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Hiya! I'm Valya and I'm 24 years old, I've been writing stories since I was 7 and poetry since I was 15. I love story telling and pouring my soul into my art. See below for a list of my active stories.

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Active Stories

She Exists Adrift (SEA) MAIN MASTER LIST

SEA Character Introductions

SEA Character Master List

#LYONSEA

Chaos Reforms You (CRY) MAIN MASTER LIST

CRY Character Introductions

CRY Character Master List

#LYONCRY

Schedule

Post Title / Projected Release Date* / Status** / Word count 4 Azure Amore / ??? / done / 2.6K 5 Azure Amore / ??? / done / 1.5K

Disclaimer:

*I will only release a post if the post after it is ready to be released.

**Status key: done; writing was completed WIP; currently writing the post notes; a list of moments for the post, no writing yet.

Will update as often as possible!

Valya patch notes hehe

10.26.2024 morning updates:

uploaded 1 The Phoenix Man and removed from schedule.

Notes:

will update in a few days when I have an idea of when to release 4 AA and 5 AA. Not exactly sure what will come after 5 AA, still figuring that out.

Hope everyone is good!

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2 Azure Amore

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SEA Master List or #LYONSEA

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CW: mostly vanilla, smutty love scene, public smut in the ocean. MDNI. 2.1K Words.

Calliope made sure to go to the phone store in the main shopping district of Mableshore as soon as it opened the next day. She got herself a brand new phone, but it still didn’t reach the $600 that Beau had given her, so she kept the remainder aside to return to him.

The girl made it a point not to reach out to Beau until the late afternoon of the next day. Her main reasoning for the wait was that she didn’t know Beau’s schedule, but she knew he’d be working a lot. She didn’t want to bother him during work.

When she reached out, Calliope decided to be slightly flirtatious, texting him, “thank you for last night, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good during sex.”

Beau had been working the whole day, but every chance he got the man would be checking his phone for a text from her. Her text came in as he was sitting passenger to another paramedic and the man wasted no time in reaching for his phone.

He chuckled to himself when he read her message, a sense of pride filling his chest as he remembered how much he enjoyed her. He replied in moments, “feels as if you’re challenging me to make you feel even better next time.”

“Bold of you to assume we’re having sex again,” Calliope replied to his message, then sent a kissing emoji.

The two spent the entire week flirting back and forth with neither tiring of the other. Their conversations were intimate and deep, with the two learning more and more about each other.

Half-way through the week, Beau started calling Calliope. Phone calls, facetime calls, text messages, and endless laughter in every format. They couldn’t get enough.

Calliope would pace around her home waiting for him to call her and when he would, she would walk to the beach with him on the phone. She would take photos of the waves and send it to him, or show it to him if they were facetiming.

His eyes always lit up when he saw the ocean and Calliope always felt a rush of joy when she’d see his expression.

The girl hated to admit it, but she knew her heart was starting to fall for Beau.

Beau knocked on her door the Sunday after he met her.

It was early morning, with a light fog still layered over the streets of Mableshore. The sun still hadn’t risen, but the street lamps had all turned off, making the little area seem to be in a dark blue haze.

When the door opened, Beau looked down, smiling at Calliope sweetly, “good morning beautiful.”

The girl’s red hair was braided in double Dutch braids along her scalp and she wore a pink bikini with a cover up made for the bikini. Her green eyes softened when she met Beau’s eyes.

“Good morning handsome,” she replied sweetly, then stepped out of the house. Calliope reached towards him to give him a hug, and the man leaned down, wrapping his arms around her waist as her arms went around his neck.

Beau squeezed her slightly, looking down at her with affection in his eyes, “I wanted us to go to a more private beach this time. Does that sound okay?”

“Sounds fun,” Calliope smiled up at him and pulled her arms away, following the man to his car.

He opened the door for her and she got in.

When he joined her, he made sure she was wearing her seatbelt and then started driving towards the private beach.

The beach was open to the public, but not very many people would go there since there were so many coastline beaches along Mableshore’s main road and this was one of the last.

As Beau discovered even more similarities with Calliope, he realized that he had yet to ask her something, “we’ve been talking all this time and I never asked your date of birth.”

“Oh, it’s August 9, 1999,” the girl told him without issue, then inquired with furrowed brows, “what about yours?”

“So, you’re turning 20 in a few weeks. You’re so young,” Beau laughed and shook his head as he made a turn down the beach’s access road, “May 5, 1994 is mine. I turned 25 this year.”

“You’re so old,” Calliope cooed, teasing the man as if she hadn’t been with a man nearly 40 years older than her, “you sure you can keep up with me?”

“Damn, you’re ruthless,” the man let out a short laugh, glancing over at the girl for a second to admire her as she started to laugh along, “I am absolutely sure I can keep up with you. Might need some old person naps here and there, but…”

Calliope laughed even harder, admiring how Beau found it so easy to make fun of himself, “you’re a very interesting man, blue eyes. Will you let me join you for your old person naps?”

And I’m always thinking summertime… pushing our luck, getting wiped out. Days with nothing but laughing loud.

“I wouldn’t be able to take my old person naps without you,” Beau revealed in a serious voice as he parked his car.

After they set up a site on the beach for their umbrella, towels, and cooler, Beau returned to the car for the surfboards. He walked with the boards to Calliope, and the two approached the water.

The two swam deeper into the water, and soon Beau was helping Calliope up onto her board. He was teaching the girl about surfing, and his patience was shining through, with the man never raising his voice at her.

Despite multiple failures which involved falling into the water, Calliope kept trying.

“You’re picking this up really quick,” Beau’s voice was sweet, encouraging and comforting, “don’t worry about going down. It’s a part of the process. Just keep coming back up like you’ve been doing.”

“I’m only doing good because you’re an amazing teacher,” the woman told him as she started paddling along to a wave.

As Calliope rode the wave, she started to stand. She felt powerful for just a moment but the ocean seemed to notice that, because it quickly humbled her again.

This time, she was thrown into the water quite aggressively and when Beau saw it start to happen, he immediately started paddling over to get her.

He hopped off his board near hers, then dove under the water.

Calliope was still attached to her board but was clearly dazed under the waves, so Beau wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to the surface.

As soon as they were out of the water, Calliope started coughing. She shook her head as she tried to adjust her eyes, and noticed that she was still wrapped in Beau’s arms.

The man was looking over the woman carefully, “let me see your eyes, Calliope. You hit the water really hard.”

The young woman opened her eyes a little more for Beau, who looked into them and nodded his head. Her eyes seemed fine, and she had gotten the water out of her lungs. While he wasn’t calm now, he was feeling relieved she hadn’t hit the water harder.

“Maybe just another wave or two?” the woman asked Beau, blinking and rubbing her eyes as they finished adjusting to the beautiful view around her.

“No,” Beau replied so quickly that it surprised the girl, “let’s get back to the shore and do some more surfing another time.”

She didn’t question him, and swam back with him to the shore.

They sat down on their towels and watched the color of the ocean changing as the sun started to rise in the sky.

Calliope was watching the waves crashing on the shore when she heard Beau’s deep voice, asking her, “what’s your ideal future?”

“My ideal future?” the woman was surprised by the line of questioning, and raised her brows slightly as she looked into Beau’s eyes, “I’ve always wanted to be with a man and have a baby with him. I just wanted the simple life of loving my man and my baby. What about you?”

“I think I’ve spent my whole life running from my past. My father was abusive in so many ways, and all I ever wanted was to be a better man and father than he had ever been,” Beau revealed these intimate details of his life so easily to the young woman because he knew in his heart that he was falling in love with her.

“I’m sorry to hear about your father,” Calliope frowned as she met his blue eyes, “you’re clearly a better man than him. You should be proud of yourself.”

The man smiled into the girl’s green eyes, as he got sucked in by this never ending desire to be closer to her, “thank you. I want us to take things at your pace, slow or fast, I don’t care. I want to show you that I’m the man for you, so will you be mine in every season?”

The morning will save our souls… It’s a slow cinnamon summer, your spell is pulling me under.

A smile spread on the young girl’s lips, and she leaned over excitedly, kissing the man on his lips, “yes, Beau, I’ll be yours. Promise to be mine in return?”

“You had me the moment I met you,” Beau revealed sincerely, leaning into the kisses more, and letting his hands roam along her soft body.

“I’ll race you to the water,” Calliope told him quickly as she pulled away from his lips, and started running across the sand to the ocean, laughing with every step.

She heard Beau chasing her through the sand, and he grabbed her as they made it to the water.

He twirled her with one hand, kissing her and lifting her off the ground.

Calliope wrapped her legs around Beau’s waist as he took her deeper into the water. Their kissing didn’t stop, turning wetter and quickly becoming a make-out session that neither was willing to pull away from.

Under the water, Beau’s cock began to harden and Calliope felt it against her bikini bottoms. She moaned slightly and looked into Beau’s eyes, giving him permission without having to say a word.

It was telekinetic, the energy they shared, because immediately after that look, Beau reached down to get his cock out. Once his rod was rubbing against her, the man quickly moved her bikini to the side for easy access.

They continued kissing, wet tongues dancing outside of their mouths together on occasion, and a moan loudly escaping Calliope’s lips as Beau began to penetrate her with his large penis.

The feeling of having sex in the ocean wasn’t one that Calliope ever thought she’d get to experience, but it was immediately something she enjoyed.

As the waves moved, they seemed to be an extension of Beau’s body and his desires.

His thrusting, as it got harsher, matched the rhythm of the waves. The water felt freeing, almost encouraging even, pushing the new couple to enjoy themselves together more.

It was during this intense sex, as Calliope’s moans got louder and more unrestrained, that another car pulled up to the beach. The girl noticed the car first, moaning quietly, “Beau… people…”

Beau looked over his shoulder, noticing the car. He increased his pace, making sure each thrust was going deeper into her, “have you ever been caught having sex outside?”

“Umm, maybe,” the girl revealed sheepishly, lowering her eyes.

The man kissed her and held her waist as he pounded faster and faster. He knew not to cum in her, so he was reminding himself with every thrust to pull out as soon as he felt himself ready to bust, “then, you’ll be fine getting caught again. Be as loud as you need to be.”

She did get louder and louder. Calliope felt herself orgasming multiple times, enthralled and drunk off the feeling of having Beau inside of her. She squeezed her walls around his throbbing cock, then…

He pulled out quickly, groaning as he let his load out into the ocean.

As Beau came, Calliope reached down and started to stroke his cock with her hands. She spoke to Beau in whispers and little moans as she kissed his lips, squeezing her hands slightly around his shaft, “finish for me, Blue… let it all out, big guy…”

“Fuck, you’re unreal,” Beau closed his eyes, leaning into every kiss and smacking her ass under the water, “maybe we should keep going.”

“Maybe,” Calliope cooed, stroking his cock and watching as his white cum mixed into the waves.

Had to share some more Blue posts, not sure when I'll be posting the next one but I'm glad this is finally out there.

Love all of you, thank you for all your support and love.

SONG REFERENCES

An Evening I Will Not Forget by Dermot Kennedy

Cinnamon by Jome

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2 Along Chasm Ridge

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CRY Master List or #LYONCRY

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CW: Main girl is in a religious cult, cult tactics are used, vague religious mentions, young bride marrying cult leader, humiliation of mother of bride by cult leader, SMUT, mentions of blood, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. MDNI. 4.1K Words.

August 18, 2019.

All the families living in Chasm Ridge woke up early that Sunday morning to attend the wedding of their leader. By sunrise, most of the commune was standing outside the door to the church, waiting to be let in.

A few minutes after that, the head priest arrived and opened the doors. The first pew was exclusive to family and friends of the bride and groom, but every other pew was open to the public.

The church filled up as the priest took his place and the wedding party began to arrive.

Everyone in the church turned their attention to the priest as he began to speak, his old voice booming through the large church, “Our Holy King has called us all here to witness his wedding. Please rise for Cain Rey.”

All stood with one hive mind, numerous heads turning to the massive church doors, eyes focusing on the lone strong figure that walked in through the doors.

Each step he took was deafening, the whole cathedral shook and trembled under the weight of his power.

Seeing their King, some young women in the crowd blushed as they remembered their own intimate encounters with him.

He had been sleeping with a good handful of these 20+ year old girls living in the commune, but God would strike Cain down if he ever tried to recite any of their names.

He didn’t care about any of them, and he never did, so he would call them by the name of whatever flower he thought looked like the girl.

That was something his father had taught him, and he’d always said to “save your rose, marry her, love only her. Your wife is the most important decision you’ll make, and only a rose is fit to sustain the title.”

Cain walked through the church with a proud purpose on that day because the woman he was marrying was the rose he had always envisioned, and he had been lucky enough to find her.

He stopped at the altar, awaiting the rest of the party.

Next in line was the family of the bride and groom, but…

Well, the couple each lost a parent when they were teenagers and the commune’s former king Cephas had his funeral service held at this same church just the week before.

That left the mother of the bride, Beatrice Masson as the only family member to walk down the aisle. She walked slowly, in a red dress, holding onto a bouquet of pink roses, and smiling the crowd.

Cain wanted desperately to roll his eyes at the woman, but he kept a stoically neutral expression, moving towards her once she was closer.

In front of everyone, the man kissed his mother in law’s cheek, then guided her with his hand to her seat at the front of the pews in a private section for herself.

The mother stayed standing as Cain returned to his spot, watching his best man walk down the aisle with the maid of honor. Then, another groomsmen and another bridesmaid.

Everyone in the wedding party wore red except for Cain and his bride. The man was anxious to see her, whispering to his best man, “you seen her yet?”

“When we were all outside, yes… You’re making the right choice,” his buddy commented in a slight chuckle, “she’s way prettier than her sisters…”

Normally, the Holy King would have some righteous and angry response, but he was distracted as he heard the doors begin to open again.

The march began to play.

Ysabel felt nervous in a million ways in that moment, she knew how easy it could be for her to just pass out from the anxiety, but she ignored it all. She inhaled deeply, and smiled as she moved down the aisle.

All eyes were glued to the girl that had taken the King off the market, all judgements and envy out on full display in certain faces but no one dared say anything out loud.

It was true that the girl was beautiful, though.

Ysabel Solis was a short 18 year old woman, not even making it to five feet tall, with bronzed skin and natural fiery red hair. She had pale, baby blue eyes that were always so sensitive and sweet.

Her hair flowed naturally and at the top of her head she wore a crown laced with red roses but it was obscured by her veil.

Cain couldn’t take his deep blue eyes off the girl, just thinking she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and that he had made the right choice.

Once Ysabel was closer, Cain stepped down, taking her hand and helping her up to their place at the altar.

He held her hand confidently, and he looked at her with eyes that killed every other woman in the room, but swept Ysabel off her feet. He whispered to her for a moment, “you’re amazing…”

The girl blushed at him but replied back in a similarly quiet voice, “no, you…”

Cain smiled and squeezed her fingers as the Priest began speaking. From there, vows soon started.

“You are my rose. You are my Holy Queen, the one meant to be at my side when I enter Heaven. I promise to always be your protector…”

“To stand by your side in all moments, and to always show you that I love you,” his confession came as no surprise to Ysabel, who was already falling so hard for him.

“I promise to love you, to praise you, to pray for you, and to be your home forever,” her clear blue eyes looked into his dark blues, “I worship you, I know your love to be the ultimate safety…”

“I promise to be forever yours, my Holy King,” Ysabel’s lips trembled slightly, her eyes watering as she finished and attempted to collect herself.

Then the Priest was asking, “Cain Rey, do you take Ysabel Solis to be your wife? To love and protect as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Cain nodded his head, his smile stuck on his face as he squeezed the girl’s hands slightly.

“And do you, Ysabel Solis, take Cain Rey to be your husband?” The priest turned his attention to the woman as he continued, “To love and worship as long as you both shall live?”

Ysabel nodded her head, smiling up at Cain as she spoke, “I do.”

The best man handed the priest the couple’s rings, as the old man continued to speak, “these rings are a physical symbol of Heaven awaiting Cain and Ysabel as they make this commitment to one another.”

“In their rings, their love, and now as husband and wife, they have been given the keys to a peaceful, fruitful eternity,” the man handed each ring to the opposite individual.

Cain placed Ysabel’s ring first, speaking as he did, “this ring is yours as a reminder that I only love you. I promise to love and protect you forever. I’m yours.”

Ysabel smiled when it was her turn, even as she shook a little, “this ring is yours as a reminder that I only love you. I promise to love and worship you forever. I’m yours.”

“It is my honor to pronounce Cain and Ysabel, husband and wife. Cain, you may kiss your bride,” the priest stepped aside to let the couple have their moment as the applause began thundering through the church.

Cain pulled Ysabel close, then dipped her as he kissed her in front of the commune. He kissed her sweetly, not trying to make her look bad in front of anyone.

The couple went down the aisle together as rose petals were thrown at the end of each pew for them.

They went down the aisle quickly because as the applause got louder, Cain looked down and had noticed there was a foggy-disconnected look in his Ysabel’s eyes.

He wasn’t pleased about it and wanted to get her outside to ask her why she was looking that way.

Cain opened the backdoor of the private carriage he booked for wedding day, and helped Ysabel into it. The girl’s eyes were wide when he got in with her, “what?”

“You got a private horse drawn carriage for our wedding?” Her voice was squeaky and her eyes were full of tears, “you put so much thought into everything…”

“I did,” Cain said confidently, but quickly remembered the earlier expression in her eyes, “you were disconnected going down the aisle. Why? Are you regretting your decision already?”

Ysabel shook her head, moving to sit beside her husband, “I’m not. I don’t have good experiences with loud noises… It was making me anxious.”

The man blinked, seeing how close she was and sinking into bad thoughts, “oh, that makes a lot of sense. You out did yourself… You’re beyond beautiful, I can’t describe it.”

“Does it make you want to do anything to me?” She smiled up at him shyly, her light blue eyes clear and sweet, but her question so sexual.

“You know it does but now I’m curious, because you sound like a little dog,” Cain raised his brows and held her face in between his hands, “what did your past boyfriends do to you?”

She tried to shake her head, but he had her in place, so she looked him in the eye apologetically, “I’m a virgin as far as I’ve never had vaginal-penis sex or anal sex…

“But I had an ex boyfriend and there was kissing, oral, a finger,” Ysabel told Cain anything he wanted to know, without question. He was her King, he was the one she listened to and bowed to.

Cain smiled and kissed her, holding her head as his lips parted hers.

The woman’s heart beat rapidly as she worried about overstepping and making Cain angry, but she touched his face with her small hands as she returned his kisses.

The couple spent the entire drive to the reception making out, culminating in a heated arrival for both of them.

When they arrived, everything they had planned began to fall through in one major way. By the time they became aware of the issue, the couple had been sitting at the head table for a few minutes.

No one was allowed to wear white to the wedding, so no one but Ysabel was… until Beatrice joined the reception in a wedding dress and drunk as can be.

The older woman was walking around, talking to guests and slurring as she spoke, “yes, she’s my daughter! No, I’m not her… Don’t we look alike though? Makes sense why he picked her!”

Cain was annoyed at the sight, and whispered to his groomsmen, “someone better fix her dress.”

Beside her husband, Ysabel was starting to notice her mother among the crowd, and she sighed regretfully when she saw what her mother was wearing.

The bride turned her attention to her bridesmaids, who all shared Beatrice as their mother but had different fathers, “did you two know she was planning on wearing that?”

