Nightingale | Hyung line FF✔

11

Five days ago-

"So you know a lot about this Celestial stuff?" I questioned Agatha as we took a break from training to look over some books and drink some tea. We sat at her table and enjoyed the afternoon breeze coming in from the windows.

"I do, I'm probably one of the only or few witches who have this knowledge." She smiled.

"How is that?" I asked her, curiously. She grinned, and sighed.

"Weren't we talking about your protectors, child? You need to know things if you're going to help them. You need to be prepared in case they're hurt." She changed the subject back to what we had been talking about.

"But.. they're immortal, right?" I asked, remembering my protectors.

"Yes, because they are yours and you are theirs. But they can still get hurt, just like you can. Everything has a weakness, can die even if they can live again. Nothing is completely immune to death... not even death herself. Your protectors can and most likely will get hurt... quite badly too. They might only be a little hurt thanks to Moria, but you need to prepare for when you put the veil up. When you do that... they'll have to protect you, have to fight for you, and they can and will get hurt." She sat back in her chair and examined the worried look on my face. "Relax, you can heal them... with your body. No matter the damage done... a sword through the heart, a knife in the neck, poison arrow to the gut, axe to the knee, magical death potions... anything can be cured by you using your body to heal theirs." She noticed my slightly confused look and laughed a bit.
"I'm talking about sex, Nightingale. Sex between you and your protectors is not only power enhancing and bond securing... but it also can heal both you and them. So use that, take advantage of that. It's a gift, and once you save them, their desire to fuck you senseless will be stronger than ever... you are a Celestial now." She grinned, I tried to take in her words.

"But.. what if I'm... I'm.." I stumbled, nervous to find the words.

"Untouched? You should be. You need to give yourself to them, and only them. That will make them stronger." Agatha assured me. "They will know what to do, and your instincts will take over once you're... well, partaking." She grinned again, clearly amused by my inexperience and nervousness. I had to be strong, if that she said is true.. both myself and them... will need to be our strongest. I had to accept that they might be hurt, and I knew I had to get over my worry of having sex and just go with it. Let them lead.

"You still haven't told me how you know all this stuff." I pouted, trying to not think on giving myself to the Masters.

"I knew a celestial once. She was bright, beautiful, and the most kindest soul I'd ever met." She smiled.

"You knew... a... celestial?" I asked, slightly confused. My mind tried not to think of what it was thinking in that moment.

"Mhm. The name she gave me was Sienna, and you look so much like her, Nightingale. Coincidence or not... that was her favorite bird." She smiled, a knowing smile. A happiness filled me then, and I knew I had to be at my best, to make the people in my life and no longer around, proud.


Present-

"Leave us." I said, turning to the others. With a little reluctance, but help from Agatha, the three other Masters and Brigsby left the study. I looked at Namjoon and helped him up from the chair.
"Come, Master Namjoon." I said softly, putting his arm around me as he held his other hand over his wound. I opened the door to the right, knowing this led to his bedroom. The room we were in was his study and office. I helped him to his bed, shutting the door behind us with my foot. Once he was seated on the bed, I stripped him of his shirt, and his pants. Leaving him in boxer briefs, a chill making him shiver slightly. He looked at me, reaching for me.

"Nightingale..." He whispered out.. his eyes closing and opening as he seemed to be trying to force the pain away. I reached under my dress, pulling my undergarments off. I wasn't able to untie the lacing in the back, but that bit didn't matter too much. I untied the laces in the front of the dress though.

"Lay back, Master Joon." I spoke softly, he laid back against the pillows, in a half sitting position. I pulled his boxers down and he reached for me, climbing up on top of him, I settled onto his lap, his half hard cock resting between my legs as it plumped up more. His lips attached to mine.

"Nightingale.. we... don't.." He tried to make the words but hissed in pain again.

"Joon... my Prince Charming, let me take... take the pain away. Let me heal you... power you." I said, reaching down and taking his hardening cock in my hand, lifting it to my entrance as I kneeled over him. I rubbed his cock-head along my moist folds, the sounds he made only making me wetter. As I lowered myself onto him, I was met with resistance and slight pain. I flinched a little and Joon put his hands on my waist.

"Relax... my sweet Nightingale. You have to relax, it will hurt for a moment, take a deep breath.. and let me feel you." He breathed out, still in pain but holding on. He moved his hands up my back and began to unlace my dress as I sank down on him. I held in a deep breath and breathed out slowly as the pain hit, I continued till he was fully inside of me. Moving my hand, I noticed a bit of blood on my fingers. Namjoon pulled his hands away from the back of my dress and took my hands in his.

"It's okay, Nightingale. Your body... it feels so good, I need more of it." he breathed, His hands moving back to the back of my dress as he unlaced the rest of it, he tugged the fabric down over my shoulders and then lifted it up from the bottom of my skirt. I pulled my arms from the sleeves and helped him remove my dress, both of us tossing the fabric till it was to the side. Leaving me in just the white garter and thigh high stockings I had attached to the garter.
The blood on Namjoon's hands from his wound streaked across my thighs as he slid his hands up them, sitting up a bit more... I knew what he wanted, I could feel the pull. His lips attached to mine, hungry demanding kisses as he gripped my hips and started to move me back and forth.
"Ah... You feel so good, my lovely Nightingale." He groaned, half in pain, half in pleasure. I pushed him back down gently with my hands. He obliged and let me have control as he healed. I watched his wound and started a rhythmic bounce that had my insides burning and begging for more. The sharp pain was long gone, replaced by an indescribable amount of pleasure that was coursing through me. I couldn't help the moans that scaped my lips, the sinful sounds of my body on his. He lifted his hips up, like he was begging for more. I bounced a bit harder on him, my inner walls clutching down around his thick cock as he slid in and out a ways, making me feel more alive than I have ever felt.

"Namjoon." I moaned. Namjoon thrusted a bit harder, I looked down at his wound as I moaned again. The wound was closing, healing itself at a fast pace, and Namjoon was getting noticeably stronger. He lifted me, rolled us over and then slid back inside of me in one deep thrust. I moaned, my legs wrapped around him as I reached for his shoulders. He held my leg up, thrusting into me with such power. It felt so good, too good.
"Namjoon! I... I..." I didn't know what was happening but it felt so damn good. Like the world was fading away and there was nothing but he and I on this bed in the middle of nothing.

"Let go, Nightingale. Cum for me... give me your power and I'll give you mine. MINE." he growled, his hips moving at an incredible speed, driving into me hard and fast, causing my body to shake and glow, and his eyes were glowing... he was glowing too. Everything felt heightened and my breathing was erratic, I sucked in air as everything crashed around me at once. Namjoon's thrusts got sloppy and both of us cried out in ecstasy.
Namjoon slid out of me, rolling off to the left, he wrapped his arms around me, both of us breathing heavily.
"That was much more than I thought it would be, my precious Nightingale." He breathed. I smiled and his lips met mine, in a soft sweet kiss.