CHAPTER 28
ORIGINAL SIN

WARNING: MATURE SCENES AHEAD

SOMETIMES the most forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. Coraline wondered how delicious the apple of knowledge from the Garden of Eden must have tasted for Adam and Eve to go against God. Sin had never tasted so sweet.

There wasn't a day where Coraline wasn't in Michael's suite. She was so hungry now; every part of her craved him. She rode him until the morning hours, while everyone else was dozing away in their beds. (Except, Coraline requested no more blood play be involved. She was seriously not into that.)

The survivors of Outpost 3 were growing restless. It had been weeks since Michael's arrival, and his promise to have the selections for the Sanctuary known in just a few days ran dry. Venable and Ms. Mead were oddly quiet about the long wait with the selections, making some wonder what they were planning. The survivors, however, were still left in the cold. They wanted answers, leaving them completely unaware that Coraline Avery was fucking the head of the Cooperative every night after dinner.

It wasn't like she hid it that well. Coco almost caught them when she decided to bang on Michael's door, yelling at him for answers, until she finally decided to give up. Coraline had never been truly slick with sneaking out either. Michael was known to frequently bite at her shoulders, covering her skin in marks from his sickly-sweet teeth. Thankfully, she was able to cover these with long-sleeved dresses, but some had the possibility of slipping out from the fabric.

Coraline wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel after the bonding ceremony. Everything felt different now. Her body was warmer. Her heart was hungrier. Her blood surged with energy during all hours, making it even harder to sleep than before. Every single part of her felt empowered, like a volcano waiting to erupt. She speculated when her next vision would come, and if that would feel different too. Michael told her the visions would be more accurate now, and hardly repeat themselves.

She wondered if this power came from her deal with the Devil. No doubt that she had sold her soul. There was no way she'd be getting into Heaven now. As Coraline would pull up her sleeves and eye the place where her cross tattoo used to be, she knew that being in God's good graces wasn't in the cards for her. It's a good thing she wasn't afraid of Hell anymore.

Michael, on the hand, knew exactly what was happening to his body. He had been preparing for this since his Father first gave him the instructions. He had the power to rebuild the world now. To make something new. He just had to anticipate his Father's next plan, but while he was waiting, Coraline Avery herself was taking advantage of that new power coursing through his veins. Though he was certainly more powerful than her, the Trinity bond made her want him more than ever. Michael frequently liked to call himself the King of Everything before his head went in between her thighs, and she would yank on his hair, pulling him forward.

The bond sealed their skins together like glue. While the fire burned in the room and Michael thrust in and out of her, his suite was filled with utterings of, "Coraline Rose, Coraline Rose, Coraline Rose," as if it were a form of worship, as if she were a goddess. Coraline didn't think she was some kind of deity, but when Michael whispered that name, she almost believed it.

Coraline Rose. Coraline Rose. Coraline Rose. A goddess – that was what she was. When Michael touched her and felt the bond radiate through her skin, he knew that she had been molded into some kind of prophetic deity of his dreams. He always used to have nightmares. Not anymore.

Her name was like a prayer, and he said it every night, hissing in her ear as she tugged on his long hair.

Coraline knew the feelings would come back eventually. She thought she had buried them – submerged them deep into her mind, like she was tossing a coffin of dead memories into the ground. They weren't dead anymore. They were alive more than ever. The bond heightened every emotion left in her body, causing those suppress feelings to slither their way back up. She didn't just crave him now because the bond made her feel that way. She craved him because she feared she could love him again – devilish qualities and all. They were bound together like two parasites trying to devour each other. Or maybe they were simply demons.

Each time they were intimate – no matter what – she was reminded of their past, of the care and love she once had for him. It sucked, because she knew the sunshine boy her young heart loved was gone. And while she desired his sinful touch more than anything in the barren world, she knew she could love this man who ended the world – this Antichrist. After all the shit he'd done, a part of her didn't care. That part wanted him forever, until nuclear winter turned them both to ash.

This couldn't have been part of destiny. The False Prophet shouldn't have loved the Antichrist. But Coraline Avery was an exception.

