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Unholy Devotion	By : FemmeBono Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 1749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Unholy Devotion
- 2-Cht 2
- 3-Cht 3
- 4-Cht 4
- 5-Cht 5
- 6-Cht 6
- 7-Cht 7
- 8-Cht 8
- 9-Cht 9
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- 9
A/N: I LOVED the red-eyed Crowley, do not get me wrong. But he is not here. ;)

Cht 9
Crowley's all too human heart lurched at the emotions crossing Grainne's face as she looked up at him. He saw the tears swimming and before they could spill, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her brow, then her hairline, his playful mood seeping away at the feelings that toyed and leapt within him. She had missed him, he realized, more strongly than he had originally thought when she jumped into his arms earlier that evening.
He settled himself against Grainne fully, taking his time. She looked wonderingly up at him as her hands drifted up to graze over his forearms. Crowley looked at her as if trying to remember every plane and angle of her face, his fingers teasing at her hair. He kissed the tip of her nose, her lips, and her jawline, before tracing his tongue across it again. On a sigh, she arched briefly under him and he returned his attention to her lips, which opened pliantly. He dipped in for a lazy kiss as her hands continued their exploration of his arms and sides.
Crowley leaned back and swept the damp towel from her, depositing it on the floor and sat on his haunches gazing wonderingly. Grainne immediately made to cover herself with her hands, but he caught them, kissed them. "Let me see you, love," he urged, and began shrugging out of his jacket. He loosened his tie, slipped it over his head. He could have snapped and dispensed with all of it, but now was not the time. He wanted to savor, wanted the human experience of watching her watch him undress. He unfastened the shirt slowly, button by button exposing the smattering of chest hair over the V of his undershirt. Sliding it out of the waist of his pants, he unbuttoned each cuff and let it slip from his arms. He tugged the undershirt over his head, and met her eyes. Crowley held the look for a beat before he grazed his hands up her legs, one on either side of him where he sat on the bed.
Grainne gave an involuntary flinch when he traced over her hips and Crowley could not help the smirk that crossed his face. "That's a good spot, isn't it darling?" Grainne nodded, her eyes nearly rolling back already, barely containing a squirm when his fingertips dipped up her waist and he slid his thumbs over her nipples. She uttered the barest moan, then bit back a stronger one when he placed his mouth there. His tongue flicked lightly over the puckered bud, and he sucked, stronger this time until she could hold back a moan no longer.
"That's right love," he plied her, "don't hold it in. Let me know how it feels."
He brought thumb and forefinger together and pinched both nipples this time. Grainne arched again, her knees drawing up and she sighed his name. "Crowley, please!"
"Please, precious?" he smiled. "Oh you do beg nicely, don't you darling?"
Crowley continued his slow assault on her senses. Nipping and suckling her neck and collarbone, moving in again to take her mouth. Grainne writhed now with growing abandon, wantonly cupping his bum, raking her hands up his back. Once she caught him with her nails as he nipped at her earlobe and his hips bucked into hers.
"Careful now, love," he chuckled, "this will be over too quickly if you keep that up."
He lowered his mouth now, taking each breast in turn, sucking hard on the undersides of them and raking his teeth across a rib. His hands continued ever lower, streaking across her belly and hips again, causing her to shift under him with the growing warmth that pooled where his fingers touched. He slid dexterous fingers over her labia, flicking a thumb over her clit and she moaned fully aloud this time when his mouth found its way there as well.
"Crowley, my god!" she exclaimed.
He pulled back just long enough to smirk up at her choice of words, then lowered his mouth again and lapped at her. Grainne's hand fisted in his hair, while the other clutched at the pillow behind her head. Crowley brought two fingers down and entered her, sucking and laving at her tender nub. She arched rhythmically with the movement of his tongue. He curled his fingers inside her in a come hither motion that left her panting while that heat in her belly built to a pitch. Her back arced up almost painfully, hips grinding against his face when she came, screaming his name.
Grainne collapsed against the mattress, undone and overwhelmed by sensation. Crowley leaned up and gripped her hips. He pulled her down closer to him, her knees drawing back, splaying her sex, creamy thighs, everything open to his gaze. His eyes flicked back up to hers and his hand dropped to his belt buckle. Crowley unfastened it, watching her catch her breath, and slid the belt out of its loops, taking his time. He dropped the belt off the side of the bed, smiled a bit and said, "maybe next time."
Grainne wondered idly what he meant, but then he derailed her train of thought by leaning up and taking her mouth again. His tongue swirled and flicked against hers while he bumped and rolled his hips against her own. Grainne's hands snaked down, furtively seeking the hard length she could feel grinding against her. She latched onto the button of his pants and made quick work of it. She slid the zip down and poked a curious hand into his trousers, palming the thick member through silky boxers. She almost gasped in his mouth when she felt the size of him. Would he fit, she wondered almost in a panic. He moaned low into her mouth and she realized the effect her attentions had on him.