“No, but let her. It’s not a big deal,” Ysabel’s eldest half-sister, Blanche, sounded annoyed that her younger sister was even mentioning it.

“It’s my wedding,” the woman replied with a subdued voice, her light blue eyes going to her other sister, “do you not see an issue?”

“She’s wearing a dress, Belle, big deal!” Brigitte’s reply was just as angry, and she rolled her eyes at the girl, “you’re always so dramatic.”

Ysabel didn’t even have time to really respond to her sisters, as she heard a commotion.

“Why! Why did you do that?” Beatrice cried loudly, she was a drunk mess on the floor and her white dress was stained red with wine in one spot.

Above the woman, Cain’s groomsmen stood with empty wine glasses and curious, confused looks.

“What are you wearing, Beatrice?” Cain’s voice spoke up from beside his wife as he began to stand up.

Ysabel watched as her mother stood up in utter distress, “They spilled wine on me!”

“My bride is sitting beside me,” Cain shouted so loud that Beatrice’s face gave away her fear, “if she’s sitting beside me, I should see no white dresses dancing at my wedding. If Ysabel stands, she’s the only one in a white dress in this room.”

“The dress isn’t white! It’s cream, and they shouldn’t have spilled wine on me! I’m your mother in law!” Beatrice, irate in her drunkenness, screamed back at her leader.

Cain grabbed a bottle of wine from a stand beside the wedding table. He walked over to the woman and shoved her to the ground, pouring the entire bottle over her dress, shouting to the crowd as he finished the bottle, “GET ME ANOTHER!”

Beatrice was screaming, crying, and apologizing to Cain, but his groomsmen were already running back with more bottles of wine which Cain angrily snatched away from them to pour over the woman, “who the hell are you back talking?”

“You could be put to death for screaming to me like that. Next time, remember you’re my mother in law, and shut your fucking mouth,” Cain poured a second bottle over any white parts of her dress.

“It’s a sin to ruin a man’s wedding and the moment you walk in cosplaying as a man’s bride is the moment you embarrass yourself.”

Cain’s friends handed out bottles of wine to members of the commune to drink.

The third bottle of wine that was poured on Beatrice was opened by a father, who shuffled over and dumped it out onto her dress.

Within milliseconds, all the bottles that had been handed out to members of the commune were popping open and immediately being thrown onto Beatrice.

It was hard to tell if it was overkill but the reality was that the crowd was used to Beatrice’s behavior.

She got away with so much when Cephas was in charge, but under Cain… everyone knew things would be much different.

In more than just that way.

Eventually, Beatrice stormed out, angrily, but silently.

Cain returned to the head table and saw his wife, his eyes softening slightly as he noticed her anxious wide-eyed expression.

He looked at Ysabel as he offered his hand to her, “I’m sorry about that. Let’s end early and go home?”

Ysabel nodded her head, and took her husband’s hand, following him.

…

Cain gave Ysabel a brief tour of the home when they arrived with the tour ending in the master bedroom, “Excuse me, by the way. I need to use the bathroom real quick… Drank a lot at the reception.”

“Spilled a lot more than you drank,” the sweet girl’s comment was timid, and she turned to examine their room as the man disappeared into the bathroom.

His voice faded into the master bathroom, “she deserved it. She sinned, she was punished.”

When her husband disappeared into the bathroom, the woman got onto her knees and began to pray.

Let me love you like a woman… let me shine like a diamond.

She clasped her hands together, closing her eyes, “Father, let Cain always love me and let me always love Cain.”

He wasn’t in the bathroom for long, returning to the room as he heard the girl’s prayers. Cain walked to her side and sat down on the edge of the bed, not making a sound until she was done with her prayer.

When her eyes opened, her husband’s voice came from her left, saying, “How do you feel about everything, Ysabel? Tell me, honestly.”

The man expected her to have some complaints about what happened to her mother during the wedding. He expected her to call it all too much, to say that he had gone too far for her.

Her sweet eyes met his deep blue ones, and she pouted just a bit, her lip trembling slightly, “honestly? So sad we didn’t have a first dance.”

So, Ysabel’s husband stood and reached his hand out to her.

Dance me through the panic until I’m gathered safely in…

The girl took it without question, and Cain pulled her into a slow dance. With every turn, the girl felt herself falling more in love.

They shared a fire that Ysabel didn’t really understand, but they started humming a song as they moved along the empty space in the room.

Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone…

Cain lead his wife in their first dance, but their bodies understood one another without any words.

She followed him so easily.

In one moment, when he turned his bride, her ass pressed just right against his crotch.

Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon…

Ysabel, in feeling him, danced her body along his. She desired to please him, to be the best wife for him.

“Maybe you’re doing a little too much, my rose,” Cain inhaled sharply as he felt her ass grinding along his pants.

The girl pulled away, starting to walk away, but Cain pulled her back in, continuing their dance. This time, though, he started to help her out of her wedding dress.

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of and dance me to the end of love.

Ysabel turned to kiss him as her dress came off, and he was already leaning forward awaiting her. Their kiss was passionate, their tongues desperately trying to get to know each other better.

The bride unbuttoned Cain’s top as their kisses got more wet, saliva pooling between the two.

The man pulled his shirt off once the buttons had been undone by Ysabel, and he pulled her in by the waist, “I’m in love with you, Ysa, only you.”

“I love you, but you don’t mean that, unholy King,” the woman’s sweet voice teased the older man, and she fluttered her lashes up at him, “you’ve had so many women before me.”

“Yes, but I never loved any, and I won’t have any women after you, just you,” Cain lifted the girl easily and placed her on the bed to better ravage her.

He ate her out, wanting her to be wet, and hoping that he gave her better head than her ex.

Cain knew he was a bigger sinner than her, but he hated that anyone had touched her even a little bit. It was imperative for him to be the best at anything she’d ever felt, and anything she would feel in the future.

He never wanted to fail as a husband.

So his tongue worked in circles along her clit, then he pressed his thumb to it and began rubbing into her clit.

At the same time, his tongue began a trail down to her vagina, invading it with thirsty desire.

Ysabel moaned at every touch of his, especially as he ate her out. Her mind was racing, her fingers curling in his hair, “ohhh, Cain… feels sooo…”

The man pulled away, unbuckled his belt and took it off. When he looked down at the girl, laid on the bed, he wrapped the belt around her wrists and tightened it.

“What if I don’t want to be tied up?” Ysabel clutched her hands, looking up at Cain with a coy expression he’d never seen in a woman.

“What are you going to do? Complain? I think I can deal, I don’t mind hearing you talk,” the groom responded with a chuckle, then took off his pants and underwear.

The virgin bride’s eyes ran along her husband’s body, admiring his muscled form and then… He was easily ten inches, if not bigger. The woman was amazed.

“I could scream,” Ysabel mumbled as Cain approached her, spit flying down onto his cock that he stroked around the long shaft, “I’d be very loud.”

“I definitely don’t mind hearing you scream,” Cain replied with a chuckle, leaning down to kiss her on the mouth.

“You’re soo meaan, ahh,” the woman had started to protest just as he started to push his long, hard cock into her.

There was enough saliva between both bodies causing the sex to become passionate relatively quickly with Cain beginning to thrust his ten inches in to the small Ysabel faster each time.

She took every thrust with loud moans, her bound hands wrapped around her husband’s neck, and her lower body moving along to the feeling.

The young bride felt some pain from her first sexual experience, but she thought to embrace it would be better.

Every good woman was born to experience this pain for her husband, and how lucky was she that she got to marry a Leader, a religious figure, a very attractive man.

With each thrust, she rolled her hips along, panting and looking up at Cain with pleasure filled blue eyes.

His hands were greedy for her body, touching every surface of soft skin and kissing her every chance he got. At the same time, his lower body had a mind of its own.

Each thrust went harder, deeper. He felt the way her walls clutched around him, the tightness other worldly.

He knew Heaven was all theirs now and that there was no more looking back. From here on, only forward.

To Cain, it felt as if their souls were blending together, as if Ysabel’s body and her love were all made for him to enjoy but this moment…

This was the combining of souls that he knew would always be needed to rule over Chasm Ridge, and God had delivered this woman to him at the perfect time.

Ysabel was lost in her pleasure as she felt Cain speeding up inside her, her eyes closed and her head rolled back as she moaned happily.

“Fuck, I’ve got to fill you with my seed, I need it, I can’t pull out. Your pussy feels amazing, you feel unreal,” he leaned down to kiss the young woman, and she welcomed his lips.

His pace was intense, and Ysabel’s eyes were half open, her hips trying to match his every thrust with a well timed rhythm, “you do whatever you have to do…”

She let out another moan as his intensity drove her closer to the edge.

Then, she felt it.

The feeling of his cock pumping his load into her.

Torrents of gooey seed filled her womb and when she felt the final pumps of his cock, she began twitching and moaning against her groom’s still hard dick.

Cain groaned slightly, but thrusted deeper into the girl, making sure the cum got even deeper into her, “you’re the first woman I’ve ever cum inside of and I want you to really enjoy having my load in you, because I’m going to cum inside you every chance I get.”

Ysabel was coming back from another orgasmic peak, staring up at Cain as his thrusts continued.

“Ohh, Caaiin,” the girl moaned as another thrust caught her off guard, “are you just going to keep me as a sex toy?”

“For the rest of the night? Absolutely,” he littered her collarbone with kisses, rolling his hips against hers, “forever? Yes, but I’ll still let you live a life here and there… That way you get a break.”

Ysabel laughed as the man came up and the two shared another intimate kiss, as they fell into more sex.

…

When Cain fell asleep that night, it was sudden and immediately after his third nut into his new bride.

Ysabel went to the bathroom to pee.

She noted to herself that her new home was beautiful, and sat down on the toilet.

It took her a minute to force out the pee but when she did there was quite a lot. That made sense, she had also drunk during her wedding.

When she went to wipe, she immediately noticed that she had bled.

It made perfect sense to her though, Cain had been rougher than she had expected so of course he ended up causing her hymen to bleed.

She shook her head, not daring to think a bad thought about her husband. The girl cleaned herself with some soap and water, then returned to bed to join her husband.

Sorry for the delays in releasing this one!

I've been feeling like shit about myself and my writing lately so I've been writing very little and didn't want to post everything I had ready in case I ran out of stuff...

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Let Me Love You Like a Woman by Lana del Rey

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CW: mentions of crime, seduction smut, explicit language. MDNI. 3.9K Words.

Carcos was a city to the Northeast of the Red Highway. It was infamously crime-ridden, but the art scene was alive there.

The city was overrun with art galleries hosted by starving painters who were desperate for a leg up against their competition. This Artist Alley was a source of frequent discussion from the wealthier majority of Carcos residents.

The aristocrats argued that the Artist Alley was just a drug ridden, crime infested street that made the City of Carcos look dirty and appear complicit in the Red Highway empires.

Carcos boasted green hills and a proximity to the ocean (though, the beaches were very cold), and the temperatures were typically moderate from April until November.

During the month of June, the temperatures were known to be bizarre as some days would bring monsoons while others would bring heat waves.

It was June 1st, 2019 when she met Arthur Marlowe.

If you ask her what exactly brought her to him, she won’t be able to answer. She was in a daze ever since the murder of Jasper, she didn’t even have a clear memory of leaving Sunwoods to arrive in Carcos.

She just knew that she caught a bus after the funeral, eventually opened her eyes again as she went back onto the Red Highway, and when her mind brought her clarity again…

She was there in Carcos, staring at her reflection in the mirrors of a high fashion store in the city center.

Her hair was still dyed blonde, yet it was getting even longer and she wore a long beige coat. She felt so plain and colorless, she felt so lost and hopeless.

Ever since my baby went away it’s been the blackest day.

She walked through the city streets taking in every bit of it, not sure how long she’d even been there anymore.

Eventually she was standing in the Artist Alley in front of just another art gallery.

This one had her attention though. She scanned the interior through the windows, but her eyes kept returning to a painting of the Red Highway.

She walked up to the door and opened it, walking in. The art gallery was small, with 8 paintings lining the walls, and 4 paintings in the center of the gallery on easels.

Her eyes ran along all the paintings, getting lost in the Red Highway painting. She could hear the motorcycles, but they were so far away now, it had been so long since she had lived that life.

That was when the painter came into the gallery from a staircase that led to what must have been his apartment. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, just looking at her, mesmerized by her.

She was standing with her long blonde hair let down, she wore a black skirt and a white button down blouse under her beige jacket.

Her attention turned to him as his voice broke the silence, “have you been on the Red Highway before?”

She nodded her head, and looked up at him, “my ex was the leader of one of the biker gangs.”

The man was handsome. He was 6 feet tall, with brown eyes and curly blonde hair. He was pale, and had a stubbly beard growing back in.

He wore a paint-stained white button down and khaki pants likewise stained, and he started to smile at the woman, “that’s insane. I’d love to paint your memories of it if you let me.”

She raised her eyebrows for a second, and then seemed to stop to think, before responding, “maybe… Do you think you could make a portrait of me? I don’t think I’ve been photographed in years and never been painted.”

“It’d be my honor, come with me, I’ll be done in less than 30 minutes,” he turned and walked back up the stairs.

“A painting of just my face,” she told him as she followed.

He opened the door into a room with a very comfortable white couch, inviting her to sit down he grabbed an easel from the other corner of the room.

“What are your favorite colors?” He asked curiously, getting painting supplies out of a clear box.

“Red and pink,” she told him.

“What’s your name?” He walked over and started to test his brushes on the canvas.

She was quiet for a second, but her eyes looked up into his eyes, “Ember Conrad. What’s your name?”

“Arthur Marlowe,” he told her, before adding, “but you can call me whatever you want.”

“I’ll think of something,” Ember promised, still posing for the painting.

Arthur finished the painting in a few minutes, he was always so quick with his work, but once he was done, he didn’t immediately tell the girl.

Instead, he sighed, and drew on the canvas again, “Something about your blouse… keeps messing with this…”

“So?”

“Can I move it off your shoulders?” He asked.

“Not without taking of the whole shirt,” Ember responded, staring up at him.

“Let’s do that, then,” Arthur smiled at her and set his paint and brushes down, “I’ve seen my share of naked bodies, I’m a painter…”

He walked up to her and helped her take the shirt off, but she placed her arm to cover her nipples.

He glanced down at her and backed up for a second, before saying, “no that changes your hair in the painting.”

“You just want to see my tits, admit it,” Ember responded, annoyedly looking up at him.

Arthur let out a laugh and held his hands up, “alright, you caught me. I’ll stop, I’ll stop… don’t look at me like you’re going to tear me apart.”

Ember shook her head. She scanned his face, but the man returned to the easel to finish the painting.

She watched him as he walked away, wondering what was going through his head.

Ember’s eyes went to the studio’s door, seeing it was still open and she could still see down the stairs to the Art Gallery.

The girl put her top back on quickly.

She stood up, descended the stairs, and opened the gallery door. She disappeared into the streets, hearing Arthur calling out after her.

…

She returned the next two nights to visit him, and on the third night she sat on the white couch as he painted her.

She had her top off, her breasts exposed to him.

Arthur was mystified by her. He thought she was the most interesting woman in the universe but she didn’t give into him.

She took her time with everything, her big, green eyes would watch Arthur like she was examining him, that night being no different, “I’m afraid of you, Arthur.”

“Is that why you’re always so tense?” the man turned his honey eyes to her.

His face had light stubble that Ember’s eyes ran over, dark eyebrows, and blonde curls. He was pale, but that night the lights were lower in the studio with colored LED lights illuminating the space.

From Ember’s notes:

I couldn’t tell what color he was most of the time.

He was a chameleon, an artist, a God amongst men.

“Paint me, Apollo…” was the only thought that entered my mind.

“You’d call me tense?” Ember asked, tilting her head slightly as she stared at him, “you’re staring at my breasts after meeting me only three times. You want something else from me.”

“I want so much from you I could explode,” he admitted, and the lights were orange, his skin was dazzling, but he kept painting.

When he turned his eyes to her, Ember uncrossed her legs slowly, letting her knees touch, “I don’t think that’s fair to me.”

Arthur’s eyes moved to her knees, moving along her curves, pausing to breathe and he let out a chuckle, “I wish I could be fair to you. Could you forgive me if I couldn’t?”

“No,” Ember shook her head, and she stood up.

“Don’t go,” he stood up just as quickly, moving to her.

She put her hands up, he stopped in his tracks, “Don’t touch me.”

“Okay, I won’t touch you, I swear. I’ll be fair, I’m sorry, please sit…” his voice was panicked, and he walked back to the painting, “Just stay…”

But if I had you that would be the only thing I’d ever need.

As his back was to her, Ember stepped out of her skirt, and pulled her thong up by the waistband.

He turned around at the easel, and looked at her panties, “skimpy… I wouldn’t have expected that from the classy business lady.”

“Do you make a living assuming things about people?” Ember cocked her head,

Arthur laughed, but he continued with the painting as he responded, “I wouldn’t have to be presumptive if you’d just tell me more about yourself.”

“I did just tell you I was afraid of you. You didn’t even acknowledge it,” the young girl responded, turning her eyes away from the man as his eyes were on the canvas.

When he looked up, he cleared his throat, “no, look me in the eye… Maybe I’m scary, but how can I stop being scary if I don’t know anything about you?”

She turned her eyes back to the man, “why is there always something hot between us? Is it the way you look at me?”

“If I could have you now, I’d paint you in other ways,” but the man shook his head, his eyes dropped as they trailed the girl’s body, “you’re distracting me.”

“Either give me what I want, or stop distracting me and tell me more about yourself while I paint,” Arthur pressed his paint brush to the canvas, but his eyes trailed back to the girl.

“I don’t even know what you want to hear,” was the girl’s response, and her eyes left his.

Something came over Arthur, because he returned to Ember, and knelt down at her feet, “look in my eyes… I can’t get over your eyes. Where were you born?”

“On an island among clear tropical waters,” she answered coyly, her eyes focusing on his, “I told you I didn’t want you touching me.”

“No wonder you’re so beautiful, you’re not from Heliosea,” Arthur chuckled, but he reached his hands to take hers, “you said that earlier, I thought you had changed your mind.”

Her hands were in his, and she made note of how tough his hands were, glancing at the paint stained fingers, “I just said it a minute ago and I definitely didn’t tell you I changed my mind.”

“Pull away, then,” the man teased, his grip only tightening around her smaller hands, “I’ll let you go if you do.”

“I doubt that,” the girl let out a laugh, pulling her hand away which only brought Arthur closer to her, “see? You’re such a liar.”

“Am I wrong for wanting you?” the man asked, but his face disappeared into the girl’s neck, littering kisses along the exposed flesh.

“I think so,” Ember moaned softly, her head tilted as the feeling of his kisses filled her tummy with butterflies.

He created a trail of kisses from her neck down to her breasts, where he stopped to suckle on her nipples and hold her breasts, “I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I’ve wanted you since we met.”

Her eyes rolled back slightly as she sunk into another moan, “Arthur… you do this with all your models… with all the girls you find off the street… I won’t be another whore.”

His lips trailed down further, and his fingers moved to take off her panties.

As soon as he removed her panties she pulled her legs away from him, and he defended himself, “I don’t do this with all my models. Do you want me to tell you my body count or something?”

“No!” Ember shook her head, and she stood up off the couch, “get an STD test, maybe I’ll consider it then.”

Arthur nodded his head, but reached for her, “don’t go, Ember. I won’t touch you, just stay with me.”

