

And he has her aiming.

"Croats are stupid."

She fires and lets out a shuddering breath as the body snaps, blood spraying over the concrete and the former woman collapses to the concrete.

"All they know is blood," one Croat looks up, snarling loud even from their position leagues away on a roof. "Tear into the flesh," she pulls the trigger again, misses. "Hunt," she reloads the gun, gets ready. "Kill," she fires and hits the target: A child. "And feast for your master."

Marceline swallows thickly and pulls back from the gun, looking down at her knees. Edward lols his head towards her, back against the edge of the building and knee c****d. He blinks slowly as he watches her trembling, mind going to darker places; God, didn't he love when she shook. He sighed loudly though, breaking her trance with each smack of his lips.

"You're gonna have to get over this s**t," she looked over at him through her hair. "Ya gotta forget that those things were people, gotta learn how to handle a gun without shaking -"

"I'm not like you," she blurted out and he just watched her. "I-I've never held a gun in my life and today you just. . .you just pushed me until -"

"You just shot two Croats in the head from yards away," Edward craned back to look at blood spattered concrete. "Tryin' to tell me you really have never held a gun before?"

"Not that I know of," she snapped and then slapped a hand over her mouth.

He arched an eyebrow and then shifted his position, snatching away the gun. "I was shootin' like that at eight years old," he cradled the gun in his lap, arm thrown around it. "I didn't get another choice," he looked back up at her. "And you get the same treatment because you are mine," her face dropped. "That's right, you are mine and you don't get a choice but to do what I tell you to - and you did what I said today so maybe you aren't as stupid as I thought you were," he paused and chuckled. "Or maybe you're dumber," he sighed and rocked up to his feet. "Lets go, maybe we can make it out of the city before sun down."

Marceline swallowed thickly and stood, scrambling after him when she heard the distant screech of one of the Croats discovering the bodies.

"You'll stay inside tonight," Edward murmured as he shut the door to the stairwell behind them, flashlight in hand. "There's supposed to be a burning tonight, for the bodies we can't bury and I don't want anyone to see you there."

"Why not," she murmured, following close behind him.

"Because you aren't one of us," the words hurt so much. "Its for those of us that actually lost people."

Marceline nodded against his back and then squinted against the sun when he opened the door. He held it as she slipped out, head swiveling right and left, looking for Croats. Marceline didn't care about them, she was more worried about the humans, even if she had Edward with her. Humans were why she gave herself to him in the first place, humans were her biggest fear - she wasn't even worried about Lucifer.

"Cas is gonna watch you though," Edward broke through her mental worrying.

Marceline looked over at him, but he was slightly ahead of her so she didn't get to make eye contact. "But. . .he's one of you," she murmured. "Shouldn't he be there?"

Edward spared her a glance but shook his head and looked forward again. "Cas doesn't have anyone but me," his words were still bitter. "And that's even questionable," he murmured. "But he wouldn't go anyway, says he can hear their souls and s**t, whatever."

Marceline almost sighed but knew better, instead pulling her gun out when the distant cackle of bullets echoed off of the buildings around them. She hates the city, had loved it before but now all of the Croats inhabited the cities and bandits were around every corner. They seemed to disappear with Edward though, they had yet to see even a glimpse of actual humans all day.

"I want you out of those clothes while I'm gone," and there it is, the break of silence. "Wear a sheet with Cas around but I don't want to have to go through the trouble of clothes when I get in. You were just so God damn perfect last night."

Marceline shook her head as they crossed over a small bridge, her eyes stretching over the miles of cars paused in time on the highway out of the city. She paused for a moment, remembering where her car was in this strip and wondering if any of her things were still inside; probably not.

"What are you doing," she jumped and looked over at Edward, who was on the edge of the park and impatient. "Come on, I'll leave you for the Croats if you stop again."

She jumped again and jogged to catch up with him, heart hammering in her chest. The grass crunched softly beneath their feet, the sky growing overcast above them. The world did that now, turned depressing at a set time in the day; did that have something to do with the Devil?

"We need to find a new camp," Edward murmured and Marceline kept quiet; he sounded more like he was talking to himself. "Too damn close to the city."

Marceline hesitated. "I think its in a fine spot," she watched his back tense but he never faltered in his step. "The river helps. . .and there is only one way in. . .high walls. . ."

"Did I ask for your opinion," he snapped over his shoulder.

Marceline ducked her head. "No sir. . ."

