by Poppet
Here we go. She must love and kiss the day, or I must love and kiss her to celebrate the day? I think I prefer the latter option.
She giggles, locking her hands behind my neck and standing on tiptoes, pressing a delicate kiss on my lips, my lower body now with an entire agenda of its own, independent of my authority. “Nada know what you think. Either way ees okay. Love ee-is most important way to welcome day. Day understand if you share moment. Enough love for all.”
Coffee coffee coffee coffee, golf, deep sea diving, sky diving, coffeee...
“What Aisyx thinking?”
“I'm trying to distract myself.”
“But for why?”
“Nada, you have awoken urges in me that are purely sexual. I can't help it. You are in my care and around here you don't take advantage of innocence, you protect it.”
“But for why is love wrong? Ees natural.”
Thank you god! Thank you thank you thank you. “Don't you at least want to try your coffee first?”
“But Aisyx the body speaks for you. Is pushing into me and shouting to be listened.”
And I can hear it. It's fucking deafening, but I want to sweep you off your feet and show you what it means to be treasured. I don't want you to feel used, ever.
Lifting her onto the counter I explore her mouth, unwilling to have this conversation, the wild pheromones boring through me are winning. This is a war I'm predestined to lose. This time she kisses me back, ready to experiment. Holeee pajamas, lady... that, that's trouble with a capital Tantalizing.
Picking her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, I head for the bedroom when she garrotes the kiss so suddenly I stop, “What's wrong, precious?”
“We go outside.” She nods.
Okay, public nudity is a prosecutable offense, but let's hope the neighbors are all still sleeping. Doing a one-eighty I go strutting out my back door, sitting down with her on the ice cold grass. She smiles at me with adorable approval, lifting onto her knees, carefully muzzling my boner with her body, closing her eyes, sliding onto me, releasing an alarm clock loud moan at the contact.
I'm too big, I fucking knew it. Was that a grunt of pain? What was that?
Resting her arms on my shoulders, nuzzling her nose into my neck, she whispers to compensate, “Goddess not hurt, Aisyx. Shhh, we love day now.” Pressing little fingers onto my lips to silence me, the lick of her tongue around my earlobe while she squeezes and slides on my one gun salute, I'm instantly firing into the morning, wishing I could yell out how damn lucky I am... and fuck the neighbors.
*
Ellindt:
The sensation of static electricity raising the hairs off my body and buzzing my skin makes me open my eyes.
Zarak, without the mask, takes my breath away. He's paler than flour, his eyes so crystalline they fractalize light, and his loving expression fills my heart with jubilation.
“When you sleep you look so innocent. It makes me want to put you in my chest and cocoon you there. Keeping you close where my fake heartbeat can soothe your worries and help you slumber the way you did in the womb.”
“I get it,” I smile, stretching.
“What do you get, blossom?”
“Loving you is loving me. It makes sense. It's such a new age joke, but it finally makes sense.”
Chapter 7
Aisyx:
The beautiful day has turned into a flash thunderstorm, and I've lost her again.
Closing windows, then the back door, I find her out front, sitting in the tree next to the wall.
“Hey, what are you doing out here? You're getting drenched.”
She doesn't look away from the sky, sitting with her arms hooked around her knees, staring up at the lightning with a fey smile on her face. “It's life.”
Frowning, I sit behind her, doing my best to warm her, wrapping my legs either side of hers, folding her into my chest with my arms, “Life?”
Nodding once, her cheeks flush with a warm glow, “This, it happen inside. I'm watch electric. It happen inside us too. Neuron? You call neuron? Spark lightning. The earth, she's talk. No one listen.”
Cuddled up, I watch her more than the sky. She's such an amazing creature. “Lightning is the earth's nervous system sparking? Communicating? What does it say?”
She nods, flicking her gaze to me briefly before watching with wonderment at the dark and stormy sky, “Shh.”
