A Hunter's Curse (Closed o/o with Nyx)

Nathaniel knew this would end up happening. Why did he trust she would move out of the way? He was a fucking idiot. “Shit!” He ran over to Ember’s side, gently taking her in his arms. He laid her in his lap, removing her hands to address the wound. “It’s not too deep. You’ll be okay, it’ll heal on it own in a few seconds.” He held her close, almost cradling her, pulling her head close to his chest. “I’m so sorry. I though you would move out of the way. I shouldn’t have tried it with a sword.”

Nathaniel was glad she was well enough to laugh. “You’re numb to the pain now, aren’t you?” He held his hand over the wound while it quickly healed, trying to keep blood loss minimal. “Simple is a way to put it, but if I swung any harder, you would have been sliced open.” He still cradled Ember gently, loving the shower of kisses she seemed to give him. “Maybe our training session should end.”

Nathaniel brushed her black hair out of her face. “That’s good. The slice didn’t pain you too much then. I promised you wouldn’t feel pain and here we are.” He shook his head, applying more pressure to the wound. Ember’s hand pushing down on his applied the last bit of pressure on the wound. He watched the skin stitch itself together slowly. “We can do whatever you wish, my dear. Just make it plausible.”

Nathaniel took a deep breath. “Okay.. nothing ever goes as plan, does it?” He lifted his hand from the wound. “Look at that! It’s healed.” He smiled at Ember, eyebrows raising as she spoke. “Are you suggesting—well, I suppose I can work it out.” He stood up, carrying Ember back into the building. The demon carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom. He placed her on his bed. “Well.” He stood over her, an eye still on where the wound was.

Nathaniel got into bed next to her. “What do you want? Other than me.” The devil was the devil, but he was also a gentleman. He kissed her on the neck. “Do you want to rest? You did just get your side sliced open, or something else?” He gave her a suggestive look. “You seem nervous. You know, if you want, just kiss me. Do whatever you want.” He laid on his back, relaxing on the round bed, closing his eyes for a bit.

Nathaniel opened an eye. “Well, that’s okay. It’s nothing to be embarrassed over. I’m not going to force you to do anything. It’s all up to you, Ember.” He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. “You don’t have to do anything.” He pulled Ember closer to him, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “But I am concerned about that wounded area.”

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow and then giggled. “That’s the first time I’ve heard that come out of someone’s mouth. Trust me, I haven’t done anything either.” He kissed her hand. “I’m glad your wound is not bothering you. Do what you wish. It is, as I said, your choice.” Although, he did have a warning. “Don’t be too hasty in your decisions.”

Nathaniel booped her nose. “I’m glad I’m the first person who makes you feel like this. I understand you the best.” He smirked. “I love you too—“ Before he could finished his sentence, Ember had cut him off with a kiss. Heat rose to his face and his cheeks flushed red. Especially when she straddled him. He kissed her back once more, looking into her eyes.

Nathaniel enjoyed the longer kisses, bitting at Ember’s lower lip. The king hadn’t blushed this much in his life. “Hm?” He didn’t understand Ember in between his own thoughts and what she was doing. “My eyes aren’t that pretty, dear.” He reached up, placing a thumb under her eye. “Yours are dazzling.” He gave her a flirtatious smile.

Nathaniel flushed deeper, his breathing quickening from the exhilaration. “Aufer me etiam dum tu in eo es. Iocus sum, sed fac quod vis. An vis me?” He giggled, worlds rolling off his tongue. “No dear, yours are pretty. They glow bright like the human’s moon.”

Nathaniel’s face was hot to the touch, his cheeks consumed by the color red. “Fac me tuum, Ember.” He smiled at his neck being kissed. It was a fifty-fifty whether it would tickle or not. “Eh, fecisti me-“ He cut himself off, seeming to look into Ember’s eyes. “They glow beautifully.” He muttered.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes, grabbing her by the shoulders, and rolled them over. He stared into her ember eyes, kissing her neck, and eventually biting it. Blood dripped into his mouth. Damn it. He bit in too far. Pulling away, blood dribbled down her neck. “Oops.” He smirked. The demon shouldered off his blazer. He touched the hollow of Ember’s neck, kissing it. Then Nathaniel moved his hands down to her waist, then to her hips, and then tugged on the waistband of her pants, staring into her eyes for permission.

(Shall we pop into PMs? Or skip over?)

Nathaniel had gotten out of bed and properly dressed. This man had ruined so many clothes, it’s ridiculous. He moved Ember over to a small couch while he replaced his bed sheets. The other ones were— covered in his own blood to say the least. Once the bed was neatly made, he placed Ember on top on the sheets, figuring she could keep herself warm. Nathaniel stretched, exiting his room and walk left down the hall to his study. Once he entered the glamorous room, he realized his books were still misplaced and broken. Oh well. Sitting at his desk, he grabbed a book with a black cover to the left of it, and started to write notes.

Nathaniel groaned as he wrote up important documents. It was like a chore, and he'd rather be in bed, curled under the cool sheets. Atlas, the king had no choice, being forced to entries in the black book that had nearly killed him. Twice. The entries were written in an old demonic language, no use to anyone who might not know how to read it. He sighed, hearing the door click open. "Lilith, I'm busy at the moment and so not wish to hear the inquires of my—" He looked up. "Oh! Hi Ember." He set his pen down. "Did you sleep well?"

Nathaniel smiled. “I wanted you to get some quality rest. I wasn't gone for long.” he scribbled down another sentence in the book. “I'm just working on some casual documents. Things I, unfortunately, have to instate as King. Each ruler has written something in this book.” Another word went on the page, marking his document as done. “How are you feeling?”