Pet: Revelations - Chapter Twelve (Patreon)

Iris

I didn’t realize how much of Remus I missed. His touch, his scent, his warmth…I haven’t felt it like this since he left me that night on Xyrannis, never to return as his old self. Since our travels, he’s been distant—hesitant to touch me beyond healing me. But now, his hands move over my body with familiarity, wrapping me in every piece of him.

I moan as his tongue presses past my lips, tangling with mine. Everything about him calls to me, making me tremble as I press myself against him, spreading my legs wider to feel the heat of his arousal pressed against my sex. My inner walls ache, my clit pulsing with need as he slips his hand around my thigh, pulling me so that I am flush against him.

His other hand drifts into my hair, tangling with my strands as he gently pulls against it, forcing me to break the kiss and angle my throat to him. I shudder as his tongue laves over my pulse, followed by the heavy scrape of his teeth.

He releases my thigh, shifting before I feel his fingers slip underneath the band of my panties. I gasp as his fingers brush against me, slipping between my folds, and he uses the opportunity to capture my lips again. His kiss is warm and demanding as his fingers gently rub my clit.

I continue to moan into his mouth as he draws my pleasure, spreading from inside of me, awakening every part of my body. The shirt that I wear suddenly feels too tight as my nipples strain against the material. I’m so sensitive that each time Remus shifts, the motion causes pleasure from my nipples to spread to my sex, where he expertly plays with me.

“Ngh!” I moan as his fingers slip lower, teasing my entrance. He doesn’t have to press far, as my arousal has already begun to seep out of me. He makes a groan of approval as he slowly pushes a finger inside of me.

“Ohhh,” I moan aloud, breaking the kiss. And as I toss my head back, my chest and stomach tingle. It takes me a moment to realize Remus removed my top without touching it. But I don’t have a chance to dwell on the terror of his newfound power as his lips close over my nipple, giving me exactly what I needed.

I moan even louder, arching my back as he pulls a finger out, only to add another. He’s slowly stretching me, drawing out my pleasure. My hips buck against their will in his palm as my pleasure rocks from the top to the bottom of my body. My inner walls pulse excitedly as I reach for my release, and Remus senses it.

He gently bites my nipple, adding another finger, and it’s just enough to send me over the edge. My hands fly to his shoulders for support as my orgasm washes over me. My eyes water and my entire body shudders in pleasure as my inner walls pulse around his thrusting fingers.

“Ahngh!” I moan aloud.

Remus seems intent on drawing out my pleasure, because he doesn’t stop. I’m a trembling, shaky mess when he finally decides to stop, shifting back in the bed to look down at me. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but his eyes are hooded with lust as he looks down at me. I take the moment to look at him as well.

Without his shirt on, I can see the symbol on his chest pulsing deeply. I feel a wave of sadness hit me from no longer sharing that symbol with him, but I push it out of my mind when I notice the shape of his arousal straining against his pants. I recall the last time I came onto Remus. It was when Jude had recruited me for the resistance, and I wanted him to teach me the Leviarhan language.

That seems so far away now. So pointless.

I slowly rise up on my knees, shifting as a wave of bravery washes over me. I want to make him feel good. Especially after the garden and my newest theory. I slowly reach for him, but before I can, he suddenly has my hands in his grip and has me on my back.

“Tonight is about you, Iris,” he says gently.

He rubs his thumb against my cheek, his ethereal gaze roaming over my face with interest.

“What about you?” I ask.

He smiles, making my heart flutter.

“I’ll be fine,” he says.

I furrow my brow in confusion. He is clearly aroused as well. But it’s just as he was when he found me on Xyrannis. He’s avoiding me.

“I-I’m fine, Remus. I’ll be okay,” I say gently.

He doesn’t speak as he looks at me. If I didn’t know him as someone who never does, I would assume he was lost in thought. He seems distant, if not for a moment. Then, comes back to himself, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

“I know,” he says.

He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he gets up from the bed. He’s still hard, but seems intent on ignoring it. Disappointment settles in my chest, but I try to reassure myself that it isn’t me. Something is going on with him. And until I speak with one of his siblings for some confirmation, I won’t push him.