Nada surveys it, the rain running down her face and painting her ethereal. “Cross. Angry. Something wrong.”
When a goddess tells you something is wrong, I've learned it's best to listen. I consider the Slakax in the same category.
“What is wrong?”
“Shhh Aisyx, Nada can't hear when you distract.”
“Babes, you're bloody freezing out here. Come inside and watch from the window.”
“Ne! Wind talk too. Shhh.”
Gritting my teeth until my muscles flex I exhale my sigh quietly, waiting while the storm whisperer gathers her intel.
“Angel come. Big. Lots. Many many come. They come now!” Wrestling out of my arms she bolts to her feet, rounding on me with huge fearful eyes. “You make safe! You promise!”
“Will you come inside now?” I arch both eyebrows up. I still don't understand her logic, but I can't keep anyone safe if they insist on sitting in the pouring rain until they're sopping wet and shaking.
Giving me a singular nod she streaks into my arms, expecting a hug.
The perks of this life keep getting better. Lifting her with my embrace I walk us indoors, straight to the shower.
“Get warm little miss starlight. And scream if you need me.”
Her expression is still startled and she simply opens her mouth and screeches blue murder at me.
Laughing, I shake my head, “Okay, I'm staying.”
Stripping my wet shirt off I indicate she should turn the faucets on. Goddesses like waterfalls, not showers, and she tries my patience with her adherence to her aversion of technology. I can't find the remote anywhere.
She sits on the closed toilet lid, waiting for me, uncaring that her long blond hair is causing puddles on the floor. Leaning across her, I turn the lever, jumping when her tongue dives into my belly button. “Don't do that. I can't think straight when you start that.”
“No one should think straight,” she mutters, catching me in her hands and pulling me closer, circling her tongue around my navel.
“Nada!”
“Aisyx!” she singsongs back.
*
Zarak:
Solidifying, her words vaporize my agenda. Twisting I lift the pyrolic, taking a long pull, stilling the thought-free euphoria blanketing my mind.
She sits up, hugging me from the back, resting her sleepy head between my shoulders. “You've made me curious. And... you've made me realize my perspective was human. Knowing you isn't cheating on Doug. If you and I can bury the hatchet it means Doug and me will have a real chance at lifelong love. I love him as my mate, as the man I can love to his grave, someone who had no reason to love me but did anyway. You've always loved me and you always will. I get that now. You are my yang, and to be complete I need to meet you halfway.”
The corners of the carefully constructed room leak light in, their mortar weakening with her words. I consciously hold this manifestation in the physical, if she only knew we are nowhere near the underworld, but we're home. I could knock a hole in that wall and walk with her into the forever light, keeping her here, safe, surrounded and inside a love that never wanes.
But her human side needs Douglas. She needs to have that experience. It will humble her and make her compassionate toward humankind. Home will always be here with the door wide open and warmth spilling from the windows, welcoming her whenever she chooses to leave the hard planet behind.
The pryolic has taken effect and I turn back fully solid and physical, to cup her cheek, leaning down, delicately brushing her lips with a morning dedication.
Instead of the spit an
d hiss I've grown accustomed to, she presses her cheek into my hand, returning the motion, moving close and pressing up against me, sinking her soft tongue into my mouth.
Oh Ellie, you torture me. I love you so much I want to explore every manifestation of its expression with you. By knowing you I know myself. It's madness, but that's why soulmates and spiritmates exist. By mating with your other half you not only have unparalleled pleasure but you also become stronger and complete, the oneness of being is a normal and sane-particle of this experience.
She pushes me backward, forcing me to recline until I am laying down, turns around, hikes up her slip and holds my member in the prone gap between my hips and her legs.
“Ellie?”
“Shut up Zarak, or I'll lose my nerve. This is like incest, only worse, but fuck it I'm curious.”
Backwards cowgirl to meet the new day, that's my Ellie for you. Smiling, I sweep the hair off her back to drape over her shoulder, watching her with languid fascination.
