Revelation - Chapter 21 (Patreon)

One Day Until The Conversion

Iris

I’ve never seen Remus like this. So… complacent. I don’t know if I should be relieved, or on edge.

Remus is laying next to me, his head close to my naked chest. He’s slowly running his fingers up and down my torso. He looks relaxed. His usually focused eyes are distant and heavy. His breathing is slow, his hair is free and pooled around us, and he hasn’t said much since that moment on the balcony.

If I weren’t plagued by the hell Remus put me through, I would think he was attractive at this moment. Insanely attractive. But I know the monster behind this temporary façade. I just need to focus on not getting sucked in too deep.

I gasp aloud as a warm sensation crests over me out of nowhere. I look down and Remus has my nipple in his mouth. His eyes are focused on me intensely. He lets go and places a soft kiss on my bare flesh. He shifts so that he’s straddling my body under his. He looks over my face before speaking.

“What am I to do with you?” He asks. He sounds like he’s speaking to himself more than me. So I don’t respond. He takes a deep breath and lays back down. Remus always talks in riddles. This time is no different.

“What were you thinking about?” I ask. He goes back to tracing my flesh before responding.

“Everything.” He murmurs.

“It must be miserable always feeling your emotion so heavily.” He says. I shake my head.

“You’re supposed to feel as it comes along. Not bottle it up until you explode.” I say. He chuckles softly.

“Is that why you always defied me?” He asks. I shrug.

“Someone had to.” I murmur.

“Indeed. But that someone should not have been you after the third failed attempt.”

I don’t respond. He’s right in a way. But I wouldn’t take back anything I had done for the sake of my planet. In the end, Remus said he spared the Earth because of me. So whatever I did helped.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask. He never stops in his tracing but nods his head.

“Tread carefully, Iris.” He warns. I take a deep breath.

“Is it your mother?” I ask. “Is she what’s bothering you?”

Remus stops what he’s doing. His finger doesn’t leave the spot below my breast. I close my eyes saying a silent prayer that he isn’t about to do something awful to me while I’m naked in his bed at his mercy.

“Why.” His tone is cold.

“You…” I trail off. I’m afraid to say the wrong thing.

“Speak, Iris.” His voice comes out like a whip, echoing off the walls.

“You seem bothered,” I whisper.

He scoffs.

“No.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Remus may be opening up slightly, but he still isn’t open enough for that conversation. So I try and change the subject.

“If we’re bonded… why can’t I… feel you?” I ask. When we were on Earth, I could sometimes feel Remus’ emotions. It was in his moments of weakness, and sometime I would mistake the emotions for my own. But I know now it was just the bond.

“Because I don’t want you to.” He says.

“But why? You bonded with me for a reason, right?” I say.

“I bonded with you so you wouldn’t die, Iris.”

“…Because you love me.”

“Not in the way you think.” He says. Silence. I take a deep breath.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Remus.” I murmur.

“I'm here with you If you need to-“

“Talk?” He laughs sitting up and looking at me with a narrowed gaze.

“Iris, you’ve made your position on me very clear.” He says accusingly.

“What would you expect from me, Remus? You took everything from me and forced me into this bond. How else am I supposed to feel about you?” I ask. He doesn’t respond. He only gets out of the bed and begins walking towards the closet. I jump out of the bed grabbing my dress from the floor and hastily pull it over my head as I run after him.

“No! You are not leaving when we’re in the middle of talking!” I shout. He ignores me though. He throws on a cape, walking towards the door.

“Remus, stop!” I yell. He continues to ignore me. I grab the trail of his shirt.

“Why are you so afraid of your emotions?” I shout as I yank on the fabric. Out of nowhere, he turns around, holding his hand out towards me. My body is forced back by some invisible force and I land on my ass.

“Afraid?” He shouts. He stands over me, glaring down. His calm demeanor replaced by an angry one. His body is back to its magnificent glow, and his hair is flowing like his mothers. His eyes are bright and filled with anger.

