by Anna Collins
She listened carefully as I spoke. All the intoxication caused by the hard liquid had left her senses.
"It all started with the curse. Rebecca cursed on our love. She put a spell on us so that whenever we would come near each other, one of us would die or be trapped in a meshwork of black magic. It was her way of seeking revenge. When we were taking our marriage vows, she tried to kill you but decided to spare your life when I promised her I would get far away from your life. After getting the news you were safe, I set off for Georgia, leaving the city seemed like the best idea at that moment," I sighed.
"But...I saw in this ring that your car was burned to ashes. Then how are..." she spoke in confusion.
I completed her unfinished sentence, "How am I still alive?"
She nodded.
"That's another story," I uttered.
"Tell me," she urged.
"When I left for Georgia, and the car crash took place, it was a full moon night and six stars aligned. So the power of devil entered my body, and the fire couldn't even touch me". I said.
Her eyes opened wide in shock, and her mouth gaped, "THE LIGHT, for which Rebecca had performed all those rituals. Jeez! Is it in you? But how?"
"I met all the conditions for it, without knowing of course," I smirked.
"What conditions?" Freya scooted closer to me on the rug, and I took her hand in mine.
"Hatred, blood, and fire. Rebecca was the one behind the car crash. Uncle Joe and I were in that car. He managed to jump out at the right time, but I couldn't. When I saw Rebecca's evil smile in the rearview mirror of my car, the deepest form of hatred ignited into my heart. A hatred which can only come from love. She was my mother, and I loved her, but at that moment when I realized she was trying to kill me, that love vanished, and hatred took its place," I clutched on her hand to stop myself from breaking down.
She placed her hand over mine and leaned down on my chest, "I can understand, you used to punish yourself because you couldn't save her and she...she didn't think twice before killing you," she sniffed.
"Basically my hatred drew the power of evil inside me. Freya, it all happened like a miracle. The beaming amber of fire ripped and burned my clothes. When I thought there was no more life left in my body, a shining light covered my body from top to bottom, just like a transparent shield. But it was very painful at the same time. The silver light penetrated my skin and rubbed out all the scratch and cut marks of pain from my body. It replaced them with some strange tattoo drawn from deep black ink," I said.
She stood up and shouted, "No way in hell!"
"Yes! Just look at it," I exclaimed and tore open my jacket and shirt.
As her eyes scanned the large gathering of tattoos over my chest, arms and shoulder, her face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. Color drenched from her face, and her trembling hands reached to cover her mouth. She was backing down from me, and her eyes fell wide open.
It took her a while to digest the sight and then she uttered, "Za...Zack," in a shaky tone.
I smirked, "Yes, it was me all the way. I was with you all the time, and yet you couldn't recognize me. I don't blame you for that. How would you recognize me when I was lost in front of your own eyes?"
Freya was still staring at me in utter shock, "What are you saying?" Then she blinked and kept her hand on her hips "Wait...was pretending to be Zack one of your games too?"
"Games? You think I was in a situation to play games? Rather I was the one who was being played," I exclaimed.
She finally gathered the courage to walk up to me. Her fingers trailed down over the tattoos, and she cringed her face, "But this looks good on you, except for the creepy one at your back," she pouted.
I laughed and held her close to my chest, "I guess this explains the reason for the magnetic attraction you were feeling for Zack. There was no Zack Freya, everything you felt was for Robert," I poked at her lips.
"But...Sammy, the bike gang and..." I stopped her pressing my finger on her lips.
"The powers of the devil saved my life but also wiped out every single cell of my memory. When I was lying on the accident spot with a blank brain, Sammy rescued me. He told me a whole new story about my life and I had no choice but to believe it. He is a good guy Freya, he just wanted to save me and find a person who didn't deceive him," I said.
"Wow! This is too complicated. It means I was training Robert to become Robert?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Yup," I winked.
"So all my tears and yearning were for nothing. Jeez! I'm such a fool," she hit her head with her hands.
