by Jason Lenov
I dropped her ankles. I stumbled back.
She didn't seem to notice. Instead, her legs fell down, white calves gliding softly along Pater Rex's dark sides until they found his hips and wrapped around him, ankles locking behind his back. She pulled him closer with her legs.
He eagerly obliged, stuffing himself even deeper into her even thought the moment was over.
And then? Then, as I watched in horror, he leaned closer, closed his eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. Not a greedy, needy kiss. A deep, slow kiss. The kind that lovers share.
Whether she returned it or not, I couldn't say. Whether she wanted to kiss him back in this way, I still don't know. But just seeing him do that to her, to my Anna Elizabeth, was the sweetest torture I have ever felt.
Then he stood. His cock slopped out of her, dripping with her wetness but...but not so much with his.
I couldn't help but stare. The night before he had been covered in his own cum and now it seemed like there was barely anything there.
He looked down at himself too. It made Anna Elizabeth clamber up on her elbows so she could crane her neck and try to look between her thighs. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," Pater mumbled, "everything's fine. Perhaps the weddings were too close. It doesn't matter. Lie down!" he snapped. Then he turned his eyes to me and pointed at my wife. The sneer returned to his lips as he spoke. "Now you can have a turn!" he jeered.
I took a deep breath and thought of Yasha's words. There was something I had to say first.
"No."
Chapter 18
The smirk fell from Pater's lips, replaced by first shock, then a scowl. "What?" he growled.
"No," I said and shook me head.
He paused for a moment, shaken by my response. "So you are not a Brave Brother but a coward?!?" he roared.
"No," I replied. Every time I said the word I felt as if I were drawing more and more of his power for myself.
"How dare you?!?" He slammed his fist against the wall. Some flecks of stone crumbled and fell to the floor.
I looked at Anna Elizabeth. She was staring at me with wide, panic-filled eyes. I'd never seen her look anything but in control. There was something wild and wonderful about the look she had on. So unpractised. So real. I knew this was the moment. I looked into her eyes and spoke Yasha's words.
I have loved you since we met and I will love you 'till we die, But my heart will break in two if I am spurned!
Even love like mine will flounder in a wretched place like this, The strongest love will fade if not returned!
Meet me in the morning on the road towards the hill, We can walk away together hand in hand!
I will know then that you've chosen me and love instead of lust, And we'll spend our lives together 'till the end!"
The two of them stood staring at me in silence for quite some time. Even Pater Rex, who I'd never seen surprised, had his mouth open and was shaking his head.
Anna Elizabeth's expression had taken on look of wonderment and curiosity and I loved her even more for that. It dawned on me in that moment that I'd never seen her acting this spontaneously. It was as if she were really feeling something she hadn't felt before and didn't have a mask ready for how she should look.
"Matthew," Pater Rex said, shattering the moment she and I were sharing. "You know not what you do!" The last words came out in a thunderous roar that seemed to shake the building itself and made me stagger back.
But there was nothing he could do to me anymore. Now that I'd said what I'd said there was only one thing to be done. Leave. And wait. "I know exactly what I do," I said calmly and began to walk towards the door.
Pater Rex roared behind me, an unholy sound that chilled me to the core. Then he burst into a fit of violent laughter that made me turn to see him doubled over. "You ignorant fool!" he jeered, pointing his finger at me. "She'll never come and meet you! Ha! How could she ever go to you if she has this?!?" He yanked his flaccid cock up with one hand and shook it at me.
I did lean back but only for fear of being sprayed by some of the residue on it. When he let it flop back between his legs, I turned to Anna Elizabeth. "I love you. If you feel that way about me, I'll be waiting. On the road down the hill." I opened the door and stepped out into the dark hall beyond.
It was a cold night and the wind was howling but I knew I couldn't return to my room. I was sure I was no longer welcome in that great stone house so I made my way to the heavy double doors and braced myself for a night outside.
"Matthew!"
