Guardian Ch. 01

Twenty years had passed since Mikael had first met the baby that had grown so fast into a woman. She'd been kept in the hospital for a few weeks until the adoption procedures had been completed. One of the midwives who'd been at the birth was unable to have their own children, and she'd adopted the baby. She'd given the baby a name, a home and a loving start in life. Until she'd died of cancer soon after Eleanor's fifth birthday. Ellie had been left alone once again, and shoved back into the foster system that had held her in its evil grasp until her eighteenth birthday had allowed her to set out on her own; away from the people who'd abused and shadowed her, snuffing out all of the hope and confidence that she'd built up during her first five years of life.

Mikael stood over Ellie's restless frame, watching helplessly has she once again cried herself to sleep. She'd curled herself up into a tiny ball in the middle of the bed, wrapped herself around the bunched up duvet as if she actually had someone to comfort her.

He couldn't resist brushing a few stray strands of her long, black hair away from her watery spring green eyes. She looked up - staring right through him - and glanced at the window. It was closed, yet her mind still rationalised his touch as a draft. He sighed, wishing he could wrap her in his arms and for her to know that he was there for her, that he always had been.

Ellie closed her eyes, squeezing them shut again as she returned to the dark thoughts that caused her despair. She wore no makeup, not that she had any real need to; she had naturally thick black eyelashes that framed her beautifully shaped eyes, a small nose, full, rosy lips and flawless sun kissed skin that blessed her face. In Mikael's mind, she was perfect, beautiful both inside and out; yet in her ex's mind, she was nothing but an easy target. Someone to use and abuse. Someone who'd take what he'd dish out and still come back for more.

He yearned to close his fists around the man's throat and squeeze tightly; feeling the life drain out of the man who'd caused his Eleanor so much undeserved pain and heartache. But all he could do is watch, helpless as one danger after another passed through her life, snuffing out the bright light of her soul.

Ellie sighed, her muscles relaxing as she fell into a deep sleep. Mikael prepared himself to enter her dream - the only time he could really spend time with her, he could hold her and talk to her. He could tell her that it could all be ok, that he'd protect her.

Darkness surrounded Mikael. He heard crying in the distance, yet couldn't see where it came from. He knew she was here - this was her dream, so she had to be there somewhere. He remembered a happier time, when he'd played with the small girl and kept her nightmares away. But now her dreams were darker, filled with unseen monsters and endless paths that always lead to the same destination - pain and despair.

Ellie screamed, and Mikael ran towards the source of her voice - if he didn't calm her soon, then she'd wake and he'd have to wait until the next time she was exhausted enough to sleep.

Vines grabbed at his feet, clawing at his skin as he rushed towards her. He ignored the pain - he'd gained many scars in her dreams as endless amounts of terror attempted to keep him from her.

He reached Ellie just as John did. She often dreamt of the people that were in her life. She was vulnerable even in the brief moments that she slept - a time when most people were safest. John was her ex.

"Please, can't you just leave me alone?" she pleaded with him, backing away. The surroundings suddenly changed, from the dark shadows that grasped at them and into the flat that she'd briefly lived in with her ex.

"You shouldn't have left me, you don't have the right." John moved forward, pressing her into the wall, "You're mine." He'd pinned her and started ripping at her clothes with one hand whilst holding the other tightly against her mouth to muffle her pleading cries.

Mikael felt the anger rise in him, he wouldn't let the man terrorise Ellie in her sleep - the only time when he could protect her. He ran up to her and John and grabbed the man by the throat. He pulled him away from her, leaving her to fall to the floor whilst he struggled with her attacker. He let all of his pent up anger be released as he fought with the man who he'd helplessly watched terrorise his Eleanor that day. As he pulled back his muscled arm once more to deliver a strong blow to John's face, the scene changed again and he fell to the floor.

He crossed to Ellie and wrapped his arms around her shaking body. "Shh, I'm here."

"I knew you'd come, you always do", her bright eyes looked up at him, "I wish you were real..."

"You have no idea how much I'd want that, but you know I'm not."

"Well... Technically you are, but you're just not alive anymore, are you?"

