24. Osiris

24

OSIRIS

F or one still, motionless moment, all Osiris could do was gaze down at his Symphony. She stared up at him with plump, parted lips, her eyes lost in a haze as if she was becoming adrift in the very chaos that was, at that moment, his mind.

“You wish,” he started in a hushed voice, his shadows beginning to lengthen and twitch around him, athirst for her touch, “for me to pleasure you? To use you to sate the very desires that have left me ravenous? For me to take you for my own, right now?”

All it took was one slow nod of her head, and a whispered word. All of which he would have gladly gone to his knees for to earn.

“Yes.”

“Then, my dearest Eleanor,” he whispered, his shadows morphing into dangerous tendrils as he took a careful step back, pulling away from her. The confusion on her face was short-lived, morphing into a terrified excitement as he whispered once more.

“Run.”

Eleanor turned on her heels and took off towards the cottage, running as fast as she could.

Osiris’ heart thrummed violently in his chest as he took off after her, as if every instinct roared to life inside him, pushing him forward to chase. To hunt. To capture her. To mark her as his .

Leaves crunched under each one of his steps, the sounds of Eleanor’s panting filled the still forest around them as she ran towards the door, reaching out to grab the handle. Just as she did, one of his shadows shot out, blocking the entryway.

Without wasting even a second, she turned on her heels once more and darted left, away from the cottage and towards the surrounding forest as Osiris nearly slammed into the door.

“Symphony,” Osiris warned, a dark side of himself sparking to life that he had not known existed until she was his prey. “I know you wish for me to catch you,” he taunted.

Eleanor laughed as she ran towards a tree, not a tremble or mark of true fear in her voice. “Then you will have to be faster. You are so slow, Horseman. What if someone else catches me first? Perhaps I shall let them claim me?”

Osiris’ shadows reacted before he did, shooting forward and grabbing her ankle, tripping her as she fell to the ground, his shadows catching her mere moments before she collided with the ground

Slowly walking to her, he relished the sound of her heavy breaths and the echo of her quickening heartbeat as he took slow purposeful steps towards his trapped bride.

Stopping in front of her, he watched as she angled her head back to look at him, his shadows pinning her arms and legs to the ground. Osiris pulled off his suit jacket, untying his tie with one hand as he worked on his belt buckle with the other.

“While I still have a shred of sense left in me, Symphony, do you still wish for this?”

Eleanor’s eyes brimmed with something not unlike conspiracy as she glared at him. Her sharp tongue darting out to wet her lips before provoking him. “If you don’t fuck me, mayhap I will find someone else who w—”

A shadow darted forward, snaking into her open, waiting mouth before she could finish her sentence.

Feeling the last flicker of self-control snap, Osiris rolled up his sleeves as he let his shadows explore her.He would no longer be gentle, or patient. Seeing his Symphony laying before him, taunting him to take her, to claim her, awakened something inside him he could not fight a moment longer.

The shadow in her mouth played with her tongue, stopping any more of her cunning words from spilling out. Meanwhile, two more shadows spread her legs as they lifted up her dress, exposing her bare ass to him.

One shadow hooked under her waist and lifted her behind higher in the air, revealing her wet, slick, pussy to him and anyone that might wander too close to his property. But, he would let no one else except himself revel in this view.

In the view of his sharp tongued, cunning, and murderous Symphony, eagerly waiting for him.

“Symphony,” he growled as a shadow began to teasingly caress her bare pussy, hardly applying enough pressure for her to come undone. “Were you expecting this? Why did you not wear anything beneath your dress?”

Eleanor’s face was painted over with a perfect pink, as she gazed at him. Using the slight freedom of movement, her eyes rolled as she pushed her lower half back, grinding on the shadow that played with her.

Each shadow that touched her sent ripples of heat through his body. He could feel everything. He could sense all of her.

His muscles flexed as he carefully fell to his knees, crawling over to her. One agonizing step after the other, he crawled closer until he could grab her ass with both hands. Kneeling behind her, he pulled her back to grind his hard cock against her wetness, letting it stain and mark his pants.

A growl of approval ripped through him as the sweet sound of Eleanor whimpering echoed through the forest.

“Symphony,” he hissed, “you are mine. After tonight, the only pleasure you shall know is the pleasure that I bring you.”

Eleanor moaned around the shadow filling her mouth, bunching dry leaves in her hands as he thrust forward again.

“And you, Symphony,” he swore to her, her petname spoken like an oath as he unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from the restraints of his fabric. He teased her clit with the head of his cock as two shadows dipped into her waiting sex, thrusting and parting her, readying her for the length of him as she drooled around his shadows in her mouth. “You, Symphony,” he swore, “own my very soul. You own everything that I am.”

His shadows slowly pulled out, but only for one to circle her clit, and the other to wrap tighter around her waist as he lined his cock up with her entrance.

“You are mine,” he warned, thrusting forward, again, and again, and again. Pushing himself deeper, harder, until he was fully seated inside of her, until no space existed between them. Eleanor tightened and writhed on his cock as she moaned, pushing herself harder against his waist as his shadows worked faster.

“And, I am yours,” he reminded her, as he pulled out almost completely before thrusting forward again, slamming into her.

“Sing, Symphony.” thrust. “Tell the whole enclave,” thrust, “that you,” thrust, “are,” thrust, “mine.”

Eleanor whimpered and her breath caught with each thrust of his solid cock, tightening around him so that it was almost painful to keep going. Yet, when he slowed, she thrust back, searching for him. And, when he looked down at her, her eyes were wholly focused on him and him alone, glazed over with passion.

Digging his hands into her voluptuous hips, surely leaving bruises, he held her still as he thrust harder and much—much faster, racing towards the edge they both so eagerly sought after.

“Take all of me, Eleanor,” he grunted as he impaled her onto his cock one last time, holding her flush against the base as she twitched and writhed on him, cumming on his cock. Osiris grunted as he released inside of her, filling her with his seed.

His shadows flicked in the air and his heart skipped a beat, as what he scented was no longer her, but rather, them. Down to her very being, she smelled of him, and any other being to come across her would scent her as his too.

He had truly marked her.

Slowly, Osiris’ shadows ceased their deviant movements as they loosened their grip on her arms and legs, caressing her body with tender care. The shadow in her mouth dissipated and Eleanor released a heavy breath as she looked back at him with watery eyes.

“Are you alright, Eleanor?” he asked, leaning forward to remove a strand of hair that had been plastered to the side of her face.

“I am yours now, Osiris,” she panted, fighting to catch her breath.

“Yes,” he confirmed with sweet caresses of all of his shadows on every inch of her body. Cherishing her. Worshiping her. “Yes, my dearest Eleanor, always mine.”

Osiris groaned as he pulled out, tucking himself away before fixing her dress and lifting her into his arms.

Eleanor swung her arms around his neck, which suddenly made him all to aware of the fact that he was not wearing his head.

As if sensing his worry, she brushed her fingers through the smoke on his neck, placing soft kissed on his collar bone as he carried her back to the cottage.

“I will draw you a warm bath, and massage your aching muscles,” he whispered.

Eleanor chuckled. “And finally share a bed with me?”

“Of course,” he cooed.

“And make me pancakes?”

“And make you pancakes.”