Seed of Sin (An Urban Fantasy Horror): The Edge of Reflection Book 3

by Carver Pike

  “Fuck gentle!” she cried out.

  She reached between his legs, grabbed his hard erection and stuffed it inside her.

  “Yes, there!” she yelled.

  The pain was immense. His cock fought its way past her lips and crammed inside her. She felt something pop. Her eyes shot open and for a second she thought she might pass out.

  But it felt so fucking good. It hurt. Oh, it hurt like hell, but it felt fucking incredible at the same time. She wanted it.

  Twig smiled down at her with childlike amazement. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and she wished she could relax and get lost in the moment. Yet, for her this was much more than her first wild fling. She had an insatiable sexual thirst she’d only discovered recently. She’d played with herself a few times, going as far as to use objects around her house to tease her pussy, but it was never enough. She was never satisfied.

  For the first time, with Twig buried inside her, she thought she may have a chance at fulfilling that need. Since appearing on the dark side a few years ago, she’d gotten aroused a few times. Once when she saw Hawks bathing in a river and even once when she’d accidentally walked in on Haylay changing clothes. The bulge between Haylay’s legs had turned her on and she’d had to play with herself down by the river. This was different though. She needed Twig inside her and wanted him to never pull out.

  From the bottom, she bucked her hips, trying to be in as much control as possible. He wasn’t fucking her as hard as she wanted. She reached around, gripped his ass, and dug her fingernails in.

  “Fuck me!” she yelled.

  He pushed harder and moved faster, but it wasn’t doing it for her. She liked the boy, but God she needed a man. She closed her eyes and imagined Hawks’ strong body on top of her.

  When she opened her eyes and found Twig grinning down at her with his goofy smile, she got aggravated. He wasn’t doing it right. She punched him hard in the jaw, knocking him sideways off of her. She didn’t let go of his manhood though, and instead, held onto it to keep control. She climbed on top of him and sat on it, thrusting her hips wildly. With every one of Lisa’s loud cries, Tania cried out along with her. Being on top was much better and Tania finally started to feel what she needed.

  ***

  Savage Bear sat alone in his cell, cross-legged on his bed, contemplating what he needed to do. He was shirtless, only wearing his blue prison pants. If he’d had the option, he’d wear only the loincloth he’d originally worn when crossing through the mirror. He reached under his mattress and retrieved a small shank made from a sharpened toothbrush he’d bought from a fellow inmate. He held it in his hand and swung outward once, practicing his attack.

  Finally, he stood and made his way over to the mirror. He touched the black braid that sat atop his otherwise bald head, and then leaned closer to the mirror.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” he said.

  ***

  Hawks sat on his knees in front of the fire, eyes closed, fighting his memories. He heard the sound of water sloshing around behind him, and was taken back to the night he fell through the hotel mirror. It was the same sound he heard that night before his struggle with Savage Bear. Hawks remained calm as he slowly pulled his hunting knife out of the sheath on his thigh, never glancing behind him.

  “Hawks! Watch out!” Bronc yelled from somewhere far away.

  “The baby,” Hawks said quietly to himself.

  He sprung to his feet, spun around, and saw the liquefied portal hovering in midair. Savage Bear’s ugly face was making its way into his world when Hawks reached out and swiped viciously at the man’s throat.

  “Rargh!” Hawks yelled, his anger and pain mixed together to form a powerful rage.

  Hawks’ blade dipped through the liquid, where it reached Savage Bear’s neck, and slit his throat. Hawks felt the blade saw through the evil image’s windpipe and enjoyed the look of disbelief on the intruder’s face.

  Savage Bear stumbled back from the mirror, clutching his throat, and stared at Hawks with complete confusion on his face. Blood soaked his bare chest.

  “For your family on this side,” Hawks hissed. A single tear fell from each of his eyes. “For your beautiful wife, so much like mine, and for the baby.”

  Hawks watched as Savage Bear stumbled around his cell, fighting the death grip pulling the life from his body. Finally, he fell to the floor and the mirror disappeared.

  Bronc reached Hawks and stared at the bloody knife in his hand. Hawks noticed and silently dropped his gaze to his own blood-soaked hands. He looked up at Bronc and smiled.

  “My image tried to return,” Hawks said.

  “Why now?” Bronc asked.

  The sound of the newborn baby rang through the air, breaking the silence and answering Bronc’s question.

  ***

  Inside the cabin, Gabe knelt next to Lisa, staring at Emma as she held the crying baby. Emma and Segundo both stood with mouths agape. It seemed they were having a hard time believing they were in the presence of a baby. Neither of them had even seen a child, none younger than the age of sixteen at least. Tears flowed from Emma’s eyes.

  “A miracle,” she said. “I never imagined…oh my…”

  Segundo wore a smile that was almost freakish, like his muscles wouldn’t let up, keeping the permanent grin in place. “Ha, I can’t believe it,” he said with a clap of his hands.

