“You can. You will. This way or the other.” She drops my hand. “Sometimes it’s better to drift with the current not against it. You’ll see.”
“But—“
“No buts. Plants need to be cross-bred. Plants need to be replanted sometimes. It’s how things are sometimes. You cut plants, tear them, nurture them, and destroy them sometimes.”
Maybe. Maybe not. It seems like it’s not my job to understand. Maybe I’m too small to know big things. My marriage is something I should fight for. My family is something I should fight for.
Maybe bad things can be good sometimes. I’m not a god. I don’t need to understand.
A thought hits me hard. Tania was supposed to start her first year of school. We were supposed to share a room at the students’ house. What if she had died? I was ready to risk my own life. I can’t risk my family members’ lives though. They are everything to me.
Nikolai and I thought that we were invincible, prepared, and smart. We’re just ants against our gods.
I wash myself, pull my dress on and Aria leads me to the great hall where we’re going to celebrate Arnau’s reunion with his people. The food placed on the silver leaves makes my mouth water so I move closer to the table and grab a sandwich. It’s made of toffuna that grows in the Silver Forests and tastes as delicious as Vosgi’s bread. Two men sit on the cushions and put drums between their splayed legs. The beat calls to the most primal part of my being. Agnar grabs my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor. I shake my head, and he moves away from me. I see him invite another woman to a dance.
The music is wild and sensual, dark like my desire for my husband. I let it abduct me and fill me. My hips sway, and I raise my arms in an arc. The drums make my heartbeat speed up. I sink my fingers into my hair and enjoy the moment. Muscular arms wrap around me from behind, and I yelp. A hot mouth plants a kiss on my neck.
“Arnau,” I say. “You should be resting now.”
“I had a bath, woman, and I want to fuck,” he says into my ear as his hands cover my breasts, and he squeezes them. “I killed four punnicas, Isabella. I deserve a good fuck.”
“Yes, you’re a hero.”
“Heroes need to fuck.”
We sway, clenched together, and I rub my ass against his hard on. The music forms a hot intoxicating reality around us. I turn to face him.
“Let’s fuck then,” I say.
His bruised face softens as his eyes blaze. I see love in his gaze and it blends with the hunger so dark that I shiver. I hold his hand, and we exit the great hall. Arnau leads me along a dark narrow passage that opens into a cave. I haven’t seen this place yet. I sigh as my eyes travel to a waterfall that feeds a hot spring spread over three terraces. Steam rises from the navy water as the walls of the cave shine like blue crystals.
I lie down on a blanket that’s spread by the rough bank of the hot spring. Arnau crawls on top of me. He gathers my dress up to my waist.
“This won’t be very romantic,” he says, his voice husky with desire.
“But the next time will be.” I fold my legs and spread them wide apart for him.
Our lips meet in a hungry kiss, and I feel him lower his trousers. His cock throbs at my entrance. My arousal trickles down my inner thigh.
“Say it again,” Arnau demands.
“I’m happy you’re alive?”
“No.” His hand slips under the bodice of my dress, and he pinches my nipple, causing me an arousing pain. “Say it.”
“I love you.” I glide my palms over his muscular back, gently smoothing my fingertips over every drying wound.
There’ll be scars, a lot of them, but I’m going to love each of them as much as I love him.
He pushes his cock into my pussy, burying himself inside me to the root. A searing pain makes me stiffen.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “You’re big.”
Arnau
She starts panting, her body trembling beneath mine.
“I need you,” I growl.
“I didn’t say anything.” A gasp follows her every word.
I need to fuck my wife; I need to make her truly mine.
Her hands squeeze my butt, and she smiles for me even though it’s painful to her. I go deeper. Her cunt is so tight that I feel insane.
Isabella runs her thumb up and down my crack and my body shivers against hers. I’m on the brink. Her eyebrows arch, and she smirks at me.
“You naughty boy,” she says as her voice has a seductive raspy tinge.
Sweat beads her forehead and trickles down her temples. She crosses her ankles behind my back and puts her forefinger into her mouth.
“You naughty girl,” I rasp.
She sucks her finger as she would suck my dick. I love my marriage.
Isabella pulls her finger out and brings my lips down to hers. Our tongues tangle together and mate. I feel her finger slip into my ass, causing me a sting of pain. I’ve never allowed any woman to fuck me like this.
My wife is allowed to do this to me, to fulfil all her carnal desires. She slides her finger in, knuckle deep, and I feel my balls tighten. It’s so fucking good with her. The dense decadent tension building inside me seeks relief.
I thrust into her as she kisses me and fucks my asshole with her finger.
Isabella
His body stiffens against mine, and he starts moaning. I feel his cock thicken inside me, and his hot cum fills me up.
Arnau drops his head onto my shoulder. His breath heavy, he pulls out of me. I groan as he rolls over on his back. I roll on my side, leaning against my elbow, and I see my virginal blood on his cock.
“Am I a good wife to you?”
“Perfect.”
My body feels like somebody has beaten me up. “Say you love me then.”
“I already told you this.”
