Mending of a Mutilated Bond
Harlot
Chapter 1
I died… and by some miracle, I fought my way back to life; I wasn’t prepared to leave this lifetime for another. I wasn’t ready to leavehim. Not when my soul just found him. The thought of Emrys made my heart start beating; every beat thrummed loudly in my ears, pumping blood through my veins and warming my cold body. After I took that first breath, it began… What started as a dull, gnawing sensation soon spiraled into a sharp, twisting agony that spread through my body. A deep, relentless pain coils inside me, tightening its grip with every breath I take until every movement feels like torture. With each inhale, it intensifies with cruel persistence, radiating out like astorm of stabbing knives, making each breath a battle. It made me wish I had stayed dead.
TWO WEEKS LATER…
My throat is raw from all the screaming and crying, and I have no more tears to give. I no longer wake up every night wailing, grieving a loss that was never mine to mourn. Emrys is a heartbroken mess, apologizing repeatedly for the pain he is causing me. But not once for cold-bloodedly murdering Elijah, a natural reaction to my distress, an act he would reiterate without even mulling it over. Elijah… even hearing or thinking about his name feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest repeatedly, but the ache is becoming less intense, its sharpness dulling. Seeing Emrys suffer heightens my anguish. I hate myself for being the cause of his misery. I sense our bond longing to repair itself, to unite again as a whole.
It's been two weeks since Elijah passed, and Emrys has not left my side once, despite my ghastly behaviorand outrageous remarks. It feels as if the curse's presence has tripled, consuming me, my mind, and my body. With Elijah’s death, the curse tries to corrupt my heart with all its strength. The curse wants Emrys dead, slaughtered as he had done to Elijah, an act of revenge, speaking through me to ensure its emotions are heard through my voice. I scream abusively at Emrys while I sob, unable to stop the words spilling from my lips that are not mine, sentences that tear my heart in two, aimed at destroying Emrys and shattering our bond. I can’t stop once the ruthless word vomit begins. Insult after insult, accusation after accusation. I hate it and despise myself for being unable to stop, for being so terribly weak.
At night, I sometimes wake up screeching, slapping him, lost in a frenzied, murderous state of mind, and Emrys lets me unravel. He allows me to hurl all the devastating words andphysical blows; he takes it all as hopelessness clouds his eyes, his love for me never waning as he gives me what I seem to need. During the day, I sob and apologize profusely for mistreating him, no longer switching between hatred and kindness. We kiss and make love carefully, unlike before when we were wild and frantic. It is almost as if we aren’t sure about our bodies, our skin not recognizing each other as one. I tried to hurt myself, willing to stab my heart, for causing him this suffering. In return, he keeps his eyes on me at all times, making sure I have no access to any fatal weapons. It is claustrophobic yet comforting, his way of ensuring I am safe and unable to harm myself.
The first few days were the worst. I was constantly torn between hating myself and what I did to the man responsible for my false misery— rejecting him. Emrys endures every cruel word while professing his love for me without fatigue. He persistently says it to my face, infusing my mind with his love day in and day out, never giving up on me or my frantic state.
As the days pass by, the ache gradually diminishes, and the incoherent ramblings filled with spiteful things I impose on Emrys decrease.
We’re lying in bed, his arm firmly around me as he has done every day, as if he’s afraid I might leave the bed and leap out of the window, following Elijah into his eternal instead of our forever.
“I chose you, Emrys, and I always will,” I whisper, my voice catching in my throat.
“I know, my love. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere; I will always choose you, too, Harlot,” he murmurs.
“I'm so sorry for everything you've gone through over the past few days and weeks. I never meant any of it.” I cry, unable to hold my tears.
“Spill no tears on my behalf, my darling; I know it’s not you saying those words,” he says gently.
“I start to feel better each day, as if the suffocation of the curse is becoming less present. It feels less heavy, less overwhelming, almost like its energy is fading away from my system,” I say.
“It seems it is…” Emrys says with hesitation.
My gaze locks onto his, his dark eyes catching mine, and my upper body leans into his.
“What is it, my love?” I ask, curiosity piqued.