Fluid grace dances in the curve of her spine to the swell of her hips and it's a familiar delight when she slides onto me. Just her words of intent were enough to spark my libido to life and I must admit the physical experience is so very different to the spiritual one that I never grow tired of it.
Grabbing her hips I guide her, watching the most erotic vision a man can behold, pink lips licking up and down my shaft in endless friction, sucking and kissing me with the depths of her supernal sex.
It's slow, sedate, as if for the first time she's feeling me, paying such reverence to it that I'm being committed to her memory, her body measuring, examining the head, the ridge, the shaft, and where it feels best within her. Finding the sweet spot she balances on the end of my shaft, cupping her misty warmth around my head and slipping up and down in minute increments, the ridge pulling and pushing friction where she wants it.
It's turning me into a desert of potential watching this exploration and appreciation of the body I created just for her - so she could know me.
Her breathing accelerates, her hips gyrating, our sensitivity chaffing, breasts swaying, her heat oozing hotly down to pool in my groin with her excitement.
Her expression of ecstasy is such a soul siphoning whimper that I'm sure my heart burst into flame inside my chest. Tears of emotion sluice across my dry eyes. I never thought I'd witness this moment. Never.
She slumps back, reclining on my torso, her head resting on my chest, and I hug her, with all the strength in my weak body I hug her.
Thank you Ellie. Oh baby, thank you!
She unlatches my arms, puts her hands over mine, and covers a breast with each one. Hard nipples press into my palms and she rubs them using my hands with her guidance. She churns her nipples with so much friction she spasms around my dick still buried in her, squeezing the vestiges left inside me deep into her while she has a nipple stimulated release.
“This has to be the weirdest masturbation ever.” Letting go of my hands, her inhalations sounding breathless, she lies heavily on me, saying huskily to the ceiling, “I'm a boob girl. If you really want to turn me on suck my nipples and rub them, really rub them, and I'm putty.”
And just like that she hands me the golden ticket to her nirvana. She trusts me. She gave me a weakness to use against her.
I have no words to voice how vastly significant this moment between us, is to me. Finding my voice, I cover her chest with my hands again, “I'm escorting you home. I'll be shielding your energy from the scouts so you can get ready, then I'll take you to Douglas.”
It's the only way I can express my gratitude sufficiently.
She picks up my right hand and kisses the knuckle, “Thank you, Zarak.”
“Blossom–”
“Don't ruin it. Don't speak. You taught me … stuff... I needed to know... and this morning... it's... me getting to know I'm all I need. I'm enough. I'm fantastic. I'm not lacking or broken or dangerous. I'm an angel of light, in a body made for life, and now I'm off to live that life, and when I'm done living life... I have you. And now I know I can yell and you'll come running. But you're still a stupid wanker.”
Laughing at the sweet maiden talking to herself, to me, the heat pillowed between us still scorching, I say, “I'm a wanker? Then so are you. The next you tell me to go fuck myself I'll consider it an invitation.”
“You threatened Douglas with the nine of diamonds because you were insecure. You thought someone could steal me from you when we both know that's clearly not possible. You didn't have to scare a human that way. My human.”
“Suitably chastised.” Laughing, I sit up with her, “Come on, let's get you on your carriage to your human king.”
I wasn't worried about Doug stealing you sweetling, I was worried about what Arelstin would do to Doug if he had an inkling of just how much you love that human.
Getting off me with the ease only a vampress could manage, she twists, planting a fat juicy kiss on my mouth. “I wish we'd been this honest and open sooner.”
It breaks my heart a little, and I hold her hand, squeezing so hard I hear her fingers pop, instantly regretting it, “You wouldn't let me in, I couldn't save you until you had no choice left but to turn to me.”
She pops her fingers back into their sockets, loudly. “And the next time you break my fingers, I'm going to break your jaw. Are we clear?”
