“Your friends will be wondering where we are.” I snort, “They will know exactly where we are, they’re not stupid. And if not, the mess we’ve made of ourselves will give it away.” “Easily fixed.” He lightly smacks my ass, “Up you get.” I pout and slowly get up, feeling his cock slip out of me. There’s a bit of soreness, but nothing I can’t handle. The feeling of emptiness, however, still not a fan of. Jartre snaps his fingers and in an instant, we’re both dry and clean like nothing ever happened. I stare at him in amazement as I slip my thong back into place, do up my pants and button up my blazer. “You know with such a fast cleanup service, sex in public might become more frequent,” I tease. Jartre rises to his feet, tucking his dick away and doing up his pants, “And if you keep wearing pants like that, your ass will never be safe from me.” He grabs my hand and pulls me close. I smile up at him, “Promises, promises.” With our arms firmly wrapped around each other, we make our w
As I sit on Gabriella’s couch, staring at the TV screen and blinking my eyes to change the channels in rapid succession, I find myself zoning out and reflecting on what a first tonight was for me. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun. Now that I think about it, I’ve never had this much fun, not once in my whole existence. The fact she drives my libido into a frenzy aside, I feel light when I’m with Gabriella. I’ve always tried to convince myself that because I’m a God, I’m above the rudimentary emotions that seem to plague humankind, but I’m realising I have more in common with them than I ever thought possible. When I’m with Gabriella, it’s like a whole new world full of infinite possibilities and experiences opens up to me, and that’s saying a lot. The pain and the fear melt away and all that’s left is ebullience. I still can’t believe I spent the night in the company of humans and ACTUALLY enjoyed every second of it. Despite all the fun I was having with Gabriella and
She finally gets my pants undone and opens them wide, pulling until my cock springs free, twitching in front of her face as pre-cum drips from the tip. She licks her lips hungrily and reaches out, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock firmly. I let out a hiss of pleasure, throwing my head back and thrusting into her hand yearning for more of her touch. “I’ve never felt a cock as hard as yours,” she says with sensual admiration. I look down at her, taken by the hunger in her eyes, ready to make my retort when all words escape me the second she wraps her plump lips around the head of my cock. “Fuck!” I breathe out in ecstasy. "Gabriella..." My resistance disappears as I free my hands from behind my head and fists her hair in my hand, my mind going numb as her warm tongue teases my piss-hole like she’s diving for gold. She frees the head of my cock and slowly licks her tongue up my cock from base to tip, and as her eyes become fixed on me, I watch in captivation as she takes m
I smile into the mirror, tenderly touching the hickeys that line my neck. I remember when I was a teenager, getting a hickey felt like an exciting milestone, and I feel that same excitement again, only times that by a thousand. It’s more exciting because it came from Jartre - my soulmate. An all-powerful God who has become this ubiquitous force in my life yet worships the very air I breathe. No one has ever made me feel this way. Never made me feel such excitement, such desire, and such pleasure. I keep expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream, but so far the dream continues. Speaking of dreams, we barely slept. I’m noticing we don’t do much sleeping when we get together, yet I never feel tired. I mean, sure, there are times when the man’s ability to give me multiple orgasms renders me unconscious, but there’s this constant need for him that keeps me going most of the time. Standing here my knees still feel like jelly and every muscle aches in ways they’ve never ached before.