Maybe fate had predicted this from the beginning of time. Love had never come to her easily, or frequently stayed around. Coraline wasn't even sure if what she was feeling for Michael again was passionate lust or love, because the latter hadn't been taught to her. The affair of her parents ruined it. The day Jacob Avery walked out told Coraline that love wasn't permanent, but maybe things could change in the means of the end of the world.

When Michael stared at her while brushing a finger across her lips, she felt like they could break the tradition. Sometimes he would hold her after they were intimate, and sometimes he would walk away, but the feeling of his arms around her stayed for a long time, reminding her of what they once had. She would never admit that, though.

In times like these, Coraline was reminded of her mother. Weeks before the bombs were dropped, Coraline was sure her mother had fallen in love again – for good this time. But it wasn't with a man, or woman. It was with her damn Bible. She had fallen in love with God to cope with all the bullshit she had been put through as a trophy wife. But on that fateful day, Coraline had found her mother sitting alone in the living room, reading her favorite religious passages. Coraline had come back from a terrible date, and when she rehashed it all to her indignant mother, Francesca clutched the leather-bound Bible to her chest and placed a hand on her daughter's arm.

"Maybe you could learn to love him, like how I learned to love Him." She had looked up to the ceiling, sighing dreamily, before smiling Coraline's way. "True love is loving the unlovable, Cora. Don't forget that."

Coraline felt a hand graze her bare thigh, bringing her out of her trance. True love is loving the unlovable refused to leave her mind.

She lazily sat in the tub of Michael's suite. It was late – later than usual. He complained that he had been busy with business, which caused him to make her wait for their evening activity. Coraline didn't want to ask what he meant by business, so she decided to retire into the bathtub, trying to clean the hair that she hadn't washed in a week. His bathroom was almost as big as his bedroom, containing a large, golden tub and even a shower head. A large, red-rimmed mirror with intricate designs stood by the door, while a porcelain sink filled to the brink with amenities was built near the shower. The floor was all wood, causing a chill to run down Coraline's feet as she stepped on it.

When she felt Michael's fingers on her leg, she could've sworn a sizzle appeared on the surface of her skin. Her arms hung off the sides of the tub, while her legs were propped up on the side. She turned to him abruptly, taking in his bare form as he joined her in the bathtub without a word. Michael sighed heavily as he took a seat on the other end of the long tub, right where her feet hung. As he splashed water into his hair, Coraline raised a brow. His eye bags were bigger than hers, but it was probably because she never let him get any sleep. Coraline was too busy wanting to fuck his brains out each and every night.

The water had been running cold, but once Michael stepped inside, Coraline noticed the water begin to bubble. She smiled and settled herself into it, but became too aware that they were both naked in this tub and she hadn't touched him that day at all. It was all she could think about. Her mind went into a frenzy as the electric thread made her fingers itch for his own. She began to come up with ways on how she could take him right there and then.

But her conscious still lingered. Jeez, it chastised, can you be normal for one second? Coraline knew she couldn't. Normality wasn't a gift for her anymore.

As if he could hear the inner workings of her mind, Michael lifted his chin and sneered. He had been rubbing at his eyes, but that distress suddenly vanished. His eyes traveled to her exposed legs for a moment, and then went back to her face, taking in her clenched teeth and wide eyes. "Your thoughts are very loud, Coraline," he muttered.

With a fake grin, she leaned back into the tub more. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're lying."

The wet hair lying against her spine felt so cold. "Those Satanic gifts of yours are so unfair," she spoke through gritted teeth. "Stay out of my mind."

Michael hummed, allowing his lips to curl even further. He raised one of his arms to lay it across the lip of the tub, allowing his fingers to run dangerously close to her leg.

"You seemed so lost in thought before," Coraline muttered, suddenly changing the subject. Anything to get them away from the one at hand. She tilted her head to the side, a challenging expression on her face. "Using that big, bad, Chosen One brain of yours to come up with a plan to rebuild the world?"

