ETHAN'S POV
I reached her room, I noticed the stench of fire. Someone sent s demon after her before she even slept off. "Rune? Open up. It's me."
She opened the door, "Ethan? Come in." I walked into the room, she shut the door nervously. "Ethan they came after me. What happened?"
"The demons were sent to test you. They want your type in hell, you are needed for a special assignment. Just like me. Maybe a soul collector or a record collector."
"Ethan no. I don't want any of that. I want to be free even if it costs me my life. I just want to be free even if it tears me apart to peace and not pieces." Her voice made me tremble but I needed my shield up.
She smiled a little, it was a smile of sadness and not relief. The tears poured down her face, she really wanted the comfort but he couldn't give that to her.
"Don't worry, I couldn't and I wouldn't do that to you."
Rune was everything I wanted, the girl I imagined as my wife. Rune could not be mistaken for the ordinary ever before I met her, talk less of after I met her. The only reason I stopped her soul from going to hell.
Her eyes, oh her brown eyes made me think of the dark coffee I always wanted at the early hours of the morning, of dawn. Her lips were beautiful and her smile made it so hard for her aura to be irresistible.
"Ethan? I can feel your energy."
"Ignore it."
"Stop it. You are so brief with me. Why?"
"Nothing."
"Ethan what are you hiding from me?"
"What do you think I'm hiding?"
"I can't tell. Maybe your emotions."
"Emotions. We are like spirits here. What emotions do we have?"
"Ethan come closer to me. Please."
I held her close to my chest, the hug I never gave anyone.
Rune made it difficult for me to concentrate back then in kindergarten. I nearly gasped for air anytime I saw her but I tried to ignore it because of the lung disease I once had."
Rune, according to what the tarot readers told me, was supposed to be my wife. My one and all, my everything and the direct mother of my unborn children. We were suppose to be that watcher family united by a stronger bond. Stronger than the waves of the ocean.
Did I mention? The past. No I didn't. Well let me. Why woidont you be my guest?
I bought Rune her first flower ever in her life. I thought girls weren't supposed to forget moments like that, I never knew I didn't mean as much as I meant to her.
Oh please, forgive me. What am I saying?
I mean it was barely years ago and we were barely grown. I felt too much for a young boy at that young age. Too much for a misunderstood fellow at a younger age.
At least we ended here, we ended somewhere. So I can boldly say a fallen win is a win.
Can't I?
The sound of violins ran through the air until she pulled away from my chest just to look into my eyes. I stared into hers and I knew it. This time I couldn't turn away.
She held my face and it hypnotized me to the point of a calm faint, I kissed her lips softly. She held me close to her body and gave me a tongue tied kiss.
I realized, she needed this more than I did.
Spiritually, she was a pathway to my salvation and a signal of a heartfelt radiance. After she gave me the deepest heartfelt kiss, I felt her hands slide down my body to the lower body and of course I knew what she aimed for.
She stared at me, she wanted to see my reaction but I was already a pawn on her chest board game. The Queen led me straight to the bed until I couldn't take the pressure anymore.
I laid low to my sin, she stayed on top of my erection until she slid it out of my pants. She rubbed the source of my pleasure until I noticed the tingling sensation move through my mind, it gave my brain a signal until I couldn't take it anymore.
She noticed the tip turned solid but slippery, she licked the tip, she rubbed the tip, she let it sink deep into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. She hummed on it, she sang on it, she prayed on it, she gagged on it till her eyes turned wet.
I stayed down letting her take charge while the music played loudly to hide our sin from the spirit neighbors. She climbed my face, I licked every aspect of her root chakra out of her through the vessel.
Her eyes rolled up, her demons looked perfect. She slid it into her body. The canal felt good but it was just too much for me to handle, it nearly turned me into a beast, a confession of truth nearly escaped through my lips. I held my moans to myself.
She rode and stayed above until she reached the point of orgasm, she exploded on top of me with quivering and mumbling of words I've never heard. She nearly fell off but I held her, I let her sit while I pounded her.
We broke the deal.
She slide in and out of her calmly making my way to her cervix. She tried to whimper but she couldn't. With every stroke, she faded off into hidden pleasure.
We stayed in motion, stroke after stroke and sweat after sweat. All I could think about was her, no one but her. Just Rune.
It's an hour after we were done with our shade of vanity and guess what color it was, the color of our vanity happened to be red and purple. A string of sex and a string of greed held us attached as soul ties.
Greed for sex and sex for greed. Greed for our bodies and bodies for our contentment.