I laughed, "If you are a fool then what will you call me? I was the one who couldn't recognize my own self."
Her eyes which were demanding just a while ago now became softer as she hugged me tightly. Her pink lips were pecking my chest as I held her close to my heart. "I was craving for your touch Freya," I hissed.
She broke the hug again, and her eyes were filled with questions, "Then how did you remember all of it? And most importantly, why didn't you rush to me when you did?"
I darted my eyes down to the floor, "That night when I asked you to leave and went inside Rebecca's den to save the child, she attacked me once again. When I saw her selfish evil smile, my mind found its way back to the sight of the burning car, and I remembered everything."
She touched my face so our eyes could meet, "Then why...? Why did you torture me like this? Do you know how I suffocated with the burden of guilt that Zack died because of me? I'm not even gonna tell you how much I missed you because nothing matters to you. I am nothing to you, nothing!" She broke down into tears; it was a painful sight to see her weeping and losing herself like that. When she was too weak to stand on her feet, she sank to her knees on the cold floor. Tears were still streaming out of those innocent baby brown eyes. It was more than crying, it was the kind of desolate sobbing coming from a person drained of all hope.
I kneeled down next to her, and brought her close to me, holding on to her shoulder, "Freya, trust me, I was helpless. I thought by staying away from you, I would be able to save you from Rebecca’s curse. That woman is a total psycho, all she wants is power," I said.
"You are talking about death. I have died a thousand times, while you were busy staying away from me," she sniffed and looked at me with those wounded eyes.
I was too ashamed to look at her because if she knew what the real reason for which I was hiding in the shadows was then, she would hate me more than anything else.
I sighed. My own weakness had tricked me, and now I wasn't able to stay away from her.
Chapter Ninety
Robert
Cupping her face with one hand, I reached up with the other and repeated the motion until her face was held in both my hands. I looked into her eyes again and saw her push away a desperate look and replace it with her angry one again. I wondered if she'd be able to keep up with the wrathful act. Even though I'd been coerced into it, my actions deserved punishment from her.
I gently pulled her face to mine and kissed her softly on the lips. With the second kiss, I parted her lips with my tongue, and she welcomed the advance. Her tongue met mine, tentatively at first, but she quickly gave in and pressed it against mine. I felt her arms move, so, simultaneously, I dropped my hands to her waist and her arms wrapped around the back of my neck. She pulled me in for a tighter kiss, her tongue now wrestling passionately with mine, both of us breathing heavily through our noses, blowing hot air on each other's cheeks as our heads twisted back and forth.
Freya suddenly melted into my arms, unable to keep up the anger act. I knew she didn't have it in her to continue this, but I didn't feel like I'd won any battle over her. I slowly pulled my face away from hers and looked inquisitively at her face. Her eyes were closed, and tears seeped through her lids. I cupped her face again and wiped away her tears with my thumbs.
"Freya," I said softly.
Her eyes blinked open slowly. Once they made contact with mine, she burst into a heavy
sob, falling into my chest. I held her tight, wishing I could erase all the pain I had caused her.
Freya's face was planted on mine, kissing me desperately. I rolled over on top of her, pinning her to the bed. Her legs would have spread more if her skirt hadn't been so long.
"Fuck this," I said, pulling away from her lips and rising up on my knees. I reached and tugged at the top of her skirt, but it was so tight, I couldn't move it.
She grinned and then rolled over, pulling her leg towards her to do so. I saw the small zipper at the top of her waistline and pulled it down slowly, so I didn't break it. From there I was able to remove her long, black skirt to reveal the white thong she wore which matched her bra perfectly. Before she could roll back onto her back, though, I dove in and began kissing her ass cheeks, pulling aside the thin fabric to reach her anus. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the taste of her ass on my tongue as I began to give her a rim job for the first time. She squirmed at the sensation, moving her ass into my face.
"Oh, god that feels good," She whined as I dug my tongue deeper into her ass.