I lean towards him and smooth a hand down his chest. Three cuts stretched across his right pec look like chasms.
“Hey, let’s get you into the hot spring,” I say as I sit up and move back to remove his trousers.
He doesn’t protest. I know he’s still recovering. I help him strip and then I scramble to my feet. He stands up as I support him, and we flop into the hot water. Arnau sits on the rock shelf so he’s immersed up to his pecs. I stand in front of him.
“Don’t do this to me again,” I say as my throat tightens.
“Don’t do what?” He shakes his head.
“Don’t die again.”
“I didn’t. You almost died.” There’s anger in his voice. “When I tell you to run you run, understood?”
“I moved back,” I snap. “And there was no ground, you know.”
“I told you to run not move back and you almost drowned in the river.”
I salute him and that makes him chuckle.
“Four punnicas?” I run the back of my knuckles down his arm. “You are the best warrior in the universe.”
He splashes his face. “Prometheus helped me.”
“What?”
“He’s gonna help us, Isabella.”
“What?”
“You were right. There’ll be a revolution, but we’re not gonna lead it. We started it and that was our job.”
“I know.”
I lay my head on his shoulder. We remain silent for a moment. It’s a beautiful peaceful silence full of our love.
“We should have a baby,” I say.
“We should have five babies.”
“Three babies.”
“Four babies.”
We finish our bath and snuggle on the blanket until Aria comes to tell us off.
“The celebration is for you two,” she says and looks at us sternly. “So at least the healthiest of you two could attend.”
We put our clothes on and return to the great hall. Arnau lies down on a thin mattress covered with twenty cushions, and I eat as much food as I can manage. It’s delicious, and I love food.
The next lunar triad, all the village gathers in the great hall to listen to
Arnau. They form a circle around him.
“Vahan, the ruler of Nassara,” Arnau starts, “gave me his daughter. His daughter is my z’onny.”
“Aee,” they say in one voice.
“Vahan is my brother and he wants to be our ally and protector.”
“Aee.”
“Our children will be safe and healthy in Nassara.”
“Aee.”
“Vahan needs our support.”
“I’ll go,” a young woman says.
“I’ll go,” a young man says and he juts his chin out towards Arnau, “but you’ll make warriors out of us so we can kill four punnicas in one go.”
“I will,” Arnau says.
“I’ll go,” Agnar says, “but you’ll find me a beautiful wife in return.”
“We’ll see,” Arnau says and chuckles.
Everyone nods and another celebration starts. Arnau and I sit on the cushions in the corner of the great hall.
“My warrior,” I say.
“My punnica,” Arnau says.
“You’re not gonna kill me, are you?”
“I may smack your ass from time to time.”
“I can’t wait. My hero.” I purr.
Music starts playing and one of the women urges all the kids to go to bed so only the adults occupy the great hall. Yes, the evening is for the adults only.
Arnau pulls me into his lap, and I free his hard cock. My eyes sweep over the room—two men are chattering, one woman is eating, Aria is swaying in rhythm of the drums. I lift my hips and impale myself on my husband’s stiff cock. Pain surges through me. I see a woman crawl on top of one of the men and she starts riding him as another man kneels down and drives his cock into her ass. They fuck at a lazy pace as their sighs and moans fill my ears.
Arnau’s mouth covers mine, and he kisses me hard.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growls. He glides his palm over my ass cheek and pushes a finger into my tight hole, causing me a sting of pain. “Good?”
“Very good.”
We kiss.
We fuck.
We love eternally.
Arnau comes with a moan, but he’s still hard inside me. I slide off and push him so he lies down on his back. My lips brush against his.
“I haven’t finished yet,” I say.
“So go on,” he murmurs, his eyes insane, full of desire.
I hold the base of his stiff cock and sit on my heels between his folded legs. My mouth wraps around the head of his shaft. My finger travels to my clit, and I massage myself. A jolt of pleasure surges through me, bringing me to the brink. Arnau moans as I take his cock deeper into my mouth. I taste my own arousal mixed with his cum. I bob my head on his cock, stroking the base. I rub my clit harder. My orgasm rolls over me, and I tremble violently. Arnau pushes my head down, urging me to fuck him faster. I caress his balls, as his moans crescendo. I suck him harder, sliding my finger covered with my arousal into his asshole. He stiffens, trembles, and cries out his pleasure.
I crawl on top of him and kiss him, my tongue wiggling around his.
“Your every hole belongs to me, Arnau.”
He chuckles. “I’m all yours, punnica.”
—Tania holds my hand in hers.
“Four punnicas,” she says as dread fills her eyes.
“My husband is the best warrior on the Continent,” I say. “No, in the whole multi universe.”
“My husband is a god.” Pride coats her voice. She smirks at me. “So I’m a goddess now.” No, it’s being haughty not proud.
“Like hell.”
She rolls her eyes. “Maya will marry the winged creature.”
“Maybe, one day when she’s grown.”
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We move into a room made of green intelligent energy. It is the colour of seaweed. The whole building is made of intelligent energy whilst the crater is one enormous hot spring. The building shelters us from the heat though.
