Asha took Young’s hand, accepting his help up off the floor. Something she almost immediately regretted by the way he held onto her hands and pulled her close to wrap an arm around her. His other hand softly waltzing up her skin to cup Asha’s face in the other. He was ecstatic that he finally had her in his arms in this physical realm. It had felt like ages since he’d had an opportunity, although he’d been visiting her damn near every night for the last few months.He gave Asha no choice but to rest her hands against his chest, forcing her to maintain eye contact as he deciphered every last bit of her soul that was in view. She’d tried more than once to pull away but he was not having it.Asha squeaked out, “What are you doing here?”“I’m here for you my angel.”“But. Young, how are you even here right now?”“I made a deal.” He said as he finally broke eye contact, suddenly nervous. She always knew how to sniff out when he was in some shenanigans and this time was no different. The on
When Young woke up, he was relieved to find Asha still in his arms, resting as if she didn’t know she was in the arms of a devil. He missed this feeling of being and having someone in your arms, the intimacy that came with it. She was honestly the only person he got to have that with in life too. Going so long without it, he now had to acknowledge how ravenous he was for her and the comfort that came with being in her company again. It was dangerous territory getting soft around a human being now that he’d been turned to the hardest side any being could be. It was commonly punishable by death to let a human too close, especially one so close to being angelic. Somehow though, her name in particular and the nature of their relationship was exactly what earned him his get out of hell free card. In fact, the pure blood demons had urged him that his freedom was contingent upon him not only renewing the relationship, but convincing her to take steps that would land her in hell after death.
“Now you know I like it when you speak up.” Young said.To which she just whined in response. Logically she knew they needed to talk, but she wasn’t ready for the severity of the conversation. It was one thing to imagine the worse, a whole nother thing to have that reality become yours. Young wasn’t having it. The quicker he was able to explain how he got to where he was, the quicker he could get her mind to accepting the good bits that came with this upgrade, so to speak.“How are you gonna try and push this convo back again? We already took a nap.”Asha just shrugged her shoulders and looked away. Young really wasn’t the young man she’d grew to know, love, and lose. He wasn’t even the man she had left behind. She could tell he was doing everything he could to keep his new alter ego under wraps around her and it frightened her, more than a little. How was she to know that her dreams would create a living nightmare for him? And even without him saying it, she knew he had to crawl th
Walking into work the next day, Asha was preemptively ecstatic and it kept her floating through the building. Her coworkers kept asking who dusted the cobwebs off her pussy cause that was the only reasonable explanation for why she could be coming in there like that, but she kept emphasizing that nobody had. That didn’t mean she wasn’t excited about the imminent sexcapades that she knew Young would keep her in as long as possible from the moment she walked in the front door. But her peers didn’t need to know all of that.When the local police, FBI, and Inspector General all showed up in a sea of alphabet jackets. Her favorite coworker, Kayla, had pinched her hard on the skin above her elbow and pointed an accusatory finger at her.“I don’t know how girl, but I know you knew this was going down.”Asha held the skin that had been squeezed and avoided eye contact with Kayla as she mumbled out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Lies!”“Nah uh,” Asha said with a little more confid
Thankfully he was nowhere to be found when she walked in so Asha showed herself some love with a hot shower and an even hotter bath followed by a good long rubdown with her homemade shea butter. She put on her best negligee and her fuzziest socks. After making a healthy heaping of pasta and bringing along a large glass of wine, Asha plopped onto her comfy couch wrapped in her plush blankets, put on a familiar movie in her background and posted up with her latest steamy romance novel.Young was not pleased to see she was relying on fictional characters for gratification when he’d found her sleeping. It actually kind of pissed him off since she knew he was back and ready to give her exactly what she was looking for, what she’d been needing. So he sat in the shadows observing his little one as she fidgeted in her sleep. The longer she lay there moaning and grunting as she rested, the more Young was fuming. It couldn’t be him in that dream, she must be cheating on him with the character in
Asha had gulped loud enough for it to be heard. She slowly got up from the floor to sit on the bed as she kept looking up at Young and squeaked out, “No.” even though secretly she was hoping he’d come back to see her nipples poking and her panties wet. The combination of the teasing dreams, memories of all their times together, and the sex scenes in her book, had her body turned all the way on and ready to be played like a fiddle. She needed a real release soon or she was going to explode.Young raised an eyebrow and scrutinized her expressions and the way the material of her negligee clung to her glowing skin. He played with the lace on the top, lightly grazing over a nipple, as he asked, “well then, who could you possibly have had in mind when you put it on?” The way her pussy juice started wafting into his nose waking Blood from the silence, added a feral longing to his thirst for Asha.She rolled her eyes and scrunched her face up in annoyance, still tryna play it off so he wouldn