“You don’t to understand me, Iris. You take everything you hear and because it doesn’t fit into your human's mindset you dub me wrong and unworthy. I’ve heard enough! Everything I do, I do for the good of my people. For the greater good so that my people can thrive. No one else's! You just got caught in the crosshairs of salvation iris and you will never see the bigger picture because you care so much for that pathetic race that never gave you anything but suffering and selfishness. You cant see, that out of all of that I have been the one to take care of you and keep you away from hunger and pain caused by your own people. I made an exception for you, Iris. Only you!” He snaps.

I shake my head.

“You caused pain for me, Remus! You-“ I immediately stop talking. This is the cycle. We fight, and never get anywhere because Remus will never understand what it’s like to have everything taken from you by someone else.

A bitter laugh escapes me. Maybe he does. His mother did the same with him. He understands what it’s like and how it feels. The problem is his emotional response isn’t the same as mine. And he’s right. I dub him wrong for that.

I drop my head in my hands.

“What do you want from me, Remus?” I ask. I look up at him and he’s watching me. I throw my hands up.

“You’re right. I don’t understand it. I can’t understand that. How you, someone that is so proud of creating, can have no hesitation when it comes to destroying.” I say. I shake my head.

“I don’t understand it. So, why do you insist on keeping me around, if you know my mindset? What do you want from me?” I ask. He stares. He really stares. He narrows his gaze and moves closer to me, and kneeling on the ground in front of me.

He looks at me like I’m a puzzle he’s trying to figure out. He places his hand where my collar bone meets my throat, and slowly moves it up so that he’s cupping my cheek. He wipes the tear I didn’t even know was there from my face, and against my better judgment, I look him in the eyes.

I feel my heart stop from his close proximity. He tilts his head slightly.

“I want everything.” He murmurs. He leans in hovering over my lips and kisses me. His kiss is soft. I can feel his thumb slowly moving back and forth over my cheek.

“Everything you have to offer.” He murmurs against my lips.

He hoists me up, never once ending the kiss as he walks across the room with me in his arms. He drops me gently on the bed, and pulls the dress over my head, dropping it where it originally lay.

Remus runs his hands along my thigh pulling my leg up so that it’s hooked around his waist. Heat begins pooling between my legs as passion ignites deep inside my belly. Call it the bond, or just me, but I want him.

He leans over me, kissing my breast while grabbing the other with his palm. I can’t help but throw my head back as a soft moan escapes me. All my earlier anger is thrown out the window, as pleasure clouds my better judgment.

Remus leaves a trail of kisses down the front of my body and grabs my legs placing kisses on my inner thighs. He sits back quickly pulling his shirt off and leans back over me kissing me deeply. I let out another moan and he uses the moment to push his tongue into my mouth.

His hands roam up and down my body in search of something, and I place mine on either side of his face, holding him close to me. My body feels like it’s on fire.

Remus breaks the kiss and latches onto my throat, raking his teeth lightly over the sensitive flesh. His other hand shifts between my legs and uses his talented fingers to draw shaky moans out of me. I can feel his smile against my throat but I don’t care.

I can feel myself reaching higher and higher for my orgasm, and just when it’s about to hit me, Remus pulls his fingers away. A groan of disappointment escapes me. I open my eyes and Remus is above me, looking down at me with an intense glare.

“What do you want from me, Iris?” He flips my question back on me, in my moment of weakness. I open my mouth to respond, and I can feel his tip at my entrance. I shudder in anticipation. His gaze travels up and down my body, before resting back on my eyes.

“Tell me. What do you want from me?” He asks. His voice is eerily calm, but it sends a wave of pleasure over me. I reach up, holding his face between my hands.

“I want you,” I whisper. He kisses me and pushes inside of me all in one moment. The pleasure is too much for me, and I immediately orgasm. I open my mouth letting the cry echo off the walls, not caring who hears them. Remus sucks on my throat drawing out my climax.

