Asha had expected to be able to prove Young wrong, but instead she was surprised at how right he was. Although officer Bowen had a great many questions, none of them were as direct as she expected. It pleased Young to witness from the shadows just how little evidence he had to pressure Asha with. It turned out that he truly only had a feeling about what was going on and was relying on his intuition, as well as the information he could pry from Asha to confirm his withheld allegations and hopefully lead him to the evidence he was looking for.The officer had to do everything in his power not to show the young woman his frustrations, but it wasn’t so easily disguised from a demon, especially one he wasn't entirely sure was watching his every move. Blood not only gave Young the power to intrude on the thoughts of his victims but also draw power from any negative emotion, even if he was lurking in the shadows. So from the obscured corners of the room and Officer Bowen’s mind, Young enjoye
“And these first ones don’t count.” Young said as he laid her body across his lap.Asha whimpered, feeling the storm brewing with this new version of Young was going to match the one looming outside. The clouds had darkened from light and fluffy to threatening. The blue of the sky disappeared behind clouds that looked as if she could reach out and grab a piece of the yet to be storm and eat it up. Their usual out of reach position had suddenly transformed into a picture of what reverse surface tension looked like, weighing on the sky as if gravity would bring them down. When the sky got like this she would go out and relish in it, but with how Young was maneuvering her, Asha knew it was now something to be experienced in the loud silence of her living room.She had a feeling with the way he held her and was speaking that she would really get to meet Blood. Having experienced the various ways he held back from treating her with anything other than softness over the years, she recognize
As Young continued to massage her backside, he admired the tranquil look on her face, enamored at how effortlessly she always did that. For as long as they’d known each other, she’d always transformed the pain of an experience into something that she could endure peacefully. Even now, when he’d let the aggression of Blood take control, even if only for a moment, possibly hurting her far more than he was giving her pleasure, she carved out a moment that opposed his actions. It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon.Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind tru
For the first half hour he kissed the fuck out of her, experimenting with every last way he could slot their lips together and tear each other apart with the pleasure. He kept bouncing between fervent kisses that made Asha sure she was going to be feeling him all over her body for days to come and feather light pecks that made her seek out more than he was ever willing to give.The ones that held all of his passion and pent up sexual tension from the years of unfulfilled yearning, left Asha breathless. It was as if he was trying to dredge up all of her desires from the depths of her soul so that he could suck it in and make her beg for it. Any thought she’d had over the years concerning him and how she wanted to do this or that was blaring across her eyelids. Every single time she’d said to herself, ‘Young could make this experience better’, was at the forefront of her mind, causing her to do her best to meld herself to him. They couldn’t get close enough and she wasn’t sure she could
Or so she thought. The touch of the ice cold glass against her nipples immediately made her cry out, twist and turn in overwhelming pleasure and pain. He indeed had changed in one aspect, turning even more sadistic in how he catered to her body’s every desire and request. She was back to barely making any noise again unless he forced it from her. This game they played with one another was a push and pull of wills. Young would do something to shock her system and a reaction out of her, determined as ever to have her weak and weeping. Asha would respond by containing her pleasure again, just as stubborn and willful in her defiance against giving in. When he’d seen she was ready to battle him for control, he was determined to win. So back and forth, he switched between marking her body with hickies - sucking and nibbling on the skin as if every piece of it was his to leave his signature on - and cooling it with the ice cold glass. The first few times he did it she kept her reactions to
Asha should’ve been scared at the quick change of Young’s deep browns being painted black and red, but she was still too upset about his audacity. It was beyond life changing to have the man’s physical body back in seemingly better condition and his soul mostly intact. She cherished every memory of them together, good and bad, so to see that he still had them all was priceless. Even if he wasn’t showing it, she knew he was thinking about their entire history together just like her. If she had to guess, and her intuition was almost always right, when he relinquished his human control to Blood, she got a peek into just how much it weighed on him. He was aware of how his actions towards her had affected the course of her life but he was dedicated to his version of being a man about it. There wasn’t any time to dwell or cry about how horrible he’d been to the person he said he loved the most.Just because he may have had good intentions, trying to protect her from some unknown evil, huma
Asha returning Blood’s smirk with one of her very own evil grins made the entity shiver. There was something truly menacing about an angelic soul choosing to mirror the face of evil intentions. She hadn’t seen it as good or evil, just a natural reaction to being in the presence of someone who brought out her desire to act on her more deviant behaviors. With Young she always seemed so ready to lean into the intrusive thoughts that amplified in his presence. From his perspective, she’d always thrown him off guard when she showed that side of herself. Looking at her through demons eyes shifted his perspective entirely and revealed a side of her he was sure even she wasn’t aware of. Seeing the potential evil or good that resided within a soul had been one of the many perks Young received with this upgrade. When looking at Asha, her energy was a kaleidoscope compared to most other people who were one or two colors max. They were black and white, mostly good or mostly evil, no space for a
Asha had gulped, now unsure of her choices and if she had truly prepared herself for whatever punishment Blood was preparing in that mind of his. The fuel of emotion that convinced her to challenge the otherworldly man had blazed hot and fierce and fast, sizzling out by the time he was ready to do more than just sling threats her way. Her vibrato was lost the moment Young eased his grip on her throat and got up.He didn’t pace or get angry or go for anything that Asha expected. It threw her off to see him go straight for the chair in the dining area. When he brought it back and placed it in front of the bed, she expected him to untie her before he sat. Since she relished in satisfying both her oral fixation and the power trip that came from pulling pleasure from a man, it was more of a reward than punishment. Young with the face of Blood, sat in the chair, suddenly naked in a literal blink of an eye though. He had prepared something to truly discipline her. She gulped again, suddenly
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