Standing tall and radiant before us is a three-story beach house nestled against a breathtaking tropical oasis. A few winding steps lead up to an incredible open-layout first floor, illuminated as the sun shines in from every window. From down on the sand I can see a lounge deck at the front and inside I can make out the living area and kitchen. The second and third floors have large wrap-around balconies covered in gorgeous flowers and vines that make it look like the beach house is one with the plant life. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. “Where did you find this?” I whisper in awe, barely able to believe something so beautiful could be real. “I didn’t. I created it,” he says proudly. I look up at him in shock. “You what?!” I shriek. “What do you mean you created it?” “I wanted a place that was just for us. Untouched by any other. So, when I left you this morning I found the perfect spot in the Indian Ocean and created our own little paradise,” he says with
He guides me out of the room and up another flight of stairs to the third floor, which is the bedroom. The entire third floor is the bedroom and ensuite! We step into a large bedroom of dark wood surrounded by windows overlooking the ocean. The bed and furniture are dark blues and greys, similar to his bedroom at his home, only this is much darker in contrast. At first glance, it feels like doom and gloom compared to the rest of the house but as I hear the waves crashing outside, I suddenly remember the sound of the rain the night we first made love. It was soothing and relaxing. I smile at the room as it dawns on me, that this room somehow perfectly embodies that night. I can picture the room's potential in my mind so clearly. A storm raging outside – probably conjured by one of Jartre’s moods – the skies turning grey, rain hitting the windows as the waves crash in the distance, all while I’m safely secure, curled up in his arms where nothing can hurt me. I don’t know how he did it,
While I sit on the sand, ocean waves sending a soft, warm breeze blowing through my hair, I stare into the crackling embers of the warm bonfire I’ve conjured, reflecting on how perfect today has been.It’s day two of enjoying this little slice of heaven I have created for Gabriella and me and there’s only one way to describe it: bliss. We talked, swam, and I showed her things my magic can do that I had never even thought to do before because I had no reason to before her. I watched her practice an upcoming dance routine, something I could have watched for eternity. She was worried I would be bored, felt neglected or that she was squandering our time together, but her worries were unfounded.When Gabriella dances or sings, she lights up a room. It’s like I can see her soul shining through, touching everyone and everything around her. The joy and peace she feels when she’s performing is something I’ve never experienced, and while I envy her for that, being able to feel those emotions th
I nod. “I did a lot of things. Gabriella…I…I killed the sanguidae in Oshmin’s care,” I say, closing my eyes tight in shame as images of terrified faces exploding in a shower of blood fill my vision, followed by the memory of me painting a message on the wall in their blood…I didn’t just kill them, I slaughtered them.“You what?” she whispers, though her voice is still perfectly clear to my ears.“I got so angry about everything. I wanted to hurt him. He was given everything, and he was taking it for granted…so I wanted to take everything away.” I look away, unable to see the nauseated feeling she has right now reflected in her beautiful eyes.“You murdered innocent people in cold blood…”“They were already dead,” I feebly defend myself.“Don’t even try that, Jartre,” she snaps, yanking her hand out of mine so quickly it leaves my palm stinging from the cold left behind. “You know damn well they were innocent, living, breathing people. You wouldn’t feel so shit if you didn’t know that
I walk down the front steps of the beach house, making my way across the sand and over to Jartre who continues to stare out at the horizon. I sense his anguish and guilt and if our bond were complete I’d probably be crushed by their weight. That’s the thing most people don’t realize about Jartre. Jartre feels everything far more intensely than others. His own emotions are a destructive force to himself and those around him. His love for Apaki nearly destroyed the world and then his love for me nearly did the same thing, only on a much larger scale. His guilt, disgust and shame birthed a new God and that has come with its own set of problems. I can’t blame Jartre for wanting to run and hide from his feelings all these years because it seems whenever he lets them out, someone gets hurt.“Are you going to keep standing there watching me?” he utters, not sparing me a glance.“I didn’t want to disturb you. Do you want to talk?” I gently ask.“I’m sure you already know what happened, so wha
I appear in a wide open, sparse living room surrounded by walls of stone and endless glass windows that look out onto an incredible mountainside from atop a hill with trees as far as the eye can see. The sound of the rain echoes around this somewhat hollow domain, each drop beating down on the glass ceiling and cascading down like a waterfall all around me.“What do you want, Jartre?”I look over to see Oshmin sitting at an oversized dining table, his head buried in his hands while flecks of golden glitter in his azure hair manage to twinkle in the light of such an overcast day. A simple whiff is enough to tell me Yildiz is here too, but as I pay closer attention I can feel her energy emanating from somewhere upstairs.“I’m sure you would love more than anything to throw me out, and that would be more than fair, but I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance to speak,” I say with all the confidence I can muster. I feel like a human child confronting their disappointed parent. It feels revolti
Instant relief washes over me when Gabriella finally appears. She crawls onto the bed, collapsing and snuggling up to me, wrapping her arms tight around my body and nuzzling against my chest, setting my body ablaze. I put the TV on mute, wrap my arms around her and plant a tender kiss on the top of her head.“How did it go?”“I knew it would be emotional but…that was even harder than I anticipated,” she exhales.I gently comb my fingers through her green locks as I tenderly run my fingers up and down her arm, her scent swirling around the room putting me at peace. “Did Fretez put up a fight?”She shakes her head, “No, she was very sympathetic and understood why I wanted to do this and said that ultimately it’s my decision and she no longer has a say on the matter. That alone is crazy to me. I mean… having the power to move the spirits of the dead from one plane of existence to another…it’s insane to think that’s something I can do now.”“And how did the young Alpha handle it?”“I thin
The tender moment is interrupted by the suite's buzzer, so I reluctantly free my hand from the mighty grip of my daughter and answer the door. I stand there, mouth agape, looking up at the 7’7” Goddess standing at the threshold of my suite. Dark, yet radiant forest green hair frames her face in long natural waves while her bright, silver eyes look down at me with apprehension.'What would a Goddess have to be apprehensive about?' Zara utters in astonishment, echoing my own thoughts.'Beats me, but a better question would be: why in the hell is a Goddess at my front door?''That is definitely the superior question,' Zara nods in agreement. 'What kind of God rings the doorbell?' Zara appears more lively than she has in weeks. I’m not the only one who lost both her parents. Just like me, the only things keeping her going are Ace and their pup.“I’m so sorry for just showing up like this. It’s Amelia, right?” she says hopefully. “Sorry, I mean, Alpha Amelia,” she quickly corrects herself.
