Mr. Holier Than Thou

Mr. Holier Than Thou •4• [part 1]

The shock was unparalleled to anything she had felt before in her life.

Méav's mind was completely blank. What had they been talking about just a moment ago? Today was a special day, but at this moment, she could not even recall why.

Where she was; how she got here or even what she was doing here did not matter. At this precise moment, all Méav could see was Alston in front of her eyes. His nose touching hers, the eyes fixated at her were only inches away.

All Méav could feel was Alston. His hands gripping her back, wrapped around in a lock, while her breasts was tight against his chest, her arms laying loose on her sides, seemingly lifeless.

All Méav could hear was utter silence, save for the gasps that she could not help but utter from deep inside her throat.

All Méav could taste was Alston. His lips smacked against hers in a brutal kiss, licking the outer edges of her lips, trying to penetrate the locked zip of her mouth, when suddenly his hand snaked to the front and skimmed over her breast.

Méav blinked, and she woke up from the trance she had been suspended in. Her body shivered unconsciously and goose bumps appeared all over.

Of a sudden she realized where she was. What she was doing here. Who she was with.

My Goddess! Today was my Cullen Ceremony and it was all ruined because of this atrocious /fae/!

Even as she was thinking this, Alston continued his assault on her lips. Méav tried to push his away, but his hands only tightened around her waist leaving her breathless. When her lungs became desperate, Méav opened her mouth to gulp much needed air into her body.

As soon as her mouth opened, Alston's marauding tongue slipped inside her mouth. Méav's eyes widened and she tried to jerk her face away, but his lips never left hers. He moved his tongue and glided over the hollows inside of hers, feeling, touching, branding.

Méav felt intoxicated, cajoled and something else. An elusive feeling she could not name. It was a need, an instinct. A flurry in the pit of her stomach that shot out to the rest of her body, jerking every corner awake.

His tongue moved in a rhythm, moving in and out like a dance.

It feels like a dream. What would it taste like to touch him in the same way?

Tentatively, Méav put her hands to his shoulders and touched his tongue in much the same way he had tasted hers.

Alston moaned deep in his throat and his hands tightened even more around her waist, bringing her closer to him, yet still not satisfied. He wanted to merge with her, make her one with him.

Forever his.

She felt too good in his arms and somehow he had known, from that day he lay his eyes on her in Groto's Sanct that it would be like this between them. This bond that even he didn't know how to explain.

When her tongue entered his mouth he lost control. He pushed her against the bark behind her and plunged into her mouth, following the hesitant movements of her tongue in a duel.

His hands roamed her hair, gripping them in his hands. It felt like silk wrapped around his hands and he marvelled at how soft it felt. Alston dragged his hands away from her hair to cup her face and was surprised when she moved her hands from his shoulders and locked them behind his neck in surrender.

He pulled his head back to look at her face.

Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be breathing as hard as him. It took her a moment to realize he was not kissing her anymore and her eyes blinked open as though waking from a delicious dream and Alston liked the effect he had on her. It was his only salvation.

This horrible feeling that she ignited in him suddenly made him frustrated.

How could I have lost my control? Just one word from her sets me in flames and that is not commendable. I, Alston, the Shadow Fae, lost my control because of this meagre servant? It should not have borne!

He looked back at her startled eyes and felt some satisfaction at having made her lose control as well. It was his only salvation-to know he affected her as she did him. But it was not enough.

I am a superior being; I should not succumb to an urchin.

"Well, Méav, did you enjoy yourself?" He had meant it to sound degrading and judging by the tightening of her lip muscles on Méav's face, Alston knew that he had hit his mark.

"You're vile." As she said the words, Méav gave yet another jerk. But this time, Alston let her go.

"Now, let's get back to what we were discussing, shall we Méav? It seems we have dawdled enough, and as much as I like pursuits of the flesh, I think we can postpone our joining until I get some answers."

She moved as far away from him as the space would allow and looked at him accusingly.

"I-I have nothing to answer for. Let me go back to the Cullen Ceremony Alston, you know the rules, so..." There was a pause she seemed to struggle with herself. Her brows drew together, and her demeanour looked humbled and somehow, he didn't like seeing her like this. "So...p-please, let me go back."

It took him a while to reply to her request and they both looked at each other. Their eyes arrested while their bodies stayed stock still. "No." That one word was dragged out of him. "You can't. Not now. Not ever."

"But why?" He could see her hands clenching beside her waist. She was no longer humble, but back to the feisty Méav he knew.

"You cannot be spoken for even if you go back to the Cullen Ceremony now." He replied calmly.

"What do you mean?"

"Its quite simple really. You are spoken for already. All that is required now is to seal the blood bond."

"B-But, you didn't even offer at the ceremony, and do not, do not tell me about the bargain you made with Mistress Cynlx. You and I both know what a weightless lie that is. It's preposterous, you can't do that!" The last was said almost hysterically.

"I can, and did. You are tiring my patience now Méav. I will explain this once, and never again do I want to have to repeat myself. Your Cullen Ceremony is void, it cannot, should not, have even taken place. I binded you to me ten summers ago when I projected my life force into Cynlx. She was your overseer, and as payment I gave her the greatest gift of all."

"So I'm really your...your...servant?

His smirk was malicious. "Undoubtedly."

this is the first part of ch 4, sorry couldn't write more, Canada's semi-hockey game is on right now, need to run and watch!

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Anywho, still to come, what exactly is Méav to be able to use magic?

Why really is the reason Alston bought her?

Why did the council permit a dark haired ecce into Flynn where they never have before?

What did Cynlx really gain by Alston's life force?