  “He’s what your people call an angel,” Emma added. “He’s so beautiful.”

  Lisa struggled to lift her head, so Gabe leaned over and supported it. Her face was pale and she trembled. Unable to hold her head up for long, she let it fall back onto her pillow, and kept her eyes focused on the ceiling.

  “Tell me my baby is okay,” Lisa said.

  Gabe moved to the foot of the bed and watched Emma holding the baby. He reached out with one hand to touch its forehead, afraid that even that simple gesture would shatter the infant.

  “Your son is more than okay,” Emma said. “He will be a strong boy, like his father.”

  She handed the baby to him. He refused for a moment.

  “What if I hurt him?” he asked.

  “Don’t drop him, my friend,” Segundo warned him. “For that you would never be forgiven. You are holding a miracle.”

  He chuckled.

  Gabe accepted his son with both arms out, palms up, ready to cradle the first child born on the dark side of the mirror. His heart skipped a beat as Emma lay the baby down onto his open arms.

  “My God, Lisa,” Gabe said. “He’s perfect.”

  “Have you picked out a name yet, my friend?” Segundo asked.

  Gabe looked down at the short black hairs pasted to his son’s head and proudly announced his name to the world.

  “Vincent, after my father,” he said.

  Lightning crashed outside the window and thunder boomed.

  ***

  Tania rode Twig’s lap furiously in the woods behind the cabins. The wind picked up violently, thrashing the trees back and forth, and rain suddenly slammed down against them.

  “Yes!” she cried out, her face raised to the heavens.

  She didn’t stop. A lighting bolt could have cracked her skull and she would have kept bucking. The fierce weather was only amping up the experience. The rain pelted against her skin, stinging, but bringing more pleasure. The added pain of the nail-like drops of water turned her on even more.

  “Where is this coming from?” Twig asked.

  “It’s called passion,” Tania cried out.

  A thin tree branch flew from a tree and smacked her back, like a whip tearing at her flesh. She howled in pain, but loved it. She looked down at Twig and saw fear on his face.

  “If you say we should stop, I will kill you!” she screamed.

  “Maybe we should go back!” Twig announced.

  “Shut up, I feel something!” Tania argued.

  Wind drove her hair back, and a flash of lighting highlighted her face as she screamed out in ecstasy. The fire flowing th
rough her body seemed to gather somewhere near her forehead, then it rushed through her chest and down into her stomach, killing all the butterflies. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t…no, she couldn’t fucking move.

  Holy shit, what was happening?

  She slapped at Twig’s leg, forcing him to put in more work to make up for her lack of movement. It was like her body had turned to stone. The pleasure was immense. She tried to cry out but her words got stuck in her throat as she felt a wave of ecstasy flow from her pussy.

  There, through the fury of the storm, Tania had her first orgasm, and with quivering legs, she collapsed onto Twig’s body and lay there laughing.

  A heavy tree uprooted next to them and thundered to the ground, finally frightening them enough to send them running. Twig pulled up his pants as he ran, dragging Tania, who was still in a daze.

  ***

  Hawks and Bronc stood under the cover of Gabe’s patio. Haylay and Nita sat next to them, staring out at the raging storm. Hawks looked down at his bloody hands and saw that Nita was concentrating on them too. He started to offer an explanation but couldn’t. Instead, he stepped out into the rain to rinse himself.

  “What are you doing?” Nita called out to him. “You’re going to get yourself sick.”

  Hawks stepped closer to the house and stood outside the patio, enjoying the feel of the cold rain on his body.

  “What is happening?” Nita asked. “The sky was clear and all was calm only moments ago.”

  “I never saw something like this before,” Bronc admitted. “Bad storms, yes, but none so sudden, with such anger.”

  “Nita,” Hawks called out as the rain slammed against his face. “Maybe you should go inside with your husband and Emma.”

  “Wait,” Nita cried suddenly. “Where is Tania?” She glanced around at the empty cabin patios around her. “She was with us at the fire.”

  “And where’s Twig?” Bronc asked.

  Haylay squinched up his mouth and nose and rolled his eyes, laughing to himself.

  “Y’all really don’t know?” He laughed aloud and threw his hands up in the air. “Apparently them two had a whole storm bottled up between their legs. And they let that shit loose tonight,” he announced with a hoot.

  He quieted down when he realized no one else found it amusing.

  “Geez, y’all. It’s only human nature. I know what it’s like not gettin’ any ‘round here. Shoot, I don’t blame ‘em.”

  “I’ll go find them,” Hawks said.

  Bronc looked at Nita, and saw her nervously biting her lip.

  “They are young, but old enough,” he informed her.

  “She’s like my baby,” Nita said.

  “She’s not baby anymore,” Bronc argued.

  “When Segundo finds out, he’s gonna…” she started, but then stopped and glared at the space between two cabins.

  Bronc turned and followed her gaze. Twig held Tania’s hand, fighting against the tremendous wind.

