Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series

Blows

"Crowley, block him!" I shouted, snagging a shield lying nearby and tossing it to him. Crowley hefted the metal disk just in time to block the axe Pavara swung at his head. The clang of metal on metal rang throughout the village. My hands flew to my mouth, watching as Crowley shoved him back. 

The Serpent flung the disk at Pavara, catching the warrior in the chest. He stumbled back a few feet, giving Crowley a chance to grab a massive claymore from the nearest Nephilim to him. He slid into a fighting stance. 

I stepped back, watching the two men duel. Crowley threw himself at the warrior, using his speed as an advantage. Pavara blocked several blows with the shield, getting on his feet. 

I was used to fighting, it was part of Nephilim life, but when it was Crowley on the line...I didn't have the stomach for it. Shaking, I covered my eyes, bile rising in my throat. 

There was a gasp as something heavy hit the ground. My heart lurched in my throat as I uncovered my eyes, fearing the worst. 

But it was far more than I could have hoped for. 

Pavara laid flat on his back, the claymore protruding from his chest. Crowley stood over him, shoulders slumped, gasping for air. I was so relieved that I started crying as I ran towards him.

"Crowley!" I sobbed, throwing my arms around my serpent. Crowley wrapped me in a tight hug, swinging me in a circle. 

"You did it," I gasped, kissing him. Crowley smiled at me, yellow eyes gleaming in the light of the bonfire. 

"It'll take more than a walking boulder to discorperate me," He laughed, then turned to the elders with a devilish grin, "I guess you're bloody well stuck with me."