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"Are you okay?"
"What happened?" my head pounded immensely. I looked up at Evan, who knelt over me. His ponytail was a shiny mess, spilling over his shoulder and tickling my nose, I noticed he wasn't looking at me. I followed his line of sight, sitting up.
"Some freak accident. The skylight blew up and I pushed you out of the way." He looked at me, checking for a bump on my head. "I may have hit your head."
"Hit my head? Why's the place wet? Do you see the destruction around us? Your sushi! Oh my god Gillian!" I was listing through the situation faster than I expected. Everything was coming back to me. My head had stopped pounding. I was attempting to stand on the slippery tiles and fell back into Evan's arms.
All around us people were screaming and freaking out. Metal doors were bent and broken, water was pouring in from the giant hole in the roof, further adding to the mess. The food court had been ravaged by a storm; I was shocked at the destruction, ambivalent at the wasted food.
"We should go." Evan took my hand and pulled me. He walked with his usual flamingo grace, while I just kinda slid behind him till we reached the asphalt of the car park; then we walked to the car.
"This is weird. Are you seeing this?" he was still pulling me, but I refused to move. The parking lot was completely dry. It was if the miniature storm had only affected the mall. Was I causing these weather anomalies? I shivered momentarily before I dropped the topic and went with Evan.
"How's your head?" he asked as we cruised down the highway.
"I'm fine. Duh! Just wondering why you ignored me earlier. Did you not see the parking lot? These roads? DRY!" I was fervently gesticulating at him, he was acting weird.
"Is this because I've not said anything about the Gillian situation? I plan to handle it on Monday." I folded my arms and gave him the side eye.
"You won't be handling anything. I'll deal with it." He kept his eyes on the road and avoided all points of eye contact.
"Try and stop me. That bitch brought my family into this."
"I-I-I... I noticed. Okay? I'm incredibly sorry about it." His voice dripped sincerity; it broke my heart because I understood his need for explicit honesty in his relationships.
"Why'd you tell her?" I looked at him. Searching his expressions for what made her different.
"That's the thing, I didn't. Her dad works at the hospital, she approached me about it a few months after we started dating. I've just never said anything about it."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"It wasn't my decision to make. I know that's where you're going with this."
"Then why'd you keep it to yourself?"
"I was trying to protect you."
"You do realize that I'm 16, right? Just a couple months younger than you." I didn't notice his fists curling around the steering wheel, but it didn't stop me from digging deeper into him. "That I don't need you to fight my battles. That I can handle myself."
"Handling yourself is opening your ass daily to the guy who singlehandedly whores and bullies you?"
"You don't even talk to me at school. Why does it matter who I fuck? Are you secretly in love with me or something? Because you lost that chance when you let your python constrict in Mindy's cock wallet."
"I'm sorry. What?" he started to laugh, and like anything he contracted, I'd pick it up sooner or later. "I'm sorry about what I said."
"I'd apologize too, but I haven't said anything bad yet.
"Yet?" he swerved off the road and stopped the car. "Yet?" he looked at me momentarily before assaulting my sides with his long thing fingers. We laughed for 5 minutes straight, but as soon as we reconciled, he apologized again.
"I love you too, Evan. But, I'm still gonna fuck your girlfriend up." His eyes damn near tore out of his head when I said that.
"Woah. No. That isn't going to happen."
"You wanna bet?"
"Aren't you a pacifist?"
"Don't be an idiot. I'm just antisocial. You know this."
He sighed and turned to the road. He dropped the topic as the car fed on our silence, going faster home than we had come. As we parked in the driveway, it dawned on me that Friday was the night Evan stays by.
"I heard about the mall on the news. Are you guys okay?" a smirk crossed my face as we walked into the kitchen.
"It isn't as bad as they make it sound. It was just wet is all." I stayed silent, looking at him. Observing the exchange, hoping for a chance to see what he was hiding.
"I think the weather people flocking the area, think otherwise." She countered without missing a beat. She took a carton of ice-cream from the freezer and headed to the couch with us in tow.
"They're all just overreacting." He waved his hand and grabbed a spoon, settling beside her.
"Why're you so quiet?" she took notice of my silence.
"Nothing, I was knocked out. I can't really comment." I sat beside her, watching her facial expressions morph.
"Ugh. Fuck. Fine. It was a mess. Okay?" I snorted as Evan rolled his eyes and threw his spoon across the room. "I was scared. I did what your wanted alright? I kept him safe."