  “Where were you?” Nita yelled. “Are you crazy?”

  She marched out into the rain to grab her daughter by the arm.

  “And you!” she yelled, jabbing a finger at Twig. “You should be ashamed of your damned self, dragging my daughter out into the woods.”

  Twig looked shocked and Tania looked as innocent as can be.

  ***

  Inside the cabin, Gabe looked up at the ceiling, listening to the torrential rain. Emma flinched as something struck the roof.

  “Where did this come from?” she asked.

  Suddenly Lisa cried out in pain, lifting her legs back to the open position. She breathed through clenched teeth and pushed unwillingly.

  Gabe didn’t know what to do. He held Vincent in his arms, and watched as his wife’s body began to spasm.

  “Lisa!” he cried out.

  Emma dropped to her knees and moved closer to her, spreading Lisa’s legs so she could see what was going on.

  “I think there’s another baby in there,” Emma said.

  “What?” Gabe asked.

  “Yes, there’s a head. I see the hair,” Emma advised him.

  “Twins?” Gabe asked, shocked.

  Segundo grabbed Gabe by his shoulders and sat him down in a chair.

  “Fainting here won’t help anyone,” he said.

  Gabe watched in a mix of fascination and horror as Emma struggled with the second baby. Lisa was exhausted and was barely able to push.

  “Please…please no more,” she begged. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

  “Hang in there, Lisa. You have to do this,” Emma said. “I need you to push. I’m holding onto the baby’s head, but you need to help me out here.”

  “Help you?” Lisa asked. “I don’t have…energy…don’t have…”

  “Push baby,” Gabe begged her. “It will all be over soon.”

  Lisa screamed as she gave one final push. Emma gripped the baby’s head and pulled with a force that seemed like it would pop the baby’s head off. She yanked it out the rest of the way, falling back onto her butt as the baby finally escaped, then let out a nervous laugh as she sat up and held the second child.

  “I don’t believe it,” Segundo said.

  “It’s amazing,” Emma said as she put her cheek to the innocent newborn’s forehead. “He’s so wonderful.”

  She cut the umbilical cord and handed the baby to his mother.

  “You did it, mama,” Emma said.

  Lisa cried and laughed at the same time.

  “We did it,” she agreed.

  “Don’t suppose you’ve got a name picked out for this baby,” Segundo joked.

  A ray of light shined through the window behind Lisa’s bed, passing a warm glow over the baby’s face and causing him to squint.

  “Vision,” Lisa announced. “His name is Vision, for a brighter future.”

  ***

  Outside, the rain suddenly stopped. There was no light drizzle or slow end to the storm that had been raging only moments before. It just stopped. Like God himself had reached down from the heavens and swatted it away.

  Hawks, who’d been in the middle of dragging Twig toward their cabin, was soaked from head to toe, but he stopped sloshing through the mud and looked up at the sky in disbelief. The dark clouds floated away, the lightning ceased, and the thunder calmed itself.

  He looked over at Bronc, Nita, and Haylay who all stood on the cabin porch, in awe of what they were seeing. For the first time ever, on the dark side of the mirror, an orange glow lit up in the night sky, challenging the darkness to a duel. The darkness surrendered quickly, and the sun rose, lighting the sky to a light blue with the pastel colors of a sunrise. For the first time, there was day.

  ***

  Inside the cabin, Segundo slid the drapes open on all the windows. Gabe held Vincent in his arms, looked over at Vision, and then toward the window, shocked by what he was seeing. An orange glow on the dark side?

  “A miracle,” Emma repeated.

  The light shining through the windows cast a warm, yellow light on the room, fighting off the last remaining shadows of night.

  “How is this possible?” Segundo asked. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  “It’s the sun. It’s daytime,” Gabe said.

  Vincent began to cry in his arms so he stepped out of the light and found shade for his newborn son.

  “I don’t understand,” Segundo said. “There has never been…what you said…daytime here. How is it possible?”

  From within Lisa’s arms, Vision cooed, looked up at his mom, and smiled.

  Chapter 5 – Peace No More

  Everyone in the small village was ecstatic, welcoming the warmth of the sun’s rays like trapped miners finally escaping from a dark cave system. To Haylay, the sun was an oddity. The dark side of the mirror was meant to be horrible, nighttime only, with the closest thing to day being the dusk that led back to the night.

  He sat on a blanket near the site of the nightly campfire, watch
ing the others basking in the sun’s warm rays. Haylay liked the feel of it on his skin and leaned back to better enjoy it. He wished Gabe and Lisa had been up to joining them, but Lisa was still too exhausted.

  “Back home, people would gather by the lake, like this, with a radio blasting our favorite tunes,” Hawks called out to the rest of them from under the shade of a nearby tree. “We’d barbecue chicken on a grill. Beer and snacks under the sun. Some might even toss a football around, throw a Frisbee, or kick a soccer ball.”