The sound of someone calling my name from out of the darkness startled me but I didn't yell or scream this time. It felt like nothing could be worse than what I'd just been through. Some of the courage I'd gained had stayed with me even after I'd left the room. I turned and peered into the long hall. It was Yasha.
"And?!? What happened?!?" he spoke in hushed tones and pulled me into the shadows.
I pulled back. "What you said would happen," I replied. "I spoke the words you taught me."
"You did?" he asked, his eyes growing wide. "You actually did it?"
I was puzzled. "Of course I did. Why?"
"I...I just made that up. It's a terrible rhyme. I made it up because...because..." he lowered his eyes. "Oh Matthew, I'm ashamed to say it."
I took another step back. Something didn't feel right. "You made it up? You made it up?!? Why?!?" I roared. Had I really just done what I'd done on this man's whim?
"Matthew, I'm sorry I didn't think you'd do it! It was just a joke! I thought you would end up in the counting room with the rest of us and we would all laugh but..." He looked up and now I saw the same awe and wonder in his eyes that I'd seen in Anna Elizabeth's. He reached out with his fingers and touched my cheek, as if he were making sure that I was real. "You...did it," he whispered.
"You lied," I replied.
And then a madness seemed to fill his eyes as he cracked a crooked grin. "You did it. You did it! You did it!!!" he shouted. He jumped up, clapped his hands above his head and clicked his heels together. Then he spun around and ran down the hall, arms flailing in the air yelling "He! Did! It!"
I shook my head. I didn't care what he'd done or what I'd said to make him go mad like the hatter. What was done was done and couldn't be undone. And now, even if I'd wanted to march back into the wedding chamber and undo it there was something else stopping me. It was a feeling inside, a growing thing that made my chest swell and put a swagger in my step.
It was pride. I was proud of what I'd done and now that I'd felt it, I would never go back to the old Matthew. That story was over. This was not just going to be a chapter. I was going to start a whole new book.
I leaned against the heavy wooden door and pressed against the wind, out into the night.
I spent the night sitting on the road that led down the hill. The same road we'd come up on the bus. Every once in a while the thought that Anna Elizabeth might not show up in the morning would weaken my resolve but every time I worked through it. There was no going back. No matter how much I loved her, unless she loved me back, I would not be happy just following her where she wanted me to go. If she did not come, I would have to find my own way home. I would have to embark on my new story alone.
As the first beams of the rising sun broke over the horizon I felt that same calm return to me again. No matter what happened I was happy that all of this had happened.
Morning broke. The sun rose into the middle of the sky. I watched the shadows shrink then almost disappear as noon drew near. And with it came a heavy dread. As the minutes ticked by I began to accept the unthinkable. Anna Elizabeth was not coming. I had given her a choice and she had made it. She had chosen Pater Rex and Gentle over me.
I put a hand on my forehead and gave myself a moment to wallow in my grief. Not all stories had a happy ending. This was something I had yet to learn. I'd spent my life avoiding sadness, running from pain. I'd been so scared by it that I'd been ready to do anything for anyone who could ke
ep it at bay.
The funny thing was, now that it was here, now that I was feeling the worst of it, it wasn't really all that bad. It was just another story and it, too, would end. I took a deep breath. It was time to get up. It was time to get moving. It was time to start the next story. My story.
A gust of wind swept down the hill and raced past me down into the valley. It brought with it a sound. A distant sound. A dull, rhythmic whisper. I cocked my head. It didn't sound like anything I'd heard in these parts. Not animals. Not the rustle of wind in the trees. What was it?
Voices. I turned. The sound grew louder. As I strained to hear it, I realized it was coming from up the hill. The sound grew louder still. The voices became clearer. I heard a word here or there. Shouting? No. Singing. The sound of men's voices singing up the hill.
As I stared up the gravelly road that led to Gentle heads began to bob where it crested. Then bodies. Then the full glory of a line of green-visored men came into view. They had their arms linked and their mouths were open in song.