“Ha! You think you're such a hotshot now.”
She sits on my legs, painting her finger around my mouth, “You know what you taught me? I'm as powerful as you. Now you're the one in shit alley, sweetheart.”
God, how I love you. You are so much fire wrapped up in pretty. “Stop stalling, if you don't go you'll never know. If you love him as deeply as you say you do, you owe him this much.”
Her face turns serious, worry and regret changing the hue of her eyes. This trust, the open display, it's magnificent.
Finally we are friends.
Chapter 8
Aisyx:
It's official, the lady doesn't like wine but loves bitter coffee, and I finally have an excuse to be a normal and reckless male.
“We're going to have to take you shopping for clothes, Nada.”
“For why?”
“It might be okay to be naked in your home but here we have to cover up, and when the snow comes you're going to be grateful for it.”
“But Aisyx can make cloth instant appear. Nada not want people. People chase.”
Shit, strike two.
Recalling her own words, I hold her hands, pressing them flush to my heart, “Aisyx makes safe. Remember?”
Plus women love spending money and shopping and I finally have someone to lavish my fortune on. We live for so long that money accumulates and to be frank we really have no use for it except for distractions and toys to pass eternity with.
Worry disembowels her innocent expression and it twinges my heart with such violence I pull her close, holding her tight. “I promise to look after you, Nada. I'll be with you every second. I won't let anyone chase you, not ever again.”
“For why they want hurt?”
“I don't know. But it makes Aisyx want to hurt them.”
“Ne, for to hurt back make ne logic, just make more hurt, then too many hurt and not one happy. Peace important. Love important. Ne hurt for Nada, for Aisyx.”
“Sweetheart,” I murmur, pawing the hair back off her face and cupping it up to stare at me so I can fall back into her eyes, “It's my duty to protect you. If that means getting violent you'd better believe I won't hesitate.”
“Aisyx!” She struggles to free my grasp and I let her go, watching the shades of green change and mutate in her eyes with each emotion, “Nada not allow! You for Nada not hurt ! Hurt no reason. Plague, ees disease in man, no hurt! To make plenty hurt ne sense, ne love. To sore make bad energy, make innocent cry, Aisyx no spread pain plague.”
She's pretty emphatic about this. Try explain your logic to my king, sweetheart. We're in the middle of a war and that bastard has
already exchanged blood with you.
Shit!
That means he can find her anywhere, anytime, whispering in and out of my home like the wind. How the fuck do I keep you safe from that?
Moisture wicks in her eyes and she pleads, holding my hand tightly in both of hers, “For please? Vendetta ees bad for all. To sore back no make good, no balance right, make more heavy unbalance. Love all over...” She releases one hand to indicate the air around us. “Breathe in, make mind blind to hurt, make Aisyx not make sore anyone, too much love in here.” She points at my chest.
Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn't fly down here in the trenches.
“Say for me. Aisyx ne make sore for Nada.”
For you, anything. This is so going to bite me on the ass.
“Okay. I swear I won't retaliate. I won't hurt anyone.”
But my kin will if anyone touches a hair on your body without your consent.
Her smile – relief – it's so sweet I wish I could bundle her up and hide her in some forgotten haven where evil doesn't exist.
*
Ellindt:
Panicked, nervous, I lower to the casket on shaky legs until I'm kneeling before it. With petrified reverence I pry the lid open, pushing it wide to examine the inner sanctum of my only secret.
Emotions rush me like thugs, punching me in the gut, stabbing my chest with so much pain breathing is near impossible. Staring at the treasures of my youth I delicately finger the red kilt, lifting out the thistle captured in a bauble, preserving it.
My first flower, my first romance... I left my heart in Glencoe many years ago.... I haven't been whole since.
Bowed over the delicate amulet my heartache ruptures through the fragile fissures webbing my courage, singeing my eyes with stagnant tears as I cradle the flower of Scotland under my nose.