Before we could follow he'd stormed out of the house.
"What hopped off his dick?" she looked at me, with half the amazement I felt.
"Gillian. She saw us together and broke up with him. Then, the storm hit and he pushed me out of the way of something and I hit my head and now I'm here."
"Oh. Wow. You guys certainly had a day. Did you see Peter?" her eyes were glued to some clearly vapid romance.
"Yeah, he says you need to come visit him and stop sending messages." She stuck her tongue out and kept shovelling the cream down her throat.
"Does your head hurt?"
"Nah. Evan's just being weird. It only rained by the mall. Like everywhere else was dry." She finally broke eye contact to ponder my words. Looking me in the face, she stuck her tongue out and stabbed more ice-cream into her face.
"What'd he mean by that?"
"What?"
"The keeping me safe stuff?"
"Oh. That. Um." Her eyes glanced across the room. "Just sisterly stuff."
"Sure." I kept my suspicions to myself and left it alone.
I'd ended up watching the horrid movie with her; it was the most predictable plot ever. Strangers have a one night stand and they keep running into each other till they admit that its fate and fall in love.
Preparing for bed I wondered if Evan was okay. I looked at my phone and sent a text. The crazy thing was, he was outside my door; his very ridiculous message tone tipped me off. (It's the sound of a wave crashing) he turned the handle and came in with a sly smile on his face.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I brought chocolate." He pulled a bag from behind himself, stripped down to his briefs, yeah he only wears briefs; occasionally boxer briefs, but he needs, NEEDS... the support.
"Cute packaging." I said as I hopped over and let him in.
"This package?" he whispered, knee-walking towards my face, gripping his dick in one hand and the chocolates in the other.
"Did you see Gillian?" my words had the intended effect; he rolled his eyes and plopped down beside me. Pulling the chocolate wrapper apart and taking a bite.
"Nah. She was by my house, waiting on me."
"So?"
"I jogged away." I guffawed, I laughed too hard for my own understanding. He stayed silent, looking at me, sucking on the chocolate bar.
"I'm still going after her." I took the bar from him and chomped on it.
"I know. But I won't try to stop you."
"I know. We gotta watch your reputation." I finished the bar and switched the light off, immersing us in moderate darkness.
"We only have to watch my reputation because you won't let yourself be seen with me."
"Saw what happened today? Now people know about my parents."
"It's just bullshit. Leave it."
"Okay..." I noticed the razor edge of his tone and realized this is something we'd leave hanging in the air.
"So, why're you being weird about the mall? What really happened?" he looked uncomfortably and turned away from me.
"Just drop it Sam. I was just being weird." I turned to face his back, and I felt compelled, electricity surged through me; blasting its way about my body, my mouth opened and words fought their way out the jail cell of honesty.
"I think I caused it. I think I can control the weather. I keep dreaming about this thing... called... Skyfall." He remained silent. I looked at him, biting my lip hoping he'd say something. Convince me that I was being silly. But he didn't move, didn't acknowledge me. He just laid there facing the wall. I stayed there, staring quietly at the back of his head whilst a hole formed in my own.
Hoping he'd hold me and console my silly little fears away. Alas, I wasn't that fortunate, the night seemed to leave us apart and when I woke up the next morning, he was gone. So was Jess incidentally. Absentmindedly, I lounged about the house like any insecure over thinking hungry teenager.
I went through boxes of cereal, the honey sweet almost healthy but possibly not all that healthy stuff. Anyways, I sat around in my boxers, realizing I hadn't gotten off in a while; not even realizing it, I was rubbing myself through my boxers. The television was on something deviously juvenile; something that had no correlation to the remote idly, but intently, tracing my growing erection.
On the verge of pulling my dick out, the doorbell rang. Walking to the front door and hiding behind it, Meddy walked inside.
"Samsam! I'm here to check up on you." I groaned slightly, not even feeling shy. I locked the door and followed him and his black bag into the kitchen.
"Meddy, don't you think this is unnecessary?" he looked at me, I noticed his eyes hovering at my crotch longer than expected. I perked up slightly, hoping to have some fun with him.
"Wife, are you trying to seduce me?" he smiled, walking over to me and gripping my cock. I shivered involuntarily and groaned into his shoulder.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" I whispered up at him. My eyes were misty with bliss and I could feel myself itching to tug away at his belt and to feel his lips on my own.