When I finally come down from my high, I realize that Remus is still hard. I look at him and he has a wicked smile on his face.

“We’re not done.”

~

Remus

“It’s ok to feel.”

Words that meant nothing to me but now mean everything to me because of whose mouth they came out of. Iris is sitting in front of me. We’re both in the tub. Something I thought would never happen. Not since that day.

She’s leaning complacently against my chest. Her gaze isn’t focused on anything in particular. The steam from the water is rising up, causing a light sheen of sweat to appear on her flesh. She has a soft red blush on her cheeks from the heat, and her hair is wet, falling around her. She’s so beautiful in this light. I wish she could see that. How beautiful she is, even when she’s screaming at me for the sake of her people.

I never expected her to open up to me, or even coerce me into opening up to her. But here we are. And I still haven’t the slightest idea what made her do it. She takes a shuddering breath and I can’t help but smile. She’s exhausted. Rightfully so. I made sure to tucker her out before I left. I don’t know how long I'll be gone. And I want her to sleep well before she begins to miss my presence.

Opening up and letting myself feel like a human. It’s exhausting. If I were to run on emotion, I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. But with every passing hour, I stuff that emotion away and turn back to my logical self. There is no room for emotion. Not in my world. I can only be this way with Iris. No one else. She’s the only one that can bring it out of me. Even if she doesn’t realize it.

I bring my hand up, pulling her hair off her shoulder and placing a soft kiss on the exposed flesh. It takes everything in me not to drain any energy from her. I wish I could tell her the truth about everything beyond these walls. But at this point, our relationship is very delicate. I can see her growing to trust me, and if I drop that kind of news on her, it could very well shatter everything. There’s a lot I’ve kept from her for the sake of her sanity. If she found out any of it now, there would be no saving this.

“I’m going to be leaving tomorrow,” I say. She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to. Her muscles tense. Her breathing hitches. Her heart rate picks up. She’s scared.

“Why?” She asks. I smile sitting back as a sense of déjà vu washes over me. But a bitter swell immediately follows. The last time I left her, I came back without my memory intact, and I almost killed her. And I succeeded in killing the life inside of her.

“Before the crown can be passed to me, I must prove my worth not only to my people but to this world. My life has led up to this. I must pass the conversion.” I say. She sits up taller.

“The conversion?” She repeats. I nod my head getting lost in my own thoughts as I respond.

“Do you recall the moments you would come across me meditating?” I ask. She slowly nods.

“Those little balls of energy surrounding me are the energy I’ve pulled in, transformed, and put out for the life of this world to absorb,” I say. She doesn’t respond, and I know it’s because she doesn’t understand. So I think of any reference from her homeworld.

“Do you know what a windmill is? Solar energy?” I try and think of all her power supplies on the planet.

“Yes.”

“Well, think of me as a solar panel,” I say. She turns around in the bath, facing me. I know I just went several rounds with her, but seeing her naked and flushed like this looking at me with those eyes, makes me hard all over again.

“Is this world dying?” She asks. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

“Every world is dying, Iris. But to answer your question, no. It isn’t dying. It’s thriving. The energy I give it will code it to my own source. Every ten years I will go back to the center, and intake all the negative energy, and give it positive energy.” I say.

“It keeps the world in balance.”

I refrain from telling her the true reasoning behind all of this. She would just jump back on her soapbox about remorse and equal freedoms for the masses.

“Wow.” She murmurs. I don’t think she even meant to say that aloud. I smile softly pushing stray strands out of her face.

“Yeah.”

“How long will you be gone?” She asks. I lean in close to her with a smile.

“Will you miss me?” I ask. She jerks back from me, causing the water to spill over the sides and splatter to the floor. She shakes her head.

“No.” She mumbles. I chuckle softly.

“I’m not sure how long it will be. It may be 2 days, and it may be 2 months.” I say. She nods her head looking around.

“Am I going to be locked in here?” She asks. I shake my head.