He couldn't resist tickling her, "I'm alive enough to do this." He smiled at her laugh, at times he feared he'd never hear her happy again.

"Why can't I ever remember you when I'm awake?"

"I don't know, but you can remember me when you go back to sleep again, and you know I'm always watching over you, don't you?"

"I know... It's just..." She trailed off.

"You wish I could protect you when you're awake too." He finished her sentence, knowing what she'd been unwilling to say. "If I could, you know I'd do anything for you, but I can't."

"I know, forget I said anything." She turned to him, "I love spending this time with you."

"Me too." He replied, and, unable to resist the urge, he wrapped her in a tight embrace.

"I want to try something." She pulled away from him slightly and looked up at him whilst he waited for her to explain. But instead of saying anything more, she stretched up on her toes and pressed her lips against his.

Mikael pushed her away a little, his heart breaking at the hurt in her eyes. "We can't do this."

"We can, I know you want to. And I want to as well, please, let me just be happy for a moment."

"Ellie..." He protested, but she hooked her hand around his neck and pulled his head down to her, before kissing him once again. This time, he didn't push her away, but held still as she slipped her tongue between his lips. She moved against him as he relaxed his hold on her, running his hands down her sides to rest on her softly rounded hips. He groaned as she moved her fingers over the back of his neck and wrapped them in his hair to pull his head back slightly.

"I want you, Mikael." She said, "Let me have you for at least this moment before I wake up again."

She stared up into his eyes, holding her breath waiting for his response. "Ok." He said, and she smiled widely up at him before moving to unbutton his grey shirt.

She pulled his shirt down, leaving it to fall to the floor. The scene had now shifted to her bedroom. Mikael marvelled at her strength, as she pushed him down onto the mattress of her bed which was now neatly made.

She moved one leg over him and straddled his hips as her hands explored his chest. "I always wanted to see what was under that shirt," she smiled, running her hands over his muscled abdomen. She leaned down to kiss one of his nipples before moving down to tackle the button on his jeans.

"Ellie..." Mikael groaned as she pulled his jeans aside and wrapped her small hand around his swollen cock. She slowly rubbed her hand up and down, before moving down to take him in her mouth. Ellie moaned as Mikael threaded his fingers into her hair, and he revelled in the feel of the soft vibrations running the length of his cock as she took him deeper into her mouth. "Please..." he pleaded, as he felt his balls tighten, "I'm close".

His heart almost dropped as Ellie let his dick slide out of her mouth with a popping sound, and shuffled above him, until she straddled his hips. She rocked herself gently on top of him as she removed her t-shirt and her pink lacy bra. Although he'd seen her breasts before, he never thought in a million years that he'd ever be able to hold them. Mikael raised his arms and cupped one large breast in each hand, gently rubbing his thumbs against her pebbled nipples. At her soft moan, he couldn't help but lift himself up to take one of them into his mouth, slightly scraping his teeth against the sensitive bud.

He smoothed a hand down her back, tracing the soft curve of her spine to the waistband of her jeans and then round the front as he popped the button out of the hole. He released her nipples long enough to roughly tug her jeans down her slender legs and throw them onto the floor - he'd wanted this for so long, he couldn't wait anymore.

As she came to hover over his waiting prick again, he slipped his hand between her legs, "You're so wet," he marvelled, sliding one finger, then two into her dripping pussy. Ellie moaned again as she rode his hand, fucking herself on his fingers. He allowed her to continue, but just as she came to the brink of orgasm, he stilled her hips, and grasped his cock with one hand before slowly guiding her back down on top of it.

Eleanor, cried out as he pushed his way into her tight passage, and Mikael couldn't prevent the groan from escaping him as he stared at the stunning image above him. Her legs spread, one on either side of him, he could see his cock slowly disappear then reappear as he delved into her. As he grasped her hips, to take control of the pace, her breasts bobbed above him. Her face was slightly flushed, as she once again got closer to climax.

Feeling his own about to take him, he slammed her hips down, driving his dick deep inside her, feeling the ripples of the inner walls of her pussy clamp around him, milking him of his come.

"Mikael..." She moaned, falling onto his chest in exhaustion.