"Nope. Just messing with you." He laughed raucously and walked back to his bag. I looked down and noticed the front of my boxers getting a little damp. I looked at him, my face burning, I felt as if I deserved it.
I refused to let myself feel that way; I let myself grow icy, hardening to him; becoming as business-like as possible to avoid anymore vulnerability. The next 5 minutes that constituted his visit, ended with both our breaths being visible and him complaining about the broken thermostats.
I obviously ignored him, lost the urge to pleasure myself and spent the rest of the weekend in a chilly funk.
By Monday Jess had left me alone entirely. She had let me stew in my own space. She too had complained about the broken thermostat, I however seemed impervious to the frosty weather.
Monday was a clammy day, the sky was grey and stormy, but the rain seemed fearful. I was more thought initiative than my sister and Meddy; clearly the external temperature was powering through our walls over the weekend. That however was not a good thing.
I was excited and fearful as I approached school. Anxiety bubbled inside me, awaiting the confrontation of a lifetime; geek versus popular chick, it neon-signed itself in my mind as I walked into the halls of the hallowed institution. I looked for Gillian; noting the eyes of everyone on me, I parted the waves of students like Moses in some pop cultural film.
We saw each other, our eyes made four and we walked up to each other. The crowd dense around us. "Come here to torment me some more fag?" her glasses askew on her bony nose, I didn't even wait to respond.
I smacked her hard.
She spun, her locked hair, like the blades of a lawn mower, lashed out at me, and honestly... they stung.
"Fucking fag. With your crazy fucking dad and suicidal mother!" the crowd around was taking all the air in the room, as dry as it was, they were generating enough heat to combat the cold.
"You don't talk about my parents, bitch!" I gripped her hair, interlocking her tresses into my fingers. Instantly I felt a pair of hands wrap around my arms and pull me away.
Gillian screamed, loudly. I refused to let go of her; her glasses glittered on the floor and she was drawn behind me; her body wiping the-should-be-clean floor.
"Let her go fag!" I looked around, to see Logan and Scott pulling me toward a future handing of my ass to me. Gillian still tightly in my fist screaming, cameras were out, snapping me as I dragged this bitch through the halls. I wasn't about to let her go. I wasn't about to let her win.
"Yo. Knock him out already." Scott laughed, as the world dimmed. Stars and glitter exploded in my line of sight. My jaw hurt, I'm not sure which; but I think my grip began to slip. I refused to let her go. I needed her to feel the same pain I did.
Gillian's voice pitched higher, her latest scream was destructive and glass shattering. The sonic assault precipitated a more resolute form of darkness.
Begrudgingly, I let go.
I hurt, knowing I was too weak to hold on.
The pain in my jaw, I expected to be a throbbing bloody siren of pain, but instead it was like turtle receding into heir shell. I let the environment in before I let it be aware of me. Voices came into focus as I strained my ears and fought the urge to open my eyes.
"Do we fuck him now? While he's out? He won't feel my big cock sliding in. He won't have any struggles or any of that shit the girls always screech about."
"Bruh," I instantly recognized Logan's voice. "You're not going in there before me. If you fuck him first, I'll only feel his cervix. You'll fuck up his walls. Your dick's too fat." My senses were on red alert as I realized mobility to my arms was limited. I was finally feeling the chill everyone else had been complaining about.
I hated admitting it, I was scared. Terrified even.
"Fuck it. Fine. Take it. His ass better have some gold left in there when I'm digging in it." My body was tied down, my ass was sticking out and now his hands were groping what I realized was my naked bum. I was pretty sure I could sense his smile and it made my skin almost prickly.
My mind was still a bit hazy but I held on. I did my best to remain silent as his fingers traced what I assumed was spit across my backside. I held my breath and swallowed every sound I feared I might make as his thick fingers dug their way into me.
I clutched every gasp and whimper tightly in my throat, hoping my vocal cords would fill with cement and no sound would ever escape. No sound of weakness would betray me. I almost smiled, feeling a little powerful, even brave.
"Wow. This little fucker is tight." Scott's voice was incredibly optimistic for someone about to do such a grim task.
"I told ya. Now move. Pass the lube will ya." Again, fingers circled my hole like a ring aimlessly bouncing to hide in a drain... his fingers found my insides; but unlike Scott, he was gentler, his fingers were longer and thinner. I didn't realize it until I lost a moan, but he was trying to pleasure me too.