He broke the kiss, drew back to slide his pants down, then his boxers. His movements much quicker than they had been with his shirts, Crowley paused when he caught her looking wonderingly at his penis. "Didn't need a deal for this one, love," he smiled openly. "Meat suit's got the goods, eh?"
Grainne flushed, caught eyeing him like a virgin. "Crowley—" she began, trailing off when she realized she did not have the words for the question she wanted to ask. She just could not bring herself to say it.
"Come here, darling," he said, guessing at her hesitance. "It won't hurt much—only at first."
For crying out loud, she thought, I'm not a virgin…but that is big.
He settled himself against her and set about taking her mind off things. "We'll ease it in, eh?" he crooned, "there's a love."
He placed the tip at her entrance and pushed infinitesimally in and she gasped, not at pain, but at the feeling of utter fullness just inside. "Oh!" she sighed, "oh, Crowley!" What would the rest be like?
She grabbed his hips, unable to vocalize what she wanted, and pulled him closer. Taking the hint, he pushed in further. There was the dullest pull as he reached the tightest point and Grainne stopped pulling. Crowley settled for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to his minor invasion. He palmed her breasts and tweaked her nipples, dipped low to suckle them slowly and Grainne began to whimper. Crowley returned attention to her mouth, his hands tangling in her hair as she finally pushed her hips against his in response. He took that as his cue to continue and he thrust once. Grainne moaned his name in his ear while he kissed her temple. Slowly, languidly he began to rock into her. His thrusts pulsed over and over against her inner walls and she began rocking her hips back in counterpoint, their momentum building in tandem. There was a pressure building, right at her clit where the base of him butted up against it. She cried out when he cupped her shoulders and bucked harder against her, her hands cupping his backside again as if to guide him. Her legs locked around his waist as he lifted her hips and pulled back until he was almost out, then bucked back into her again.
Crowley growled low as he began to quicken his pace, watching her breasts bounce and jiggle nearly undid him, as did the wanton recklessness in her movements and on her features as her eyes shut, her breath coming faster in pants while he pushed deeper still and his hips started slapping against the her fleshy thighs and rear. He grasped the backs of her thighs fully and started pumping harder and quicker, her gasps and moans echoing louder and he could feel the telltale pulsing from her walls as she got slicker and yet tighter, clenching against his thick organ. "God! God! Crowley, please!" she begged, knowing not for what, as he pistoned into her, pumping in and out wildly, losing his rhythm as he felt his breath rasping and his sack tighten closer. His cock throbbed.
"That's it love," he gasped, "that's it! Give it to me, darling." He thrust once, straight to her core as her inner walls clamped around him. She came on a scream, her hands fisted in the pillow above her head and her legs splayed in a V with her thighs in his hands. He lost himself completely and came at the sight of her so undone before him.
Crowley slowly lowered her legs to the bed, his breath rasping. Before she could slide her legs together and tuck them to either side of him, he lay down atop her, hands fisting again in her hair and claimed her mouth with his, as if branding her for his own. Her legs slid closer to his, linking around them and her hands once again rested on his bum. Grainne pressed a kiss to his chest when he pulled back to look down at her, and he gave her a drowsy smile. His gaze flicked down to her still heaving chest and he cocked his head.
"I do love this body you have," he began.
"Just the body?" she asked, then realized how completely doleful the question sounded, especially at such a moment. Regret darkened her features and she turned her face away. Crowley merely caught her chin in his thumb and forefinger, turning her back to meet his eyes.
"Mochroí," he crooned in their old tongue, "mo chailínlómhara, do you not think I have feelings for you as well?"
"Crowley," she said, the tears that had threatened earlier finally escaping at the tenderness of his tone and the words she had never heard in life from any man, "how can you? Being what you are?"
She did not say it outright, but Crowley knew what she meant.
"You know well that I have been dosed with human blood, love. It makes me feel every bit of what humans suffer from," he said, framing her face with his hands, "even blasted love for crying out loud."
He waited until her eyes had searched his face and again met his, her brown to his hazel. He kissed her once, sweetly, and said simply, "is breá liomtú amhlaidhgo mór."

Mo chroí- my darling
Mo chailínlómhar- my precious girl
Is breá liomtú amhlaidhgo mór- I love you so very much
For more information on Grainne O'Malley's life, read this more amusing version (beats Wiki):

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