The Ossuary: Soul and Bone

Chapter 10

Ingrid followed Ian across the manor stopping at an equally ornate door, decorated in butterflies. She studied the door intently. The irony of rebirth and metamorphosis that the butterfly stood for was not lost on her. Ian opened the door and guided her into the room.

“This will be your room while you remain with us, Miss.”

“Ciaran must be very wealthy to afford such an elegant home,” she mused aloud.

“Tis not about wealth, Miss, but power.” “You will come to see.”

And with that Ian departed, closing the door behind him. Ingrid was left to explore her room. It was similar to Ciarans but she could tell it had been made with a woman in mind. There sat an ornate vanity near the bed that held a beautiful array of silver hair brushes and combs. Ingrid ran her fingers across the cool metal. She had never experienced such things in life, so she did not quite know how to react in death. She continued around the room, taking everything in. The bed was large and soft, the fire glowed warm, and there were a set of velvet chairs similar to Ciarans. On the wall behind the chairs she noticed an empty bookcase. Books… she missed reading. It reminded her of home. She made a mental note to ask Ciaran about books tomorrow. She walked across the room trailing her fingers along the brick wall until she found the washroom. She explored the entirety of the room, this time, marveling at the simplicity of indoor plumbing. Curious, she turned the knob in the shower, not realizing the faucet hung above her.

"Eeeee," she squeeled as the cold water poured down soaking her.

She laughed out loud in shock, and decided she would take part in this wondrous invention immediately. Ingrid stepped out, peeling the wet clothes from her skin, and tossing them to the floor. When she stepped back into the shower the water had warmed, and steam began to fill the room. The heat of the water caressed her skin. She had never experienced a sensation quite so wonderful. As her body relaxed, she felt her thoughts trailing back to earlier. She couldn't quit thinking about Ciaran. Her heat responded to just the thought of him. Her core began to ache as she imagined his rock hard length pressing against his pants. Just waiting to be released. She let her fingers trail down her stomach, reaching her s*x with haste. A soft moan slipped from her lips as she slid her fingers inside her wet opening. She quivered as her fingers pulsed trying to ease the ache that had been building inside of her. Suddenly she felt eyes on her as she looked up collapsing into the wall behind her. She locked eyes with the familiar green she had come to know.

"Ciaran," she moaned.

Though he didn't seem to truly be in the room with her, his image wavering like heat waves in the steam. Was she imagining this?

"Are you thinking of me?" he mused.

Fire ran through her body at the sound of his voice. Every inch of her body buzzed. She slowed her pace, as she considered abandoning her plight.

"Well don't stop on a count of me" he whispered.

The deep growl of his voice filled her ears sending chills down her spine. The need of her arousal reignited. She locked eyes with him once again, and for the first time she didn't fight it. She watched as he began to stroke himself in unison with her. She felt the heat building in her stomach. Her n*****s teased by the falling water. She released a soft moan as her figers circled tighter around her center. In reaction Ciaran let out a deep gutteral moan as well.

"Come for me, dove" he growled.

With the sound of his voice, Ingrid's body errupted into waves of ecstacy as she climaxed. All of the warmth rushed to her core, and she let out a loud moan as she watched Ciaran erupt in pleasure next to her. She felt her body reverberate in the aftermath, as she lay in the water trying to catch her breath. After a moment she looked back to the corner where Ciaran had stood. Her eyes finding nothing but steam.

"I really am going mad," she thought to herself.

She quickly finished with her shower. Soon she was crawling into her soft, warm bed and falling into a deep sleep.