AngelHeart

Chapter Nine

“At least tell me your name,” Malachi said, laying on the ground, her rapier pointed at his chest, his hand still grasping the small golden locket by its chain. “Caiyne,” she said, cutting a cross on the right side of his face, “now go before I change my mind.” “Caiyne,” he repeated to himself, holding his now bleeding cheek. Caiyne left the room, rapier in hand, pointing towards the ground before steathing it.
It would be another sixteen years until she saw him again on the battlefield as a prisoner of war. She was only able to recognise him by the scar she had given him all those years ago. His long black hair, ragged and full of mange, his beard rough but not full, and his eyes a piercing purple, but the most notable feature the cross-shaped scar that ran down the right sight of his face, Caiyne saw the scar on this prisoner and knew that she had to find a moment to be alone with him, if for naught more than mere curiosity. As fate would have it she was to be the one standing guard over his cell. “You there,” Caiyne said, her face covered by a helmet, “prisoner what’s your name?” Malachi startled to hear a familiar voice said, “Caiyne?” Caiyne jumped, her armour rattling slightly as she did so, before saying, “So it is you, I never did catch your name all those years ago.” “It’s Malachi,” he said, his heart skipping a beat.
And so they talked everytime other the years, that she was the one guarding his cell and a romance soon blossomed. She soon found herself wanting to feel his touch, she wanted more than just the honeyed words that they had shared, but knew such a thing was extremely forbidden, the only way that this dream of hers was to become reality would be to help him escape.
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“And so I helped him escape,” Caiyne said to James. “I kissed him good-bye and I stayed with the Army of Heaven (A.O.H.) for a few years meeting him in secret. Until we were caught one day I feld abandoning all ties to my former life.” “That’s quite the love story,” James said, hung on every word of her tale. “Aye,” Caiyne said, “Now that the canteens are filled we ought to be heading back.” “Right,” he said.
We’re back,” James said, passing out the canteens. “Malachi, I need a moment," Caiyne said. “And where are you two off too,”Rowan said. “Is it too much to ask for a private moment alone with my lover,” she said, “not that it’s any of your business.” Rowan blushed, and then simply just walked away because that is a fight he does not want. As soon as they were far enough from the rest of the party Caiyne said in a very serious tone, “Malachi, I need to tell you something that you cannot tell the others.” “What is it,” he asked. “Okay, here goes nothing,” she said, taking a deep breath and extended her hand to the void, a dark black shadowy aura surrounded her as she summoned the Blade of Chaos, the dark aura cloud surrounding the blade the purple lightning coming off the legendary weapon, every bit as hateful as it was back in the ruins of Merivale. Malachi was bearing witness to Caiyne’s new power firsthand, her eyes beautiful brown eyes now crimson red, her smooth caramel colored skin now a pale white, while the shadow aura of wrath surrounded her, but he wasn’t scared, to him she was just as beautiful as the day she gave him the scar on his cheek. “Malachi, please sa-” Caiyne managed to say before he pinned her against a tree in a passionate kiss, she dropped the sword and reverted back to her normal self as the Blade of Chaos dissipated. “I love you,” he said to her, undoing her breastplate as it fell to the ground, kissing her neck. “I love you too,” she said, her breathing heavier as she undid his harness, as he took off her shirt exposing her supple breasts, her nipples starting to get hard. “Fuck me,” she said undoing his pants exposing, long, stiff cock, the veins throbbing just barely visible under the skin. “As you command,” he said, turning her around, pinning her to the tree yet again before pulling down her pants and sticking two fingers inside of her, going in and out, before finally sticking his cock inside of her. He started with shallow pententration, with each thrust going deeper and deeper inside her until he was penetrating her with all of his cock, her moans loud and lustful, as he had her pinned against the tree, one hand groping her breast, the other on her hip guiding his thrust as he thrust harder and harder, going at her like a wild animal. He then threw her on the ground on back and got on top of her and started to suck on her breasts all the while going in and out of her using his fingers before finally inserting himself into her again, as she moaned with ecstasy digging her nails into his back, only for him to thrust slower and harder with each passing thrust for what seemed like an eternity to Caiyne. The juices flowed from her orgasms as he continued to pound her, until finally neither of them could take it anymore and reached sanctimonioius climax together, their breathing heavy as he rolled  off of her, she had this new feeling of excitement that she had never known before today, is it because she finally revealed herself as the new Sin of Wrath to he man she loved, incurring his ‘sexual wrath’ in return she wondered, as she turned to face him with the most coy smile upon her face.
He turned his head to face her, still trying to catch his breath, “So you’re the new Sin of Wrath,” he said to her, smiling and starting to laugh. “Yeah,” she said nervously, “the old Wrath transfered his Sin to me.” She thought about telling her of her plans to kill Raziel but she couldn’t bring herself to do that just yet, her pact still in effect. “You cannot tell the others, I have a plan to save your brother but this only works if I keep you in the dark for a little while longer,” Caiyne said, sitting up her legs still shaking from the events a few moments prior. “If it gets him out alive, you have my undying loyalty and trust just as you always have,” Malachi said, standing up and pulling up his pants, before taking her hand and helping her to her feet, her balance slightly off. “I love you,” said, sliding her pants back on. “I love you too,” he said, as they finished getting dressed, before heading back to the others.
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A blood price, Zamor thought to himself, not wanting his child’s life to end, he had to think quickly, no matter the cost his queen could not know of his plan, better off for everyone. Zamor found himself dawning garments meant for those who lived in squallor, as itchy dirty as they were no price was too high compared to that of young James, he had sent word to AnnMarie’s father days before the birth. He had changed the order of his men to hold Sebastian at the gate, as he snuck out of the castle, a commoner’s sword on his waist, a sack of coin, and young James wrapped in his blanket, with all his preparitons Zamor made his way for the main gate into town.