I squeezed her ass cheeks as I ate her out. I pulled out of her ass and then licked her now sopping pussy from behind. I felt her cunt tighten around my tongue as I probed inside with it. I began an interval between her pussy and ass with my tongue until I knew I had her good and worked up.
"Get on your back," she uttered softly.
I did as she asked and then she turned herself around and put us in a 69 position, planting her pussy on my face as she began to suck my cock. She was hungry for it, too. She'd never blown me so eagerly before, grunting and moaning as she quickly bobbed her head up and down my poll. I played with her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks while fingering her hole at times, all while licking her wet pussy.
Her hand wrapped around my cock and began jerking me as she came up for air. I could hear her moans grow shorter and louder, quickly on their way to becoming screams of pleasure. I kept up my simultaneous attack on her pussy and ass. It wasn't long before she reached her first climax in a whimper. Her pussy clenched around my tongue as her entire body went rigid; even her grasp on my cock tightened almost to the point of causing me pain. When her orgasm finally released her from its grip, she collapsed onto her elbows, barely able to hold herself up.
"Roll over onto your back, baby," I encouraged, and she did with a little help from me.
I then changed my position and crawled until I was hovering over her; my raging hard on aimed for its home within her pussy. I looked into her eyes, waiting for her next instruction. She gave me the smile I loved so much and nodded, allowing me access to her love hole. Smiling in return, I took hold of my cock and guided it into her pussy, slowly, inch by inch until I buried deep inside her, all the way to the hilt. She reached up with what strength she had left and pulled me down by the shoulders, so I was laying completely on top of her.
My mouth met hers, and we locked in a steady embrace with my hard cock inside her. We kissed slowly and passionately, hugging each other as tight as we could, wishing we could be closer than physics could allow. We weren't married yet, but we were beginning to understand the physical aspect of becoming one as the pastor would describe. At that moment, we were one flesh, one spirit, one heart.
I reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers only to replace it to her neck to lick and suck just below her jawline. She gasped in heavy and ragged breaths as I stimulated her from the neck, still not moving my throbbing cock in her pussy. Her fingernails dug into my flesh, threatening to break the barrier keeping the blood in my body. I needed to explore using her neck as foreplay in the future; it seemed to really drive her crazy!
"Make love to me," she whispered in my ear as I nibbled on hers.
I lifted my hips a few inches and then pushed back into her, starting with small movements to build our momentum. I still planned to make her scream, but I wanted to build up to that, so I kept it slow and steady for a few minutes while she regained her own strength and energy. It came back sooner than I expected as I noticed her begin to move her hips in succession with my thrusts, meeting me halfway with each one in perfect rhythm. We slowly began to increase the pace, and I started to pull out further with each thrust.
Lifting my head, I saw the hunger return in her eyes, and it made us both smile greedily. She tried to twist her body, so I responded by grabbing onto her right thigh, wrapping her leg around my waist as I shoved myself deep into her pussy and then rolled us over, so she was on top. She pulled her leg free from my back and then pushed herself into a sitting position with my cock still swallowed up in her vagina. She leaned back slightly like she was riding a mechanical bull and I reached up and massaged her perfect tits as she began to ride my cock. This was still my favorite position because I got to see her entire body from the front, especially the point in which our bodies were connected. I loved seeing my rod disappear into her tight pussy as she rode me like a cowgirl. I moved my hands down to her waist, resting them just above the curve of her hips, pulling her back down onto my hard cock after she pushed herself up.
Her breasts were now free to bounce with her movements; it was hard to look at anything else when they were so free to move like that. My hands roamed up and down her body, exploring everything they could reach in this position. As they began to grow greedy, wishing to squeeze her bubbly ass, I sat up, pulling her body to mine and taking a nipple into my mouth. My hands explored her back, spending most of their time on her round ass. Freya then wrapped her legs around my waist, still bouncing slightly on my cock as much as the position allowed. I turned so my legs fell off the side of the bed opposite from where we'd started and then stood up when my feet felt the carpet.