The girl stopped Arthur before he could touch her again, and she slipped back into her skirt as the man watched her ass get covered, “you’re way too burnt up. I don’t want you getting ahead of yourself.”

He watched as she put on her top, hiding her breasts and slipping back into her jacket. Her eyes met his and he held his breath, “I’m not burnt up.”

“You’re burning up just saying that,” Ember walked towards him and kissed him on the lips once.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in further, adding his tongue and parting her mouth. She moaned, but she pushed him off when they both started getting too hot.

Ember was panting as she stared up at him, “Don’t… No more… I’m leaving, Arthur… Good night.”

“Come over tomorrow night, I’ll get a rapid test. I will tell you my history too if it would make you feel more comfortable. I want you, I’ll do anything,” the man swore, kissing her again.

She pulled away quickly, “keep my panties. That should be enough.”

With that, the girl disappeared again.

…

Ember did not return on the fourth night. Instead, she returned on June 5th and Arthur ran down to greet her.

The girl opened her mouth to speak, but Arthur kissed her first, holding her face as he spoke, “I thought you wouldn’t come back. I’ve been waiting for you since yesterday.”

“I don’t believe you,” Ember pulled away from the tall man, but she walked up the stairs into his studio as he followed hot on her trail.

He grabbed her arm when they entered the apartment, and he flipped her to face him, “believe me, believe me… I’ve wanted to be around you every day since I met you.”

“Stay here, don’t go anywhere else,” he begged, his hands going to her jacket and removing it. He set it aside on the couch, and looked at her, “I got my results. I can give them to you.”

Ember looked up at the man, “don’t expect me to just sleep with you after you show me the results.”

“Alright,” he walked to the kitchen and grabbed the results off the counter, returning to Ember, “here.”

She looked through all the results, everything negative. It was from the same doctor that Ember had gone to, so she pulled her results out from her purse, handing them to him.

Arthur tossed hers aside without a care, “please… Let me paint you again.”

The girl nodded her head and looked up at him, “why don’t you take the clothes off for me? I’m ready to be fully nude.”

His eyes lit up, the lights a red and orange interchanging as he approached. Arthur greedily detached all her clothing, until the girl was standing naked in front of him.

She didn’t move, but she turned her head up to Arthur and let out a shaky breath, “um… you should paint me, now.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, although his mouth was already hovering over Ember’s.

“No… you don’t know how to restrain yourself…” was all she moaned out, putting her hands up to defend from the big man.

He moved away and grabbed a canvas. He set everything up and sat down, tossing color after color onto the canvas. He was working so quickly, and his eyes studied every inch of Ember’s body with hungry desire.

This painting was his best of the ones he’d made of her. The colors were melting into each other, but everything was so romantic and lucid.

It was through the interchanging warm lights that Arthur was studying her young beautiful body. He was enamored with her after only having met her a few days earlier.

He couldn’t be without her, and as he continued to paint her that feeling only solidified itself.

She was a Goddess melting onto a cloud, her naked body giving life to inspiration and desire within his mind.

He let out a laugh, and sighed, “you’re my muse, Ember… I want to call you Calliope.”

“Who are you then, Apollo?” She asked curiously, her head turning as her eyes met his, “can you play instruments too?”

“If you wanted me to, yeah,” he nodded his head and he completed the painting. Calling her over, “come see.”

Ember got up from the couch and went to his side, standing in front of the painting. Her eyes ran along all the curves of her body put on display by his hungry eye.

She was standing there naked, as he came up behind her. His fingertips gently pressed all along her naked body from her hips up to her breasts.

He was hard against her, but he was still fully dressed.

Her pussy rubbed against his hard shaft, though, sliding along his pants and glancing over her shoulder at him, “careful, Apollo…”

“I won’t be,” and his hands went to his belt, tossing it to the side. He unzipped his pants and fished out his member, “I need you, Calliope…”

“I love the painting,” Ember teased. She turned around and helped Arthur out of his pants, face to face with his 9 hard and throbbing inches.

Her lips spread around his tip, her tongue pressing along the slit of his cock. She looked up at him as she did it, her eyes begging the man for more.

Arthur groaned slightly, letting his head fall back for just a minute, before he turned his attention back down to the girl, “I want to go all the way with you, Ember. I mean that in every way.”

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she moved her head along his shaft, taking him deeper into her throat before pulling away to speak, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean sexually and in all ways. I want you to be mine, I’ll take care of you, you’ll live here with me until I get a bigger place,” the man promised, gripping her arm and lifting her off the ground.

On her feet now, she followed Arthur into the bedroom.

The door was open and there were neon LED strip lights hidden within the room. The environment seemed identical to the living area, and the red-orange lights still interchanged. Music was playing, but neither registered what they were listening to.

What’s important is this evening I will not forget; purple, blue, orange, red, these colors of feeling.

The only sense that existed was sight, so Arthur and Ember were dizzy with one another.

She felt she saw a God, as he lifted her onto the bed, and laid her out. He got on his knees and ate her out, with her voice filling the burning air. She was dizzy, and obsessed with the sensation of his tongue as he used spit to paint all over Ember’s trembling pussy.

Within minutes, the pleasure from his tongue had Ember crying out, “stop, just give me your cock already.”

“I love hearing that,” was his response, as he stood and pushed her further onto the bed. He got on top, placing his throbbing cock against her pulsating, wet opening, “you want just the tip? Or every inch of it?”

“Are you asking me if I can handle you?” she turned her eyes up to him.

He slipped into her, quickly moving all nine inches into her. She gave no friction, her body happily giving into him. The man was drunk off her.

He littered her skin with kisses, leaving hickeys here and there, but focusing most of his kisses on open mouth make out sessions with Ember.

They shared a heat that seemed to weld them together. The edges of their bodies were red and burnt, but they were blending into each other as the sex continued to get hotter.

Ember’s hips rolled along with his deep thrusts, her pussy taking every inch happily as she moaned. She saw again in Arthur a God, and found herself in his garden, “Apollo… you’ve done what I was afraid of. You’ve trapped me.”

“Good,” he chuckled and leaned in, kissing her again with his tongue as his thrusts intensified, pushing harder against her cervix, “the only thing I want is for you to stay. Do nothing but be my muse.”

“Is this nothing?” She asked in between moans, her hips dancing as his thrusts filled her tight hole, “I definitely think you’ll have expectations from me.”

“Definitely not nothing, and who doesn’t have expectations?” He raised his brows and his hands ran along the sides of her curvy frame, “every man I know is grown enough to have expectations.”

“What,” she moaned before she could continue, “what are yours?” Her hands moved to her breasts as as Arthur’s pace quickened and went deeper into her.

“Don’t work. I don’t get out much. I want you here with me,” he explained, as his nine inches spread her with every deep thrust, “be mine, tell me every thing, live here with me, let me fuck you hard several times a day.”

“Several?” Her voice cried out, hands squeezing her breasts as she felt the deepness of his cock, “I don’t know if I could keep up.”

“You definitely can,” Arthur promised, kissing her deeply as he maintained his intense pace, “I think you’re made for this, Calliope. You’re made for me. Be mine, I’ll love you more than anyone ever could.”

“Bold,” she responded.

His thrusts became more aggressive, as his mouth pushed against her lips even more aggressively. She was giving into it, though, her moans revealing her pleasure in the situation.

“Be mine,” he repeated, his big hands wrapped around her little throat, putting pressure on her, “I need you, Ember. We’re twin flames, I know it. Let me take care of you, and let me paint you.”

With his loosened grip, she moaned out, “yes, I’ll be yours.”

He groaned as he kissed her, holding her head and pushing her deeper into the bed as Arthur added more of his weight onto Ember’s squirming body. Within just a few seconds, the man was filling her with his seed.

She panted as she felt it spilling out of her, and as Arthur began to adjust himself, she spoke, “I’d really prefer if you pull out or cum in my mouth going forward. I’m not on birth control.”

“Completely fair,” Arthur commented, but he was starting to slip back into her, “I would take care of you if you were pregnant. That’d be hot.”

“You’re rushing things… I’ll move in with you and I won’t work, but I can’t get pregnant just yet. We need to see how we are with each other,” Ember argued, and started to pull away from the man.

He respected her space and agreed to her boundary.

After that the two made plans for Ember to move in the next day, and soon fell into sleep with each other.

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SONG REFERENCES

The Blackest Day by Lana Del Rey

If I Had You by Adam Lambert

An Evening I Will Not Forget by Dermot Kennedy

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Rosalia is a runaway, trying to find her place in a turbulent world. This story follows her as she loves and loses, and will be divided into individual stories for each man she's with. A dark romance, with plenty of smut and diverse characters.

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CW: smut, jealousy, explicit language. MDNI. 1.5K Words.

Ember was standing in the art gallery, exchanging hot kisses with Arthur as he pressed her against the wall.

He pulled away just enough to talk, “we’ve been dating for a week today. I can’t wait for a month, a year, I bet I’ll shout from the roof about it.”

Her eyes widened and she met his honey eyes, “happy one week, Apollo…”

Arthur kissed her again and was about to respond when the door to the gallery opened.

The man quickly pulled away from Ember and made his way to greet the customer.

Ember stood at the wall for another minute, attempting to catch her breath before following far behind Arthur.

Even if some of the paintings were of her, she tried to make it seem as if she was shopping for art too.

She quickly noticed that the customer was a woman, maybe mid-twenties, and she was uncomfortably nice with Arthur. Ember felt a twinge of jealousy watching the woman flirt with her man, but she felt guilty…

Did she really have any room to be mad at Arthur for flirting with the customer if Ember had still not said she loved him? He had said it so many times, but Ember kept waiting.

The woman’s flirting was tame at first, but eventually she reached out and touched Arthur’s arm as she was laughing, “you’re the most interesting man I’ve ever met, Mr. Marlowe.”

Ember saw the interaction but she wasn’t staring directly at them, trying not to make it obvious that she was ready to explode.

The man laughed, removing the woman’s hand as he did, “don’t touch me, I’m a taken man. Are you looking for any art in particular?”

“Do you do custom paints for customers?” the woman asked curiously, seeming to drop the flirty attitude.

“Depends on the subject. What ideas did you have?” Arthur asked, smiling at the woman respectfully.

“A painting of me,” she replied.

“Portraits would run about…” he began, but the woman interrupted.

“I was thinking a fully nude piece. Maybe even with your inserting yourself in the final product,” her voice returned to the flirty rhythm, and she again reached to touch him.

Arthur stepped back, “I don’t do nude art for anyone other than my beautiful lover. I’d be happy to make a portrait of your face, but please behave a little more professionally.”

“I really want to fuck you, though,” the woman replied.

Arthur rubbed his head in irritation, “Jesus fucking Christ. Get out of my gallery or I’ll call the police.”

The woman left the gallery, muttering under her breath about ungrateful men.

Ember was amazed by how he handled it, almost believing that he had set up the entire situation. She turned her attention to him and his face displayed his irritation.

“Really a waste of my time to walk in here acting stupid,” Arthur commented, shaking his head and turning his attention to Ember, “you make my life better every time I see you.”

Ember’s eyes widened as she stared up at Arthur, “did you really mean everything you said to her or did you just talk like that because I’m here?”

“We’ve gone over this. I’m a man of my word. I meant everything I said, I should have called her ugly too,” the man added, voice hoarse with annoyance.

“That’s mean,” she replied quickly, and turned her attention away from him, deciding to walk away.

Before she could get far, he grabbed her arm and turned her around, pulling her to his chest. He lifted her face and kissed her, “I can show you mean if that’s really what you want.”

“You want to prove that you’re a bad man, then?” Ember’s voice sounded curious and taunting.

“Absolutely,” Arthur said, and pulled Ember’s top off her body, setting it aside and pulling her skirt down her legs, “When you left your panties, I kept them. I love smelling the scent of your pussy juices.”

The younger woman moaned slightly. She watched at him as he removed her panties and smelled them, “that’s not right, you can’t just undress me and try to fuck me wherever, whenever you want.”

“That was one of my requests from my girl,” Arthur reminded her. He let his fingers run up her legs, as he kneeled down, “do you not think you can keep up?”

“Fuck you, of course I can keep up,” Ember responded with anger, looking down at him as she continued, “why do you treat me so bad when I love you?”

“You love me?” His honey eyes opened wide and a smile spread on his face. He stood up, his fingers moving in between her legs to finger her as he kissed her lips, “I love you. I don’t treat you bad… I just want every bit of you.”

When you move, Honey, I’m put in awe of something so flawed and free.

Her green eyes rolled back as she felt the pleasure of his strong fingers inside of her, “mmm, Apollo… that feels really good.”

He went a little faster with his fingers, while his free hand focused on taking off his pants and getting his thick cock out for Ember, “you’re so wet and hot… You drive me insane.”

His muse moaned as Arthur grabbed a chair and sat down, rubbing his hardened cock. Ember slid down onto his cock, wrapping her legs around him and rolling her hips as she lowered herself, “fuuuck…”

He thrusted up to meet her every grind, groaning slightly as he grabbed her ass, then quickly moving his hands up to her breasts and squeezing those as well, “perfect. You’re the best, Calliope. My Ember…”

She bounced faster as his thrusts became harder, and her sounds echoed even louder. Ember’s panting turned on Arthur even more so he smacked her ass several times as she sped up.

Ember had been correctly taking her birth control so when Arthur started to reach his peak, he felt no need to pull out or slow down. His intensity was unreal and the girl was drunk off the feelings he gave her.

The orgasm was mutual and loud, with Ember’s vagina squeezing around his shaft and extracting every drop out of him. They shared wet kisses and their hands greedily felt the skin of the other, as they both repeated, “I love you”.

…

Two days after her love confession to Arthur, Ember was returning to the gallery from a grocery run. She had needed a few ingredients for their dinner, and had two bags she was easily able to carry with one hand.

As she entered the Artist Alley, she was caught off guard with a familiar scent.

The smell was that of an expensive cologne, accompanied by hints of cigarette smoke, whiskey and the essence of the road.

Lazarus James…

She didn’t make it very far into the aroma, quickly spotting Lazarus as he scanned the crowd for her.

Ember thought she lowered her head in time, but their eyes met and as she picked up the pace as she heard his voice behind her.

She didn’t make it far when he grabbed her hand and stopped her in her tracks. Ember looked at him, then down to their hands, “Lazarus, please let go.”

“I’ve been looking for you since you left me. There’s no one for me like you, Angel… I’m ready to change and be whoever you want me to be,” the older man told her.

His eyes were just as dark as she remembered, his hair a little longer and more unkempt but still black.

Lazarus wore his signature leather jacket and Ember caught herself worrying if he was too hot, before quickly burying the silly thought.

Her green eyes looked into his black ones, and she tugged slightly at her hand, “I’ve had to move on, Lazarus. That was a long time ago and we’re different people. You need to move on.”

“I don’t want to move on,” his voice shook as he responded, “the Cowboy is dead, I’m here… Be mine again.”

“I met someone else… I can’t just drop him because you show back up in my life,” she lowered her eyes, but her hand was still in his. She gazed over his veins, and along his strong arms.

“If you need me, will you call me?” Lazarus reached in his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a folded note, “here… please.”

“I don’t want to take this and give you false hope,” Ember responded, again tugging at her hand to get it away from him.

Honey, don’t feed me, I will come back.

He pulled her hand open and placed his note inside her palm, holding her hand closed after, “it’s not hope. I have to know you can reach me if you need me, it’s the only thing that will keep me calm.”

Ember looked into his dark eyes, but there was a storm coming that she could see behind him. She swallowed and shook her head, “don’t wait up for a call. Bye, Mr. James.”

She pulled her hand away quickly, and turned back down the alley, quickly making it back to the gallery with her groceries.

3CR and 4CR are both really short, very sorry about that but I wasn't holding back. I wanted things to feel quick, so hopefully I'm doing it semi-right.

Love u all qt pi's !

SONG REFERENCES

Movement by Hozier

It Will Come Back by Hozier

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Synopsis

Dolores, a complex and passionate protagonist, navigates the tumultuous waters of romantic entanglements that define her life. A memoir focused on the intricacies of desire, the fine line between light and darkness, and the relentless pursuit of love.

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SEA MASTER LIST OR #LYONSEA

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CW: MC heat exposure/saved by paramedic, public smut. MDNI. 4K Words.

These blue beaches remind me of my home, freedom, and him… That Blue Man.

If someone were to ask Calliope how she came to be, she’d tell you she didn’t remember, just like every other time. Calliope’s earliest memories were of that beach in Mableshore.

The waves there were always a little intense, and few surfers would stay when the water would get worse.

Calliope wore a little bikini she didn’t remember purchasing, it was scarlet red. She sat under the shade of an umbrella, holding her volleyball and waiting for the weather to clear.

Her skin had darkened a bit in the coastal sun, but it was still Calliope. Her hair no longer blonde, but now a ginger red… how much time had passed since killing Arthur, she was unsure of.

In the distance, she saw a surfer still riding the waves. The water was slightly high at the time, with the surfer still seemingly gliding through it effortlessly.

He relaxed a bit as he turned his board towards the shore, trying to ride it standing up along the rough waves for as long as possible. He held it for several feet, ultimately settling down onto the board and finishing his swim to shore.

Calliope turned her eyes away from the man and took some fruit out of a container, having some for herself. She had a cube of watermelon, followed by a grape and a strawberry.

Her green eyes scanned the beach after a few minutes, seeing if the waves and winds had calmed down enough to play volleyball.

It looked peaceful enough, so she stood. Calliope patted as much sand off her body as possible, and made her way along the beach to the net.

Since she was by herself, she was planning on just practicing her serves. She wanted to enjoy her new life and just tried to distract herself. Remembering what she did to Arthur was hard.

Still, the memories of all the men lived on. Calliope suffered from endless nightmares, and whimsical dreams, consistently. She couldn’t let go of her love for them.

While she had chosen to walk away from Lazarus out of fear, she had never stopped loving him. Now, she was the furthest she’d ever been from his environment and she wondered if he could feel that distance.

The last time she saw Lazarus was inside Cain’s penthouse. He was promising to find her again, saying he loved her. How was he feeling now? And why could she never stop thinking of him?

And Jasper… All she hoped was that if Jasper was right, if there was a God — she hoped that he had asked for forgiveness in his final moments and that he wasn’t really stuck in Purgatory like she had seen when Arthur tried to drown her.

Calliope wished for him to have entered Heaven, where he could just relax for once and live like he wanted. Hell was what the man spoke of fearing in life, so she hoped he wouldn’t have to face disappointment in death.

Even if sometimes he did deserve it.

“Hey!” A man’s voice shouted, forcing Calliope out of her recollections and lackluster volleyball practice, “I’m an EMT. Are you alright?”

She blinked, not sure of what he meant. Then, she felt her face and it was hot to the touch. Her skin was burning, “sorry… I didn’t notice…”

As she said this, she turned to see the man. He was much taller than her, with tanned skin, crystal blue eyes, and black hair. The dark beach, the palm trees, and the cloudy blue sky were his home.

But, everything started to spin for Calliope, and she saw the world begin to darken, her head felt heavy. All she heard as she passed out was the man’s voice, calling out as he caught her, “Ma’am!”

The man moved her into the shade, where he quickly worked on getting her to wake back up. He fanned her and continued to check her pulse through her neck, speaking to her, “I’ve got you, okay? Wake up, I’m here for you…”

Her face was starting to go back to her normal color, the red beginning to fade. Slowly, Calliope shifted and moaned as her eyes opened.

She saw the man’s blue eyes first, and she thought they were the sky.

