The Guild of the Forsaken

CHAPTER 40 - Jealousy Is the Tie That Binds, and Binds

My Silver Lining - First Aid Kit

November 8th 2024

GOTHAM CITY

WAYNE MANOR

Fingertips trail along taught muscle leaving a burning inferno in their wake.

Delicate patterns are traced by trimmed nails that lightly scrape the skin. Shudders rack his body as Bridgette's featherlight touch continues to explore the plains of his abdominals.

Stomach clenching as an insatiable hunger begins to claw its way through his wired system, harsh swallows tear down his throat as his back arches and warm palms grasp blindly for something, anything to ground him as all rational thoughts flee his mind. Eyes glassy and unfocused barely register that the ochre curtains that drape over the frame of his bed no longer hold their rich colouring. 

A breathy giggle reaches his ears, his body jerking as Bridgette drags a calloused finger-tip along the V of his hips.

An uncontrolled roll of his hips only encourages the hunger more as they painfully make contact with warm flesh. "It's fascinating how sensitive you are," Bridgette whispers, Damian can only whimper in response as her warm breath fans over the edge of his loose trousers that seem to lower with the continued unrestrained rocking of his hips.

"Tease," Damian finally manages to choke out before his breath is taken roughly by another passing touch, this one pressing deeper and diving into the pool of hunger that seems to chant incomprehensible words that echo painfully in his melting mind.

Bridgette's hands much to Damian's pained relief and despair leave the burning region of his hips and begin to travel up his sides. He shivers harshly trying desperately to keep his back firmly on the bed.

Her momentary absence leaves a painfully deep ache that settles deeper with each second her skins spends away from his own.

Bridgette settles herself over his hips her thighs holding him hostage. Damian is helpless the only relief from the overwhelming accumulation of feelings is to release a deep groan, his body writhing helplessly on the tussled sheets.

His hands almost instinctively and without prompting fly to her soft thighs and grip tight in an effort to relive the pressure that is boiling within, the hunger refusing to relent.

Biting down onto his tongue hard enough so that the harsh taste of metal begins to fill his tightened throat, he chokes in a pitiful effort to bury the scream fighting its way out. Damian can only whimper again as she begins to move above him, slowly rocking in a way that brings about a new wave of perspiration and laboured breaths as his lungs desperately fight for oxygen. Through the fog of blood and unrelenting thirst.

But all he can feel his her.

And the hunger.

But to the rest he is fitfully blind.

She carved her way into his brain, into his blood and he is unsure whether to be elated or horrified.

Rationality appears to have fled their cape billowing behind them.

Bridgette begins to relent in her movement turning sluggish as her weight grinds down with more force against the hardness beneath her. Damian ungraciously attempts to lift his head to get a glimpse at the woman who has cruelly carved out his very being and replaced it with her own.

The curtains pulse with unearthly colour as Damian pries his eyes open. A dull ringing creeping its way softy into the crevices of his mind. The only thing not seeming to edit itself for Damian's awakening is the hunger that has only seems to increase in demand and vigour, making his nails dig in harshly to soft flesh enough to break skin. The rivets of blood trail down his wrist following the lines his veins.