"I'm gonna mark this pussy up..." he breathed his words into my ears, whispering them out of earshot. I wasn't sure if he knew I was listening. Every muscle in my body was tightening, preparing for the total eclipse of my-
I screamed, my vocal cords were loose noodles. He had known I was awake, he'd heard my moan. I turned to look into Logan's face. His eyes were cruel and dark, encouraged by a sadistic grin as he was firmly lodged in what I could feel was my intestine.
My mouth filled with blood, I'd bitten into my tongue, refusing to make anymore noise as he raped me. I refused to give into the fire that consumed my body; that circulated outwards from the base of spine. I wanted the rain now, the lightning now... the thunder that could shatter a building apart.
"Make some noise for your man bitch!" he slapped me, gripping my shoulder with one hand and punching me with the other. I did my best to look away, staring at the white walls, tiles and bed I was so comfortable in. I kept quiet. I held my tongue, forcing more blood out; I swallowed, gasped and choked amidst the pain, but I refused to be weak.
I forced myself to relax as Scott stroked himself near my face. A streak of ambivalence blew threw me, his dark skinned cock was beautiful with a bright pink head. It was stained with thick veins leading to a cherry red glimmer; I realized he was about to blow.
I blinked with wide eyes as the coach stepped into the room, amazed that I hadn't seen the door before, even more interested with what I saw behind him. There was a secret room behind the coach's office. I was trapped under the school. My eyes roved the room, locking on to the AC vents, the door, the coach, another student walking in behind him.
It dawned on me that I probably wasn't going to walk again. That I was going to be gang-raped knocked unconscious and thrown into some field, and left to hobble home. I'd gone dormant to the pain in my ass, all puns intended.
Their voices started muffling together; I was fading in and out. I felt no pain, I was too strong, but my body was shutting down. It knew I was self-destructive and was preparing to save me. Each voice melded into the other, becoming a kaleidoscopic intermix, bred together into some monster that thrummed with the blows my back received.
I looked up momentarily, Scott's dick was closer then ever, rubbing on my lips, I barely had time to respond. He filled my senses with a scent of virility, and then the usual bleach-type effluvium of semen graced my lips. Numerous warm splatters across my face later and I was blacking out.
I was on the verge of breaking and drifted back to the void. I felt the sky, and it felt me. We were both existing... and we were both shaking.
I felt weightless; I think I was being carried. I felt cradled, in strong arms. Sturdy muscles wombed me in a sheathe of painlessness. Warm water cascaded over me and the body that seemed to be radiating compassion into me.
I opened my eyes, and saw a gorgeous head of blonde hair looking down at me. I reached out to touch his face and something made sense. I resurgence of energy and hope took me over; I looked in to his eyes and I knew I could love him. We both cracked smiles and he spoke.
Guess what? He's British. And shirtless, again.
We were still in the locker rooms, I instantly tensed up and he noticed. His voice was strong and slow, powerful and masculine. It held a timbre that made me shiver. I think he noticed as he held me.
"You'll be fine Tempest." He looked about and I lifted myself and stepped away.
"Why am I not in pain?" I hugged myself, not caring that I was naked. "How did you get me out of there? Why did you save me last week? And now?" I was exasperated and walking around the shower. Watching him as he kneeled in wet jeans; brown jeans that seemed rather earthy and revealing.
He refrained from answering me; instead he stood up and looked at me. He was taller than me and his body screamed athlete. Not on the leaner side like Evan, he was not as defined either. His abdominals were clearly visible, not only that, he had these intricate symbols going down the right side. I love a tatted man.
He slowly walked towards me, all the showers were on and steam fogged around us. "Why're we here? What did you do? Who are you?" he walked closer to me, holding me. He pulled me in and touched our lips together.
The void reappeared in my consciousness. Light cascaded through the clouds, I could finally see earth. Bountiful and beautiful, grass and lush landscapes formed themselves beneath me. Kissing him, locking lips, dancing tongues, exchanging auras...
Everything felt wonderful. I could feel my storm touching his barren desserts, wind storms, sandstorms... lush vegetation. His lips made me feel life and static flowed between us. Intoxicating, like an earthy musky wine, he was pulling me into him.
"Fucking fags." Logan's voice was the breaking glass shattering the silence in our passion. We separated, the feeling of withdrawal tugged at me as the void, now world, melted and reality was a noticeable difference.