As I look down into the bassinet, listening to the steady thumps of my precious baby girl, I lose count of how many emotions are running through me. My mum tried to brace me for how overwhelming having a baby is. She warned me that from one moment to the next I won’t know whether I want to laugh, scream or cry and she was right, but I still wasn’t prepared. However, the one thing she didn’t prepare me for was how to do this without her.Zara whimpers quietly in my mind as I look over at the framed picture by the television of my mum holding my daughter the day she was born, and I can feel the tears filling my eyes. She tried so hard to make herself look healthy and strong for her granddaughter that day. It’s such a beautiful, bittersweet photo. My mum’s radiant red hair almost cocooning my daughter, her thick black tufts a stark contrast against my mum’s red. Mum was so happy to meet her granddaughter and even though my daughter was fresh out of the womb, it’s like she knew what my mu
I place a glamour over my eyes just as Jartre taught me, allowing people to see my eyes as they once were and not as they are now. I figure this will make it a little easier to take in my new appearance. I wait until Wyatt steps out, then let myself into Derrick’s hospital room. I walk over to the bed and look down at my best friend, his hair damp with sweat and his face pale. He doesn’t deserve this, and I feel like a bad friend for not being there more for him lately because of all this supernatural drama.I quietly pull up a chair and sit down, reaching out and holding his hand between mine. Derrick slowly opens his eyes and looks over at me, first his brows furrow in confusion, but soon his eyes widen in disbelief as he looks me over.“Ella?”“Hey, you,” I say softly.“What…Is that a wig?” he asks in confusion.“Uh no.” I grab a strand of hair between my fingers and look down at it scornfully. “This is my real hair.”“You hate the colour green.”“Oh, I still hate the colour green,
“According to sources, the FBI is working with local law enforcement throughout the states of Oregon, Washington and Idaho to get to the bottom of this sudden wave of unexplained disappearances. Conspiracy theorists are going wild on public forums suspecting everything from alien abductions to human trafficking. As for the real cause behind these disappearances, authorities still have no leads on the matter.”I take in a deep breath, guilt strangling me as the news shows more faces of people who have been reported missing since the eyti were released. I allowed this to happen. Those people aren’t missing. They’ve been pulled into an unfathomable dark abyss, infected by the eyti set free from their prison and fuelled by the malice that lives within every human.The TV turns off and I look over to see Jartre getting up from the couch and making his way out to the patio, anger and frustration radiating off him in waves, rippling against the radiating pure white of his essram, now spotted
Whoever said exposure therapy was ideal for curing people of their fears was a sadistic fucking cunt.From the moment I met Gabriella, my greatest fear was that I would lose her. Whether it be at my own hands or due to her humanity. Nothing could have prepared me for what it would be like to feel her life slip away from mine; to feel her soul leave her body and to hold her corpse in my arms. That pain will haunt me for the rest of my life and as an immortal being, that means this ghost will be with me always.I look down at Gabriella as she sleeps peacefully on her bed, her mind needing to recharge from all that has overwhelmed it today. I can feel in my essram that she is still the same Gabriella at her core, but I can’t help still feeling a sense of loss. I carefully reach out, picking up a lock of her dark, forest-green hair and run it between my fingers. It has the same luminous quality Fretez’s always had, and yet it seems more intense to my eyes, perhaps because of what she is t
He holds his hands out in front of him, conjuring a giant ball of black energy and purple electricity. I watch as it draws darkness into itself, but then I notice where the energy is coming from. As I glance around to the barely recognisable field, I see the eyti getting pulled towards it. I don’t think he’s even aware of what he’s doing, but he’s using them to power up his attack, and that’s one thing I can’t let happen.I glance at Zarseti who gives me an encouraging nod. She told me to trust my instincts, and that’s what I’m going to do.I reach out through my mind, feeling for Merlos’ thoughts. Her eyes connect with mine when she senses the connection, quirking an eyebrow at me. 'Merlos, I need you to blind every mortal around us,' I say urgently through my mind.Her brows deepen in confusion for only a second when realisation fills her expression and her mouth quirks up into a smirk of approval. 'Now that, I can do.' With a disinterested wave of her hand, she fills the eyes of ev