Amari's Takeover: A Short Story

He realized that it really wasn't either of their faults, but the seasons, yet the side of him that always comforted Amaimon made him long to calm the younger. It just came naturally to him. "Shh...I just need a minute..." He murmured, giving a small smile. Thankfully Amaimon gave him just that, staying still long enough for him to become comfortable, unfortunately his back still stung terribly. It was because of this that he had moved, muttering a soft apology, though in all honesty he was not sure if it was heard. He kept his gaze low, a bit embarrassed, this was their first time after and it was all very thrilling, making his shiver with anticipation. Carefully he turned over offering himself fully, an act of pure submission as he spread his legs in a welcoming manner. He sighed softly at the cool air on his cuts and despite wanting to keep them therehe decided to heal himself a bit. Not fully though, just enough to help a few of the nastier ones close up, most of them still red and open. Amaimon could make more, he wanted him to make more. He gasped as cool hand ran over his hips and back, making him tremble with want, a low whine rising in his throat. It was the cruelest kind of teasing, his roaming hands touching him everywhere, his fingers even ghosting over his back side, setting on the soft flesh as he toyed with his tail. He groaned loudly "oh god, Amaimon please..." He begged shamelessly. He wanted so much more of this, not just his brother inside him, but touching him, both softly and roughly. He wanted his hands to scratch him, caresses him, kiss him. He shivered as his mind wandered further, further than he'd really thought before, dragging his mind to lustful thoughts of being taken roughly, claimed, marked, a sharp, quick hand landing roughly on the soft skin currently under his mate's hands, slapping him there while pounding into him. Just the thought made him

"You're coming in?" Serenity puzzled for a second. "Of course you're coming in, you have so much more to tell me." She was like a child in a candy store. She grabbed his wrist and hopped out of the car. This keeps getting better and better.

“Well I would say goodnight, but I don’t like you.” I pulled out and she sat back down, with tears streaming down her face. I drove through little communities listening to the radio and eating the food I saved. I arrived in Reno, Nevada at 7:00 a.m. My bloodshot eyes told me I needed to rest, even for a few hours, but I’m going to see my daughter. I was low on gas, but I decided to take the risk of going up the mountain on the way to Tahoe. The tree’s became a blur as I pushed the pedal. The warm summer light beaming onto the road before me. The pine trees smell blessed my nose.

“Thanks Mom” I said then rolled my eyes, good thing mom didn’t see that. I wish sometimes to be alone or just with Sasha. I ate my waffles in complete silence. Sometimes I think mom and dad want their old little girl back, but as I tell them their little girl is gone and will forever be gone. I finished my last bite, washed my plate, and left the apartment to see a familiar face. Lucas. How did he get my address? How he been stalking me? He better be passing by and not know where he is at otherwise I swear I will kick him in the….. Okay slow down Riles, figure out what he wants

The next thing I know he picked me up and spun me to the music. This tape is great i thought to myself. Foxx and I danced in their kitchen for what felt like hours until Lorna walked in smiling from ear to ear. “So?” she says to Foxx. His face fills with blush as he looks at me with a look I’ve never seen before. He spins me around and dips me back then pulled me into a kiss.

I didn’t know if Dale and I were out on a date or just spending time with each other. opening doors, holding out my chair, me snatching him back before he walks into a light pole, in front of a moving car, or trip over the sidewalk all because he kept looking at me. I didn’t know if I was flattered (highly) or frighten (highly as well). When hours or days go by and with me only remembering him opening his car door on a bright sunny day as I was getting into and… Dale opens the car door for me at night to getting out, what girl wouldn’t be a bit spooked. I knew I was in love with Dale and not just because of his good looks, had blinding smile, or his lips kissing me felt… Let’s leave the turning my legs to soft dough out of this conversation. What girl wouldn’t fall to pieces the way he lifts my leg. However, but something just didn’t feel… right. Tonight we were having dinner at his house and then to the movies.

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

“Of course they’re not alright you dolt. Why do you think they’re crying? They probably don’t want some nosy neighbor butting in on their buisness” He hears the crying stop. “Umm I mean. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He shoves his face into his pillow. He hears a shaky voice from the other side of the wall. “Who are you?” says a voice Charlie would guess is male. He lifts his head up. “I’m your new neighbor the names Charlie, but I usuallyy go by Char.” The voice from the other side of the wall seemed to brighten. “Like from the book Ella Enchanted?” Char smiled. “Yeah. Hey, you know your the first one to get that?” There were a few moments of silence. “Really? Thats my favorite book. My mom always made fun of me because i was constantly rereading it. It just gave me hope that someday I could find a prince like that.” His voice cracked and I could hear him start to cry again. “Please don’t cry. Just tell me whats wrong and i’ll try to

“Fine.” I sighed, giving the horses one last pat. I went back and grabbed my luggage handle again. Prefect was already inside. I hefted my stuff into the carriage and climbed in. I shut the door and bounced slightly on the edge of my seat as we began moving. He glared at me and I meekly slid back and sat still. For about ten seconds. Then I got bored and pulled my earbuds out of my bag along with my phone. I plugged in (which means I plugged the buds in my ears and the cord into my phone) and went to my large music library, selecting a favorite album of mine--Bea Miller’s Not An Apology. She was a fairly new singer to the scene, this being her first album. But I loved her songs, they were so empowering and many of them made me want to dance

The tea kettle began to boil in the background and your ears were quick to drown it out as Hibari grabbed your thighs and hiked them up around his hips. You pulled away from his lips and took a breath of fresh air, your nails raking down his back as he pulled you impossibly close. His dark eyes bored into yours for a brief second and you were suddenly subjected to the torrid emotions swimming in them.

Later that night, I was comforting Vinyl at the news she and I got today. We were lying in bed together, our bodies pressing up against each other as we held each other close; I caressed the area around her eyes, trying to help her sleep, hoping that it would dwindle the tension she had within

From the front seat, my father turned around and looked at Ashley and me. “Get out, we’re here,” he said in a monotonous tone. I tried to read my mom’s and his face. What did they expect from this? Did they have a good

His kiss finds freedom, his reservations are slashed at the throat, and his morals buried. I know now that he’s always wanted me. This kiss tells me so. In the way he lets it all unleash. In the way he holds me tight to him, as if he’s afraid I might slip through his fingers. In the way his heart pounds against my bosom. He’s been starved for me. All this time.

Nolan's hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved against mine desperately. An unsettling and fluttering feeling came inside me, shutting my eyes and making me lean into him. One of my hands rest on his chest which was rising and falling at the same accelerating speed as mine whereas his other hand was wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies close to each other. We had managed to go behind the curtain, not caring what the people in the house thought. The tender yet passionate kiss filled in all the missing warmth in my body. I don't know what came over me as I slowly brought my hands up to his hair, returning the kiss.

Late morning, the next day, Maighread and I rode off to another one of my many secret places, a shadier one, one having several pools of water, all connected. I made the lunch this time and we both brought blankets. However, her mother’s quilt, she left at home. Today, I didn’t even have to pretend that I didn’t know what she meant, had she asked if I come here to be alone and masturbate—I had already told her everything about me concerning my sexuality, my masturbation habits and all else. Everything, which, up until yesterday, I thought I would never tell anyone. Likewise, she had reciprocated in kind, telling me everything about her own inner thought life, her sexual practices and fantasies.