"Logan. Go. Away..." I was pissed, my eyes flashed to the red rings around my wrist and I stood my ground.
"I haven't cum yet. That idiot disturbed my cock's feeding time." He stepped into the shower and walked forward. Without a moment to think, I pushed my new lover behind me; and stepped up to face Logan.
The British hunk pulled me into him, then did as I did, pushing me behind him.
"Stay here."
"We've only kissed once and you're already assuming you know things about me?" my arms had crossed and I glared angrily between them.
"Shhh. I'll defend you."
"I don't need you to fight my battles for me." The steam swirled about us, I'd noticed the draft. My skin felt attuned to it, as if it were an extension of myself.
"Yo! Fags! Silence! Now you. British motherfucker, lemme kick your ass..." his savage expressions softened into the same sadistic grim he held me with earlier. "And you Sammyboy, are gonna ride my dick till I fill your cunt with my almond milk."
"My name is Worth. You will only address me as such." His voice was slow and steady; there was a building rumble in his voice. I was almost certain the room was moving with it.
Can we just take a moment to talk about his name? Sexy as hell. Right? Back to the dilemma.
"I'll." He poked Worth in the chest, I felt his muscles flex and fists tighten. "Call." His body seemed unmoveable, like a mountain, his presence seemed to suck the room in. "You." Every word he enunciated with physical contact. "What. I. Want." He was beside worth's ear now. Their hate differences were noted. Logan, this usual titan was now a mere mortal in the presence of this... man.
"We're leaving." Worth's body looked fierce, like the most destructive WMD ever invented. His skin held this olive tone, and if my eyes weren't being tricked by the swirling mists, his tattoo seemed to be slithering along his abdominals.
He reached for me, holding my gently, pulling me as I had been by Evan, days earlier. He pushed Logan away, who seemed too stunned to move, too shocked to realize he had been defied. I quickly grabbed a pair of shorts and followed him out to the field.
"All of them are coming." His slow deep voice left me wanting more; it was intoxicating as his lips. Leaving me slightly bothered as found it hard to pay attention to his demands.
"So? Are you gonna fight them?" he nodded slowly, the hair on top blowing wildly, clearly longer than the sides. "'I'm not going to let you do that." I held his hand; my grip wasn't nearly as strong as anything he could muster but he needed to feel that I wasn't a pushover.
"You're strong. I know. But they've taken some of your innocence. I must reclaim it." I snorted lightly.
"My innocence is long gone, Worth." I relished the way his name tasted on my tongue; I touched one hand to his cheek, feeling the deep contours of his bone structure.
"There's more to you than you think, Tempest." He kissed me quickly, feeling me with a deep lust for him as he let me go and pointed for me to run away.
I was halfway across the field when I saw him face off with them. Eight of the schools toughest jocks armed with sticks and bars. I looked around, hoping to find help.
The sounds of their scuffle travelled across the field. I looked at him as he took them down, rolling around, kicking and punching. He was powerful; I noticed Logan in the back, not approaching him.
His cowardice irked me. More jocks were strolling onto the field; my heart was beating swiftly, my skin had moved beyond prickly, it was vibrating with electricity.
The sky opened up, expressing herself to me; lightning and thunder roared simultaneously. Charging me up, I held my hands apart and felt energy rush into me. I ran across the field, feeling the wind move with me.
I finally understood how Evan could be so graceful. Within seconds I was at Worth's side, in another second I was flying through the air, foot first.
Logan and I collided into each other, my foot had connected with his face and now we slid across the wet field.
"Fucking faggot!" he spat the words at me, hoping they'd hold me the way they once did.
"No. You're a fucking fag too!" I screamed it at him as the wind picked up. The wind spoke to me, telling me what to do.
I ran at him, pushing one hand to his chest; it was a thunderclap of strength. He flew away from me, sliding across the muddy muck the field had become. I paused to look at my hands; revelling in the reality of my power.
I looked towards the jocks charging at Worth; he looked perfect, deflecting their blows and tossing them. He refused to hurt them and that was the problem I set out to resolve.
"STOP!" Worth seemed to be the only one who had heard me; he looked at me long enough for someone to get the better of him.
I finally understood what my sky-self was. The ire in me spoke to the sky and she would respond. The wind howled about us, swirling, spiralling, following the directions of my hands. I arced the forming funnel about Worth; blasting his attackers away.