I have loved you since we met and I will love you 'till we die.
The sound of the words ringing down into the valley sent a shiver down my spine. The column of men approached. The accountants. The accountants were marching toward me. But why were they singing? And who had let them out of the counting room?
But my heart will break in two if I am spurned!
My heart swelled at the sight of the once broken men swaying in time with their song as they marched towards me.
Even love like mine will flounder in a wretched place like this, Had they, too, broken free of their oppressors? Had what I'd done inspired them to leave this place?!?
The strongest love will fade if not returned!
The wall of men parted. The steady crescendo of violins playing a phrase that rose to the heavens filled the air.
And there she was. My Anna Elizabeth. Wearing only the thin, white robe, her feet stepping gingerly along the gravel road. As her eyes rested upon me, her mouth softened. Her cheeks raised, her lips curled and soon she was smiling, arms outstretched.
I broke into a run. I ran like I'd never run before. Up the hill, my feet slipping on the loose gravel, heart pumping, lungs burning until I was in front of her. I crashed into her waiting arms and wrapped mine around her. I picked her up and held her tightly and inhaled the soft flowery fragrance of her hair as the men formed a circle around us and sang:
Meet me in the morning on the road towards the hill, We can walk away together hand in hand!
I will know then that you've chosen me and love instead of lust, And we'll spend our lives together 'till the end!"
As the last echoes of their voices raised in harmony faded in the hills, the circle parted to reveal a dark robed figure in a hood standing up the road. His shoulders were slouched, his breathing seemed laboured. He lifted his head and I looked into his bloodshot eyes.
Pater Rex.
"Bring her to me," he said in a deep growl. He extended a claw from beneath the robe, towards us. "Bring her to me!!!" he screamed.
Instead of fear, instead of that deep and unending fear I'd felt all my life, I felt elation and power and courage. I stepped in front of my beautiful angel and met his gaze. "No," I said. "This is what I must do."
A snarl tore along his lips again as he raised both hands up to the sky in a furious roar. "Noooooooo!" His body began to shake. His dark hands trembled as he screamed.
The men around me gasped and staggered back.
"Steady, boys. Steady," I said, rallying them. "It won't be long now."
This seemed to give them courage because they stood their ground. We all stared at Pater Rex who now seemed to be shrinking.
I shook my head in disbelief. Could it really be true? Yasha had said it was just a joke but my fortitude seemed to be sapping him of his power.
His broad shoulders and thick arms withered until he looked like an old man, hunched over and tired. With one final, gasping breath the robe fell to the ground, crumpling from the absence of a body inside it. A thin wisp of smoke snaked up through the air from where the robe had fallen.
And just like that, Pater Rex was gone.
We stood in silence, staring in disbelief at what had happened.
After a few minutes, one of the men spoke. "W-what now? What do we do now?"
I looked around at the group. There was a confusion and fear in their eyes. Fear at what the future held. I knew what I had to do.
"Gentlemen, go and get your wives."
They looked back and forth at one another. Some looked at me. Then, as if some spirit of courage inhabited them all at the same time, turned up the hill and with mighty warrior's cries began to run. To face their destiny.
I turned to Anna Elizabeth. She was shocked, but smiling. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. "You came," I whispered. "I didn't think you would come."
"I'm here," she answered, staring into my eyes. "I'm here with you."
"What happened? Last night after I left, what happened?"
She shook her head and smiled. "It doesn't matter. We're here now. But Matthew?"
"Yes?"
"What do we do next?"
I returned her smile. "We seal our wedding vows."
Chapter 19
We walked into the forest and found a dell where the sun was beaming down onto the grass and heating it. I took her to the center of it and kissed her on the lips again. Then I pushed my tongue into her mouth, owning it until she pushed back with hers. As our tongues danced together I found the button at the center of her white robe and twisted it free so that her robe slipped away. I stepped back.