He rubbed a finger over his mouth, perplexed by her statement. It was hard for his eyes to not leave her own. Michael soon found himself noticing that the water came just high enough to cover her bare breasts. He had to fight the urge to move closer, knowing that she liked to be in control most of the time, and he never complained about that. Michael was used to being the dominant one when he was intimate with another person, but he enjoyed when a partner wanted to take over that role for him. Out of all people, he wasn't surprised that Coraline Avery was that type of person.

"Complimenting my mind," he purred, brows knitting together. "Are you trying that hard to get into the Sanctuary?"

Coraline snorted and turned her face away. "I could honestly care less."

Michael's eyes went narrow. "You should care. You need to be beside me to see the new world."

With that statement, her eyes connected with his again. She swallowed hard. His face softened. A flash of care echoed across his stare, but it vanished quickly. She still noticed it; she knew the care was there. The need for her presence was buried deep within his chest, and that thought alone sent shivers down her spine.

Nevertheless, her daring expression never ceased. She settled into the water more and hugged her arms around herself. Goosebumps littered across her skin. "And what's convincing me to go if I'm accepted?" She asked, raising a brow.

Michael's look matched her own. She noticed his chest puff with rage, and she could smell it – like copper. He cocked a blonde brow upward, inching his right hand on the lip of the tub towards her propped-up legs. The room was eerily silent. Coraline could only hear her loud breathing. Their stares never left each other as Michael brushed his fingers down one of her legs. They trailed downward, reaching the middle of her thigh, where they stopped. He gripped the extra skin on her thigh tightly.

His touch made her mind swim, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Coraline quickly retracted her legs back into the water and smirked at his cold attitude. She casually flicked water in his direction with her foot, making him blink a few times. Giggling under her breath, Coraline moved forward in the large tub, stopping right in the middle to hang one arm off the side. She rested her chin on it.

"When did you become so ..." She scrunched up her nose. "Suggestive? Whenever I would ask if you wanted any favors in the past, you always refused them. What changed?"

Michael ran a hand through his long hair, the ends getting slightly wet. "I grew up," he replied, eyes raking down the exposed part of her torso, "and so did you."

Coraline's stomach dropped. Michael saw it instantly on her face; he knew he'd gotten to her then. She began to bite the inside of her cheek, before a smug smile graced her lips. "You still haven't convinced me quite yet to go with you to the Sanctuary," she reminded.

Michael slowly moved forward, staring at her curled lips with a smirk of his own. Coraline shoved him back into the tub and leaned into his face. He released a sinister chuckle at her closeness, already feeling her sitting on top of his legs.

"Where's that convincing, Langdon?" She asked in a teasing way, causing his jaw to clench. Coraline cocked her head to the side and moved closer to his lap, realizing how hard he was already. She hummed, looking down into the clear water, and then back to his face. "I don't hear any convincing, sir."

That was his last straw. Michael grabbed her from underneath the water, pulling her closer so that she was situated right above his lap. Coraline towered over him, still tilting her head. Her smirk never ceased. Leaning into his face, she carefully brushed her lips across his. The inside of her thighs were already slick as his hands massaged her backside. Her grin spread further, "Good convincing."

His breathing fanned her face, silently pleading for her to sit on top of him. She liked it – the begging, the admiration. It was something she didn't expect from Michael Langdon, but she guessed the bonding ceremony had changed them both in the most obscene ways.

A hiss released from the deepest part of her throat as she slid on top of his erection. She heaved in short breaths, digging her teeth into her bottom lip as she slowly started to steer him wildly. The electric threads stuck them together like hot glue. Michael leaned forward, raising his hands from her bottom to her hips, and then her back. His lips smothered her chest covered in goosebumps, nipping and kissing in places that weren't already marked by him. His shoulders were still permanently scarred from her nails puncturing his skin during the bonding ceremony. She couldn't help but open the wounds all over again.

Before she could stop herself, she found her hands weaving themselves into his hair. She moved back and forth, digging his length deeper within her, faster and faster. Coraline hastily pulled at his long locks to bring him closer, surprised at the moan that escaped his lips and hit her face like a heated bullet. It was her name. He moaned it six times, right against her mouth.

Coraline Rose. Coraline Rose. Coraline Rose. Coraline Rose. Coraline Rose. Coraline Rose.