I could feel Worth's power as well. He was like me; he filled me with energy, power and something more. I felt joy at finally giving into a part of myself that had been dying to come out.
Lightning touched down to the ground, my body did the opposite. The sky was an intense collage of bright lightning and intensely dark clouds rolling and forming about. I levitated about, raining down the destruction these mortals so rightly deserved.
My mind was frantic and the power had long since overloaded me.
The world was my playground as I expanded the storm. The wind obeyed my every command; my hair had become long silver locks whipping about wildly. They were as interconnected to the sky as I was, like antennae harvesting more destruction.
I had yet to cast my ire on those that had opposed me. They had long since gone silent in my building storm. Every harsh word, every harmful touch, set themselves on repeat in my mind; lightning struck, thunder shook, the wind shrieked with my need for revenge.
"Tempest... you must stop." I looked at him, holding my wrist.
"Infidel!" I screamed, shaking him off; watching his body blow back into my storm. I hovered about, feeling the caress of winds capable of peeling the skin off a man.
"Tempest! My love." He had appeared again. Holding me; he hovered along with me. I looked at him with the utmost confusion.
His one green eye and the other brown, they seemed to glow as he floated with me. My hair caressed his face, picking up stimuli, understanding him.
He touched his lips to mine and we were in the other world again.
I covered his mouth with mine. I felt the heat rise from my body. I knew where I wanted it to go; I desperately needed it to be in Worth. Our kiss held actual passion, we lost ourselves in the moment, I lost myself in the sensation of our lips and tongues surging ecstatically between us; he didn't notice his hand going crazy on my ass. I inhaled his wild scent, like the primal side of nature; he tasted so alive... the way his tongue flowed into my mouth like a landslide of lust and fervour. I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach.
I parted to look down at our naked bodies, smiled then returned to the entangling of our essences.
"I love you." He whispered into me, holding my face in his hands. I looked into his heterochromatic eyes; slid to knees maintained eye contact with him as I tightened my fist around the warm pulsating flesh that jutted out from his body.
"Tempest..." he moaned at the contact, it had been too long. He looked down at me pulling on his manhood. "Squeeze it, please." His voice was a sexy rumble that sent chills up my spine.
I giggled, taking him in, in all his glory. Clearly, there was something in the tea. "Oh my god." I gasped at the pipe like organ in my hand.
"Tempest..., dear. As much as I want you to, what just happened to you, isn't this too soon?" he looked into my core, and I yearned to continue. I didn't want to stop.
"It's ok, I want you to fuck the feeling of that loser out of me..." I blushed looking into his patchwork eyes. "This is the thickest dick I've ever seen..." I whispered squeezing it, grasping it with both hands and doing my best to stimulate what was left to be covered; I marvelled at the tool and began to lightly stroke the velvety skin.
"I'm barely under a foot," he moaned, slightly. I thought about the pain, but my mind spoke more to the pleasure. My fingers caressed the glistening structure, running the shaft through my fingers, the girth; my hand couldn't close around it. I found myself so excited to do this, so excited to pleasure him. The sexual tension filled this world, where there was only us and what we needed to rest on.
A crystalline pearl formed at the slit of his phallus, I paused, looked up to see Worth's eyes closed, scrunched tightly, his fists clenched firmly at his side. The pearl oozed, like a faucet, leaking profusely draining from him. I worked my hands up and down the rigid flesh, his juices, streamed unto my hands, I dared to incite sensation across the bulbous head. Worth's body convulsed and he took a step back, before resting in the blooming grass around us.
Worth laid back with his legs open and his giant balls hanging down. "Your balls are huge."
Eyes still closed, fists clenched... "All the better to breed you with." His accent made every word sound sweeter, and drove the lust in my wilder.
I knew what he wanted, but I was not about to let him have it so simplistically. I moved forward, and inhaled the musk of his sac; I let my nose take in the earthy scents, whilst slowly massaging them with my lips. Worth's moans were far from contained.
"How are you doing that?" he gasped. I felt it like electrical pulses through my body, it culminated in waves of heat and pleasure, lust and passion, erupting from the contact of my lips. He could do nothing but lay there, convulse and grip my hair. Hands roaming through my scalp like a harvest hungry farmer.