The Hollian Moon is beautiful—harsh, mysterious, as black as space. It exudes some form of aura—delicate and misty.
Arnau and I fuck like two rabbitas until we attend Agnar’s wedding. Yes, the dick decided to take a wife—a clone to be precise. So here we are, standing at the bank of one of the pools. The clone looks nervous as fuck, but Agnar grins like he’s deliriously happy.
Prometheus pronounces them husband and wife, and Agnar grasps his wife’s waist, lifting her off the ground. My mother claps her hands so I do the same as her. It must be an Earth custom.
Agnar kisses his wife on the mouth and tears prick my eyes. This is revolution. This is freedom. This is choice.
The other clones start singing. Pain and beauty squeeze my heart at the passion and sadness and magic in their voices.
“Gypsies on Earth sing like this,” my mom says and sniffles.
“No, elves sing like this,” Athena says.
I don’t know who the fuck elves are, but I know who our gods are. They’re guardians. They’re two sides of balance.
Some of them are as cold as ice.
Some of them can love. Love enough to come and save a Tadarid and his whole family.
Fyslene and her four companions would have killed us. They surrounded us just after Wuylir and Tania disappeared.
Vosgi with her family, Kohar, and Almast with her husband and two kids are safe in Arnau’s village. Nassara burned to ashes.
Prometheus and his team really love us for being us.
Samael doesn’t love us, but he has a weakness for Maya. Maybe Tania is right. We’ll see.
Epilogue
Alyssa
My eyes sweep over our little garden that my husband loves so much. I love every stone of our little house that perches on the cliff. A sandy beach stretches along its bottom.
I smooth a hand over the low bun made of my hair as Vahan throws his arm over my back. He looks so handsome in his pair of jeans. I love the t-shirt he has on—there’s a zombie printed on the front.
“We’ll feed all our kids and kick them out of the house,” I say.
“Why can’t they cook for themselves?” Vahan says with humour. “They just come here every Sunday like it’s a restaurant.”
Tania and Wuylir are living at the opposite end of this little Cornish village, but Isabella and Arnau decided to live in the town ten miles away from the village. In Wuylir’s castle to be precise.
Maya is seventeen. My son is five.
My parents are still alive.
Yes, I’m back on Earth.
Vahan and Wuylir are running a shop with motorcycles. My husband has always been good at business and with Wuylir as his business partner, he’s earning nice money. I’m working in a small law firm, and soon Isabella will join me. Arnau and Tania own a small gym. They argue every working day.
Six months ago, Vahan and Arnau joined a motorcycle club called the Cold Storms MC. Wuylir and they attend church once a month and help a bunch of grandpas who are the club members. Help the grandpas do God knows what. Vahan calls it club business and he doesn’t want spill the beans. Well… The funniest thing is that my husband started calling me his old lady. I don’t mind. It’s fun.
Prometheus pops in from time to time to share the news on the revolution on Zaria. Agnar and his men are going to bring order to that planet.
Vahan and I have our peaceful little life to live out—burgers and coke once a month, a pair of jeans every three months, a movie at the cinema, a nice meal at the pub. Our children and grandchildren.
“I want another baby,” Vahan says. “A boy.”
“You made me pregnant three weeks ago, remember?” I peck his cheek. “Thank God, you have such a young fertile wife.”
His eyes radiate joy, and he kisses my temple. “Thank Samael, I can enjoy my pretty young wife for a very long time. I’m so happy, my little flower. You’re so fucking soft and beautiful when you’re pregnant.”
Yes, I’ve seen wonders in life.
I’ve seen other dimensions.
I’ve seen fairy tales.
I’ve seen gods and angels.
I’ve seen love and courage.
I love passionately. Eternally.
The front door of the house bangs. Right. My hungry children. I grab Vahan’s hand and pull him into our kitchen. Tania and Wuylir are seated at the kitchen table as their kids start arguing in the living room.
The front door bangs again. Arnau and Isabella enter the kitchen. Their kids cry and argue.
The front door bangs again. Samael walks in. The hairs on my back rise as always. Maya tumbles into the kitchen.
“Samael,” she gasps. “Did you buy me a present?”
Of course, he bought presents. He always buys presents.
Maya tears the bag away from his hand and plunges her hand into it. Samael sweeps his long black hair down his back. He looks like an angel even though he’s wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans complemented by elegant black shoes.
Maya passes a remote control car to my son and takes a shimmery white dress out of the bag. It’s a dress from Zaria. A squeal of happiness escapes Maya’s mouth. I want to kill the dick. He spoils her rotten, and I sometimes wonder why. The dick has no heart. He’s a killer. I know he made Earth safe for my whole family.
He smirks at me.
Vahan and Samael shake hands, and I start delivering food on the table in the dining room.
I don’t know whether I like Samael or not, my husband does like him. Samael gave my family a wonderful gift. We’ll have a very long life—my whole family. I mean A VERY LONG LIFE. Kind of eternal. Awesome, isn’t it?
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