Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*Eliza’s POV*

Andy froze completely, wounded and confused. “What? Johnny?!? That’s really in poor taste, Eliza,“ Andy started to get angry, “you never had to pretend you shared my feelings, I swear I will still be here for you! Fuck, I can’t believe-“ Andy tried to shove me off of him and my heart started to break. NO! I acted impulsively and refused to move, interrupting him.

“No! Andy, no! I meant your cock!” I stared at him, looking him dead in the eye, but saw nothing but hurt and betrayal. Andy didn’t understand, I couldn’t think straight! I kissed him, trying only to reassure him, but he didn’t kiss me back, though he looked slightly more confused and a tiny bit less hurt, it wasn't enough. “Fuck!” I screamed in frustration, I didn’t know what to do, and I slammed my fist in the wall, accidentally going through it. Oops.

Andy reached for my hand. “Stop it, don’t hurt yourself! Here, let me see; you've cut yourself!” Andy couldn’t stop being kind, not even when he thought I had called out someone else’s name the first time we were having sex?

“Andy, I love you.” I yanked my hand out of his grip and shifted myself, finding him still hard, still waiting. Mmmm. “I love you, I’ve never loved anyone else before-“

Andy protested weakly, “-Uhn, Gods, you have a funny way of showing it, woman!” He grabbed my waist and I let him hold me still. I wouldn’t force him. “Eliza, who is Johnny? How can I possibly believe you?”

Alright. We would do this the old-fashioned way, then, Mr. I-wear-kilts and make vows. “Very well, Andy, you want a signed and sealed guarantee, I will deliver. What’s your surname? Not necessarily officially, I mean what surname do you carry in your heart?”

Andy thought about it for longer than I thought he would. It made some sense. Surnames were not used often, usually only for very formal occasions, and Andy, it seemed, was, in some ways, interested in rites and ways of the past. “Biersack. It was my father’s name. Black is the name I have as an Officer, as a Watchman. Six is the name I had as a young man, before that, in Training.” Interesting.

I nodded. “I have not chosen a new surname, but the one I carry in my heart was my Grampy's. My Grammy, Gen, also adopted my Grampy's surname, so it carries the strength of both of them. I am proud to have their surname. Pay heed, Andy Biersack.”

I cleared my throat. This was the strongest oath I could make, and I had made it so rarely, I could count the times on one hand. Though the beginning had changed, of late. I hoped I'd not have to change the wording back... “I, Eliza Manson, swear both upon my honor and under oath as a Night Watchman, ward and romantic partner of Andy Biersack, that I love you, Andy Biersack, and that I was talking about your dick when I said ‘Johnny.’” I raised my eyebrows for emphasis.

“What the fuck, you were serious?” Andy said softly, looking perplexed and more than a little relieved. He wasn’t the only one.

“Andy, I christened your cock ‘Johnny’ in my head, because, well, because you are an incredible swordsman, and you’re an incomparable lover… I-“

Andy tried to look mad, but I saw a glimmer of amusement. “You named my cock after my sword? You’ve only just seen it!” He shifted his hips into me a bit, making me sigh. “You’ve only just felt it for the first time, you have no idea what I can do with it!” I kissed him again, and he relented in his small frown, smiling again. I felt him stiffening again, still inside me. Ugh, naughty, resilient man.

“Not exactly… I was thinking Johnny, not Dennis, because I believe you will never force me, that you will always be good and kind. But I was calling it ‘Big Johnny’ in my head, not Little Johnny.” I winked at Andy, who shifted his hips into me again, causing pleasure to blossom between my legs. I let out a very un-ladylike groan. Andy chuckled.

“You're terrible, just terrible, Eliza! Come here, Big Johnny and I both want more.” Andy pulled me to him for a lingering kiss, and I tried shifting up and down his now quite firm length while the two of us were pressed close together. It was more difficult, but I could do it by shifting with my lower back, and it felt so good! It was so hard to kiss Andy and thrust at the same time, I kept wanting to accelerate. I moved to kissing along his neck, but found the angle caused me to curl my spine such that Andy was rubbing something that felt so delectable, I started going too fast.

“Uhhn, slow down, gods! Just kiss me for a moment.” I kissed Andy, his lips were so soft and warm. His kiss was wet and open, so sweet. I cherished it, my heart alight and uplifted. I shifted my hips just slightly, both of us breathing the other’s breath. Feeling his tongue sliding against mine, there was no longer any thought, only emotion and feeling: just love and pleasure. I shifted my hips again, and, loving the sensation, the bliss of Andy’s movement inside of me, I did it again, at once. That time, Andy moved with me, squeezing my hips and trying to stifle a grunt. I loved to see his reactions as I moved above him, to hear him making such small sounds of enjoyment.

I had wanted to keep strictly to a slower rhythm, but the need was so pressing, so I tried balancing on an angle with my forearms to allow myself a quicker pace. A pair of blue thunderstorms watched me as I panted, as I pleasured myself with him, as he showed me carnal, hedonistic delights I had never truly thought possible. Andy sucked and licked at my nipples, alternating his focus, with his hand caressing and lightly pinching the other.

The urgency became too great to ignore. Andy fit me so well, he seemed to push some spot that felt far inside me, it felt so glorious! “Andy!” I kissed him, letting my bosom touch his chest again, he seemed rather fond of it. Soon I was concentrating too hard for kissing, that mounting need was too great. I was shamelessly grunting and moaning as I panted, voracious and greedy for Andy’s unrivaled manhood.

Just as the hunger became unbearable, the ravenous craving overwhelming the pleasure of the act, I felt an overriding, obliterating blast of complete rapture. I cried out Andy’s name, my vision failing, as I felt myself gripping his cock rhythmically. I heard Andy yowl and grip my hips, pumping into me slowly as I collapsed over him, still contracting around his length, milking him of his orgasm. I shuddered, completely overcome, sensing only Andy's touch.

I felt Andy’s arms wrapping around my back, sensed him pressing a kiss into the side of my head. “I love you, Eliza… uh-oohh!” I realized I must have had additional vaginal contractions just at hearing the words, and accidentally gripped poor Andy’s sensitized dick! Oops! Poor Big Johnny!

I made myself roll off of Andy, making us both hiss at his withdrawal, and curled into his side. He brought my head carefully onto his chest, something I liked but wasn’t used to. I had large horns for a woman and no one had ever bothered. “I love you too, you silly goose… getting all worked up over your awesome penis.”

I was touched when, despite all the careful arranging, Andy went to the trouble of contorting so he could kiss the top of my head. I sought out his hand by feel and squeezed it. I dozed off hearing Andy chuckle and murmur, “But ‘Big Johnny?’ Really?”

Notes

was that enough unicorn shit for yah? no? if more unicorn rainbow poop is needed, click here

and surprise! now you know who eliza's grandmother and grandfather were! i'll update my visual aid chapter (Chapter 58, a work in progress, here), in a minute. Give me like 30 minutes.

Grampy:


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Grammy: