The spellbroken king, p.19
The Spellbroken King, page 19
Chapter sixteen
Celeste
Holy fucking hells, I wasn't prepared for the sheer amount of pain, burning, and itchiness that flooded every part of my body after I laid eyes on the text.
Ominous had taken us to the second safe house to allow my powers to awaken, the same safe house I escaped with the help of Max. I had mixed feelings about being back. I knew I was no longer Ominous’s caged pet, but the same feelings tittered in the back of my head like an annoying bug that wouldn’t go away. I had to remind myself that we were finally mates.
Things had changed dramatically between us. The bond we shared was something substantial, powerful, and new. It scared me at the magnitude of it all. I’ve never been with someone I’ve felt so strongly for; I didn’t know this kind of love existed.
Love…
There was no other word to describe what was between us now. The chemistry we shared since our first meeting, the energy that sparked whenever we were near each other, and the feelings of knowing each other for centuries all stemmed from one possible place.
I was madly in love with Ominous Daemonium, the lost prince. I was in love with his rough but caring ways and his over-protective nature; by the Gods, I was even in love with his dry sense of humor. I knew I shouldn’t have felt that way for a man I met a few months ago, but there was no denying that cosmic connection we shared. The best part was I knew he felt it, too. It is evident by how he held me close last night, how he bathed me with care, and how his eyes would follow my every movement.
Was he a bit possessive and clingy, following me too close while I got dressed that morning and while I made our breakfast? Yes, but I was of him as well. I didn't imagine Mr. tall-dark-and-handsome would have been the clingy type, but I loved it all the same. There was a certain softness to his harshness after we sealed our mating bond, like a new emotion sparked to life in him I hadn't seen before. It was as if some of his darkness melted away to reveal a tiny tea-light candle flickering away.
All those thoughts were far away from me as I lay curled on the ground in the fetal position. My eyes watered with tears before they spilled onto my cheeks, leaving burning fire trails down my face.
Is this what magic felt like? Burning and itching? Is that why Ominous was always so hot? If that was the case, he must be insanely powerful.
I cried out louder as another wave of pain crashed into me before I felt stillness. Utter calm and tranquility slowly replaced the feelings of discomfort as the magic settled within my very bones. It was like I suddenly had all the knowledge I needed to wield my powers. All the knowledge my ancestors worked their lifetimes to master and control filled me, and all I needed to do was read the spells on the pages. I felt a lifetime of their pain and misery in just a few short minutes.
Ominous stood a few feet away, his red eyes severe and hard. I knew he was trying so hard not to touch me right now. I felt the internal struggle coming off him in the waves of his magic touching mine.
“I-I’m okay,” I muttered, standing up, dusting off the soft yellow dress Ominous gave me before we left his home. I had questioned how Ominous knew what size and style I liked, but then I remembered I was his job, his final assignment. If there was one thing I knew about Ominous, it was that he was a planner, always thinking and calculating.
Moments before my wobbly feet gave out beneath me, Ominous grabbed my arms to balance me, his red cape kicking up dirt at his speed.
“Are you okay?” He questioned, his gaze searching mine as if looking for any signs of injuries.
I told him he couldn’t touch me until I finished my reading. Spell after spell, causing insane pain just to read. It was like the magic burned a brand into my body, forcing it to remember the spells via pain. I was thankful the book was small and held only a dozen or so spells, but each one had such a power and weight to it.
“Yes.” I smiled up at him reassuringly, “I know the spells now…I know which ones we’ll need to stop the Hidden Order…I’m just not sure how to utilize them.” I said honestly, “I’ve never performed magic before.” I felt different like my blood was energized, yet I was at a loss on how to utilize all the energy singing through me. I know other-kin can summon it on command, while humans like me would use wands or potions to call forth theirs. What would a Spellbreaker need? Anything?
My soon-to-be king knelt before me, his broad wings stretched behind him in a beautiful display of power and pride. It was refreshing knowing he was comfortable enough around me to keep them out. I've seen other-kin with wings before, but never ones so large and bat-like. The sun filtered through them like the thin autumn leaves that surrounded us.