He's gone the moment they enter the camp and Marceline is more than relieved to see Castiel approaching her. His eyes are slightly hazy and she has an idea of what he's on judging by the skunky smell and has this hankering she hasn't had in years.

"How did you do," Castiel asks in that kind voice of his, gripping her upper arm.

Marceline looked around at the scowls and glares she was receiving before she ducked her head. "I can uh. . .I can shoot a rifle," she murmured and pushed her hair back. "But I can't shoot a hand gun for shit."

Castiel chuckled and his own rifle thumped against his side. "That's sadly the same for quite a few around camp, don't be so sullen about it."

Marceline huffed but didn't say anymore, letting him guide her like a rag doll. She had to. . .she had to sit naked with him for who-knows how long. She didn't want to know what would happen if Edward came in and she was still wearing clothes, how was she going to manage this? She was so embarrassed and honestly terrified when Castiel came in for a moment with her under a sheet, how was she going to manage maybe hours?

"How long do these. . .burnings usually last," Marceline asked as Castiel gently pushed her into the cabin.

Castiel shrugged as he shut the door, watching her set her gun down on the table and making a bee line for the stairs. "Two. . .three hours maybe. . .where are you going?"

Marceline jumped and looked back at Castiel with red cheeks. "I. . .Edward told me to be naked whenever he came back. . .I'm supposed to wear a sheet around you."

He frowned but she continued up the stairs. "I do not know when Edward got so barbaric," Castiel spoke so she could hear, pacing towards the window. "Edward had always. . .enjoyed the company of a woman. But he was never rough with them, never spoke to them like they were dogs to heel to a command," he sighed and looked over when he heard the creak of the stairs. "I have said it before, but I apologize for Edward's behavior."

Marceline brushed her hair back, holding the sheet together tight around her chest. "Its okay," she murmured. "I. . .Its the price I paid, losing everything, for safety from being killed or starving to death. . .being ripped apart by Croats," she inhaled deeply. "He's not. . .he doesn't punch me, doesn't hurt me any harder than a. . .slap on the ass," she looked down at her hand; she wouldn't share his tenderness. "But no. . .he isn't nice, but I can deal with it," she looked over at Castiel. "I'm sorry you have to babysit me."

Castiel shook his head and sighed into the couch. "The burnings have never been my favorite thing," he murmured. "They are a. . .Hunter's funeral. They have all become Hunters because of what is happening."

Marceline exhaled slowly, pacing in a small circle. "I'm probably going to lose my mind here," she didn't mean to say that. . .too late to take it back. "Maybe because of Edward, maybe because of. . .everything. . .I don't even know anymore."

"I cringe at the day you will finally be allowed out to the camp on your own," Castiel murmured. "They've all been talking about 'Edward's w***e'," when Marceline paled, he gave her a sympathetic look. "I believe it is all out of jealousy, from all sides."

"That's what Edward tried to feed me," she whispered, pausing to chew on her lip. "I'm tired," she looked up at Castiel. "I. . .I think I'm going to go lie down."

He sighed and smiles. "I'll be down here," he shook his head as Marceline trudged up the stairs. "I don't know why though."

Marceline didn't say anything, she just climbed up the stairs and fell into the bed, not even moved by the stale smell of s*x. It was. . .too cold, in these sheets she clenched between her fingers. She actually wanted Edward there, she wanted him there to just warm up the sheets. . .or so she told herself.

"I like the son of a b***h," she murmured and buried her face into the mattress. "I. . .I f*****g like him. . ."

"Out of the f*****g house!"

She'd rather wake up to a Croat in the cabin.

Marceline isn't jarred awake, really, she was only half asleep, fiddling with the photos in his nightstand when she heard the front door slam open. . .or shut, whatever.

She sits up abruptly, sheet pooling around her waist as she hesitates on what to do with the photos spread over the sheets. She hears him, hears him stomping around downstairs, cussing up a storm and throwing something around.

"Edward -"

"I said get the f**k out, Cas," Edward rumbles in a warning tone and there's the soft click of the front door.

Marceline's heart jumps into her throat when she hears the rattle of the stairs, eyes wide and unblinking on him when he comes to a stop in front of her. His nostrils flare and his fingers are flexing at his sides, eyes flickering to the photos and she cringes, looks down in fear.

"What the f**k did you think you were doing," he snarls.

"I-I didn't -" she looked back up again, terrified by his trembling. "Please, I didn't mean anything -"

He doesn't strike her, but he looks like he wants to with the look he silences her with.

