Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirty-Six

(WARNING: YET ANOTHER VIVID SEX SCENE

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Castiel and Sam reluctantly take the motel room next door to give Kai and Dean their space. But with her still unconscious, Dean couldn't do much but sit and wait. He turns to see the nearest clock, 2:20am. Sighing, running his knuckles over his face, realizing his hands were still stained red. Watching as they timidly shake. He stands from his chair, making his way to the bathroom to viciously scrub off as much as he can. Regretfully looking at himself in the mirror. Stuck in the void of self hate, of anger, of Cain, staring back at him. Dean shakes himself free, knowing he had to. For Kyiah's sake. He turns on the water to the shower and loosens out his bow tie, allowing it to dangle around the collar of his white dress shirt. He walks back into the main room to find Kyiah upright, a hand to her forehead. Her posture, still just as elegant as ever.

"Kai." He hurries to the bed, practically tackling her in his arms. "You're okay?" He checks in fear, running his hand over her cheek. She closes her eyes, weakly touching his hand.

"I'm okay." She nods, surprisingly calm, moving his hand to her thigh.

"Don't ever do that again, you understand me?" His voice raw, fighting back the lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry." She whispers, scooting herself closer toward him. He pulls back on his scolding, watching Kyiah's eyes trail over his suit.

"You could have gotten hurt.."

"I know.." She whispers again, leaning her face to his.

"If something were to happen to you...I don't..I don't know what I'd do.." His words slow as his eyes eat away at her entrancing gravity.

"Nothing's going to happen to me." She said. Letting her hand grace his face, feeling his slide up the slit of her dress. "Because you're here to protect me."

"Right." He pledges, out of breath as she pulls the loose tie from his neck.

"Right." She grazes her lips to his, watching his eyes shut. His fingers tracing under the fabric as he kisses her. Still trembling ever so slightly as he pushes further, feeling her adjust beneath him, laying back into the mattress.

"We are not done here." He exhales. "We're talking about this later." He dictates, Kyiah bites her lip, nodding before pulling him back in by his shirt. He ferociously frenches, feeling himself rise through his dress pants as Kyiah clings to him. He unlatches to suck just under her jaw, finding the zipper of her formal dress. She arches her back as he pulls down, nearing the end of its material. Allowing her to slip free from her dress as he tosses it to the floor, while she abrasively strips off his suit jacket. Kai lay revealed, her body expertly exposed. Complete nude aside from a thin black thong. The sight quickly hardens Dean more, his jaw fell, almost unaware of the fact he was close to drooling. Every time he sees her nude, it was as if he was seeing it for the first time. Bathed in a beautiful virtuous glow. Kyiah brings herself closer by her grip, undoing the buttons of his white shirt. Feeling his arm wrap around her arching back, chests touching.

Their kissing syncs as Dean rips off his shirt. His hand travels down her body, slipping in between her legs. He swirls his fingers around her silken panties, wetting her. Pulling them aside to spit hard against her revealed clit, watching her body tense in arousal. Gracing her with a single finger, massaging in and out of her perfected hole. Feeling his pre-cum leak as her warm walls slick his middle finger. "How do you do that to me?" He breathes erotically. "How'd you make me so fucking weak?" He moans, brushing his lips against hers as he speaks. That tasty southern dialect dripping off his tongue into her mouth. He could feel her quiver beneath his touch as he pushed his fingers deeper into her, responding with a sultry moan. Dean moves his mouth over her nipple, sucking, tenderly nibbling as he applies more pressure inside her now dribbling pussy. Watching her face twist and pout in pleasure, she caught his lingering focus, emphasizing her volume. Distinguishing the horny look in his eye as he watches every steamy reaction. She smiles wide as his hand harshly grips her throat. Making her aura pulse into vision. Pulling himself out of her, releasing a breath from her clenched windpipe as he kissed his way down her body.