My lips parted, with tongue snaking out, taking one of the globes in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Tasting him, tasting more than just his sweet lips, his sensuous neck, I revelled in it, felt myself giving into him. I felt heaviness of his dick resting on the side of my head. The warm fluid pooling from it overflowed occasionally as his man spheres churned out the likeness of buttermilk. I felt the heat radiating it from it, every pulse, every jerk; I wanted more, trying to fit both balls in my mouth at once, Worth howled; in pleasure I hoped.
His thick pipe pulsed, jumped and landed smacking me in the face.
Worth looked down at me, eyeing his nectar dripping down my face and the way his cock seemed to compliment me. He smiled crookedly as I released his balls and made my way, breathing slowly, eliciting tremors and shivers along his body, as I rested my lips at the base of his cock.
From the base of his girthy cock, I rested my lips on the head of his glans; slowly, sinewy, slithering my tongue along the throbbing veins that covered the smooth surface of his love muscle. I could feel the heat coming off of it, and apparently Worth clumping my silver locks together, told me he liked what I was doing and feeling.
The width threatened to choke me as I tried to go deeper. Worth's eyes glazed over, when they could focus, he might my gaze with an intense lust. Coupled with unnatural sweetness of his precum, I was feeling heady and totally in to what we were doing, I craved to move forward but he was sweet, unnaturally so, like ambrosia from a god; I swallowed, tongue extended, eagerly, licking and suckling the tip for more.
"Yesss." Worth hissed as the feelings undulated through him, his manhood was heated with the blood that flowed through it, but I hoped that my mouth left him with a feeling of home. I put his hands on the back of my head and almost instantly he started thrusting, I could feel him hesitating trying hard to restrain himself from tearing my throat open. It was strange, but I could almost feel him ready and rearing to fill me.
"I can't. Oh shit." He moaned effortlessly, knowing he didn't do it on purpose; he forced most of his dick down my throat. I held my breath long enough for the crash of his orgasm to pass; slowly sucking and licking the remains that painted my mouth as opposed to my stomach.
Sucking the last of his essences into myself, I pulled myself up to him and looked him the face. "What am I?"
"You're, a predecessor to the human race." He looked into my eyes, holding me, captivating me... I wasn't sure if I wanted him to let me go.
"I don't understand... why do my emotions affect the weather?"
"You're a Zephyran."
"A what?"
"A wind elemental."
"But I don't speak to the wind alone, I control the sky."
"You're not an ordinary Zephyran. Which is why I'm here for you."
"Here for me?"
"Yes. To take you back to our homeworld."
"Is it this place?"
"No, my love." He laughed softly, pulling me in for a quick kiss, that extended into something more. I felt a twisting in my centre and my nerve receptors reaching a zenith. My body shuddered and I coated his thighs with my own cream.
I gasped, breathing into his hair as he sucked my neck. "What is this place?"
"It's the astral plane for our people."
"So you and I are the same?"
"Not exactly. I'm a Florian; meaning, I'm an earth elemental."
"So, if we have a home world... how did I get here? I'm adopted?"
"I don't know."
"How don't you know? How did you find me?"
"Technically, it's possible that my presence is what jumpstarted your powers and caused them to manifest."
I leaned away from him, feeling assort of regret. "Why are we here now? Why was I just compelled to do this? Why was I losing control in the real world?"
"I don't know." His accent had worn off, we now spoke the same.
"What did you do to me?"
"I-I may have amped you up with pheromones."
"What?" something snapped in me and the world fizzled.
I woke up, startled and naked. The sun had gone down and I sat in the middle of the destroyed field. Worth's body was a good distance away from me. It left me feeling an even greater ambivalence.
He'd used the 'l' word; he'd had my emotions and feelings all over the place. He'd made me lose control and I almost destroyed everything, almost killed people. I bit back the biting fear that I could kill. However, I was nonchalant at the idea of possibly killing Logan and his goons, but something told me, more like whispered it to me that they were still alive.
As heartless as I felt towards those idiots, I was still glad, somewhere inside of my now stormy heart, that they were alive.
I couldn't take the risk of Worth's powers manipulating me again; I did what any sensible person would do.
I ran.
I took one last look at the grassless field, the torn and twisted metals of the bleachers. The utter destruction of school property 7 days in a row.
The rain gave me cover as I ran home; it gave me a reason to think. My life had become a sci-fi novel in one week; the man who was supposedly my saviour might invariably be my antagonist.
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