She let out a loud gasp as her weight impaled herself on my cock, forcing it deeper inside of her than it had been before. I lifted her up by the ass and dropped her back on my cock.
"Oh, fuck yeah, that's good. Keep doing that, baby," she demanded, and I complied happily until my arms couldn't lift her anymore due to fatigue. When they did grow tired, I pinned her against the wall, her legs still wrapped around me tightly. I pulled out and thrust into her roughly, increasing the volume and quantity of her moans which had turned into yelps. When my legs grew tired, I turned back towards the bed and then set her down.
"Turn around," I commanded quietly, and she obeyed. "Put your hands on the bed," I went on, and she did as she was told. I then dropped down to my knees and spread her legs open to eat her pussy out a little before fucking her again.
She didn’t expect that and almost lost her balance as one of her legs gave out at the touch of my tongue to her pussy. I held her up, though, so she wouldn’t fall, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her ass open for better access to her pussy. After a couple minutes, I stood up, grabbed my cock and shoved it roughly back into her pussy.
"FUCK!" She screamed once as I slammed into her.
I pulled most of the way out of her and slammed back into her again, eliciting another screaming obscenity from her mouth. Each thrust was followed by another exclamation of one swear word or another, growing in volume each time, until she couldn't scream words anymore. By the time, I was fucking her so hard and so fast that sweat was dripping down my face. I noticed sweat building up on her back and ass as well. While I had her in this position, I decided to spank her, even though I was the one who was supposed to be punished. But I remembered how much she'd enjoyed being spanked in the hotel on the trip home a few days ago.
"Slap that ass!" She screamed, finally finding real words to scream at me.
I did as I was told and slapped her ass every few strokes of my cock into her cunt, switching between cheeks as I did. Soon her ass had bright red impressions of my hands on her cheeks. I rubbed them to calm the pain of the spanking I'd given her.
As I pulled out of her one time, my cock missed her pussy and hit her ass instead. She yelped as the head entered.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry, baby," I apologized pulling out of her.
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bsp; "Put it back in!" She whimpered.
"Are you sure?"
"Fuck my ass!" She half screamed half begged.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said as I pressed my cock back into her ass, slowly sliding in one tight half-inch at a time until I bottomed out in her hole.
"God that feels amazing," she gasped, her arms collapsing until she was holding herself up by her elbows. "Fuck me good and hard, baby," she commanded, and I was all too eager to comply.
I pulled out of her halfway and then slid back again, my balls lightly slapping her pussy. I continued to fuck her ass, slowly building my momentum more and more as I did, my balls audibly slapping against her cunt with each thrust. The tightness of her ass was almost more than I could take and it caused my orgasm to build faster than I was ready to release.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned her.
"Cum in my ass, baby. Fill me up with your cum!" She pleaded, giving me permission to finish when I wanted.
I willed myself to hold back as much as I could, but a couple minutes later it was completely out of my control, and I was exploding into her beautiful ass, bending over her back and thrusting deeper into her with each shot of cum. When I was totally spent, we fell onto the bed together, my cock slipping out from the momentum of the fall. My sticky member was pinned between the two of us as we laid there trying to catch our breath.
Chapter Ninety-One
Freya
The white light of day glared into my sleepy, half-closed eyes. Aah! My head! It felt as if a group of dwarfs was playing drums inside it. And the pinching rays of sunlight were doing nothing but adding to my irritation. The images of last night appeared to be a blur in front of my lazy eyes; they pushed me more into a haze like a state. What if I was hallucinating again? My heart ached at the thought, and my stomach growled. I swore to myself I would commit suicide if any of last night’s scenes was part of my wild imagination. My nose flinched, and I was almost on the verge of crying when I felt a tingling touch of a strong veiny arm over my waist. I looked down at myself beneath the covers. Jeez! I was fully naked and that hand, I quickly turned around, and the sight brought nothing but happiness to my almost teary face. Oh! My God! He was still there, sleeping next to me. His body was covered with my purple duvet.