In the light of a soft morning, he looked ethereal with his long white hair, horns, and wings, like he was a god among men, not some monstrous creature he feared he was.
“Magic is something that comes naturally from your being; you do not have to force it. We can practice some here before we set our plan into motion. You have to trust yourself, my prey. Command the magic within.” He cooed sweetly, his mouth inches from mine, before planting a tender kiss on them.
Gods, I didn’t want this kiss to end. The softness of his lips, the feeling of his fangs pressed against me, rosed my lust. Without the fated mate's magic pushing us to fuck constantly, I was able to savor moments like this.
All too soon, he broke away, “Try one. I trust you know which ones you’ll need to aid me.” He spoke reverently before retaking his position a few feet away from me, standing as a guard to a queen would.
I thought I loved the old Ominous, so calculating and rueful, but this Ominous, the one that treated me like gold, had my heart and panties melting, I loved even more. Who knew I would have fallen head of heels for my demonic bounty hunter turned prince?
Taking a deep, steadying breath, my gaze landed on a nearby tree not too far away. With the warmth of the morning sun caressing my skin, I focused my energies inwardly, remembering to spell the third spell, Shatter, I think it was called. I didn't understand what the odd symbols on the page meant, but somewhere deep inside, I felt like I knew what it meant.
Closing my eyes, I bit my lip hard enough to draw just the tiniest amount of blood. I’m a Spellbreaker, and my blood was magic, so that meant I needed blood for this part, right? My finger reached inside my mouth, swiping a drop of crimson liquid.
I allowed my mind to go completely blank before snapping my eyes back open, the spell words spilling from my lips in an odd tongue I didn’t recognize. Was I speaking gibberish? It didn't sound like any spells I've ever heard in my lifetime.
Warmth ignited my bones for just a moment before returning to normal.
As the cantrip stopped, silence filled the air along with the heavy fog of morning mist. The blood on my finger was gone, leaving a sheen of spit behind. Did I mess up? Why was nothing happening?
Just before I could open my mouth to complain, a loud cracking noise echoed in the stillness before the tree I stared at exploded in the center, sending shards of wood, bark, and branches flying. Ominous was on me in a heartbeat, his wings encasing me protectively as he clutched me to his warm body.
After the noise settled, he pulled back to reveal the tall oak tree shattered into thousands of pieces, looking as if a bomb had gone off on it.
“I…I did that? I barely used any of my powers, though!” I gasped, my eyes wide. A shaking hand covered my mouth.
Laughter filled the air as Ominous released me, “I see my queen is a humble one.” He joked sarcastically.
“Oh, hush!” I retorted meekly, still in awe at myself. Not all that long ago, I wasn’t aware I even had powers, but judging by that tree and what little effort it took, I was pretty powerful.
Concern and worry flooded my mind. What if I can’t control it? What if I hurt Ominous or others?
I looked at my king apprehensively as he flexed his wings, knocking the dirt and debris from them.
“Do…do you ever worry about hurting me, Ominous?” I asked. If I was this powerful, Ominous had to be ten times more powerful than me. Surely, he must have the same concerns as I had about hurting the people he cared about.
He remained silent as he studied me with his assessing gaze.
“No.” He said with a bored expression on his face. There was his dry humor again.
“Jerk…” I quipped before turning back to the tree. I wish there was more time I could practice them all, time to learn and get comfortable with these abilities, but I knew that wasn't possible. The Order was after me, after us both. Whatever plans they had for us were already in motion, and we had to strike before they could.
“…I do worry, Celeste.” Ominous spoke in a low tone, “You are the first human I’ve ever been close to, the first I’ve ever fucked, and the first virgin I’ve ever bedded. You are such a tiny creature compared to me.”He moved closer, coming to rest beside me once more.
A blush crept its way across my cheeks.