Her heart raced as she came back, as his face became clearer in her view. His dark hair was swept to the side, his clear blue eyes looked at her only with concern, “hi there, how do you feel?”

Her green eyes swelled with tears, “I’m sorry, that’s so embarrassing, I didn’t realize how hot I was getting.”

He looked taken aback and quickly shook his head, “no, don’t apologize. There were clouds on you most of the time, but towards the end they had moved. You turned and faced me after a serve, your face was blood red so I knew I had to check on you.”

“Thank you for checking on me,” she told him, honestly, as the tears fell without her permission. She went to wipe them off, but her arms were shaky and weak.

The man’s fingers were on her cheeks, and he rubbed the tears away slightly, looking into her eyes, “don’t cry… I’m Beau Emerson, what’s your name?”

He pulled his hands away as she responded, “Calliope Marlowe, nice to meet you, Beau…”

Beau thought she looked familiar, but it was her voice and eyes that gave it away for him. She had been Ember Conrad and now she was Calliope Marlowe, what a chameleon.

The man encouraged Calliope to have some more of her fruits, picking the container up for her and holding it out, “I can hold it while you eat, your hands are still a little shaky.”

Calliope nodded her head, picking some strawberry pieces, eating those, then moving onto some watermelon. She finished snacking on a few pieces of grapes, “have whatever you want, too, Beau.”

Beau grabbed some grapes too, ate them, then reached for some strawberry at the same time as Calliope, “sorry, you have it, you need it more than me.”

Calliope thanked him, and ate the strawberry.

Beau had some more pieces of watermelon, and started to ask her questions. He didn’t bombard her, but they went back and forth for several hours as the day got darker.

Calliope realized pretty early on that this was the same paramedic from Carcos, but she couldn’t lie to herself. She was attracted to him, and the more they talked, the more her mind felt alive again.

“So, you were born on the island of Olahia,” his clear blue eyes expressed his surprise, and he smiled at her, “I’ve heard its gorgeous but never gotten to meet someone from there.”

“I haven’t been back in a long time, though,” Calliope commented, lowering her eyes and rubbing her legs in an effort to soothe herself, “Where are you from, Beau?”

“Sunwoods… have you ever heard of it?” the man looked out at the beach, making note in his mind of the time and the approaching darkness.

“Yeah, actually,” the girl nodded her head and looked up at Beau, trying to figure out if she had seen him when she was there but not remembering, “why did you leave Sunwoods?”

“I would call it family conflict… If you ask my parents, I’m sure they’ll have another story,” the man laughed slightly then met Calliope’s green eyes, and stopped to smile at her.

The young woman felt her skin burning and her heart racing, so she turned her eyes away from him and looked at the cove-like beach of little Mableshore, “this is a good place to run away to.”

The ocean was a dark blue, but Beau’s eyes were baby blue even as the darkness of night began to settle around them.

The man looked around, then back at her, “I’m sorry, it’s so dark. I can walk you back to your place.”

Calliope nodded her head, preparing herself to stand just as Beau got back on his feet. He looked down at her and reached his hand out to her.

For a moment, she froze staring at his hand, but when she looked in his face she saw a soft smile and the kindest eyes, “I got you, I’m here.”

Her skin felt like it was burning up again. She reached her hand up to his, her hand dwarfed in his, and he pulled her to her feet easily.

He took his time to get her up, though, like he didn’t want to startle her head.

When she finally stood up beside him, she was a foot shorter than him. Calliope’s eyes went up to Beau’s and he looked down at her as a smile stayed on his face.

His smile was so warm, but he pulled his hand away from her when he got her to her feet, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in anyway, Calliope. I’ll walk with you and leave when you get to your place.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” the girl smiled at him but dropped her eyes to remember the trail back to her apartment.

Before long, the two were walking along the path back into the main part of Mableshore. Half the buildings were houses along one side of the beach, and the other were streets of wall-to-wall apartment homes.

Beau would ask her questions about herself, telling her more about himself as well, and walked beside her like an ominous message to strange men.

He made her feel comfortable and seen, in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her attraction for him was building, with Calliope feeling as if she had to have him.

Yet, she wondered if he was attracted to her or if he was only being nice.

She looked at him for a moment as they walked, and he made eye contact with her, smiling and asking her, “so if you could go anywhere in the world do you think it would be back home to Olahia?”

Calliope was so surprised, but she saw the beaches of her island in his eyes and she blushed as she felt herself begin to flirt, “your eyes make me feel like I’m there.”

“Damn, yeah… I’d go back in time and used that on you earlier,” Beau felt like this was all so much better than he could have asked for, he looked into her green eyes and smiled differently than before.

Before, his smile was sweet. It wasn’t malicious or evil now, but it was almost hungry and needy.

He dropped his eyes, catching himself as he got out of hand, “I can’t think of anyway to be as smooth as you, just know I’m into you but I know this is your world.”

“My world?” Calliope raised her eyebrows and looked up at Beau as she crossed her arms, “care to elaborate?”

“I’m just saying I won’t be disrespecting you,” Beau explained, but his eyes ran along her face and focused on her eyes, “I like just being around you.”

The girl blushed and decided she had enough of playing with him. She reached up, clutching his loose shirt in her hands, pulling him close and standing on her toes.

She pressed her lips to his.

Beau closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, spreading her lips with his own. His hand ran along her body for a moment, but he caught himself, “if you want me to stop, tell me.”

Calliope nodded her head, kissing him again. She closed her eyes and melted into his lips, opening her mouth for his invading tongue.

Her hands were pulling along the buttons of his short sleeve shirt, but Beau opened his eyes as he remembered they were still on the sidewalk.

He pulled her into a water drainage area along the streets and continued to kiss her as they were out of sight. Beau took her bikini top off, his eyes running along her breasts, “you’re gorgeous, Calliope.”

“Are you actually attracted to me?” the girl asked breathlessly, her green eyes wandering along his face for any hint of deception.

Beau laughed, kissing her hotly as his hands groped her breasts, then greedily ran down her body, “more than attracted. You’re the kind of woman that stops the world.”

She smiled but raised her eyebrows, “I thought it was my world.”

The man nodded his head, watching as the girl finished pulling off all the buttons in his shirt to reveal his muscular frame. He was tanned and strong, tall and handsome…

Beau was everything she wanted.

“I want you to feel me,” he took her by the wrist, but she happily let him, and he pressed her hand over his swim trunks where she felt his rock hard rod, “this is what you do to me.”

“How big are you?” Calliope asked as her eyes widened, her hand moving along the imprint of the shaft to try and figure it out herself.

“10 inches,” Beau stared into her eyes, then cleared his throat, “you’re real small. Would I be torturing you by putting that much inside of you?”

She nodded her head, her ginger hair flowing around her in beach waves, but her hand was obviously still very busy feeling him, “absolutely you would be.”

The man nodded his head, but scanned her face and eyes. The hunger he had shown in his smile earlier was all over her eyes, and the two did desire one another equally.

Beau couldn’t help but crack another smile, pressed his lips to hers and let his shorts down.

One hand was groping her ass, the other hand was wet and on his shaft now, “you’d like it though. That’s the problem, isn’t it? We both want it so bad.”

Calliope tore her face from his and dropped to her knees in front of his 10 inch cock. Her green eyes were a whirlwind of wild desire, and she happily wrapped her lips around his tip.

She ran her tongue in circles around his tip, then slurped up his entire shaft, allowing him to thrust his 10 inches as far down her throat as possible.

At first, Beau couldn’t fit it all in her mouth with Calliope gagging a little, but after a few seconds the man figured out an angle and got all of it down the girl’s gagging throat.

He closed his eyes from the pleasure, but pulled out to make sure she got to breathe from the gagging.

The girl immediately pulled him back towards her, begging for more, so he did it again and again and again. When he pulled out, it was because he was fed up…

He wanted her so bad.

Beau tossed Calliope onto the wall, smacking her ass and pulling her cover up shorts off. He saw her little red thong and admired her ass in it, before getting it off too.

He knelt down to taste her pussy, facing in such a way so that his nose was at her clit and his tongue was buried in her wet pussy.

The man was convinced that he fell in love with her in that moment, that the taste of her alone was enough to make any man go insane and fall helplessly in love with her.

His tongue swirled inside of her, looking for her g spot while he rubbed his nose against her clit to stimulate her, but he breathed out some words against her pussy, “you taste just like honey.”

The pleasure Calliope felt was unreal, with the girl rolling her eyes helplessly as she felt every nudge of Beau’s nose or the feeling of his devious tongue, “fuck, Beau… ahhh…”

Beau continued until the girl was near crying from the deep orgasmic feelings he gave her and then he pulled away quickly, standing up to insert himself into her, “get ready and tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

The girl felt herself swoon, leaning her head back to listen to him, then she felt his tip start to enter her.

Calliope leaned into the excitement, the wildness, the randomness of everything that had happened. She closed her eyes, her pussy opening up for him to continue entering.

He spread her apart, but all ten inches found room inside of her with the girl moaning once he filled her up, “Beau… oh… fuuck…”

The man started getting into a rhythm. His thrusts were going deep, all the way inside of her, at a steady pace.

For him, it felt amazing inside of Calliope. Her walls gripped around him, her pussy wet as she accepted all of his inches and she was tight in such a good way.

She tossed her hair out of her face, and Beau’s eyes wandered along the ginger strands, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a natural red head.”

Calliope tried to respond, but as she opened her mouth to answer, Beau’s thrusts began to speed up. The girl’s only response was turned into loud moaning.

He pushed deeper inside of her, pressing against her cervix in several pounding strokes. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss her lips while he continued his aggressive thrusting.

That summer night was hot and dry, with the ocean smell everywhere. The heat against Calliope’s skin was from a day of hot temperatures, but also from a burning fire that her and Beau had started to cultivate.

She realized just seconds before he was about to cum, that she was off of birth control. Her lips quivered as she pulled away from Beau, she looked into his blue eyes.

“Your eyes drive me crazy… please don’t cum inside my pussy,” her hips were rocking along his cock, meeting every thrust happily as she looked into his eyes, and she cooed sweetly, “please cum in my mouth, Beau…”

“Yes, Honey,” Beau’s desire caught up to him, so he kissed her with an open mouth before pulling away suddenly.

Calliope turned quickly, squatting down to take his cock down her throat. Her eyes closed as she began to pleasure his shaft as if it was still in her pussy.

Beau groaned quietly, holding onto her by the hair, and pushing his hips deeper into her throat as he came.

His cock pulsated with cum for several seconds, and Calliope was collecting the cum in her mouth to swallow it all at once, her eyes were showing her intense pleasure.

The entire sexual interaction with Beau had Calliope in a state of orgasmic bliss. There, as he finished cumming in her throat, she came even more.

When Beau was done cumming, he pulled out of her mouth slowly and watched her for a second.

Calliope was holding onto his arms as he helped her stand from the ground but she opened her mouth to show him all his cum. She swallowed it all just as the man pulled her up into another deep kiss.

Beau kept kissing her, but grabbed her clothes and helped her get dressed again, “I’m sorry I let myself get carried away.”

“That’s one way of putting what I started,” the girl teased him, trying to remind him that she was into him.

But, she noticed hesitance in the man’s expression.

Beau knew who he was and he was starting to learn who she was. He didn’t want to stop learning about her, he wanted to be around her, but, “I’m going to be working until next Saturday.”

“Saving lives for an entire week. You should be proud of yourself,” Calliope smiled at him and continued leading him to her apartment.

When she looked at him, she noticed pain in his baby blue eyes. The girl took his arm in hers and looked up at him sweetly, “you look all sad, Blue Boy.”

There’s a crushing silence where loves a disease. Like a fever it grips me, like a lover it holds.

Beau finally cracked a smile, his eyes lighting up slightly, but that was only because he was so enthralled by her. She was perfect for him and he wanted to be half as good for her, “I am slightly. You deserve more of my time, and you know I need more of yours.”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” she told him honestly, but held his hand in hers, “I’d be so happy to give you more of my time.”

“Next Sunday, before sunrise, I’m picking you up and we’re going to the beach,” Beau made the plans with conviction, looking into her green eyes with his crystal pools.

Calliope smiled sheepishly but tore her eyes away as they started approaching the door of her place, “I’m home. Thank you, Beau. Sunday for sure.”

“Do you have a cellphone?” the man curiously asked. His voice was tender and sweet. Despite that, he was tall, strong, and almost scary?

Not to Calliope. He was so calm, he was so gentle. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of.

She shook her head, “no, I don’t… I’ve honestly been blacking out every so often. I barely remember the last few weeks.”

Beau frowned sympathetically as he patted his pockets for his wallet. Once he had it, he opened it up and pulled out six hundred dollars, “here. This should hopefully be enough for you to get a phone. Could you bring me a pen and paper?”

Calliope nodded her head. She opened the door with her key and disappeared inside the house for a few minutes, coming back out with it, “I can’t take your money…”

The man shook his head, folded the bills and put them into her hand as he took the notepad and pen, “here’s my number. Go get yourself a phone and a data plan tomorrow, and text me.”

The girl opened her mouth in protest, “you gave me too much money… I’m going to just give it back to you when I see you again.”

“I’d prefer you give yourself to me the next time I see you. Keep the money, we’ll talk soon,” Beau smiled down at the girl and then leaned forward, kissing her on the lips.

Calliope leaned forward into the kiss, opening her lips, then pulling away as she looked up at him, “I’ll see you, then.”

The tall man started walking backwards along the street, his eyes were still on her, “I gotta watch you go inside and lock the door.”

I will never get used to you.

Her heart fluttered, she felt lost in his eyes. Calliope couldn’t believe he was real and she wanted to watch him disappear, but he was a gentleman.

She smiled at him, swooned internally as she walked into the apartment, and locked the door behind her.

For a second, she just paused and listened in the silence of her home. She could hear Beau’s footsteps disappearing along the street.

The heavy sounds of the giant, kind man that had fucked her roughly yet treated her so sweetly.

She set his money and the notepad with his number down on the coffee table, about to walk away when she felt butterflies in her stomach.

Returning quickly to the table, she immediately noticed there was a note. She knelt down and read it in her head, her heart racing while her face started to burn.

Beau wrote: I can’t wait to see you again

Calliope memorized the note and his number that night.

HE'S HEREE!!! ahhh I'm so happy, I've been so excited to tell Beau's story but I kept putting his story later and later in the series because I knew his story would be worth the wait.

Let me know whatever you think of him <3

SONG REFERENCES

Haze by Amber Run

Never Stop (Wedding Version) by SafetySuit

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SEA MASTER LIST OR #LYONSEA

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CW: smut, jealousy, explicit language, natural disaster/fire in a dream. MDNI. 2K Words.

Around noon, four days after her encounter with Lazarus, Ember was smoking pot with Arthur in his apartment. He had closed the shop early for a Tuesday, just wanting to relax with his lover.

They were more than relaxed, though. Ember kissed him on the sofa, her fingertips grazing his chest. Arthur met the kisses with an intensity that helped Ember melt but likewise worried her.

He always seemed to be on the cusp of some type of breakdown.

Ember caught glimpses, in the spurts of energized kisses that he would respond to hers with or in the form of violently breaking a canvas if he hated the art he made.

In typical fashion for Ember, she buried her anxiety by closing her eyes and kissing him in return.

He pulled her clothes off quickly and as something got thrown off, Ember heard it rip.

Arthur tossed the garments aside carelessly and kissed her again, their tongues dancing together. He closed his eyes momentarily, and Ember again… melted into his touch.

She helped him out of his pants as both their bodies burned up.

Ember breathed sharply, looking up at Arthur as he pulled his cock out of his boxers, “I don’t know why I feel this way with you…”

He chuckled and spit on his cock, rubbing the saliva along his tip and shaft.

Arthur’s eyes turned up to Ember’s as he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, “we’re in love. You love me, I love you, did you forget?”

She moaned softly, but her eyes didn’t leave his honey orbs, “I couldn’t forget…”

He pushed his tip into her pussy, but quickly focused on filling her up. Two inches, four inches, six inches, nine inches… in, out…

Every thrust had Ember crying out, kissing him with her open mouth, “mmm…”

“This is what you need, Calliope… Do you understand that? You need every bit of me. You need to feel me,” nine inches repeatedly puncturing her womb harshly as Arthur’s lips kissed hers when she’d get too loud.

She knew she was stoned, but the sensation of his rhythmic thrusting was dizzying and mind altering in its own right. Her moans escaped easily, her arms draped lightly around his neck, “I understand, Apollo. I need you.”

They didn’t stop having sex until a little after two. Arthur had filled Ember with so much cum and Ember had orgasmed numerous times so the man pulled out to clean up.

Before long, he was sitting in front of a canvas, speaking to his lover as he began to put paint on his brush, “tell me about your previous lovers.”

Somewhere she’s dreamin’ of Caribbean Nica Libres at dusk.

“Why?” Ember had never been asked to describe her former lovers to a lover. What limited information she gave never revealed too much about their appearances, “I don’t want a painting of them.”

“No? That wasn’t why, though. I just want to know. I want to be involved in every part of your life, the past, present and future…” Arthur let out a short laugh as he continued his work.

His eyes returning to the beautiful girl on the sofa. He always seemed like a man of many words, but he would fall silent sometimes when painting.

The way he’d look at Ember felt as if she was being stripped down to her soul. She felt special to him, so she spilled her heart’s secrets to him.

As that day continued, Ember whispered their names, their hair colors, their eye colors, their skin tones, their eye shapes, their lips, their noses, their hands, their heights, the way they looked at her.

He didn’t judge her, he didn’t even get mad at her. He would ask her to continue, he would wait for her when she was overwhelmed. The whole time, Arthur continued to glance at her with eyes full of intense desire.

Ember eventually felt as if she had given him everything she had, and noticed the time, “I’ve talked for so long…”

“I’m glad you did,” Arthur told her, dragging his brush along the painting, “I love listening to you talk, Ember. I want to know everything about your life.”

She blushed as she watched Arthur. The lights in the room left her feeling dizzy and in love with him. He always made her feel seen and she was impressed by how quickly their love seemed to blossom.

When Arthur looked up again, his eyes trailed all along her body and then to her face, a smile crept on his face as his eyes met hers, “Come see… I’m done.”

Ember got up from the couch, her body exposed to him, and she went to his side. Her eyes widened when she saw the painting, “Arthur… I said I didn’t want a painting of them…”

“Is it poorly done?” Arthur asked, looking over the painting himself with a more critical eye, “do they not look like them?”

The painting had Ember center stage to Lazarus, Rocco, Jasper, and Arthur, who all surrounded her or touched her. Each model bore an uncannily realistic image to the men they were supposed to be, so Ember shook her head.

“It’s not poorly done, and it definitely looks like them,” she tried explaining, her voice gentle and encouraging, “you did a really good job, Apollo.”

The man stood up from his stool and kissed Ember, holding her face as he pressed his lips harshly to hers, “I just want you to be proud of me. Look at us, though, I tried to make it obvious that we’re endgame since I’m the only one lying with you.”

He pointed mindlessly at the art, focusing on the two of them in a pass, “that’s why I did it though… I wanted to tell the world you’re mine.”

Ember’s heart skipped a beat when she looked into his honey eyes, but she wasn’t sure what to say to him so she walked back to his bed.

Arthur watched her disappear, and followed her after he had put away his art supplies. He left the canvas in the center of the apartment’s living room, and closed the door to the bedroom when he joined Ember.