She couldn’t help but throw her head back, eyes immediately closing in pleasure at the sensation, her hands coming up to grip the back of his neck as he continued to suckle at both her breasts, bringing their nipples to diamond points, every so often nibbling on them and even nicking her areolas to suck on a little of her blood from there too. He groaned at the feel and taste of her, relieved to finally have her back in his hands and mouth, Blood satisfied to finally taste the one part of her that was new to them.Her taste roused Blood’s desire for control as well so it was taking all of Young’s restraint to keep him at bay. He released her for a few moments, taking a few subtle centering breaths. He eased her to a lying position on the bed, savoring her glazed over eyes, the quick rise and fall of her chest, and her tight nipples resting in the center of her chocolate areolas ready to cut diamonds.“I still remember the smell and taste of your orgasms, but for the life of me I can’t
Asha was still mush by the time Young had returned from the kitchen and it brought him a fulfilling kind of satisfaction. Enjoying the way that she was letting him lead and leaning into being taken care of, he fed her a few pieces of watermelon and made her drink a few sips of water. It was a rare moment for her to allow him this privilege, there was only a handful of times Young could remember over their life. Almost every other time happened only when she was in a time of crisis. It was a nice change of pace to finally give her this when things were working for her better, even though technically, this could also be considered to be a time of crisis.She was just happy to no longer be weighed down by the stresses of life, even if it was just for this moment. Worry was ingrained into the human condition by our own design and complacency. Her caring heart and yearning for the keys out of the rat race, hopefully hidden in the truths she kept finding through reading and research, was dr
As Young stood at the counter, caught up in watching Asha operate in her world from the outskirts of it, he wondered. Many things flit through his mind, memories, questions, random thoughts. The main thing he wondered though was ‘what if the spirit of the universe is really the spirit of her heart laid out in a trillion pages?’ Despite being shown her more negative lives, Young didn’t trust that the council had been telling him the whole truth. Watching Asha in her natural habitat, searching for her heart in the pages of those who left pieces of their souls to be examined, he wondered. He wondered how could someone with a spirit that shone of the brilliant balance she’d lived in every life could be so important to the parts that were so unbalanced. ‘How could someone that took in the broken boy and who searched for the shattered man belong to the evils of the world?’ She had every opportunity to give into her rage, despair, and vengeance with him in life and death, but her
Keeping with the theme of the day, ‘Asha’s complete and utter joy,’ Young happily drove them from the mall and to her favorite kind of store. He found a locally owned bookstore that gratefully had a lounge area for her to kick her feet up for a few hours and indulge in the pages of one of the books that would inevitably capture her full attention. As he talked with the owners of the book nook as Asha called it, divulging as much of their story as he could without disturbing their human psyche, he kept a watchful eye on his angel. She took her time going over each shelf with the same leisurely excitement he’d seen her do to at least a thousand different shelves since they were kids. Every now and then when he blinked, he saw every version of her he’d known in this life and a few times, visions of who she’d been in past lives, doing the same thing. “You must really love that woman young man,” the older man had said.Young turned his head to him and asked, “what makes you say that?”You
As they walked from the nail salon back to the car hand in hand, Young took note of the people around them, watching them watch Asha and him. Young looked at Asha and couldn’t help but see her and them both through the eyes of all these strangers. She did indeed look like the hot ass angel she was with the outfit he chose, one he’d seen her in plenty of times when allowed visitation. During his process of melding with Blood, the council would occasionally allow him moments to peek in on Asha as motivation to complete the mission they had for him. He’d always loved her lounging days when he was alive so that was the visual he always chose when he could. It was the only time she allowed herself to wear what she wanted rather than what she deemed appropriate to be seen in. Now she and this city was getting to experience her wearing what she wanted without a care of opinions.Alone Asha walked around with this aura that was just undeniable, but now with Young by her side and Bl