Marceline swallows thickly and her eyes move down him, biting her lip as she focuses on the buckle of his jeans. She tugs her bottom lip inwards as she spread her legs, eyes moving back up to his, her hand brushing aside the sheets to expose her wet p***y to him; there goes another nostril flare.

"I did what you said. . ." She whispered, fingers skimming the edges of her lips; she trembles, not out of fear this time.

His eyes are hooded now, watching her fingers stroking between her thighs, the cave in of her chest with a deep, shuddering breath. Her eyes flutter close, cheeks hot as she leans back slightly, allowing him more to view as her fingers dig in. A long moan draws between her lips and her hips buck forward, thumb circling her clit like she wants his to do. She what's him to touch her like this, actually wants what he has to offer - because she f*****g likes it and she knows it.

Her bare chest heaves up towards him, her fingers working through the gathering wetness that's obvious to his hungry eyes. She runs a finger down through the slick and goes back to her clit, releasing an airy moan as she rolls her head on her shoulders.

"f**k," she hears him murmur and the rattle of his buckle, the drop of pants. "Keep that up baby, put on a show for me."

The next moan comes as a surprise to her at the words, her hand faltering but she catches herself before he says anything; maybe she could have went with a better distraction tactic. She didn't want to get hit, knew that's what would have come if she didn't distract him - and this was the surest way.

She feels his breath first, tongue second and it sends a jolt through her. She whimpers when his tongue brushes between her folds, nose bumping into her knuckles as he commands her to continue her clits torture. She squeezes her eyes and rolls her hips up off of the mattress, against him, begging for more with a silent gesture. His hands move down her thighs to her ass, pulling her hard against his velvet ministrations.

She bucks up against his mouth when he noses her fingers to the side, his tongue rubbing against her clit and causing her to moan again. Her fingers tighten in his hair, her body on fire; she pulls her heel up to the side of the bed, opening herself more for him.

"I love the way you taste," he murmurs as she cums in a weak o****m, her arm unable to hold her any long and she collapses into the mattress. "Love the way you look when you c*m," he licks his already shiny lips as he climbs up her body. "But I love the way you feel around me even more."

He fills her in one, easy stroke and her chest arches off of the bed without the warning. There's a slight twinge of pain as she clenches around his c**k, he seems to enjoy the tension with the groan he gives to her lips before capturing them with his. Her eyes close as she tries to relax into his rough kiss, his hands grabbing her thighs and pulling them taught around his hips.

He pulls from her slowly, but thrusts back in hard enough for her to feel it in her bones; she grunts. His hips rolls against hers and Marceline creases her brow when his hand finds hers like it does, pressing hers into the mattress.

She loves it, even with him hurting her with each thrust of his hips, contrasting so harshly with growing pleasure from the friction - him holding her hand keeps her. . .together, just a little bit. Makes things a little easier.

"f**k do that again," he growls when she squeezed his c**k with a pass over her g-spot; she moans into his ear. "Like that, baby girl? Like me f*****g you like this?"

"Yes, Edward," she whimpers and cries out when his fingers find her clit, roll it against one of his callouses. "O-Oh! Edward i-it feels so good," she grabs his shoulder with one hand, the sheets with the other. "F-f**k Edward! I'm gonna -"

"c*m for me, baby girl," he murmurs into her ear, her breasts rubbing up against his cheat aa he thrusts into her, fingers slippery against her slit. "That's it, c*m for me. . .oh f**k. . .cum for me, come on. . ."

Her stomach clenches, the pleasure growing and growing, getting tight in her belly and making her cling to him like her life depends on it. She can hear him stroking in and out of her, the wet sounds turning her on even more. Heat crawls up her spine, bursting across her neck and chest as she cums - hard.

"Edward!" She throws her head back, grinding her pelvis up hard against his.

Her thighs wrap tight around his hips, making it nearly impossible for him to keep his thrusts even with the way her p***y held him in a vice. His fingers tightened almost painfully around her hand, giving a small gasp as she panted and went limp around him. Her thighs hung off the edge of the bed, her eyes hooded on the ceiling as he panted above her.

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip as he pressed his forehead against her chest. "Edward," she whispered and he grunted. "Should. . .should I be scared of you?"

There was a long pause, his lips twisting against her skin. "Yeah. . .yeah, you should be scared of me," he murmured. "If you ever go against me. . .I'll kill you, Marceline."

Her heart stuttered.

Marceline bit her lip, but only for a split second. She reached up and grasped the back of his head, hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, pressing his lips against hers at her beckoning.