She was naked and on her knees on the bed, staring up into his eyes, “Apollo…”

He chuckled as he exhaled, pressing his hands to her cheeks, “Calliope…”

Ember’s fingertips touched his skin, her green eyes stayed focused on his loving eyes, “you did so good today… You should relax.”

“Should I?” Arthur asked with raised eyebrows, his thumbs rubbing along her cheeks with care, “does relaxing involve falling into you?”

“If that’s what it takes,” her voice was a whisper, touching his white shirt, stained with so much paint.

She pulled the shirt off him, but along the way he got a spot of paint on his face. Ember let out a yelp and set the shirt aside, reaching for Arthur’s face, “I’ve got to get that off your cheek.”

“What color is it?” Apollo asked, side-eying that part of his cheek.

“Red,” Ember’s eyes were worried, and she rushed to get him tissue paper.

“Stop! Come here, don’t leave me, Calliope… Don’t do that to me,” he walked quickly to the girl, taking her by the wrist and pulling her close to his chest.

“I need to get toilet paper or something. We need to clean your face,” she looked up at him with confused eyes, noticing immediately that his grip was hurting her, “hey… ow…”

Arthur’s eyes softened and he loosened his grip on her wrists, his hands moving greedily to Ember’s ass, “promise I don’t care about a stained face… I need you… Don’t make me get desperate.”

Her eyes brightened up in the desire. She knew there was a level of abuse, but he loved her so much. Ember couldn’t hide that she adored being obsessed over.

And Arthur would obsess over her religiously. To Apollo, his Calliope was an addiction.

Not being stopped, Arthur let his hands run over her naked body and his lips quickly fell on hers. He lifted her off the ground and placed her back in bed, staring at her with his blonde hair a mess as he approached.

She looked at the red paint spot on his cheek, it was small but it was a new freckle she couldn’t help but focus on. In the bigger picture of who Arthur Marlowe was, that red spot symbolizes a lot.

For now, though, Ember fell into another three or four rounds of sex. Mindless, the two addicted to one another.

This was one of those late nights between Gods so by the time they slept, they had not thought to check the clock, just passed out.

They fell asleep early on the morning of June 19th, that morning becoming an important event in Carcos history.

It is at this point that the reader must be presented with a dream from Ember��s perspective:

I woke up in a cold sweat.

The room was dark, the windows smashed open violently.

The curtains blew aggressively in the Category 5 winds, with the rain shooting in and ruining everything in Arthur’s room.

I was terrified, and I went to shake Arthur awake but his face was red.

His whole face was red. He’s dead, laying in here…

I’m dizzy, nauseated, but the storm just gets worse.

I try to run through it all.

The storm stopped. All was well.

I entered the living room and saw the painting staring at me. Every man on it, their eyes were alive and I was being stared at.

I felt so angry.

How dare you?

I have suffered, you’ve hurt me, you’ve all hurt me! Don’t stare at me like that.

I made my way to the painting and I touched it. My fingers, my skin, my mouth all created fire. I burned the painting to a crisp.

The fire spread from the painting, and began to engulf me. The storms anger returned.

The house became battered and flooded but not before I burned to ash on the floor with the painting.

I’m a wanderess, I’m a one-night stand. Don’t belong to no city…

I forced myself to life. I felt the water touch my burnt edges, I restored myself like a Phoenix would rebirth herself and I swam towards the surface of the ocean.

Out of the ashes of the painting, Lazarus swam after me and for a moment we floated weightlessly.

I wondered to myself if I’d ever find a Phoenix again, and if I could really be with anyone other than him…

He reached out to touch me, but I wished that the ocean would put tremendous space between us to not make me yearn for him anymore.

So it did. I cried but waved to him, then returned to the surface. When I breathed, I was staring at a coastal beach.

I pulled myself together, trying to swim to safety but… something went terribly wrong.

Again, I was in a hurricane but this time it sounded like help was coming. The sound was overwhelming, but I could hear fire trucks loudly screaming in the distance.

Ambulances, police cars… The sounds are really loud and they only get louder. Fire alarms, too. They blare obnoxiously… Who is screaming?

Where are the screams coming from?

The water feels as if it wants to come over my head, the storm is intense but I keep holding my breath. Then…

Everything gets even louder, with the sound of police now including them talking over a speakerphone.

It was around then I awoke.

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January 10, 2031

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Raphael and Julius had taken turns driving, but I was busy listening to music most of the drive and just trying to enjoy a little vacation. I wanted to see them have fun, but I didn’t want to sacrifice my own fun.

We got to the Grand Canyon in the dark. They parked at one of the points and as soon as the doors unlocked, I got out even as they protested to get my door.

I walked out towards the South Rim, slowing down a hundred feet from a drop off, and twirling in the cold moonlight. The stars were beautiful above my head, and the sky looked impossibly clear that night.

I held my arms out and started to cry.

Raphael and Julius had been bickering the tiniest bit, but that hadn’t initiated any sadness. They both sprang into action upon hearing me cry.

Their voices rang out at the same time, saying different things but conveying the same worry.

J’s voice was warm, “Dolly, don’t cry, I’m here…”

Raphael’s also, “Lola, what’s wrong, I’m here…”

I ignored both of them though, and kept crying, “I’m such a terrible mom for leaving my babies!”

I felt hands touch me in the darkness, and I couldn’t make out right away who it was, but then they were both there.

They had pulled me into a group hug essentially, and each of them was rubbing a side of my head with their hands.

Julius spoke first, “you’re the best mom I’ve ever met. You love your babies so much, the time apart is good for you.”

Raphael added, “this is your favorite place in the world. The babies won’t remember this, they’ll be so happy to see you tomorrow.”

I nodded my head and asked to be let go from their hug. When they freed me, I rubbed my eyes free of the tears. They were doing so good at thinking about my emotions but I wasn’t even trying to test them.

I decided to enjoy my favorite place for a few minutes longer. We roamed along the rim trail in the darkness, listening to the nothingness of the Grand Canyon. I was entranced by it, and kept walking slower to listen closer.

The two men were on either side of me, walking a few feet ahead but they always stopped and waited for me to catch up if they felt I was too far.

That night was probably the safest I felt around either of them in so long.

It was nice to be around them and see them interact so casually with one another. The lack of arguing was noticeable with the two getting along more than they had in years.

I decided that it was time to drive up to the lodge, so I grabbed their attention and we went back to the car.

At the lodge, they gave us three rooms in line at a hallway.

My room was at the very end and I went in expecting to be in bed within ten or fifteen minutes.

I was ready to crash, and I set my overnight bag aside and went to the bathroom to get changed. I had brought a very short night gown that was white.

I hadn’t worn it before but when I slipped it on, I didn’t get much time to look at my reflection before I heard knocking at the room door. It sounded urgent, so I went to the door quickly.

At the door, Julius and Raphael stood. I stared up at the two men after I opened the door, my eyes wide like I’d been caught in headlights, “what happened?”

Julius shook his head, trying to calm me, “no, nothing. We just wanted to hang out with you for a bit longer.”

“I was getting ready for bed,” I responded, moving slightly to close the door.

Raphael had his foot in the door, and held the door open, “we won’t bother you for too long. Let’s watch some TV and smoke?”

I looked up at him, and then at Julius, before I turned, walking further into the room as they entered behind me, “fine. Let me go put my clothes back on…”

Julius grabbed my hand and stopped me before I could go to the bathroom, “keep that on. You look beautiful.”

I pulled my hand away as he turned me to face him, and I noticed how close Raphael was too. They were both right after me, looking at me with their hungry eyes.

I blushed, and went to grab the remote, walking past them, “I really think I should change. I don’t like how you two are looking at me.”

“How are we looking at you?” Raphael asked curiously, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching me.

I picked up the remote and turned on the tv, “you’re looking at me like I’m dinner. What do you guys want to watch? What channel?”

Julius walked over to where I was with the remote and took it from me, walking over to Raphael’s side and sitting beside him on the end of the bed, “we’ll watch horror movies or something…”

As he turned the channel, I got on the bed. I sat on my knees and watched the channels change. He stopped the TV on the horror movies, and let it play.

For a few minutes, they were just watching the movie and all was calm. Raphael broke the silence by looking over his shoulder at me, “come sit between us.”

“Why?” my eyebrows were furrowed together in confusion.

Julius looked back at me, too, his eyes tracing along my body, “we want to make sure you enjoy the movie.”

I didn’t trust either of them in that moment, but I moved in between them regardless. Not knowing what was going on inside their heads drove me insane, but I didn’t have to wait long for them to show their true desires.

It started with Raphael putting his hand on my bare thigh. I closed my legs at the knee, but his fingers trailed up to the bottom of my dress… I began to protest, “Raphael… I…”

Then J’s hand fell on my other thigh, his fingers following a similar course up to my panties.

I now looked between both of them, wide-eyed, “what are you two doing? This is insane, no…” I trailed off and attempted to pull away from the men, but I was pulled back in.

Julius looked at me and I was in disbelief. His hands ran along my body, and I turned my head to see Raphael doing the same.

Their hands felt so drastically different, I was overwhelmed and exposed, but a part of me was conflicted.

The conflict was that I couldn’t bring myself to pull away, even when Raphael pulled my night gown up and Julius carefully helped my head out of the dress.

Julius tossed the white nightie onto the bed, and I tried fruitlessly to hide my breasts.

Raphael’s strong hand wrapped around my wrists and pulled my arms above my head, as he moved down to suck on my nipples.

I moaned but I turned my attention to Julius, who just smiled in a way I had never seen, and leaned forward to kiss me. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips press against mine, followed by the feeling of his hands tracing my curvy frame.

Raphael’s fingers moved in between my thighs, pressing against my panties and putting pressure along the clit. I could feel it throbbing under his thumb, and I knew he did too, because he intensified the pressure as he spoke, “she enjoys this a lot, Julius.”

Julius chuckled and pulled away from my lips, “we should have done this for her a long time ago,” he said, kissing his way down my neck, continuing all the way to my breasts. His lips wrapped around my other nipple, and his tongue swirled along the areola.

I closed my eyes again but quickly opened them again when I felt the familiar mouth of my husband for the first time in years. My green eyes met his dark brown ones, but he didn’t let it distract him.

He parted my lips with his, and slipped his tongue in. Raphael’s tongue moved along mine in a dance that had always been so heated. I sunk into his kiss, moans escaping my throat and hitting the back of his.

I was breathless and in love.

When Raphael pulled away, his fingers continued down to my panties, finally pulling them off. While he did that, Julius returned his mouth to mine, and squeezed my breasts as our tongues decided to dance.

He was the man that I trusted to take my virginity and in all the years, he only further proved why I gave myself to him. In that moment as our saliva mixed together my pussy only got wetter, and when I opened my eyes to see J’s darkened eyes…

I was breathless and in love.

Raphael’s fingers moved quickly and intensely inside my pussy. The heat, the sexual chemistry, the attraction I shared for both of them, and how good my husband fingered me… It had me soaking wet.

All the while, Julius looked at me with that darkness in his eyes and I was drunk for him. I felt hopeless and pathetic because just looking at either of them… drove me insane.

My eyes shifted as Raphael stood, taking off his shirt then unzipping his pants.

I traced his chest with my eyes, his muscles and down to the v he had at his pants.

Raphael took off the his belt and met my eyes with his dark ones, “maybe we should tie her up with our belts and just use her.”

“While she cries and screams to touch us?” Julius looked at Raphael with a grin as he stood up. His eyes quickly falling back on me as he took off his shirt.

I shook my head, and scooted back on the bed as Julius unbuckled his pants, and Raphael finished stepping out of his pants walking over to one side of the bed with his belt, “don’t! Stop… You two are literally insane for thinking this is okay or normal!”

My eyes flashed over at Julius, trying to see what he was doing only to see that he was approaching the other side of the bed with his belt. I absolutely panicked, jumping off the bed and trying to run for the door.

I am going to admit in any normal situation this might sound inappropriate or nonconsensual. These men have loved me forever, and both had sexual safe words.

They know if I kiss and run away, but I haven’t said a safe word that I am fair game. I’m aware of that too.

Doesn’t mean I wasn’t scared though because OH MY GOD I rannnn…

Raphael was quick on his feet, pulling me back while Julius helped by coming around the front and blocking me from going any further.

My husband pulled me back to the bed, while Julius finished shoving me onto the bed when I tried to get away again. Raphael took his belt and wrapped it around my wrists, tightening it as far as it went.

I moaned and tried to pull away, but Julius had my ankles. He wrapped his belt around my ankles, tightening it as well, then reaching down to his underwear.

I looked up to see that Raphael was taking his cock out of his boxers, and all eight inches were rock hard.

Raphael’s hand was at the base of his cock and he got the tip near my mouth slapping it against my tongue as he spoke, “you can’t act like you didn’t dream of this.”

“I didn’t,” I protested, turning my head away,

Raphael wasn’t happy about this, his hand touched my face and his fingers forced my mouth open, “don’t struggle so much and enjoy yourself.”

I didn’t mean to ease up, but I did, and he slipped his hard cock into my mouth.

At the same time, Julius was eating me out. His tongue worked wonders inside of me, sliding along my walls and adding a finger to intensify the pleasure I felt.

My legs trembled and I grinded against him, as much as I could with the restraint he’d put on my legs.

At the same time, I took Raphael deep inside my throat. My tongue lapped around him happily, so excited to taste and have him again after so long.

Raphael groaned slightly, his fingers in my hair, but he turned his eyes to Julius and then slipped out of my mouth.

Julius pulled away from eating me out and as I looked at him, he spoke, “we’re going to get you on your hands and knees.”

I didn’t have even a second to argue, as Julius started to flip me onto my knees and Raphael grabbed my upper body to turn it around too. I felt like a little doll to them.

Raphael got underneath me slipping the tip of his cock into my pussy as I moaned. Before I had any time to enjoy myself, I started feeling the tip of J’s cock against my asshole.

I gasped, “no, Julius… I’ve never done anal, you can’t.”

Raphael moved deeper inside my pussy, as Julius started to push his tip against my asshole.

I cried out in protest, struggling against Raphael’s strong arms, but he spoke, “you gotta take it, Lola. He wants you, how can you deny him?”

“I can’t,” I moaned, feeling pleasure from my pussy but fear from Julius slipping in my asshole, “you’re massive, J. You can’t do that to me…”

He used some more lube, but Julius started pushing deeper while Raphael finished filling my pussy up.

I moaned helplessly as Raphael began steady thrusts and Julius continued to push his way into my virgin ass. I looked over my shoulder at Julius, my green eyes full of tears, but he looked amazing when I saw him.

I couldn’t say anything, turning my eyes back to Raphael as I felt J’s grip on my butt tighten, pushing his cock even further into my ass. I moaned, my eyes closed, and my husband’s lips kissed me heatedly in response.

I opened my eyes to look at Raphael, who was thrusting in a slow rhythm for me to adjust to Julius, and he smiled as he pulled away for a second, “don’t get too loud you dirty whore.”

That was the problem though. I was extremely turned on yet simultaneously in pain from taking anal for the first time from a nine inch cock. The moans escaped so easily from my lips, and they got louder the more Julius pushed into me.

After a few minutes of Julius thrusting his nine inches inside of my asshole, and Raphael pumping his eight inches inside of my pussy, they traded spots, “this isn’t fair.”

“Each one of us gets a turn in your pussy and ass how is it not fair?” Julius said this as he took off the condom he wore, tossing it to the side and slowly sliding his large cock into me.

I moaned, realizing that Raphael was putting on a condom, and enjoyed the moment as Julius squeezed my ass cheeks then spanked me.

When Raphael had the condom on, he spanked me harder, and started to enter my ass faster than Julius had, “mmm… Raphael, too fast! Too hard.”

“Nah… You were loud, I want you to be louder,” he said hotly, pumping quicker than I had expected.

I turned my face back to Julius, who met my lips with wet kisses. We swapped spit so readily and we’d open our eyes just to look at each other.

Whenever I pulled away, I would moan loudly from Raphael’s intense assault on me as Julius would suckle on my nipples.

This again lasted a few minutes but the final part definitely drove me insane.

When they decided they were done “playing around” as they called it, Raphael got back under me, and Julius got back behind except…

This time Julius didn’t slip into my ass. Raphael slipped a couple inches into me, and then I felt Julius start to join him in my pussy. My eyes rolled back as I felt the pleasure of the two of them as they filled me up.

I was in another world.

They were amazing.

I was in love.

Raphael kissed my lips, but Julius was kissing my shoulders, my back… Goosebumps crawled all over me, and they thrusted together. Their rhythms matched, my pussy felt overwhelmed.

I moaned loudly when Raphael’s lips went to my neck and he started to leave hickeys, I felt the pounding of both their hard cocks… I trembled, cried as I reached a peak orgasm.

I must have squeezed them both, because as I came, they sped up and finished inside of me. I’m not sure who was first, I was busy still moaning and cumming as I felt their loads fill me.

Each cock felt like it had so much to pump out, and by the end of it, I was high off everything.

Neither man pulled away until they finished cumming inside me, and they seemed to have so much to give me.

Even after they pulled out, they kept pushing back into my pussy, trying to push the cum deeper.

I moaned with every thrust and it wasn’t long before we started up again.

We went to bed later in the night, and all passed out on the same bed with me in the middle.

I fell asleep feeling the warmness of my womb, full of multiple rounds of cum from two of my baby daddies. I could feel their semen leaking out of me, and I fingered myself in time, pushing the semen further in as more spilled out.

I held back a moan, and let my pussy rest, passing out soon after.

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I woke up the next morning feeling a hot, warm full feeling. My eyes opened and I realized that Julius and Raphael had picked up where they left off the day before.

Raphael kissed my body as his cock slipped in to my wet pussy from behind, and Julius leaned forward to kiss me as he continued thrusting in me, “you feel amazing, Dolly.”

“You two are sick for waking me up like this,” my typical bratty play came out, but Julius wasn’t having it.

He grabbed my face tightly and kissed me hard, “I know what you want and I’m going to give it to you, Dolly.”

“How can you be so sure?” I asked to taunt him, but I gave into his kisses.

My husband pounded a lot faster from behind, “with sex you’re pretty transparent.”

“What does that mean?” I tried looking at Raphael, only for Julius to litter my neck with hickeys.

“It means we both know you want to fuck us, so we finally gave in to please you,” Raphael hissed in reply as he began pounding a lot faster into my pussy.

I moaned as I bit my lip and looked up at Julius with a pouty expression, “that sounds so manipulative… Do you think I’m manipulative, J?”

“Definitely,” Julius kissed me to shut me up, slipping his tongue in my mouth as they both continued their aggressive thrusts.

My pussy just kept squeezing and taking in their cocks happily.

I was lost for words as I felt a wave of pleasure overtaking my body. My g-spot and clit felt like they were being stimulated. My eyes were rolling back as I moaned loudly.

Again, they came in me together but this time both quickly pulled away to clean up. My mind was a blur.

I didn’t even notice immediately that they had raced to the bathroom and back. Two sets of greedy hands moved to clean me first, but the competition just made me messier.

I groaned and rolled my eyes, sitting up and snatching the tissue from Julius first. I struggled with Raphael for his piece, but got it and started to clean my pussy by myself, “you two have to make everything a competition.”

Raphael was the first to protest, his typical fiery tone turned on me, “we’re fighting for you so everything we do is going to be a battle.”

“Why, though? You each already won! I have children with both of you, I’ve lived and created families with the two of you,” I shook my head in exacerbation, looking at Julius, “do you see it from perspective?”