"You don't have to point out everything." I muttered back in embarrassment.
“But, I’m also aware that you are stronger than you realize. I might be a powerful demon, but I could also feel the power in you. You were able to break the spell holding back all my powers; that fact alone should tell you how strong you truly are.” He spoke in a sincere tone that sent tiny goosebumps over my arms.
“I was able to explode a tree with a few words…what happens if I accidentally say the wrong thing at the wrong time?” My brows drew together as I squeezed my arms around my waist. Fear and self-doubt danced in my stomach uncomfortably at the thought.
Ominous chuckled lightly before scooping me up in his large arms, resting my butt on his forearm like one would do with a parrot. I wasn’t small like a parrot by any means, but our size differences became more apparent by that simple gesture.
“It’s all about intentions, Celeste. If you intend to cause harm, you will. Someone could also intend to cause pleasure.” A sinister grin graced his beautiful face as his free hand caressed my arm. As soon as his skin met mine, a soft roll of energy poured over my arm, running down my body and landing at the apex of my thighs.
Gasping, I nearly fell off his arm in surprise.
“T-that’s new!” I choked out, rebalancing myself by grasping his hard bicep.
“Did you think I would reveal all my cards during our first mating, my little prey?” The demon’s eyes flashed brighter for a moment, “We have so much left to explore…after.” His voice dripped with desire before he leaned down, allowing me to hop off his arm.
“Shall we try a few more before we rest?” Ominous asked.
I swallowed back my desire and nodded.
As I practiced more spells, the scary part was I didn’t have to think to do them. They came into my head as naturally as thoughts of Ominous did. It was like they were a part of my soul now, able to be conjured up with just a mere notion.
First, I scorched the ground nearby with a radiant crimson flame, smiling inwardly at myself. Easy enough. Next, I screamed a piercing shriek, my voice causing several birds and wildlife nearby to fall from the trees. The tiny thuds of their bodies filled the air around them, and I hoped to the Gods they were just knocked out and not dead. Finally, I wanted to try out one of the more potent spells.
I glanced at Ominous, who stood as my silent protector through this whole ordeal. I motioned him to stand beside me.
He obeyed without hesitation, his beautiful white hair billowing behind him as he strode gracefully to me. Dropping to one knee in front of me, he wore a quizzical expression.
Without a word, I reached up and ran my thumb across one of those pearly white fangs. It cut my finger with ease, the crimson blood pooling around my newly sliced flesh. This one required a bit more blood than just a bite inside my mouth could produce.
This time, not sending Ominous away, I turned my back to him, pressing into him for stability and comfort, like one would do when firing a weapon. Focusing harder on this spell, I envisioned a long trail of blood leaving my body, forming a thin, wirelike weapon.
Opening my eyes, I was greeted by nothing.
“Oh…” I pouted, “I guess this one is a bit harder.” I muttered, worry once again returning.
“Not every spell is easy, my prey.” Ominous wrapped a hand around mine, turning it over, allowing the blood to pool at my palm instead of the ground, “Sometimes, it’s just about hand positioning. Try it again.” He commands in that deep voice of his.
Sighing, I closed my eyes once again and whispered the foreign words that came on their own.
This time, when I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of a long, withering cord of blood, and I smiled at the grotesque thing. I did it! I’m fortunate I wasn’t scared of blood. That would be like a fish terrified of water.
After a few more practice runs, we returned to the nearby safehouse for the afternoon to relax. Resting on the couch I had once sat a month and a half ago, Ominous sat across from me. The large chaise lounge looked much too small under his large frame, yet he sat comfortably and gracefully. The future king laid back; his arms stretched out the length of the chaise with one leg crossed over the other. He oozed power and sensuality in such a primal male way that always seemed to turn me on.
Thoughts of magic and all that I learned today left my mind as I replayed the previous night's events. Surprisingly, there was no pain the morning I woke up. Maybe he used some healing magic on me? I never knew sex would be so earth-shattering, so cosmically orgasmic. And the amount of cum he could produce was astonishing…was that a demon thing or an Ominous thing? I had so much to learn, but I was eager to be taught.