Coraline wanted to feel him closer – deeper. Her delicate fingers tugged on his hair more, taking his bottom lip into her mouth and pulling. Their lips couldn't stop themselves from connecting, moving in sync, as if they were made for each other. He smiled into the kiss, thrusting her closer to his chest by her waist. He wanted her. He had to have wanted her. She had never been so thoroughly convinced as she rode his lap, moving quicker the moment he muttered, "Faster, Coraline Rose. Faster."

But then her vision submerged into darkness.

Coraline released a gasp, but it wasn't audible. She opened her eyes and realized she wasn't with Michael anymore. She wasn't even in the bathtub. Coraline was naked in the middle of the Outpost, which was eerily quiet. The candles flickered and an old Fleetwood Mac tune played softly in the background, barely heard over Coraline's loud breathing.

She knew this was a vision. She didn't have a doubt about it, but as she wrapped her arms around her chest, all she could do was wonder why she was left bare. A cold breeze ran across her body, making the goosebumps firmer on her skin. She walked forward and sniffed, noticing the scent of rotting flesh coming from down the hall. She followed the Fleetwood Mac song, stopping dead in her tracks once she reached the end of the corridor, right at the entrance of the library.

Bodies were littered everywhere. Foam emerged from their blue lips as vomit pooled under their heads. Each of the survivors wore exquisite gowns and costumes, but it didn't matter as Coraline carefully strode forward and realized they were all dead. Apples lay just by their fingertips, a single bite etched into the red skin.

They didn't die from the nuclear winter outside. They were murdered.

Coraline choked on air as she escaped the vision, feeling her core burst inside of her. Michael had been holding her face, searching her eyes from any sign of life, as she quickly pulled herself off his length and came inside the tub's water. She didn't have a moment to enjoy the release of her orgasm as the reality of the situation hit her. Coraline cupped a hand over her mouth. She was mortified. He had seen her in a vision state. He had to have seen it.

She quickly stood from the bathtub and jumped out, grabbing a towel that laid on the edge of the sink. Pressing the fabric into her face, Coraline shook her head, still feeling the wetness glide down from the inside of her thighs. Out of all moments for a vision to come, she thought, it had to be now.

Coraline looked in the mirror, hesitantly meeting his eyes. "Coraline," Michael called sternly. He stood and walked out of the water, not bothering to cover himself up. Coraline quickly tied the towel around her body and turned to face him. He grabbed his velvet jacket that had been laying on the side of the sink, and he handed it to her with ease.

She looked from the jacket to his eyes. It was odd to see the sudden shift in his stare. Just a few minutes ago, he looked at her with lust and only lust. But now, affection was all she saw. His expression softened as she took the jacket and hugged it over her shoulders. It was warm and smelled like him.

"What happened?" He implored, calmer this time. Michael stepped forward, despite his bareness. Normally, this state of him would make Coraline want to take him all over again, but she didn't have time to think about that. When she began to bite on her top lip, he asked, "Was I too –"

"No, no. It wasn't any of that." She shook her head and looked to her feet for a moment. Crossing her arms over her chest, she said, "You saw, didn't you? You know what happened."

Michael frowned, brushing a finger over the raised skin on one of her arms. "You had a vision," he clarified.

"Yes," she swallowed hard. "Something bad is going to happen to everyone in this Outpost, and I'm not sure what to do about it."

Both their bodies dripped water onto the floor. That's all Coraline could hear – drip, drip, drip. The silence was irritating as Michael stared at her with concern. His eyes eventually narrowed, and he lifted his pointed chin. He watched her lips part, and he fought the urge to kiss her again.

Tucking a piece of wet hair behind her ear, Michael felt the spark of their connection. "Tell me."

With his allusive stare, she knew he didn't have to tell her twice. The memory of her vision came out of her mouth like vomit, and for some reason, Michael hadn't looked surprised at what she saw.

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A/N: I promise this fic has a plot but PLEASE bear with me because the next couple of chapters are like mostly smut LOL

Chase Atlanitc yet again,,,,,,,inspiring another chapter,,,,,,,,,,,this is a bop!!!!!!

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