“I don’t think either of us won,” Julius responded, and his dark brown eyes worried me.

When I turned to Raphael, I saw the same concerning look in his dark eyes. I sighed and got out of bed, avoiding eye contact with both of them as I got dressed.

“We don’t have to check out yet,” Raphael used a stern tone when he spoke, but I didn’t stop. He reached out for my wrist, “Lola, don’t go.”

“Dolly, how about you make a decision at 11am? Soon as its time to leave, give us time to state our cases,” Julius neared me too, and he held my other wrist.

I never felt so angry. I held my gaze down to the floor, refusing to make eye contact with either of them and let them see that they were breaking me.

Tears swelled in my eyes and I didn’t respond.

“Lola, I need you, desperately… You’re my wife. I failed you as a husband but I did everything you asked to improve myself and be let back into your life. I’m a devoted father, you won’t have to work with me,” Raphael’s voice was shaky, out to prove something, but sincere and desperate.

Julius, not letting me even consider Raphael’s words, continued, in a more soothing tone, underlaid with years of love, “Dolly, I was your first man for a reason. I should have seen your worth early on and married you, none of this should have ever happened. I’ll do anything you need, I’ll be at your side forever.”

Once they were each done, I pulled my wrists away and continued getting dressed. Tears streamed down my cheeks and my heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces.

I felt so ashamed. I felt so angry with myself. The pain and anger only growing when they both saw my tears and began approaching me, pushing me further into a corner.

I was wearing my skinny jeans and sweater, my eyes red from crying and my hands shaking as I waved them in front of me, “don’t touch me.”

“Dolly,” Julius chirped, reaching for me with open arms.

“Lola,” Raphael said at the same time, moving towards me.

“My name is Dolores! Don’t touch me, either of you,” I responded in a heated voice, the tears still falling and my voice cracking as I tried to continue, “just stop it… What don’t you two get? I love both of you.”

They stared at me with such different expressions, their eyes faltering in their earlier meanness. For a moment, it looked like they remembered I’m the mother to their children.

Still, do they know when to stop?

Probably not, because Raphael cleared his throat and tried to still fight in his favor just as Julius opened his mouth and started doing the same for himself.

I looked at both of them with fury as my tears ran down my face, “stop! I’m going to the bathroom, get the fuck out of my way.”

Raphael held firm, not wanting to move, but Julius was stepping aside, getting ready to follow me. I looked up at Raphael as he spoke, “Dolores…”

“Raphael, if you touch me I will scream so loud the police will be called,” I told him so firmly as I walked towards him.

He moved to the side a second or two before I got to him, and I stormed into the bathroom with both men hot on my heels.

I couldn’t close the door because Raphael stopped the door with his foot and they let themselves in. I wiped my tears off as I stared at my reflection.

My curly hair was a mess all around my face, my eyes wide, red and hurt. My lips were pouting, my cheeks flushed and my skin hot.

I made sure my face was dry, and I ignored both of them as they stood in the bathroom waiting for me.

As I stared into my golden eyes, I remembered something.

I want to live a dream of a life, be happy and love my children as I help them grow into this new world they have before them.

I want everyone to get along, looking at Raphael and Julius primarily. Of course, I also want for them to be great fathers to their children.

I hope that by the end of my life, I can stare into my eyes again and see a kaleidoscope of the good memories I have created in my life and in the lives of my children.

I went to the toilet and peed, wiping myself and slipping my panties back on. Rolled up my jeans as I stood, looking again at the two men standing in the door frame of the bathroom, “I’m going to go home.”

“What do you mean? You don’t have a ride, Dolores… Stay with us, we’ll take you home,” Julius walked forward, looking at me with hurt puppy dog eyes.

“I love you,” I told him, but put a hand on his chest, kissing him on the lips for just a moment before I spoke, “I can’t stay with either of you.”

I turned my eyes to Raphael, who was walking towards me, a pain in his eyes, “Dolores…”

“I love you,” I told my husband, kissing his lips, and placing my hand on his chest as I pulled away, “We’ll create whatever rules everyone needs for the kids, but I’m not committing to one of you.”

I pulled away from them and walked towards the bathroom as they followed me into the hall.

I grabbed my wallet, my keys to the house, my phone, my overnight bag. I didn’t say a word to either of them as I stepped past them to collect everything.

Raphael and Julius both got dressed during this, collecting their things, and started to try talking to me.

I looked up at Raphael when he spoke in a kinder voice than he’d been using, “Dolores, we’re ready to go. We’ll get you home.”

His face was concerned and his deep brown eyes reminded me so much of Eden’s wildness.

I smiled at him and spoke carefully, “do you two promise not to fight during the drive?”

Julius got in my field of vision and smiled sweetly to me, nodding his head, “Gotta act like the kids are in the car, they can’t see their dads fight.”

I smiled, maybe a little charmed by them taking ownership over their bad behavior, but reminded myself it was really the bare minimum.

They drove in turns any time there were road trips. This roughly 2.5 hour drive was split 50-50 with Julius starting the drive and Raphael finishing.

I kept to myself in the backseat for the most part, but they each played music and would interact with me when driving or in the passenger seat.

Both of them reached back at different points and touched my thigh, or reached for my hand, or just flirted with me in general.

I didn’t mind it, because again I love them both.

They didn’t interact with each other much, only to occasionally talk about some new video game they wanted to play with the kids.

At least for this car ride, they tempered their jealousies really well.

I couldn’t help but be proud of them. Maybe they each thought they’d be able to change my mind at a later point, or maybe the two accepted what I said that day.

I just know life felt a million times easier and happier after that trip.

second to last DIE post! So excited to share the final one with all of you.

Dolores was a deeply personal character for me to write for and I'm so happy I've been able to tell her story on here.

Thank you to everyone following along for all your support.

[valyalyon]

July, 2024

July 5, 2024. He told me not to lose his number. I’ll call him.

I was sitting in my car on the side of the interstate leaving Kansas City going West. In the back seat, an 11 month old Theo sits, babbling a series of nonsensical stories while playing with his stuffed animal. His life is always so innocent and full of hope. I keep glancing in the rearview to see him, each time smiling at the endless joy he was born with.

The ringing from the car speakers stopped, and for a moment I thought I’d hear the voicemail.

“Hey,” his voice said on the other end.

“Hi,” I said, my voice not giving too much emotion away.

“Want to tell me what happened?” He asked, although his voice didn’t give anything up either.

I never knew what to do with that Scorpio man.

“Julius,” I sighed, “The short of it? I got married, I had a son, my husband is abusive, he’s cheating on me, I need to go back to Arizona and get my own place to stay. I’m bringing my son with me. I need to be closer to my family.”

Julius let out a sigh, a deep one, and went quiet for a second.

“You there?” I asked sheepishly after a minute.

“Stay with me until you get your place, I need you to be safe.”

July 7, 2024. Phoenix, Arizona.

I arrived at J’s house after around 7pm. The house was not the same he had lived in when I was with him, but Julius looked just the same as he did when I left. I was holding a sleeping Theo in my arms as he led us into the house. Julius had only texted me to check on an ETA, he didn’t catch me up on his life at all.

His house wasn’t the only new thing.

“Sara, this is Dolores and Theo. Dolores is my brother’s wife, and Theo is my nephew… Unfortunately for them, my brother’s a piece of shit,” Julius stood between me and another woman. Sara was his wife, and in her arms was a son about the same age as Theo.

“Nice to meet you! Please stay as long as you need,” Sara was smiling at me.

“I will help around the house and with your son whenever you need me to,” I quickly said, stepping closer to Julius and more in a direct line of vision for Sara, “I really don’t want to be a disturbance, and we’ll try to be out as soon as you three need.”

July 8, 2024.

After Sara had left for work, I sat down to speak with Julius in the living area. We sat down on the floor with Theo and Anthony, letting the them play together on a playmat.

“Life has changed so much,” my voice was trembling.

“It has,” he looked over at me, and then turned his attention to the boys.

“I don’t want anything from you, Julius… I just want us to be friends, and I want to get out of your space as soon as possible,” I told him quietly.

“Look, there’s no rush for you to do anything. I don’t hold anything against you anymore, I’ve recovered from that. I just don’t know what’s going to happen to you and I.”

“I want your marriage to succeed. I don’t want to be the reason Anthony’s parents split. If you think the best thing is for us to talk very little, that’s alright. I don’t want to cause any friction in this house,” I tried to explain to him. I had no intention of ruining what he had built there.

“Maybe the space is for the best,” he agreed.

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CW: mentions of mental illness, mostly vanilla, positive relationship, smutty love scene. MDNI. 2.9K Words.

Calliope started living with Beau within a few days of agreeing to be his and they spent the summer falling more and more in love with each other.

They shared their first I love you’s on the same beach they had started dating, falling into love making on the sand after they poured their hearts out.

Their heat never dulled, it was always strong and steady between them.

But, as the summer faded and the couple entered autumn, Beau learned more about Calliope.

During summer, she seemed untouchable. She was confident, beautiful, magnetic. None of that disappeared in the fall, instead Beau saw her in a way he hadn’t before.

He noticed for several weeks that she was starting to get quieter. It didn’t seem intentional, instead it seemed like she was being locked in her mind.

Beau noticed it, but didn’t ask her about it right away.

Around October 23, Beau arrived home after work and noticed right away that all the lights were off in the home.

The curtains were still shut, and the home felt awfully cold.

And I’m carried on the back of a wave of gloom, I’m told I’ll see the shore again soon. I’m in a blue haze.

By this time in the day, Calliope would have been awake, all the curtains drawn… Not because that’s what Beau expected of her, but that’s what he had gotten used to her doing to make the space more hers.

He furrowed his brows, but decided not to turn the lights on, instead he called out as he walked further into the house, “Honey?”

No response. He quickened his pace, a pit of nervousness settling into his stomach.

Beau had left the bedroom door closed behind him when he left that morning for work, but the door was closed still. His heart was racing with anxiety as his hand opened the door.

Calliope was laying on the bed, on her side, staring at the wall in the darkness of the room. She was awake, sniffling softly and closing her swollen eyes.

I’m living in dark rooms, staring at blank walls, pretending I’m not in a blue haze.

Beau joined her in bed, climbing under the blankets and kissing her as his body pulled hers closer.

He heard the sniffles as soon as he kissed her, felt the wetness of her face. His heart hurt, “oh, Honey… what’s got you so sad lately?”

“Lately? You noticed?” Calliope’s little voice trembled as she whispered to her lover.

“Of course I noticed, sweet girl,” Beau gave her a soft kiss, holding her cheeks and rubbing his thumbs against her tear drops, “talk to me, I want to help you.”

“Mmm,” the woman let out a sob, her sweet voice trembling, “I was diagnosed with a lot of mental illnesses when I was a child.”

“Depression, anxiety, bipolar, borderline personality, then PMDD when I was a teenager,” she sighed as more tears fell, “I try to hide my emotions from people I love. I don’t think anyone can handle me.”

Beau let out a trembling sigh, squeezing her body a little as he tried to comfort her, “let out everything you feel. Every time you feel it, I wanna feel it, too.”

“What if I’m crying for hours? Because that’s what I’ve spent my entire day doing,” Calliope was choking out another broken sob, trembling in the strong arms of the man she loved.

“If you feel like you have to cry all day, if your body is begging to cry, if your heart is hurting, if your mind doesn’t know how to make you happy,” Beau shook his head as he stroked her red hair and whispered sweetly to her.

“Honey, you need to feel everything you’re going through, and if it’s too dark and scary… I’m here forever,” he kissed her lips again, rubbing her arms and lovingly repeating, “I love you, Calliope.”

The girl let out a crushing cry, but she wrapped her shaking arms around Beau’s neck. She sobbed into his neck, and the man held her, speaking words of loyal encouragement to get her through.

The next day or so, Beau would come home from work and return to bed with Calliope immediately. He held her as she cried, and would be there to make sure she let out a laugh or two before the end of the night.

When it got dark, when it was too scary, Beau was there.

Calliope knew she loved him before, she had told him months earlier, but this experience… Seeing how he didn’t break in the face of the storm that her emotions could be, the girl thought even more of him than she had before.

She loved him, even more, even if she had thought that could never be possible.

Beau proved her wrong in the best way.

By the 26th of October, Calliope was feeling better and decided she wanted to seduce Beau.

She made him dinner while he was at work, and placed the plate on the dining room table as soon as she saw his car in the drive way.

Calliope had closed the curtains but set up candles on the dining room table. She was dressed in new white dress.

It was a satin material, skin tight, with a pleated bust and a tie in the front. There was also a small slit on the leg, but it was already a short mini dress that barely covered her ass.

She waited at the door for him, her red hair flowing around her in curls since she’d gone to the salon earlier that day.

When Beau unlocked the door, he noticed his girl first and let out a dog whistle as he locked the door behind him, “damn, Calliope… Can I just stand here and look at you?”

The girl blushed at his reaction, not sure what she had expected, and then lowered her eyes, “of course you can… Do I look pretty?”

“That’s an understatement, Honey,” the man set everything he held on a stand by the door, and then walked towards his girl, wrapping his arms around her waist, “your hair is so beautiful, this dress is perfect on you, your eyes… God, I love your eyes.”

Calliope wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a couple kisses and then letting go of him suddenly, “go eat! You must be starving. You were working hard all day.”

“Is that what smells so good? You made me dinner… Honestly, I might cry,” Beau’s voice was serious as he took Calliope’s hand and walked with her to the dining room table, “you made yourself a plate too, right?”

The girl nodded her head and pointed across the table, but Beau shook his head. He pulled the plate next to his, and he pulled out his seat.

Beau sat down first, then patted his knee for his woman, who was already smiling at him, “go on, sit. I have to get through this appetizer so I can enjoy my meal.”

“Appetizer?” Calliope laughed and raised her brows with interest, but she sat down on her man’s knee, “if this is the appetizer, what are you having as your main course?”

Beau looked up and down at Calliope dramatically, then started eating the food.

She had made him a pork and rice dish from her home land, and the flavor profile was through the roof. The man never got enough of her cooking.

Calliope laughed at Beau’s dramatic expression, but started eating her plate of food. She had served herself less than Beau, but they finished at essentially the same time.

When they finished eating and drinking their water, Beau kissed his girl. The kiss was romantic and intimate, but quickly got spicier as their sexual desires had built up over the last few days.

“Wrap your arms and legs around me, I’ll put the dishes in the sink, then carry you back to our bed,” Beau explained himself after they pulled away for a second.

Calliope nodded her head, wrapping her body around Beau as he carried her to the kitchen with the plates. He put the plates in the sink, and carried her to the master bedroom.

As he opened the door to the room, his lips returned to hers. Their tongues sought each other out every time, and this time was no different.

Beau laid his sweet girl down on the bed, leaning down to kiss her lips, and lifted her dress off her body. After he had set the dress aside, then he started slowly trailing his kisses down her body.

His kisses continued until he was at her vagina, where his tongue began to twirl in circles around her clit, enter her pussy a couple times, then exit. He would trail back up to her clit, rub in again, then link his way back down to her entrance again.

She moaned as she felt the pleasure his tongue was giving her. Her back arched off the bed, and she squirmed further into his hungry mouth.

Calliope had felt orgasmic pleasure with other men before but never to this degree. The only man she had felt even close to this with was Lazarus, still she didn’t believe it had been this intense.

It was constant in sex with Beau and Calliope, that they both felt better than they’d ever felt.

After he got her sufficiently wet and twitching from the orgasms, he sat up straight and took off his clothes. While he did this, Calliope moved from where she was laying to kiss him.

The cruel girl’s lips did a similar track to the one his lips had done.

Calliope kissed down his neck, chest, down his stomach, and then her mouth wrapped around the throbbing head of his cock.

She opened her mouth further, taking more and more of his cock down her throat as she moved up along his shaft. Those green eyes of hers that Beau had mentioned… They stared up at his blue ones with a coy softness.

Beau moved his hands down, wrapping his hands around her hair and pushing his cock deeper into her throat, “I wanna watch you swallow all of it… I need to see you hold all ten inches in that little throat of yours…”

His encouragement definitely helped because the young woman spread her jaw wider to accommodate more of his cock, little tears starting in her eyes as she forced her gag reflex to stop.

He held her head down until he was satisfied seeing all of it disappear into her, then he pulled her all the way off his dick by her hair.

The young woman inhaled and exhaled sharply, coughing a little, “You’re such a jerk.”

“I feel like I could have been a lot worse to you,” Beau shook his head. His eyes ran along her face and as soon as her mouth was open just enough, he started to put his cock back in, forcefully.

Her mouth spread open for him, and she felt the tears starting up even faster this time. He pulled her up, shoving his cock faster down her throat than he had been doing it earlier.

He repeatedly thrusted in and out until he made sure that all ten inches were down her throat.

Calliope was letting out muffled moans, her eyes watery, sweet and lust-filled. Beau loved every bit of her. He pulled out of her throat, letting her breathe for real this time.

The girl didn’t cough this time, instead swallowing and looking up at Beau as she pulled away, “it’s cold in here, meanie.”

She went under the blanket, pretending to be mad at the man.

He knew her trick, so he dived under the blanket and joined her. He wrapped his hands around her naked waist and kissed her neck. His fingers played with her pussy, two fingers thrusting in and out.

He spread the fingers, letting them play in her as she moaned. He made sure his thumb pressed itself against her clit, giving her the pleasure she needed.

She didn’t know how he found her clit every time.

She still didn’t understand how she had been lucky enough to find him, the man she had wanted her whole life, “I love you, Beau.”

The man smiled at her and kissed her on the lips as he flipped her to be flat on her back. He then got on top of her, with the blanket still above them both, “I love you, Calliope.”

She could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her entrance, she could feel his greedy hand moving down to her vagina.

This is us colliding. Unclaw the earth of us, reveal what I’ve become and temper the heart for me…

She moaned as felt the vibration of him as he pushed himself into her. Her eyes rolled back from the pleasure, “oh, fuck, Blue…”

“Been real hungry for you,” Beau admitted, kissing her roughly as he pushed most of his massive length into her little body, “it’s been driving me insane.”

“I want you to fuck me every night, no matter what state you find me in,” the young woman’s voice faltered with a moan as he finished filling her up. She grabbed her supple breasts and looked up at him as she rolled her hips along his.

The man growled a little, shaking his head, but thrusting his hips against hers, “don’t say that. I’ll do it, don’t give me that kind of permission.”

Calliope moaned and looked up at him with sweet eyes, “you find me asleep? Fuck me awake, I don’t deserve to be asleep if you need me sexually. You can do whatever to me, whenever, Beau… I’m so in love with you.”

She rocked her hips along to his thrusts, her mind swirling from all the pleasure, as he continued putting pressure on her clit with every attack.

Her moans were so loud, like music to Beau’s ear. He continued thrusting, but he reached to play some music for her.

When the song started playing, Calliope recognized the voice immediately as that of Rocco Bennett, “oh my god. skip this song, what the fuck?”

“Do you not like this guy?” Beau asked curiously, but skipped the song without question, and continued thrusting into his woman.

“He’s my ex… Is that song on the radio?” she was startled by the realization, but her hips were still moving along Beau’s shaft without issue.

“So, you’re the Angel Star he’s singing about in that song?” the incident made Beau laugh slightly, still he thrusted faster into his girl, trying to make sure she was only pleasured by him, “that song and that guy are blowing up right now.”

Calliope wrapped her arms around Beau’s neck, and completely forgot about Rocco all over again.