A horrifying thought popped into the back of my mind.
Pregnancy.
The word made me blink a few times. Holy fuck, why didn’t I ask about that sooner! Could a demon and a human produce offspring? I knew some kin-folks couldn’t breed with each other, like orcs and fairies, but others could, like were-kin and humans, vampires and orcs, elves and dragonkin, to name a few.
My stomach churned sickeningly. I guess with everything going on, the thought never occurred to me! I was a half-virgin till last night; I never had to question ever being pregnant before.
“We will first encounter several wards meant to keep everyone who isn’t working for the Order out. To remove said wards, you must focus your spells directly on the trees marked with them…Celeste, are you listening?” His voice drew my attention away from our night of passion, throwing me back into the realness of our situation.
“Yeah…I’m…Sorry. I have to ask this first. Could…” My voice trailed off as I suddenly felt uncomfortable. If I didn’t ask, I wouldn’t be able to focus even for a moment on anything else until I knew for sure.
“Last night…” I spoke softly.
“What about it? Are you hurting? I made sure to heal you before you drifted off. Did I not do enough?” Concern edged his voice as he sat up straighter, no longer looking relaxed or comfortable. Gods, he was an adorable creature.
“No, that’s not it. I mean…could humans and demons…make babies?” I trailed off, my eyes fixed on the ground, refusing to meet his concerned stare.
Silence thickened the air, and I wished I could curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment. Why was I always embarrassed around this man? Probably due to my lack of experience up until this point.
“Oh. I see. You want to know if I planted an heir in that sexy belly of yours.” Ominous stated in a relieved tone, the worry gone from his voice.
“Ominous, do you have to say it like that!” I choked out, my hands coming to cover my face as I groaned, “Just answer the question, should I be worried?” I muttered.
“Unfortunately, no. We demons get to choose who we get pregnant or if we just fuck for fun. You can thank the incubus blood in me for that trait. Pregnancy would complicate an incubus’s life purpose if everyone he fucked got pregnant.” Ominous said in a reassuring tone, settling back into his comfortable position.
I sucked in a breath of air and released it slowly.
“Thank the Gods…” I sat back, my cheeks slowly returning to their original color as I felt the heat leave my face.
“But…” He trailed off, leaning forward once more. Cupping my face roughly, his sharp nails dug into my tender flesh enough to remind me of his true strength.
“I do intend to give you a child when the time comes. I want to plant my seed so deep inside you and watch that cute belly swell, knowing it's my child in there. You are mine, Celeste. I will corrupt you with my seeds in due time.” He spoke so sinfully that it made my pussy tighten with anticipation. His voice had an almost threatening, otherworldly tone that sent shivers down my spine, “I have a whole family to repopulate, after all.”
A breath caught in my throat at his words. I never envisioned myself with children before, but I would gladly carry a few for him. I didn’t have the luxury of dreaming of an everyday life like having children or being married; I was too consumed with trying to make ends meet. But after we defeat the Order, maybe I could dream.
“Anyways…” He released my face, sitting back yet again, this time with an obvious bulge pushing up the black fabric between his legs. The sight of him aroused caused my own body to respond. I squeezed my thighs together, a fresh wave of dampness coating my panties. The lust was intense but not a driving force like with the fated mate's magic.
“As much as I want to drive this cock into that tight cunt right now, we need to finish discussing the plans.” Ominous said, readjusting his tight pants and continuing with his speech.
Chapter seventeen
Celeste
After what felt like hours of talking and planning, my head spun. Ominous had gone into heavy detail on how we were to fight the Order, how my powers would be used, and how to stay safe during the attack. My brain throbbed with a headache at the overwhelming level of detail. My king even talked about directional wind resistance and temperature fluctuations during sunset and how his flying trajectory would significantly affect everything. That detail left my hands sweating and my mouth dry.
