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
Asha was so caught up in the way he looked at her while he teased himself and her that she didn’t know where to look. His eyes held a foreshadowing of all the pleasure that was to come and his hands wrapped around his crown jewel was the official seal of those promises. She was torn between his eyes, his hands, and the images flashing behind her eyes every time she closed them. Young always held his innermost thoughts deep within him so she had become adept to the language of his eyes early in their relationship. Becoming lovers had only put her more in tune with him and despite their most recent dynamic change that had remained true. With every stroke of his hand from base to tip, every grip of his head, and every grasp of his balls as he rolled them around Young imprinted his dreams in her mind. Asha started wiggling around, pulling at her restraints to somehow get out and get to him. She didn’t know how but he was telepathically sending his deepest desires to her, taunting her wit
“Please what, mamas?” Young asked.Asha whimpered again, gulping down her pride at having to continue on, afraid to keep speaking the very words that could and would seal the fate that endeared her to him. She knew she was both accepting defeat and handing him the keys to her ultimate destruction if she didn’t tread very carefully in this moment. Her heart was at stake, yet again and the prize of her purchase would be his, if he even still had a heart to give. That was if this wasn’t going to be like all the other times she bared her heart and soul to him. In the meantime, she would guard it like the devil that could destroy it again. And he was a devil now wasn’t he? All of her haunted dreams and twisted nightmares wrapped in one entity.He knew how much verbally acknowledging anything, let alone repeating her desires was hard for Asha. She had no problem speaking up for everyone but herself. It had been something they were working on via their bedroom dynamic, but he always shied aw
Despite his demand, the onslaught of sensory overload from such a simple action silenced her. With her head thrown back and mouth wide open, Asha screamed a soundless wail. It brought Young great pleasure to see her hurtle over the edge of stubborn resolve and into the arms of release he’d been working so hard to get her to fall into. ‘Finally!’ he thought with his signature smile plastered on, waiting for her to rejoin him. It should’ve never taken that long for him to get her there but he had to be satisfied with the fact that he was still able to at least. The blow to his pride made his hunger multiply exponentially, seeking to soothe the hurt her reactions to him caused.By the time Asha finally opened her eyes to Young’s smug look, she was struggling to accept that defeat in this battle may be the only option for her to get the time to strategize on how to win her war with him. She knew when he arrived back into her life that she had to first accept all the spiritual and superna
Young growled and ripped the fabric of her tied hands, barely holding Blood back from ripping her apart. She was going to pay, but it was going to be by his human hands, not the demon ones that had trapped him in this impossible situation. It pained him to fight so gruesomely for her heart and spirit, knowingly urging her soul towards damnation. No matter how much the slices of humanity pierced what was left of his beating heart, the promise of finally joining her completely always won out. She was more precious than anything in existence, a perfectly balanced representation of the universe, heaven and hell, dissonance and harmony. If there was anyone that could save him while protecting herself, it would be Asha. Those thoughts would have to wait though, ‘focus on the task at hand,’ Young had to remind himself. Asha wanted to be afraid of the emotions flashing behind his eyes, but watching the battle play before her eyes made her want to pay obeisance to him. He’d always had an easy
Any thought of protest or shielding her heart flew out of Asha’s head as soon as her body met Young’s lips. It took no time for her to practically collapse to the bed, gripping the sheets for dear life and barely able to hold her arch. It seemed as if Young had an upgrade in every department, his bedroom skills constantly challenging what she thought she could expect from him. If she could think at all, let alone logically, she’d be running from the demon in human clothes, but her gamble had caused her to be ensnared in a trap of her own making. Young had her right where he wanted her, at his mercy. Every stroke of his tongue made him that much more ravenous for the juices practically pouring out of Asha. It also made him insatiable for her submission, determined to take what had once been so freely given. He would never utter the words out loud, but the anxiety that had him in a perpetual chokehold made him feel off kilter and completely out of his element. This new terrain was unch
Asha was struggling to try and catch her breath, barely able to come back to her body let alone stay grounded in the moment. She could faintly feel Young’s lips graze her thighs and stomach, but majority of her psyche was fighting to stay in her realm of dreams. She vaguely acknowledged that the only reason she didn’t want to leave them was that they weren’t really dreams at all. With her now living an impossible reality with this version of Young, she had to accept, even if only silently, that those were memories and not just dreams. Every moment since their souls were forged into existence, weaving their lives together had been painted in her mind as if she lived them in this life. So she sunk into the feeling of having him in every life, wrapping herself in the promise of hope that they could find themselves on the other side of wherever they were now.When Young had finally felt like he was completely in control, he started making his way back to her flower again. Since she’d long
Young was grateful that the restaurant was a good trek away from where they started as it gave them plenty of time to enjoy this experience and each other. He had this feeling in the pit of his stomach that just wouldn’t abate since they got to the bookstore and now that they were getting ready to close out the day, it made him more anxious. It was like all the work he’d done to make Asha more comfortable with his new title and create some sort of normalcy was getting ready to be washed away. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his balls itch. Neither was a good sign, but he was determined to ignore it so that he could give Asha the best day possible. She deserved to be pampered after all the shit the people around her had put her through, him included.Asha had wanted to pout about not being able to experience what it was like to first set off on a voyage via carriage, but she kept her brattyness in check. As Young pulled her into his side as close as po
Little did they know, both Asha and Young had the same thoughts on their mind as the older couple. Though they were playing out the day as if they could easily pick up from where they left off, as if there had been any normal part of their relationship in Young’s life or afterlife, they knew otherwise. It seemed they were constantly on a rollercoaster, going from ride to ride as the struggles and challenges got more and more advanced so did the frightening twists, turns, and plunges of their rollercoaster. But they both knew that this was yet another pivotal moment in the history of their relationship. Despite all they’d survived both together and separately to be able to get to this moment of forced normalcy, it was fragile. The question running through their minds was the same, ‘Could and would they last long enough to grow old and grey together?’Asha’s mind kept cycling between that question and ‘what if Young never grew old despite a successful release from his demonic sentence’
The older couple had continued to watch them from their little alcove connecting the back room with the rest of the store. Both happily joined Asha and Young, giggling like teenagers at the obvious care they both shared. To them it was comical to be able to see themselves in the young couple. Siphoning some of the frivolous fun being young and in love naturally procured. They had always been able to maintain the innocence of their bond, but it was couples like Asha and Young that added a little kindling and a lot of reminders as to why those moments were so important.As Young stacked the mountain of books on the counter, the older woman rang them up while the man gently bagged them in their custom tote bags. Young was surprised to find that the actual name of the shop was ‘Book Haven.’ It came extremely close to Asha’s description of ‘book nook.’ “Find everything alright?” she asked.Young paused his unloading to watch Asha’s face light up like the sky on 4th of July.“Yes! It was s
Coming back into his body from the minefield that had become his mind to witness Asha finally taking a seat in the nook she’d filled with books eased his spirit for the time being. He watched as she looked for whichever book that she just had to start reading right now before starting the harrowing task of sorting the rest to make space for her to get comfortable. Young joined her in the love seat, simultaneously placing her in his lap and putting the book she set aside in her hands to read. She gave him a look and thought better than to speak whatever had popped into her head as he started sorting her books out on the table and window sill.By the time he had finished his task of sorting the books so that it’d be easier to pick them up, she’d settled into him and was a few chapters in. Young sat back and eased into the feeling of having her in his arms, her head resting against his shoulder. The turning of the pages created a peaceful lull that Young hadn’t experienced in
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