Her eyes settled on her man’s blue eyes and it was like the world would stop, “you feel so amazing inside of me, Beau. I meant when I said whatever. I’m okay with you cumming inside me, whenever you want.”

“If you got pregnant, you’d be ready to have a baby with me?” Beau asked her completely seriously, kissing her lips before she had time to answer, and thrusting deeper into her.

Her moans were stifled as they kissed, but she kept pace with every thrust. Her hips met every single one just right, and her eyes were warm in the horniest way, “yes, Blue.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled out loud, but thrusted harder, kissing her as he did.

She moaned against his mouth, rolling her hips in response to every vicious thrust, but breathless and quiet. Her tongue slipped into Beau’s mouth, with his tongue aggressively responding.

The heat, the passion under the blanket, the feeling of their warm bodies pounding together in pure bliss… It was too much.

Calliope was in orgasmic bliss, and Beau reached his peak, but didn’t pull out this time.

Our love bore the wildest sea… this is more than you’ll ever know.

As Beau came into his woman, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. His cock pumped deep inside of her, releasing every drop of his seed into his precious lover.

She moaned, reaching another orgasmic peak as she felt every drop filling her. Her body twitched and she kissed him with an open mouth.

Beau kept her close, whispering, “I love you” onto her lips as he released more of himself into her.

She happily embraced every drop, smiling as she kissed him, “I love you more.”

“Impossible,” the man shook his head, but whistled, “you sure are amazing in bed though.”

“No, that’s you…” Calliope complimented him lovingly.

Beau shook his head, “no, you literally get so much out of me every time and you could probably keep going forever. That’s wild.”

For several days after that, the two fell into a very similar pattern of disappearing beneath sheets to make love. Every morning, every night, never satiated.

Their love for one another felt like an addiction.

ughhh I love Blue.

Sorry it's taken me so long to post, been hella lacking on writing lately and have been trying to just save what I have so I don't run out of stuff to post but it's looking like I might be soon LOL!

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June 2031 - December 5, 2060

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CW: mentions of a stalker, peaceful end of life. MDNI. 2K Words.

In June of the same year that I made my decision to remain single, I decided to move with the kids to the Seattle, Washington area.

At first, I worried that Julius and Raphael wouldn’t want to move that far but when the topic came up, they both agreed to look for homes in the neighborhood near my new property.

Since separating from Raphael, I began to work more and was able to save and invest a lot of money. When I decided to move, I put my house in Phoenix on the market.

It was sold quickly, and I received a nice payout from the sale.

All of this allowed me to afford a roughly $2 million property with nearly 2 acres of land and a beautiful modern farmhouse. It overlooked the sea, and there were rolling hills.

About an acre away was the nearest home, and every subsequent one a similar distance. They all existed within a gated community and the nearby spaces were calm, family friendly environments.

Raphael and Julius both bought homes in this community, though they went with smaller homes.

I saw my property as a family investment, something that would payout a fair amount to my children after I’ve passed, so I was willing to make the large investment.

Through my life, my career opportunities only began to pay me more money, until I was 40 and ready for retirement.

At that point, even though I had a comfortable amount of money to live off forever, I still chose to pick up a part time remote job that required my skills. I did that for five years, before deciding to stop working altogether…

Then deciding I wasn’t made for being inactive, so I started making flower arrangements for weddings.

I had a lot of fun doing this, and solely advertised to richer people within our community so I was able to secure immediate payment for all my work.

Of course, through all of these years Raphael and Julius have helped provide financially for their children. They get all of the kids gifts for events, they get food for all of the kids if they want to eat out.

Monthly, they each sent $800 per child, with Raphael and Julius splitting an additional $800 every month for Theo.

I didn’t ask for this payment for Theo, but from the first payments they started sending for their kids, they included that additional amount for him.

For years, I tried to serve Harvey for child support for Theo. Eventually, I was able to and he started making payments of a grand monthly. It was fine for several months, until he stopped paying.

When he did, I continued pursuing him through the court system. Years of abuse from this man and I had taken care of Theo alone most of his life, I wanted him to be responsible for paying for his son.

After what I felt was a grueling process, the government finally began to take his child support payments directly out of his checks.

I don’t know how much more shit he got in trouble for, but he was arrested a couple different times after that for domestic violence on his several new wives.

What about my kids though? How have their lives evolved?

Theo got married to his high school sweetheart when he was 25. He is 37 now and they have three kids together. They have twin daughters named Dove and Joni, and a younger son named Rudy. They’re the happiest little family.

Leon eloped with a 27 year old woman when he was 19 and in college. They hadn’t dated even a few days before they’re elopement and she was quickly pregnant after.

Well, she was abusive and ultimately Leon got out of the relationship when he discovered the baby wasn’t his. He married a 26 year old man when he was 28, and by the time he was 30 they hired surrogates and had their babies.

Leon’s son is named Luke, his daughter is named Lola. They’re sweet, and Leon is 35 now.

My chaotic Eden.

Today, she’s 33. She almost dropped out of high school, multiple times. Mostly for poor, impulsive behavior that she said only happened because other people were talking about her so “of course I have to respond.”

That energy carried into her 20s, by 23 she was pregnant and engaged to her daughter’s father, but the man started mistreating her. I pulled her out of that situation so fast, and she was able to raise her daughter peacefully.

Her first daughter’s name is Emma.

At 30, Eden married her long term partner, a man she met when Emma was young, and their ceremony was beautiful. By 31, she was pregnant with his baby. Their daughter Eris was born near Eden’s 32 birthday.

Now for baby Esme!

She’s 30 now, has a son named Jack Dean that she had when she was 19. She’s in a happy relationship with a woman, and the two got married when Esme was 22.

Their ceremony was held on a beach abroad because Esme’s wife is an older rich heiress. They seem really happy with each other and they’re fantastic parents to Jack.

As for me, I was right to choose to stay single.

I never stopped loving Julius or Raphael, and over the years I would find myself still spending so much time with each of them. They were amazing fathers and passionate lovers.

I was glad I had them in my life, and didn’t take them for granted.

My sex life was passionate and constant my entire life, even into my old age. While I had consistent lovers in Julius and Raphael, that isn’t to say that each of us didn’t try to have independent lives.

Julius tried dating, but he could never bring himself to ask a girl to be his girlfriend. One girl stuck around in his limbo for a year, sleeping with him every so often but ultimately… He let her down quite harshly.

Raphael was slightly more successful with dating. He had a girl he started liking, he decided to date her and was with her for about five years. She wanted him to propose and marry her, giving him an ultimatum.

Raphael told her he would never divorce me, and kicked her out of his house.

They’re both not the best of men to their lovers, but they always said I had to be their priority because I mothered their children.

As for me, I had a couple dates and hit it off with one guy. I fell in love with him after a while. He told me he was alright with my situation, but he was lying.

He moved in after two years of us dating and was aware that I still had relationships with Julius and Raphael, but when he saw Julius or Raphael being affectionate to me, he would lash out.

I forgave him both times that he lashed out, but he had done it in front of my children and that was quite frustrating. I told him if he reacted like that in front of my kids again, we would be breaking up.

Sure enough, Raphael came over to see his kids. He greeted all the kids, then came and gave me a kiss, leading to the man starting a fight with Raphael in front of my kids.

Raphael actually showed a lot of restraint that day by pulling away when I asked him to. I was proud of him for not escalating a fight.

Regardless, I broke up with the other man in the immediate aftermath. I got him moved out the same day, and only saw him in passing… in other words, he stalked me for years and it was complicated but he died young.

Suspicious circumstances, you know, but this isn’t his story. Maybe another day I’ll tell you all about him.

On the morning of December 5, 2060, I felt a pain in my chest. I kept quiet about it all day, but spent the day being visited by all my children and grandchildren.

I played with my youngest grandkids in the front lawn of my property, spoke to my children standing by the barbecue, then went to the front porch and sat down. At that point, the sun was an hour from disappearing.

The sky was changing colors brilliantly over my home, just as Julius pulled up in his car. He parked in the driveway but joined me on the front porch, his older face staring at mine. He had a frown, “you feeling alright?”

“Of course. Look at everyone,” I smiled as I looked out at my family, and noticed that Raphael was arriving as well.

Julius sat beside me, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and pulling me in for a kiss, “everyone looks great but you, something’s wrong, Dolores. Theo called me and Raphael, he said he was worried.”

“You’re all so silly,” I shook my head, returning J’s kiss sweetly. I looked up as I heard Raphael coming up the steps.

Raphael sat on the other side of me, holding my chin and lowering his face to look in my eyes, “you okay, Lola?”

“I was just playing with the kids, I don’t know why Theo’s saying he’s worried,” I replied, maybe a little too defensively.

Julius and Raphael looked between themselves, then back at me, with my husband continuing, “I’m assuming your first born is a trustworthy source for his mother’s health.”

“You annoy me,” I scrunched up my nose defensively at Raphael, then turned to Julius.

In both of them, I still saw their souls. The men I loved, the men I dreamed I’d have forever. I still loved each of them, and so I kissed Julius.

After, I turned to kiss Raphael.

Their lips reminded me of my life. I knew I was at the end, and I was so happy to go.

“I love you, Dolores,” Raphael and Julius said as soon as I stood up off the seat.

I walked to the edge of the porch, sat down on the top steps and stared out at my children and grandchildren. I felt as if I was home in Cuba, at my grandparent’s house in town.

Back home, I had a view of familiar faces and friends when I would sit on the top step of their porch. The street was home, the people were family.

Now, at the end of my life I am in Seattle, WA. So, far from home — will I go back there one day? Maybe not, but, I’m okay with that.

This view, as the sky burns red and orange, the green hills, the Pacific ocean, my adult children laughing in life, my young grand kids walking into a new world of freedom.

The voices of the men I loved.

I watched the sun disappear to the other hemisphere, I felt my body sink, then…

Some stars, so faint, but beautiful twinkling oddities in the enormity of space.

I was one of them, a star; I was there floating among them once, but I came to Earth to learn to love.

It was so worth it.

I want to be stuck on this little planet forever, staring at my ancestors in the sky with jealousy while the carnal pleasures are all mine to enjoy.

My life, my role as a God on Earth, was to make the Gods in Space as jealous of us as we are of them.

I went to bed shortly after with the help of Raphael and Julius. They tucked me in, but I told them, “if we were all Gods, I’m glad I got to enjoy my life with both of you.”

I came into this world in the year of a metal dragon, I left this world 60 years later in another metal dragon year.

Before I fell asleep to never wake again, I watched my life and all my memories dance out of reach. Then, the darkness…

And it was all over for me after a life of dreams, ink, and embers.

The End.

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DIE ended at over 70K words written! I'm proud of my first tumblr story baby, and I hope everyone enjoyed reading along <3

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October 2030 - January 5, 2031

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CW: mentions of addiction, mentions of pregnant woman, non-descriptive labor scene, post partum depression, positive mentions of medications in helping MC's mental health journey. 3.4K Words.

October 3, 2030

Unprotected sex with Julius in February lead to me being 35 weeks pregnant by October 3.

In the time since I found out I was having a baby with Julius, much of my life had stayed the same. With the only major difference being Julius spent some nights over at my place.

Julius and I were not in a relationship, but he said that he was exclusive to me and was ready to commit to me 100% if I divorced Raphael.

While he wasn’t forcing me to do anything, I knew that might be what he would prefer.

My heart didn’t know what to do, though. I couldn’t give up on my husband, but at the same time he wasn’t the man I married anymore and hadn’t been for a while.

Julius was promising stability but I couldn’t bring myself to jump from one marriage to another.

Me being pregnant allowed me to spend more time with Julius and I got to see what life would be like with him. He was a great father and an excellent man, but I worried honestly if any man was really cut out to be mine forever.

Was I really supposed to have some Forever Man?

Since I left my home with Raphael, the kids have visited with their father twice a week. Each time the visit was supervised by a friend or a family member, but I made this decision so I could keep my promise of staying away from him until he was clean.

That day I had asked Julius to supervise the visit. I wanted to put Raphael’s feet to the fire in a way they hadn’t been until that point, or I expected him to demand a divorce from me once he found out.

When Julius returned home with the kids, they were all pretty exhausted from running around the park.

I put them all to bed a little later, and asked Julius when I returned, “did everything go okay with Raphael?”

“As okay as it could have gone,” Julius nodded his head and kissed me, before adding, “Eden told her dad about the new baby her mama is making.”

My eyes grew wide as I felt a momentary fear, “oh my God… did he know the baby is yours?”

“I don’t know if he knew immediately, but he definitely knew when Theo said it’ll be nice to be siblings with Anthony,” Julius let out a light hearted chuckle and rubbed his neck.

I just wondered how he could find it so funny, but before I could ask him anything else, my phone started ringing.

I stared at the screen to see Raphael’s name, and I answered it, “hey.”

“Don’t hey me. Why aren’t you answering my texts?” My husband’s voice was annoyed.

I felt myself getting irritated, “I have things to do every day, Raphael. I don’t sit around waiting for your call.”

“Things to do, huh? Riding J’s dick is probably one of those things, isn’t it?” Raphael spat back furiously.

“Don’t fucking start with me! You’re the issue, Raphael! You’re abusive and on drugs. We are separated, I don’t even know if we’ll stay married. Of course I moved on. When I give you chances to fix us, you double down on your usage and your abuse,” I walked away from the couch and Julius, not wanting him to see me worked up.

Still, Julius followed me around the house like a lost puppy while I continued on the phone with Raphael.

“I want you back, Dolores. I’ve wanted you back this whole time. What’s the point in being clean if you’re not mine?” He asked selfishly.

“Being around your children without supervision, actually being able to see me in person again. If you wanted me back, you’d stop wasting your time, get rehab, therapy and return to me. Yet, you don’t do that,” I countered.

“I didn’t do that because I thought you’d come back to me,” Raphael responded, and I just kept wondering if he was currently high on the call, “we belong together, Lola. We’ll just put his baby up for adoption, we’ll move on.”

I was pregnant, hormonal, and not in the mood. I spoke in a harsh tone, “you had your chance with me from 2024 to 2029, I have given you chances to win me back. Clearly you haven’t been able to, so I think a divorce would be for the best.”

“What? No, Lola, no,” he started backtracking, “what did I say? Listen, I can’t lose you. Don’t divorce me.”

“I already told you what you had to do to be better,” I shook my head and added, “I’m not repeating myself or treating you like you can change anymore. I won’t file it right away because I’m pregnant and don’t want the extra stress right now, but I’ll get to it.”

“Don’t,” his voice was hot through the phone, but I hung up on him before anything escalated between us.

I turned to look at Julius and he hugged me tightly, kissing my head as he spoke, “it’s us now, then?”

I furrowed my brows, and looked up into his dark eyes, “why do you and Raphael only seem to care about the competition? I’m the prize you two are always chasing after but I’ve told you both that I just don’t want you two arguing.”

“We didn’t at the park,” Julius countered defensively.

“Oh, really?” I looked up at him curiously as I crossed my arms, “you didn’t look at him like you’d won when Eden told him about the baby?”

“Well, I might have but I don’t even know what that would look like to you,” he dropped his eyes once he realized he was caught.

I shook my head, “It’s not us, Julius. It’s not him and I either. I’ve gotten myself wrapped up with both of you by having your children… That’s my fault for letting this happen. I just want a situation where the two of you are able to get along for the sake of my children.”

“I love you, Doll,” he rubbed my face with his thumb and looked into my eyes.

I melted into his touch, and swooned as I looked into his eyes, “I love you, too, Julius.”

“Did I mess your life up by coming back into it?” he asked, and the expression in his eyes revealed that he truly was concerned, “do you want to have this baby with me?”

“You didn’t mess up my life,” I shook my head, and grabbed his hand, pressing it to my pregnant belly, “I do want this baby. I always wanted to have a baby with you. I’m really happy to be pregnant.”

“But, Raphael,” Julius said, kissing me on the lips, “he won’t ever accept the baby.”

“That’s for me to figure out, Julius. I don’t want either of you talking about the other. It’s literally the biggest turn off when I hear either of you mention the other’s name, because every time it ends in the guy talking just bashing on someone else.”

“I don’t go around talking shit about my girlfriends to anyone that will listen, I also don’t go to the person that has children with them to complain about them. I know our situation is bizarre, but you two attacking one another does nothing positive for the relationship I have with either of you.”

Julius cleared his throat, but looked slightly annoyed, “so you’re again picking him over me. I thought maybe as time went on, you’d just agree to be mine. We’re having a kid, are they worth nothing?”

I got annoyed, “I’m not picking anyone over anyone. Our kid means a lot to me, however, I have three other kids. Two are Raphael’s and the third wasn’t his who he raised as his own, and so he is very important in my life.”

“Us having a kid together is just as important to me. He isn’t going to break me away from you, but something is going to have to budge between the two of you, because life is about to be different and I need all the emotional support I can get.”

October 30, 2030

I was 39 weeks pregnant when Julius took the kids and I out to a maternity photoshoot. I had one for all my kids, and it made me feel a lot of bliss to go into nature for the photos.

I felt very heavy lately, my feet were quite swollen, but I was wearing a beautiful, open and flowy dress.

My boys were bounding along through the field, playing with each other and Anthony. Every couple of steps, Leon would turn his head and shout back, “be careful mama, there’s mud! Don’t get muddy, mama!”

I would respond back in the affirmative, “yes, sir, Leon! Thank you for warning me.”

When we got to the spot for the photos, Eden held her hands up to me. Her eyes were the cutest orbs, and I gave in immediately, lifting her. She was 3.5 years old and just a light.

“She’s going to be just as beautiful as you,” I smiled as I gave my daughter a nose kiss.

“Well, yeah, mama!” was Eden’s sweet reply as she wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug.

I remembered as the camera started flashing. I had that moment with Eden before, in a dream on April 3, 2027. The dream that I awoke from into labor with Eden, was about Eden and I at this very photoshoot 3.5 years later.

I turned my face towards Julius, just as he kissed me on the lips and more photos were taken.

It was just like the dream, except that one had devolved into a nightmare.

This one ended sweetly and naturally.

November 4, 2030

I woke up that morning at around 5am, and walked around my house. I hopped on the yoga ball for a bit and got some chores done while Julius slept.

I knew our daughter was coming that day when I was sitting downstairs. I was holding my belly, wondering how I was so lucky to have been home to four babies.

While thinking this, I heard a voice I didn’t recognize, “mama, did you need a big hug?”

My heart raced, feeling love and joy. I almost cried, but I stood up instead, shouting up to Julius.

He woke up and came out, his hair a mess.

“We need to go to the hospital, she’s coming soon,” I explained.

He rushed back into the room to get our things.

At 7:40am, my daughter Esme was born.

Julius was the most supportive partner, talking me through any nervousness I was showing. The labor was going easy, but I still worried something would go terribly wrong so his encouragement was priceless.

It was filling out her birth certificate that I reflected on something so painful it almost broke me. These are the names of my children: Theo Bellamy, Leon Santos, Eden Santos, and Esme Griffin.

What’s so painful about it? I realized in their names, I had lost my own.

Dolores Ortiz, a name just existing on the family tree to be forgotten after a hundred years have gone by but will we even make it another hundred years as a society?

So, I lose my name throughout my entire adult life, wrapping myself in love with men so different from me that it hurts and every time I give myself a chance to be remembered… I’m not.

I’m forgotten. I’m tossed to the shadows and locked away from all sense of peace. What is my reality if not the suffering I feel?