Remus

When Iris and I first met, I despised her cunning. She was much too smart for her station in life, making her dangerous. I used challenging her as a way to amuse myself on earth. And she never disappointed. It wasn’t until I almost lost her to the rebels that I realized it wasn’t amusement, but admiration.

From the moment she fired that weapon on me, I knew never to underestimate her intelligence again. Now, it is another one of those times. She is headstrong and stubborn. So, her personality at the moment is out of character, making me cautious. She would never so easily accept me keeping things from her, nor has she ever accepted my short answers without pushback.

Yet here in this new world, she has suddenly become docile.

I laugh aloud as I watch her sleep. She’s sprawled again, her exhaustion evident. She’s still naked from our night together, the blanket below her waist from how wild she sleeps, giving me the perfect view of her stomach, and the scar my mother left behind.

It took everything in me to hold back tonight. But each time I touch her in that way, each time I feel myself getting close to her, images of what I did to her—what I took from her rush through me. I can’t touch her again in that way, knowing what I know.

I don’t deserve to.

I pull in a deep breath, reaching for her stomach. Her skin is warm to the touch, but her pulse is weaker than usual. Being a Celestivine allows me to feel beyond the surface. I felt the baby’s heartbeat when I touched her that time. I can clearly remember the moment and the emotions running through me. I had no mercy for her.

I quickly pull my hand away, looking at my palm.

But I must bond with her if she is to stay here with me.

I reach for her again, pulling the blanket up so that it covers her. And as I look out through the glass doors, I see the sun rising, signifying a new day and my new life. I stand, taking Iris in one last time.

“Don’t let me lose myself,” I murmur.

I then quickly make my way to the doors, intent on making one more stop before I see Kuron.

The halls are silent as I approach Ezra’s room. The sun rose long ago, and usually servants would be doing their jobs in this part of the palace. They won’t show their faces in this part of the palace, however. Not for a while. I’ve forbidden it. Everyone that I care about lives here now, and I will not let them be consumed by this world’s problems just yet.

I haven’t spoken to Xion since I revealed the truth about our past. She remains locked in her room, content to ignore me and starve herself. She is acting like a child. But I suppose my reaction when I found out was extreme as well. So, I’ve been allowing her the space to grieve more than just the loss of her lover. But the time will come when I need her by my side. She’ll have to learn her home as well. Ezra will need to adapt quickly once he awakens, and after today, I won’t have the time to spend teaching him.

That is, if he is even capable of learning.

I push open the door to his room, briefly glancing at him before making my way over to the drapes. He looks much better, but still remains in his coma. Kuron really attacked him with the intent to kill. He’s been out for so long at this point; I am beginning to worry whether or not he will ever wake.

I push the thought from my mind as I push open the drapes to allow light in the room. As I wrap them on the hooks, I focus my attention beyond the glass. From this side of the palace, I can see the city. The Celestivine palace lies in the center of the capital, as a beacon of hope. I remember my father telling me that all the time when I was a child.

I’m curious how they see us now; if they know what happened in my absence. I’m sure Kuron has already begun to spread the news of mine and Xion’s return. Starting today, things will never be as they once were as our new lives are put into motion.

I tense when I hear a slight increase in Ezra’s heartbeat, followed by his sharp breath. I turn just in time to see him fly up in bed, clutching his chest in panic, his breathing quick as he looks around.

A rush of emotions hit me. But they aren’t what I expected. I expected rage, distrust, and even disgust. But all I feel is relief. Relief that he didn’t die. Relief that I still have my brother; pain in the ass he may be. And relief that my last words to him weren’t the last thing he ever heard from me. 

They were cruel, and I wasn’t in my right mind.

Ezra’s eyes land on me, and I see the panic in his expression. But I am across the room before he can say anything, pulling him into my arms. I hear his grunt of pain, but it only means he is alive. He is alive, and awake. As the happiness slowly fades and my logic kicks in, I feel dread as I realize he's going to want answers.

And I have to be the one to shatter his reality, just as I did with Xion.