“Of course not,” I say. I would prefer her not to leave this wing, but I asked Xion to keep guard over her and not let Nira come close to her. The only people I trust with Iris is Ezra and Braith. I understand she will want to roam and be free while I’m gone. I know Ezra will keep her occupied and out of trouble, and Braith will keep her away from officials that shouldn’t see her. He can also show her around outside of the castle with proper escorts. I’ve arranged for her to live a life of freedom while I’m gone. Once I return and I’m crowned king, she will be confined to this wing, and I will be leaving it to share quarters with my queen.

Just the thought makes me angry, but there’s nothing I can do at this moment. Not yet anyway.

“Will I be able to see my brother?” She asks. I wasn’t expecting that.

“No,” I say. She looks disappointed but I don’t care. Her brother is across the sea, training. I sent him away when we first arrived. I wanted no distractions for Iris. Especially the welp that made her turn against me on Earth. I’m sure Zaya would love to sink her teeth into him, but she’s off colonizing for what’s left of the Leviathin race.

Iris always asks me if I regret what I did. I don’t. I don’t think I ever will.

She yawns in front of me, bringing me out of my thoughts. I immediately smile at the sight. She’s exhausted, and it’s almost time for me to leave. So I rise out of the water, bringing her with me to get her ready for bed.

~

UNKNOWN POV

Finally. The day we’ve been waiting for has finally arrived. The prince is leaving the castle to begin the conversion. It’s time to put the plan in motion, and take back what is ours. I look up as he steps out into the light. The crowd begins cheering for him. Of course. The beloved prince. Kidnapped by his own mother and fought his way back into his people's arms, and has more than exceeded what was expected of him.

He walks with the future queen on his arm. Nira. She’s beautiful. Regal. Perfect. But as I stare at her, I find myself growing irritated with her features. Her hair is too bright. Her eyes are generic. They don’t have that spark in them. That wisdom that comes from surviving. Like the prince’s pet.

The servants all bow as the prince and Nira pass them arm in arm. They are the perfect couple. Both dressed in white, powerful and regal in their own ways. But I can tell by the way he walks with her he hates her. He’s distant. Not caring. Cold. Nothing like he is with the human. The human who we thought he had gotten rid of, but it turns out he kept. Making her more important than ever to the plan.

The prince takes Nira’s arm, placing a soft kiss on top of her hand before bowing to her. He moves to turn away, but she grabs ahold of his arm, pulling him in for a kiss. If you didn’t know the prince, you would think he was flattered by the kiss. Maybe even enjoying it. But I know the prince. I spend every hour of every day by his side. And I’ve seen how he interacts with the human.

If she wasn’t his future bride, he may very well kill Nira for pulling such a bold trick.

“I will see you when you return, my prince.” She bows to him and he nods politely. But those eyes. They’re furious. The prince pauses in front of his father the king, speaking to him briefly. I take the moment to scope out the siblings. Ezra and Xion. The queens bastard children that Remus is so attached to. Xion has been absent up until this point, so gathering information on her has been all but impossible. But Ezra. We know everything down to his weakness. Something that Remus was all too ready to exploit on several occasions.

The siblings are two more powerful opponents, but it’s all about weaknesses. Ezra keeps such a close eye on his, it’s going to be impossible to get her. But Ezra fears the prince. He would never cross him. Especially when his loves life is on the line.

The prince walks past his siblings, eyeing them for a moment. They nod their head and he makes his way towards me.

I bow.

“My Prince,” I say. I rise meeting his gaze.

“Protect her with your life. If I return and she is injured in any way, or she finds out anything she shouldn't, it’ll be your head.” He says. I nod my head in understanding.

“Yes, sire,” I say. He places his hand on my shoulder. I can feel the threat as if he were screaming it at me right now. He emphasizes by pulling some of my energy out.

“I am trusting you with her life. Don’t disappoint me, Braith.” He turns away from me before I can respond moving to speak to his siblings. I bow anyway, the plan already formulating in my head.

“Yes. My Prince.”