After the birth of Esme, I became a shell of myself. The postpartum depression was terrifying to the point I thought I might hurt myself.

For weeks, I did not speak to any adult. I wouldn’t speak to Julius, I couldn’t. I was suffering so greatly, struggling to stare at my reflection and only getting out of bed to care for Esme.

The kids would hang around, I’d make them laugh, but Julius stepped up to care for the older kids while I would be crying with Esme.

See, I love all my kids.

Esme had the hardest first few weeks of any of them. Her older siblings were all easy babies immediately, but she had it extra tough.

For weeks, she seemed to be in so much pain, and would cry for so long. I’d get her to calm down if I held her. Her ear piercing screams would be replaced instead by a sad expression, and quiet whimpers.

She didn’t seem to be afraid of me, she seemed a lot calmer with me than with Julius. He was around a lot in the first few days, but by the end of week one of Esme’s life, she seemed to cry even more with him around.

He would pick her up to console her, and he was kind, gentle, sweet with her. He was never mean and he always wanted to make her feel better, but she would turn what was a little whimper into wails and screams.

After a couple days of this, I found Julius crying and just crawled into his arms. I didn’t judge him, but I touched his face and told him I’d take care of her more often until she started feeling better with him.

He felt like crap at the time, but he promised he’d take care of our kids so he took over that.

I can’t tell you if the postpartum depression started because Esme was so upset, but I think Esme was upset because I had that depression. I mean, I think she felt my pain, and didn’t know what else to do but cry.

Her eyes were the most beautiful deep sea. The color was so odd for a while, but the deepness of them was evident.

I kept telling myself she could feel it, and I knew she could, so trust me I tried to push my pain away. I put on my brave face, I kissed her all over, I’d love her and do anything and everything to get her laughing.

Sometimes nothing would stop that whimpering, though. She would sit in my arms, staring up with those deep-sea eyes, crying sweetly because no matter how much I pretended I was okay, I wasn’t… and everyone knew that.

Eventually, her cries became more manageable. She didn’t cry out loud for as long, and her whimpers would slowly stop. Her eyes were still as profound and understanding.

When she was a little calmer, I was able to realize that I needed help psychologically. I started working out frequently after six weeks, I got on birth control, as soon as eight weeks had passed.

I continued breastfeeding to connect with Esme, who was starting to warm up to life. She’d grab my fingers and watch me as she ate, as if she was worried I’d be sad again.

I got better, though. Slowly, but I was feeling a lot better than the low I hit during those late nights I spent up crying with my youngest daughter.

She was still a little skeptical of her dad, but Julius was making an effort to play with her and make her laugh. It was definitely working to charm her, and she’d let out little giggles.

I loved watching it, although she still didn’t want to be held by him or any strangers.

Her siblings don’t count as strangers to her, though. She loves them. They’re so sweet with her. The boys are so gentle, as if they worry they could hurt her. Eden is very excited about her sister and treats her like a best friend.

When I could think with a clear mind, I began to reflect on what I should do about my romantic life.

January 5, 2031

On that Sunday night, I was alone in bed. Julius had gone to his house for the night as he had work in the morning. It made sense, so I lied awake staring at the ceiling.

A part of me must have known that he was calling again that night because when my phone rang, I turned on my side and answered immediately.

“Hello?” I spoke into the darkness of my room, listening closely to my phone.

“Hey,” Raphael’s voice responded back to me.

For a second, neither of us spoke.

He broke the silence, “I got out of a 90 day rehab, I saw a therapist as soon as I left. Don’t leave me.”

“I don’t think I’m meant to stay with anyone, Raphael,” I told him in response, and added, “I had a daughter with Julius.”

He sighed, but after a momentary silence, he spoke, “how can I stay in your life? Let me be a part of it.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but in all honesty, I hadn’t verbalized what I needed for so long that I just didn’t know how to start.

“Lola…” His voice was sweet for a second, and years of violence at his hand was forgotten by me entirely, “Lola, Lola… I did it. I did what you asked. Tell me what’s next, just let me see you. Let me touch you, let me be around you, please.”

Dolores came up with something she felt insane for even suggesting, “how about you, Julius and I go on an overnight trip? We can all stay in separate rooms if you want, but…”

“We are all coparenting now. I need you two to stop hating each other. At least overnight. I need to see that you two can handle being around each other for a while,” she told him earnestly.

“I understand,” he sounded like he was taken aback, “If that’s what you need from me. That’s what I’ll do.”

I didn’t know what else to say, but I let out a shaky breath and whispered loud enough for him to hear, “Raphael, I am so proud of you for finishing rehab.”

I felt tears fall down my face, as he let out a laugh on the other side, “Are you crying, Lola?”

“I’m so proud of you,” but I was sobbing into the phone.

“Lo…” he responded.

Esme stirred in her sleep, ever knowing of my suffering. She moved and cried, so I rose to my feet and walked to her side. I carried my daughter in my arms, apologizing to Raphael as I hung up on him.

I had to ask Julius so when he came over to my house after work on Monday, I decided to talk to him about the idea.

“I want you and Raphael to actually try getting along with each other while I’m around. An overnight trip is the best for that. My kids deserve present dads, and a happy mother,” I explained.

He nodded his head, coming up with a plan, “that’s not a terrible idea. How about January 10? We leave Phoenix after work and head up to the Grand Canyon with him for an overnight trip. Arriving Friday night, leaving Saturday afternoon.”

I smiled, happy that he was supportive too. I kissed him and he held my face as he returned my kiss.

I knew why I loved each of them, and I saw our children together as extensions of that love brought into the world to be better than us.

I wanted to give my children the best life I could, even if it meant compromising my desires but for once I felt like I wouldn’t be. I’d be able to accurately judge my place between these two men.

Was I just something they toyed with? Could they both put themselves aside for me and the children we share? If not for anything other than they respect me enough not to create toxicity for our children.

If they weren’t capable of doing that, I knew I didn’t want anything to do with them aside from helping them see their kids.

Think its super QT that D's children are born on: Theo Bellamy: August 1, 2023 Leon Santos: August 2, 2025 Eden Santos: April 3, 2027 Esme Griffin: November 4, 2030 1,2,3,4 as birthdays for 4 siblings might seem lazy, I will do better in some other story SORRY, but for this one its QT.

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CW: property arson, explicit language, dv, dub con, smut, mentions of drug use. MDNI. 2.9K Words.

When Ember woke up out of her nightmare, the world was still and quiet around her. She felt as if she was laid in the eye of the hurricane, waiting for the storm to return and finish her.

She stared blankly at the popcorn ceiling of the bedroom and for a second just tried listening to her breaths. Deep inhales, slow exhales…

“Kill the rats!” Somebody screamed from outside the window, causing Ember’s eyes to widen.

She froze as she listened in, trying to figure out what had happened but mostly hoping it was just somebody stumbling home.

It wasn’t one person going home, though, and soon other voices filled the air, screaming almost in a chant, “Kill! Kill! Kill the rats!”

Ember’s heart raced in her chest, her ears felt hot, and everything around her started to shake. She thought it was an earthquake but no, there came a different kind of sound with this rumble.

Stomping feet. The stomping feet of aristocrats, followed by the sound of so many windows breaking in all along the street, even below Ember’s feet.

This startled Arthur awake, but he didn’t have all his senses immediately, and was confused, “the fuck…”

Ember got out of bed quickly to get dressed, “there’s a lot of men outside.”

“What the fuck?” Arthur’s eyes widened, his expression revealing his shock. He started standing slowly and tried to listen outside.

The couple heard more crashing and stomping going down the street, but didn’t think anything had happened other than windows being broken in.

“Why would they break the windows in? That’s so expensive to replace,” the man sighed in exasperation as he quickened in getting dressed.

The sound of the stomping returned back up the Artist Alley and disappeared.

Within just seconds after they left, the sounds of emergency vehicles started to fill the air so loudly that Ember thought maybe she was still dreaming. She pinched herself, but didn’t wake back up.

“Arthur… They were saying kill the rats,” Ember was shaking as she rushed up to her man, her eyes showing her deep worry.

The emergency vehicles got right to the end of the street and a police officer spoke over his intercom, “everybody get out of your homes and shops. There’s fire everywhere.”

Ember’s green eyes got big and she stared up at Arthur, as he took her hand in his and started walking to the bedroom door, “fuck, let’s go assess the damage and leave.”

She followed him into the living room of the apartment and the man opened the door that led down the stairs and into the gallery.

When he opened the door, an intense heat came surging up towards the door and he saw flames quickly running up the stairs towards himself and Ember.

Arthur turned in record speed, before Ember had time to even see the flames and he pushed her back towards the bedroom with a shaky voice, “come on, Calliope.”

Ember only saw the fire as it burst into the living area and went directly for every piece of furniture to keep it alive.

As the bedroom door was closing, she saw the flames engulfing the painting that Arthur had made of herself and her lovers.

For a second, her eyes burned as she felt the sting of the heat and she wondered if she had caused the fire by wishing that painting would get burned, “Apollo… Apollo…”

The 23 year old squeezed her hand and pulled her face up to look into his eyes, “you’re okay, I’m here. We have to leave through the window. I’m going to jump out and catch you, okay?”

She shook her head quickly, her voice a sweet, worried whine as she spoke quickly, “you can’t jump out, what if you hurt yourself?”

“I will stand back up, catch you, and deal with the pain when we’re safe,” Arthur said shortly, kissing her lips hotly, “I love you. Jump when I tell you.”

Ember tried to stop him, but Arthur pulled his arm away and jumped out the second story window.

He landed into a barrel roll that protected his head and saved his knees any pain. The young man stood up quickly, his blonde hair a mess, his honey eyes staring up at her, his arms opened wide, “Jump, Ember.”

The fire started creeping into the bedroom door as Ember turned and noticed it. The window was open, the fire would engulf the room quickly if it entered.

She got on the window sill and jumped down into Arthur’s arms. The man caught her and walked holding her like a bride down the street.

I understood the chemistry of peace; you covered me in warpaint.

Many people were crowding at the edge of the street as first responders tried to get the fire under control and save everyone from the buildings.

The fire fighters and a few paramedics were doing the majority of the work, with the police lazily keeping people from entering the street.

As Ember watched on, she noticed a tall paramedic with black hair and blue eyes.

He was a handsome man, and he was running down the street, collecting burn victims from the fire fighters and bringing them back to the ambulances and the other medics.

Ember caught herself whispering to Arthur, “that paramedic is doing a better job than the other medics…”

Arthur looked in the direction she was nodding and noticed the man.

He then angrily turned to look at his 19 year old girlfriend, “you just find the guy attractive. Fuck, do you care about me at all?”

The girl was caught off guard as she stared up at him, “of course I care about you, Arthur… I really hope they can stop the fires but we can rebuild.”

“Rebuild?” Arthur’s eyes looked so different from how they had hours before, “this all took me so long to get, to build, to make my own. It’s burning to the ground, nothing in this alley is meant to stand, and I’m tired of building.”

Ember was at a loss for words, staring up at him with pained eyes, “I know it can be a lot to rebuild… But I’m here for you, Apollo. I’ll do it with you.”

The man just needed someone to blame and in that moment, Calliope became his scapegoat. He believed, wrongly, that their love had somehow lead to this.

He thought that together they’d been so desperate for one another, that they created fire outside of themselves. He hated Ember now because he loved her too much then.

Still, he couldn’t lose her.

That just sounded obscene.

He’d burn the world to the ground every time, but he needed to keep having her at the end of the night. He needed her eyes, he needed her touch.

He swallowed his pride and grabbed her hand, turning to face the Artist Alley. His eyes focused on his art gallery, and he saw it was engulfed in flames with the frames coming down.

Ember watched as all the buildings collapsed.

One after the other, two and three story structures crumbling to the heat. She closed her eyes to feel the fire, but opened them quickly as she caught the remaining buildings falling.

Including Arthur’s gallery.

He turned and kissed Ember, holding her face close, slipping his tongue into her mouth, “I love you, Calliope, you’re worth the world.”

She held her moans back as her green eyes searched his honey ones, “I love you, Apollo. Do you mean that, though?”

Arthur’s eyebrows twitched in irritation and he walked her through the crowd of people and onto the streets of Carcos, “of course I mean that. Don’t fucking question me so much.”

Ember would have normally fought back, but she squeezed his hand and rubbed his thumb with hers to ask for peace, “I won’t right now, I’m sorry.”

They walked together in silence for a little bit, the morning still dark but the city street lights on bright.

Something came over Arthur after a few minutes, with the man angry again at Ember, and tightening his grip on her hand until it felt like he might break her hand.

She didn’t try to pull her hand away aggressively, she just wanted him to know that she loved him.

This seemed to only make the man angrier as he got in her face with a low voice, continuing his painful squeeze, “do I not fire you up enough to fight me?”

Again, Ember was confused by the questioning, but started struggling against him, “you do get me hot, Apollo, but you just had a traumatizing experience…”

Arthur didn’t let her finish her sentence, as he pushed her into an alley, shoving her against the wall, “I’m going to fuck you out here and I want you to be fucking loud like you’re being assaulted.”

The girl’s eyes got wide and she shook her head as she looked over her shoulder at her man, “that’s a really bad idea. You could get arrested or we both will be.”

“I’m going to assault you for real so you have a case to file against me,” the man said this as he pulled her jeans down, smacking her fat ass while he pulled her panties down.

Ember moaned quietly, not wanting to get him in trouble for anything and not believing he’d fuck her too rough, “wouldn’t you rather we both just get arrested for being caught doing this?”

“No, I’m going to fuck you up, Calliope,” he told her with no hesitation, and he took out his cock from his pants. He started pushing his cock in, shoving hard and forcing his way in.

His nine inches hit her deep, and she closed her eyes as a loud moan escaped her mouth. Ember caught herself quickly and quieted down, moaning his name, “Apollo, Apollo… Take it easy on me.”

Arthur pulled all nine inches out, then slammed them back in, getting another loud moan. He did this several more times, with Ember crying out into the sky, “you still sound like you’re having a good time. I’ve got to make it bad for you.”

Ember felt the tip of his cock slamming into her cervix, and her moans were for the symphony of pleasure that she felt. She loved him, she loved being near him, she loved everything about him.

If torturing her on a side alley is what he wanted, how could she deny him? Even if they both had nowhere to live or work anymore, she melted into pleasure feeling him.

His intensity became so aggressive that the thrusts were starting to bring tears to her green eyes, as her loud moans filled the morning air.

Finally, he came inside her as the sun started to share it’s light with the Western Hemisphere.

He groaned, slowly pulled out, a bit of his nut falling out of her pussy and onto the alley beneath his feet, “you dropped some of my cum, you dirty whore. Pull up your panties and pants.”

She did as he asked, grabbing his arm and reaching up to kiss him. The kiss was brief, but hot with Ember smiling after they pulled away, “what are we going to do now?”

“Probably stop by a breakfast place and eat… Waste time around the city, I’ll call Cain and see if he can take us in for a bit,” Arthur had a smirk on his face from the kiss, and felt good as he started walking with her back down the streets.

…

When they got to a breakfast place, Arthur tried making the call to Cain but got no answer. He left a voice message about the fire, asked that Cain return his call.

It was after breakfast that Cain called back but when Arthur went to answer his phone, he paused for a second to look at Ember.

The girl stared up at him with concerned eyes, “what’s wrong?”

“Do I really want to ask for his help?” The man responded coldly, and his eyes ran over the face then body of Ember, “I don’t know if I do.”

“You have to do whatever you think is best. We have nowhere to go, whether its with him or trying to scrounge money for a motel… we need to do something either way,” her voice was calm, she wanted to be by his side.

Arthur, though, got slightly annoyed. He let out a taunting chuckle and Ember prepared herself to be yelled at, but the man answered the phone, “sup, man.”

“I saw the news, that’s insane,” Cain said immediately to his friend, “you can stay with me as long as you need.”

“Thanks, Cain,” Arthur responded, but his jaw was clenching.

Ember couldn’t hear Cain, but she watched the eyes of her lover as they darkened like something evil was brewing inside his head.

“We can figure out a way for you to pay something… that way you don’t feel like a freeloader,” Cain’s voice was normal, but soon turned coy, “Artie, are you bring your girl?”

Arthur took a couple steps away from Ember to continue talking, his voice was low as he answered, “yes, but you can’t have her as payment, Cain.”

“No? Well… terrible. Whatever, want me to get you some H and come pick the two of you up?” Cain brought up the drug casually, and Arthur could hear him getting ready.

It had been a long time since Arthur had done heroin. He went clean for a long time and was even more encouraged to maintain his sober lifestyle after he met Ember.

However, the idea of getting high after such a huge tragedy in his life? As a former addict, he couldn’t help but to nod along, “I’d appreciate that, man. We’re in the city, near that one breakfast place…”

“The 24 hour one by the school?” Cain inquired, continuing only after receiving an affirmative grunt from the man, “alright, Art. I’ll get the H first, then come collect you two. Max an hour wait.”

“Alright, thanks again man,” he hung up the call and walked back to his girl, kissing her.

Ember looked up at him with nervous eyes as she noticed a lingering troubled look in his face, “are you feeling okay, Apollo?”

He blinked, looking down at her and tilting his head, “I’m fine. I came up and kissed you. Why do you think I’m not feeling okay?”

“I just wanted to check in on you. What did Cain say?” She tried to relax her face, but apparently not relaxed enough for Arthur.

The man laughed, raising his voice, “Cain? We’re going to stay with him. Bet that makes you fucking happy. Why the fuck are your eyes so wide when you talk about him?”

Ember felt startled, looking up at him, and she started to put some space between them, “I don’t care about him at all, I’m in love with you Arthur.”

Oh but I know love as a caging thing, just a killer come to call from some awful dream.

“Yeah, are you?” he was heated as he walked forward and grabbed her by her wrists tightly, “how the fuck do you not care about him when you’re so excited to talk about him?”

“Oh my God, I was asking a question!” she struggled slightly against his tight grip, her eyes going up to his, “you need to stop being so loud. It’s day time now, the cops won’t ignore me screaming this time.”

“You wanna fucking bet?” He pushed her against the wall near her, making sure it was hard, and then turning back to the street, “where’s your fucking cops?”

“I didn’t fucking scream,” Ember replied with a hot tone, sitting along the wall and trying to ignore him until he calmed down.

Arthur turned around in a hot flash, grabbing Ember and throwing her onto the ground, “you got me all kinds of fuck up, Calliope. Why the fuck don’t you get it? You’re mine!”

The woman felt shocked, but she covered her head in case he went to kick her.

He didn’t, though. Instead, he got down on his knee and pulled her into his arms, “I’m sorry, I need to control myself better… You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Ember felt as though she had whiplash, but she couldn’t get away from him or any of this.

In less than an hour, Cain pulled up in his car.

Arthur opened the backdoor for Ember and she got in without hesitation. She put her knees together as Arthur spoke while climbing in the car, “thanks for picking us up and letting us stay with you.”

“No problem, Artie,” Cain smiled as he fixed his back mirror, taking a glance at Ember through it while he did, “we’ll figure out payment later.”

Ember didn’t notice that Cain was staring at her, but she did feel an uncomfortable, painful tension in the air. She held her breath and looked out the window, trying to just distract herself.

That day had been a bad day, but the young girl hoped the worst was behind them.

Arthur is switching up on us ooopp... Only two posts left in Arthur's story! What do you think will be his ending??

SONG REFERENCES

Shield Your Eyes by Dry the River

Song For Zula by Phosphorescent