Asha was already warm and gooey with all of her old feelings being stirred up and mixing with the new ones Young was evoking. If she could describe herself right now she’d be a chocolate cookie fresh out the oven, with someone trying to eat it before it had a chance to cool down. And Young was definitely trying to eat her alive inside and out. As soon as she had went to reach to take the plate to the sink, there he was grabbing it out of her hands. It was like his sixth sense for when she was about to overwork herself with busywork had become heightened. Never had he snatched something from her before she could get to it, always immediately after. Then, he picked out an outfit that she loved wearing in the house but hated to expose herself in public in. Asha had no problem styling herself in extravagant and sometimes dramatic outfits just for herself. She would lay up in the house doing all types of self care things that would end with a romantic lunch
He had the immense pleasure of being able to watch her pretty pout of ecstasy turn into an even cuter one of frustration. No doubt the realization that she wasn’t going to get her next nut how and when she wanted a cold bucket to her psyche. She hadn’t changed one bit and that made his discovery even more rewarding. This he could work with, this he could mold to his advantage. They still had the core of who they were and thus the core of who they were as a pair and how they operated because of it. Not many souls had the privilege of claiming such a thing and yet they continued to for many millennia lost to the sands of time.With his observation, Young decided that today at least they were going to have a ‘normal’ day. Something akin to what they had at the pinnacle of their relationship would give him the motivation and inspiration to figure out what was next. He had to be smart about this or everything was going to come crashing down and quickly.After plating he
Knowing how to get her to allow their bubble to remain unpopped for a little while longer, Young kissed her again, stroking her face before he went back to the stove to complete the perfect cherry on top of the last 12 hours. “Did you sleep well angel?” he asked her while he got to work on making the waffle batter from scratch. Asha was so caught up in the way his body moved beneath the fabric of his clothes and the very fresh memory of how she was the epitome of those same clothes wrapped around his skin what felt like just moments ago that Young had to ask the question again. It wasn’t until he was turned around stirring the ingredients in her good mixing bowl that he was cradling so gently although she knew he could crush it without a second thought with an amused look on his face that she was finally able to answer. Just like that she had the thought that the man was handling her like she was that bowl, as gentle as he could despite his clear strength, and she couldn’t just stop
Savoring the moment quickly turned into her savoring long awaited rest. It seemed one moment she was enjoying the feel and sounds of lying in Young’s hold wrapped in the soothing hot bathwater. Like always, it felt as though time stood still as she was soaking in his breathing and the beat of his heart, the next she was waking up back in her bed. Leave it to this man, no matter how far he’d stepped into the shadowy side of life to be both the cause and the relief of stress in her life. She couldn’t count how many arguments and disagreements they’d had over her life where she didn’t end up just like this, fucked out, relaxed, and completely clear on how to move forward, minus the sex when they were children and would just wrestle it out. If she hadn’t felt the results of their sexcapades as she wiggled underneath her covers, she would have convinced herself that the reality her life had become was an elaborate dream. It didn’t help that this was one of her haunting dreams come true, be
Young could only laugh and shake his head at Asha and her antics. After all that he’d shown her, all the pleasure he gave her, and all the time that had passed, leave it to her to only focus on one little thing.“Yes,” he answered her with a chuckle, “Did I scare you a little?”Asha shook her head and grunted in response, seeming to immediately drift back into whatever world Young had brought her out of briefly with his answer. All that kept going round and round in her head was ‘I’m screwed.’ And she was, literally and figuratively, having to revise her plan of appeasing their collective sexual needs while protecting what was left of her heart. The man had proven that this was far from the best of their sexcapades to come and this session alone had her poor heart ready to jump ship right into the boiling lava.She didn’t know how she was supposed to find her way out of this mess that she was in because of him, as usual. Now that her post sex haze was clearing and she could focus on h
The moment Asha’s eyes closed, too overwhelmed in the sensation and still wanting to savor the moment, Young started to move for real. Every thrust was calculated and precise, every grope over her body and clench of his hand around her throat was intentional. He moved slow and with purpose, determined to relearn all the spots that curated her strongest waves of pleasure so that he could mark them all and make way for new ones.Satisfied that Asha was deep in the pleasure that he was giving her, Young made the decision that he was going to savor this for as long as possible, cherish every sensation, and give them both something that’ll be a reminder of what they have to fight for. All that they already had fought for in this life. The midnight talks, breakups and makeups, supporting each other through the rollercoaster of life. Not just the pleasure and not just the sorrows, but their connection, the undeniability of their souls having lived a thousand lives together, a million crossin