“The magic… the Aurum… I can barely smell it on you, as if it’s diminishing with each passing day.”
“But if the Aurum is no longer coating me… that would mean the curse is gone too?” I say with hope, ignoring the other implication it holds.
“I think this was the key to all of it, my tempest. A bonded soulmate can never be killed by something supernatural. The only reason I was able to defy Elijah was that he and you hadn’t bonded yet. The magic hadn’t settled in his system. It’s genius, truly. Why would a human pursue another human they have no quarrel with? It’s so simple; a curse that could live forever. The remedy lies within the poison itself,” he says as he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Our freely chosen love is what kept my heart from literally breaking into two. You, Emrys, your love ensured I stayed alive by never abandoning me despite all the horrible things I said. It’s because of you that I cheated death.”
“Vincere aut mori, my beautiful Tempest. Conquer or die.”
While Emrys draws lazy circles on my thigh and kisses my neck, I sit up in bed as a realization dawns on me. The last couple of days have served as a final act of the curse, attempting to return me to my fallacious soulmate in the afterlife. A shiver crawls down my spine at the mere thought of what might haveoccurred had Emrys accepted the truth of my words. It was his constant reminder thathe was right there beside me, never leaving my side, as he had promised me. His undying love knitted my heart back together each time the curse tried to rip it apart, stitch by stitch. I feel it weaken with each act of resistance on my part, with each rejection as I immerse myself in Emrys and his words of affirmation, letting him reclaim me as he entersand marks me. The curse desires to see my heart shatter, not just from Elijah’s death, but from the heartbreak of losing Emrys’s love as well—yet nothing is stronger than a human heart that fractures into pieces but still lives. Our storm is a love that never leaves, and we should reclaim it as such.
I straddle Emrys, who looks at me in surprise. It’s the first time in the last couple of days thatIhave initiated our intimacy. His hands begin to roam over my thighs instantly, kneading my soft flesh as I feel his hard cock eagerly pressing against my slit. His hunger for me, the impatience that houses within him to truly claim me as his once more, is palpable. I get up a little, let my hand sink between my thighs, and with my fingers, I open myself, spreading my entrance. With my other hand, I firmly take hold of his shaft and press his tip against my waiting slit. I bite my lower lip, holding Emrys’s gaze as I lower myself tantalizingly slowly on his erect cock. When he’s halfway inside of me, I am no longer able to control myself, as his cock is slick with my arousal. A need takes hold of me, and I want to feel him inside me, completely. Impatiently, I press myself down, his girth stretching me, and I mewl at the sensation. I start to grind on him, rolling my hips, as he glides inside me with ease, as my core is drenched. He holds my hips solidly, his strong fingers digging into my skin as he starts thrusting, meeting my rhythm. I notice his shadows are buzzing on his skin, but he doesn’t release them.
“Emrys, show me that you are MY monster. Fuck me, fuck me with all of you,” I whimper, almost begging him.
“I needyou; I need your shadows, I want you to take me, claim me. Fucking bite me, Emrys. Feed on me. I am yours.Youaremyfate. Now show me that I am yours.”
I cry out the last words desperately. We both need this, the merging of our flesh and souls. He growls at my words, still hesitant, unsure if I am ready for this, his eyes darting to my bouncing tits as my cunt sucks in his cock with each pounding. I lean forward, my hands landing on each side of his head. With my fingers, I grasp the silk sleeve of the pillow, burying them in the fabric. My breasts dangle dangerously close to his mouth as he increases his pacing, sinking himself into me deeper and more demanding. I move my head to his ear as I start to whisper.
“I need you to be my monster, as I am your tempest; let us collide in desecrated union. Fuck me so hard my cunt will be raw; make me orgasm so many times thatI will drown you in my arousal. Your shadows, release them on my tits, my clit, my ass, my mouth, everywhere. I long for you to devour my entire body until I no longer know where I begin and you end. I crave you. Now, let me taste you, and drown in your essence. Emrys, feed off me, and let me feed off you, our own communion of blood and breath. I want to feel your teeth sink into me until all I know is pleasure. Please, Emrys, I NEED you.”
