Eva Triology: {{ So Realistic }} [COMPLETED]

Double damn

WARNING: This chapter contains strong words and sexuallity. You have been warned.

I stare right in his eyes. What I see can not be explained with words to make it more realistic for you to visual it in your head. His green eyes are pitch black and they are staring right at me, like he wants to swallow me right at that moment.

I step back trying to regain my stabile position, but I can't concentrate while those holes are staring directly at me. From somewhere, I find my sheet and cover myself to avoid any eye contact with that monster I married.

I hear footsteps getting louder, which means someone is coming in my way. I can't put myself together to move that fear out of my bones. I feel a tight grip on my shoulder and overly protective sheet moves it away instead of me. I thank my sheet and she simply nods and closes its eyes then rests her corner on the top of my head.

"Eva, you have nothing to fear from. You are safe," I hear Dean's voice echo through my sheet and then in my head, like bells, you know? I shake my head left and right, disobeying his calm statement. I will not move this sheet from myself, I don't want to face Harry being like this. That is not the man I married, or is it?

"I will stand like this, while you do your thing," I say with trembling voice.

"Okay," Dean says calmly and what I assume is that he moved away from me back to Harry, now staring back at him. Can demons transfer to other while staring? I am not sure. So I come next to Dean and cover him with my sheet. Sheet gets angry a little bit because I just invited a man in my shelter. Dean looks at me, confusion written all over his beautiful features. I stare back at him, tilting my head because he is so tall. All of them are tall, except of me.. little midget down there.

"What is it?" He asks. I shrug with my shoulders and stare at his lips. They are so puffy and kissable. I wonder how would they feel against my lips. I bite my own lip and keep my hands to myself, I don't want him to think I was some kind of lunatic. When a lunatic is right outside of this sheet.

"I.. I feel scared that he might possess you.. you know, while you stare at him," I say and look down and the only place I can look is his crotch so I look at him again, like I said... I don't want him to think I was a horny lunatic. Oh, this demon pregnancy is taking the best of me. I feel his hands around my body as he gets us close. Well, as close as we can get if we take the fact that my tummy is way bigger now than it was before. This is rapidly growing, and yes I am scared.

"You don't have to be. We are here to protect you. He can't transfer into another body just by looking at them," Dean explains and for a second, I swear, he looked at my lips. Is that a sign I should kiss him? No, wait... I am married. To a possessed man, but still.

"Should I kiss you now? I  don't know how this works," I ask and mentally slap myself for being this dumb. Dean smiles a little and bites down on his lip. Well, I think I am over heating because of his action. That is super sexy when he does it. I stare at his lips that get bigger and bigger by every second. That means he is leaning down to kiss me.

I stand on my tip toes and kiss him, lustfull and heated kiss we share. His lips are rough but very smooth and soft, I could get lost in the softness he possesses. I grab his neck and hang myself at him, his hands are all over my body but not where I want them. So I grab them and move them to my heated core.

My hand flies to his crotch, already hard and ready to fuck. He moans in my lips and he moves my pants away so he can reach to my vagina, then with one smooth action my panties go puff, away. And now, its his finger and my bare skin on fire. I can't believe what is happening, we are below my allowing sheet and in front of my husband and his brother.

"We better go in my bedroom," I say and he nods, happily. I straighten my clothes and put my pants back on and move my sheet. His buldge is visible but he can cover it with my pillow.

We look at Sam and Harry, he  looks at me confused, almost hurted. While Sam is doing one of his girly expressions, not allowing anything of this.

"We are going shopping.. in my room," I say quickly and pull Dean's hand to follow me. He almost falls over but manages to keep his balance as he followes me in step. We enter my poorly decorated room and continue to kiss passionately. I mean, passion was oozing out of us and it could not wait any longer to be tamed. Dean places his big hands on my hips and grips me tightly, then throws me on bed.

Quickly after, he is slowly cravling on top of me. Sexuallity rising within seconds and taking over the both of us. Before we connect our lips again, he takes of his shirt, revealing the prettier side of him. His body is muscled and nicely tanned, he has a tattoo on his left boob muscle and I run with my fingers over it.

He takes of my shirt and looks at my stomach. I feel ashamed because this stomach was big and ugly, so I cover it with my sheet that is currently staring at Dean. Naughty sheet.

"Don't worry, once we get rid of demon, your baby will disappear too," He says and bents down to kiss me and retrieve that passion we had before. He managed to do so, I run with my hands all over his body and bring him tightly against my bare upper body. We take the remaining clothes out of the way and continue to kiss.

His hands are steady on my cheeks as his all weight is on me. But I can bare it. I don't look at his manhood at all because I am scared, he notices and shows him, the size was undeniable. He is huge and he pulsated, clearly unwilling to wait any longer. Dean's eyes are dark green now as he is staring at me. I smile to him and grab his manhood, earning a throaty groan from him.

I like how it sounds coming from him, I start pumping his cock and lick his tip, it was like a cherry and now I couldn't stop. He is a moaning mess as his head is pinned on the pillow that is hugging his head. I take him in my mouth and bob my head up and down, determined to make him groan some more.

"Thats it..." he says and takes my body positioning himself on my enterance. Will I be able to take him all in? I am about to find out, "Are you ready?" He asks and I nod eagerly. He slowly enters and I whimper. Half of it and I am done. He is thick and huge, perfect combination that can satisfy every woman on this planet.

My body is numb and we didn't even start what we wants to do. Before I know it he is all inside me and he is waiting for me to adjust. I start to circle with my hips, riding him slowly. By every passing second it  is better and better and I am hungry for more. I moan loudly as I tremble. He is looking at me all fascinated and half satisfied. He is holding my hips and deepens my movements, his own hips rocking along with mine.

I lower my body just enough to put my hands on his defined chest and I start to go up an down, again slow. He grips my ass and tries to go faster but I got tired and couldn't cooperate as he wants and needs.

So he turns us around and he is on top of me now. Our privates still connected, he starts rocking his hips, rolling into me with gentle force. He gets faster and faster, going deeper every time he would go out. I roll with my head and let out a long moan which makes him smile. But soon that smile was erased.

All of the sudden I feel nothing but pure pain. It is unbearable and it got me twisted in a ball, agony running through my body as I pray for it to stop. I hear loud latin words that echo in my ears and send a new flash of burning pain, ending in my stomach. Dean moves himself from me and places his boxers back, bulge still visible. I try to stand up and shut whoever is doing this to me, but my legs are too weak to hold my body.

When I look up Dean is no where to be found. I shove my head in my pillow and groan loudly in pain, I am out of breath and my vision is poor. It feels like someone is ripping the living soul out of me and that is not pleasant at all.

Just as I am about to let Angels take me.. pain stops. As if it was never real, or existed in the first place. All I see is a pool of blood and no bump, as if I was never pregnant.

Double damn.