My cock rallied at the sight of her soft, white flesh looking almost golden in the noonday sun. I tore at my shirt and yanked my belt open and soon was standing naked and erect before her too. I leaned closer, so that I could kiss her again but she pushed me away with gentle fingers on my chest. I looked down at the two soft orbs of her breasts. I raised my hands and let them settle on her soft pillows, kneading their warmth then letting my fingers trail to her nipples I pinched them gently.
Anna Elizabeth smiled. She sank down onto her knees before me. She reached up and wrapped her slender fingers around cock. It throbbed at her touch. She looked up with a mischievous grin. Then she leaned forward and ever so gently let it sink between her lips.
The wet heat of her mouth seared through to the root of my cock and tore up my spine. My whole body tensed as I felt her lick the underside in a slow swipe. Then she swept her tongue around the head of my cock and began to suck.
Her cheeks hollowed. Her head began to bob back and forth. The wet, slurping noise of her affection filled the forest. She began to move her hand in time with her mouth, squeezing me and coaxing me to an even stiffer hardness.
I groaned my pleasure. Already I could feel my cum pooling at the base of my shaft. My body tensed again preparing for release.
She popped off leaving my head bouncing in the wind. A tiny droplet of precum formed at my hole. She eyed it, smiling. Then she stuck her tongue out again and licked it off. She swallowed with a satisfied gulp.
The act left me breathless. This was my beautiful Anna Elizabeth, my angel, taking me inside herself for the first time.
She licked her full lips, satisfied at my taste. The ultimate gesture of submission and acceptance.
My inner animal came uncaged. I knelt before her, kissed her on the lips then pushed her back. With a hand behind her back I lowered her onto the soft grass.
She opened her thighs and spread her arms in welcome.
I needed to taste her first. I leaned lower, pressing my head between her legs. My nostrils flared at her salty-sweet smell. I plunged lower and pressed my lips against her hot cunt.
She gasped and her back arched as her legs locked around me, drawing me closer. My tongue flicked at her soft, soaked folds running up and down and tasting her wetness. I worked them apart finding an even hotter part of her, then I swept up until I fe
lt the tip of her engorged nub with my tongue.
"Oh Matthew," she breathed as I began to fondle her clit. I flicked it, then took it into my lips and sucked. It made her writhe beneath me. The sun was hot on my back. My cock was hard between my legs.
I didn't stop. As her hips began to buck and her grip tightened around me, I swam in slow circles around her, drooling down into her pussy and making her even wetter there. Soon she was bucking and her fingers found my hair. Her fist locked around a lock of it as she ground against me.
"Oh Matthew!" she cried, her voice calling to the hills. I felt her pleasure well. Her pussy leaked juices onto my chin. And still I sucked and flicked and swept tight circles around her. I looked up to see her twisting her own nipple between her fingers. She cried out. She began to come.
What a heaven it was to watch her flailing on the ground because of my mouth. A desperate need gripped me. A need to be inside of my sweet Anna Elizabeth. As her climax peaked, I slowed my sore tongue and let her coast down from the top of it. Then I scrambled up between her thighs.
She opened them, staring down at my cock between us. She grabbed it and pointed the head at her slick slit. This, this was the moment I had been waiting for. With a cringe and a moan, I drove myself inside my tight wife.
Her walls squeezed me as I slid in. Each inch inside of her brought fresh pleasure coursing through me. My body felt like it wasn't mine anymore. All I felt was the intoxicating pleasure that came from piercing her.
And from that deep, dark corner of my mind came the vision. The vision of holding her open. The vision of that dark cock filling her. The vision of that dark cock throbbing as it spewed.
"Matthew," she whispered against my thrusts. "There was barely any of him inside me last night. He was spent. I cleaned what little was left. I cleaned it so I could take your seed. So that we could be sure."
"Agh!" I grunted as I fucked her harder. Sure. Sure of what? That the baby would be mine? The aching need filled my entire being. I began to fuck her fast and hard. My cock pounded into her pussy as she lay splayed in the meadow, ready for my gift.