~ Andrea ~
“No. I...I don’t think I can do this,” I said, putting my hands in between us and pushing him slightly backward.
Huh! Finally! Some sense coming back to me.
But that didn’t so much as linger. It was immediately tossed out of the door when Eriol cupped my butt and effortlessly lifted me up. He strode to my bed and arranged me there. Without delay, he launched himself on top of me and brought his lips back into mine. It was a slow kiss at first, but then it became hard when his tongue darted inside my mouth.
On impulse, I sparred with it. I had to reciprocate since his kisses were so good.
He sucked my tongue. Made a tornado out of it. And then massaged it with heavenly grace. The twirling of his tongue was similar to a symphony of orchestra; playful and engaging, and I was certainly a captivated audience.
Eriol’s hand moved down my thighs and with precision, gathered the hem up to my abdomen. I felt
~ Andrea ~ I woke up in the morning trying to figure out what to do besides doing my routine morning care. I hoped to skip breakfast and just directly leave the house just so that I could avoidhim, but when I checked on my iPhone from the bedside table, I found a message from my aunt telling me she wanted to see me first thing in the morning, and by that, she meant taking breakfast together. I wasn’t hungry, though. Eriol, just as you would expect from a butler, sent a maid into my room with a tray of dinner. That wasafterhe left me feeling, well,fullin a different sense. I thought it was kind of him to do that. He knew I wasn’t able to eat at the charity ball because of Mr. DaisVita’s apparent attention-grabbing stomachache. When I opened the tray, it was full of special dishes better than what I saw at the party. There was also a card in it with my name written on the front and it said,“Thank you
~ Andrea ~ Humming, I changed my clothes and footwear into a much proper one. As opposed to earlier, I felt pretty much confident now. Mr. DaisVita and his Casanova ways weren’t my problem anymore. Well, by heart, I still believed he’d endlessly pour words of delight to inflate my lungs and he’d try to get all touchy with me, but unlike last night, I am now prepared. The location I had in mind for our meeting would be the proper place for a civil talk. It was at my auntie’s ranch. I figured what could go wrong in a place full of horses and manure, right? After changing, I walked out of my bedroom and onto the outside porch. I leaned against the metal railing and waited. From this angle, I could see the whole of the front gate, the main garden, the driveway, and the parking lot. It was a beautiful view altogether. I actually enjoyed my time just observing the place. Fifteen minutes after, I saw the BMW l
~ Andrea ~ It has been years since I had my last horse ride with Trinitus, so it was no wonder why I was partly having a difficult time now. Grabbing the pommel of the saddle, I poised in an awkward position. My left foot was neatly placed in the stirrup, ready, but for some reason, I couldn't freaking lift myself up to get to the seat. I remembered being able to effortlessly flung myself onto the horse, but I was younger then. Right now, I seriously have gained a bit of weight—and curves—to be unable to get this simple action right. Enrique, posing as a gentleman as usual, helped me up by putting both of his hands on my waist and lifted me to the seat. I immediately shot a glare towards Eriol’s way who stood in front of the two horses holding the reins. My glare meant, 'don’t do anything stupid,' and by stupid meant,'don’t hurt the man with your supernatural abilities!' He only responded with a cold grin; his lip
Media, Ancient Northwestern Iran House of Raguel ~ Sarah ~ Tick tock. Tick tock. It was already nine in the evening. Damp was my pillow owing to the stream of tears I released since I shut myself inside my room this afternoon. My eyes swelled like a tomato. My throat felt so dry. My chest weighed like it was being loaded with heavy stone boulders. Every strike of the clock hand inched me forward towards my goal: death. Yes, I had decided to kill myself. People in my neighborhood had already called me many names: murderer, witch, disease, a whore. I am branded with their unending glares and reproaches. They had called me cursed. They had told me that my soul was already damned in Hell. Why you ask? Well, because I lost seven husbands. Before the consummation of our marriage, before they can even touch me, they all suddenly die and I don’t
~ Andrea ~ “Andrea!” Enrique called out again and judging from his voice, I was sure he was just near the willow tree. I could also make out two horses whinnying; no doubt he had the reins of his mustang tied near my Trinitus. I panicked and my mind immediately reacted by processing a boat-load of questions. What if he would see me and Eriol doing this...this lewd thing?! How would he react? What would he say? More importantly, what would he say to my auntie? I hastily stopped our kiss and pushed Eriol away, but he was quick to deflect my attempt. He covered my mouth with his free hand and went to lick my already sweating neck. Oh, gosh. Does he really have to do that?It was an unhygienic thing to do and the sweat would taste unpleasant too; definitely not what I want him to sample from me, but he kept on going and going like he wasn’t bothered by it. I then felt him slide
Media, Ancient Northwestern IranHouse of RaguelPOV:Aeshma (A flashback of the past)I noted Sarah's reaction when she saw my black wings. I bet she wondered why I had this shade when in fact Guardian Angels do have white wings.Well, I used to have one. My wings were beautifully glorious. They had a radiant whiteness unlike any other. Even Raphael and Michael used to tease me a lot about it. They said that I am a favorite of our Boss; that He gave me a special treatment with regards to my angel wings.So why do I have these black appendages now? I know you had wondered too.It all started when I took the life of Sarah's first husband, when I happily dismembered the old schizophrenic fool with my own bare hands. I had to. Sarah was very afraid of him. She was cowering at the edge of the bed in the night of their marriage cons
~ Aeshma ~ I don’t know if angels and humans can procreate, but right now, the only thing in my mind was to shower Sarah with infinite passion. I continued to feast on her two quaking breasts like I am a hungry, sex-deprived man. I can definitely compare myself to the men I had killed in the past. I understand their neurotic desire now for her, for I do believe I am the same. I had joined her in bed many times, just contended with embracing her until I fall asleep, but this would be the first time I am joining her in this blessed area for love-making purposes. I am really surprised how she was so accepting of me; like she had been waiting for this to happen since my revelation. She was so compliant with my touch, so sensitive to my kisses, so open and wanting to everything I am doing. Probably because I am a supernatural being that was why she acted like this... or probably, she also desires this moment like me, too. But whatever the reason,
~ Andrea ~ Aunt Marcella had given me all the details about my trip and the feeding program during our dinner. As usual, Eriol acted like an obedient lapdog—whoops—I mean, a butler, waiting for whatever his master orders him to do. We haven’t talked since he arrived at sundown together with auntie. I would have wanted to confirm if he truly sent Enrique at the hospital and not in some faraway island, but he seemed to act like a jerk the moment I saw him in the kitchen: all moody and exhausting a do-not-mess-with-me aura, so I didn’t dare start a conversation with him. I wondered why, though. There must be something that went wrong. But oh well, at least he had the commonsense to kick his doppelgänger out of the picture at last and present his true self in front of us. The entire time Aunt Marcella explained the details, I could feel Eriol’s endless stare on me. I controlled the urge to give him