Adva

by Daniela Jackson

  He pushes his cock into my pussy and buries himself inside me balls deep. I whimper at the pain from his intrusion, jerking my body away, but he pins me down to the table with his weight. His fingers are laced with mine. His hot breath puffs on my cheek.

  “You see,” he rasps. “You’re wet for me. Soaking wet. You naughty little mermaid.”

  “You’ve ordered me to be wet for you.”

  “No, I have no ability to order you to be aroused for me. You want me, Adva, as badly as I want you.”

  I’m a mermaid. I’m not allowed to feel desire for him. Yet, his massive cock stretching my pussy gives me pleasure. And even more pain. I’m dwelling in this hot mixture of contradicting sensations. It’s like a torture, yet I crave it. I’m full. I’m stretched like never before.

  I feel his fingers slide down my mound and search for my sensitive nub. He rubs it with his thumb, jolting me as his mouth caresses my neck—hot kisses, licks of his tongue, scratches from his teeth.

  I am aroused and I want my release. I haven’t been with a man since Rive was born.

  I yield myself to Conah.

  My back arches against his chest as he works me faster. Our lips meet, and I welcome his fierce tongue, his hot mouth, and his unshaven cheeks. I welcome his cock fucking me slowly, giving me bliss with each stroke. Giving me pain. My lips sting. My face burns. My tummy tightens. I shatter into a million pieces, moaning my satisfaction.

  My mind is still whirling as Conah picks up the pace. He fucks me hard and fast. Every thrust gives me both pain and pleasure. He grips my hips and tumbles me down to the floor. I’m on all fours and he’s kneeling behind me. My shoulders dip as he pounds into me faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Our breaths, the smell of our sweat and desire, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass mix. That creates a hot and sweet reality—a torture I want to last forever. I want more. I want harder. I shatter again, screaming and trembling. I feel his body stiffen then tremble as his cock thickens even more and he moans his ecstasy. He thrusts into me two more times and exhales.

  As he steadies his breath, he pulls out and tears my clothes off me. He scoops me up in his arms and lays me on my bed. I don’t move just watch him strip and lie down beside me.

  The haze in my head clears, and I hate him. I hate him so much that I want to kill him.

  He pulls the comforter up to cover us both and kisses my cheek, enclosing me in his embrace. We’re lying on our sides, facing the same direction.

  “I can feel you,” he says with amusement. “I think I should punish you.”

  He turns me on my back and crawls on top of me. His lips land on mine as he drives his hard cock into my pussy.

  We kiss with passion.

  My pussy betrays me once more.

  I spread my thighs wide for him.

  I open my mouth wide for him.

  I want him to fuck me until I dissolve into forgetfulness.

  Conah

  She’s so tight and hot I feel insane. Everything is perfect about her—her plump lips swollen from my kisses, her flushed cheeks, and the pain on her face.

  I put my hands on either side of her head as she arches her neck back. I graze her chin and move my hips against hers. She gasps and shivers.

  Adva is so mine. The best thing in my life, except Heather. I sense goodness from my wife each time our eyes meet. And her rebellion each time our lips meet.

  I will teach her to be obedient. I will teach her to love me. Then I will teach her to be my equal.

  I thrust into her hard and almost cum. It feels so good to be inside her. I’m too big for her but she can take the pain and enjoy it. Good. I love her tormented expression. I love her cunt clenched around my cock.

  I haven’t been with a woman for a very long time. My whole life has been about Heather.

  I need to fuck. I need to fuck my wife raw. I need to see pain and pleasure mix on her face.

  I grip Adva’s ankles and put her calves on my shoulders then go deeper inside of her. Fuck. It’s heaven.

  Heather was right.

  My little wife will make a very happy man out of me.

  Adva whimpers as I fuck her hard, her body taut, but I don’t stop.

  I’ll fuck a baby into her. I’ll tie her to me. I’ll give her whatever she asks for.

  Then her wise eyes will fill with warmth when she looks at me.

  She’s much older than me. I’m a boy to her.

  A boy who’s going to fuck her brains out.

  “Good, baby?” I rasp.

  “Good,” she hums.

  “You love my big cock, don’t you?” I slam into her as my balls slap against her cunt.

  She whimpers and digs her fingers into my neck. I go deeper and she arches beneath me.

  I’m all ravenous instinct.

  I dip my finger into her juices and circle her tight hole with my fingertip. I push in. Her insane eyes flutter and she throws her arms over her head. I pump my finger in and out.

  “Good?” I ask.

  “Good,” she hums.

  Chapter 2

  Conah

  I’m on the brink as her cunt contracts around my cock and she cries out her ecstasy. I pound into her a few more times. Blackness covers my vision as my pleasure rolls over me. Adva takes her legs off my shoulders and pushes at my chest.

  “What is it, sweetheart?” I ask, my mind still hazy.

  “Get off me.”

  I close her sweet mouth with mine and kiss her deeply. Her body grows limp beneath mine, and she moans softly.

  I just don’t get it. She will spread her legs for me; she will enjoy me fucking her, but she doesn’t want to be nice to me.

  “I love you,” I say.

  I don’t know what else to say.

  She snorts. “How do you know this, huh? We met merely a few hours ago.”

  “I just know.”

  “I don’t love you.”

  I like her attitude, in fact. It makes me grow hard again.

  I grip her hips, turn her over on her stomach, and dip my fingers into her heat. She’s so fucking wet—my naughty mermaid that’s lying to herself. So filled up with my cum.

  “You want a shower?” I ask.

  She crawls off the bed and we go to the bathroom. We step into the shower cabin and I turn on the hot water. Steam envelops us. I allow the water to massage my back for a moment then I pull Adva to me. Her back rests against my chest. I insert my thumb into her mouth and she sucks it eagerly.

  “You see,” I kiss her cheek. “You love me.”

  I bend her so her palms rest against the green tiling and I enter her pussy from behind. I shove my two fingers into her tight hole and plough her again to the point of total exhaustion. Hers, of course.

  I thought I’d been in love with Tamara. How wrong I was. I should have killed that bitch when I got a chance. Adva is everything to me. She’s my first and my last love. She’s my life.

  Tamara is the target on my list. I’ll fucking smash her the moment I see her again.

  As Adva lies down on the bed and drifts off into oblivion, I slide into my jeans and go to the bar.

  My eyes sweep over the room. Kadmiel is lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket.

  “My wife kicked me out of our bedroom,” he says.

  “My wife almost passed out.”

  He grins at me. “Lucky you. Rive said she wouldn’t touch me for one hundred years.”

  “You’re too soft with her.”

  He nods at me. “You may be right.”

  I pour myself a shot of vodka and down it in one gulp then wave a bottle of vodka to my brother, but he shakes his head.

  “In case my wife changed her mind,” he says.

  I nod and drop into the armchair. “Thank you for everything. My daughter is very happy. She loves your girls and I’m happy to be useful here.”

  “You’re only Prospect.” Kadmiel sits up, putting his elbows on his thighs. “A very shitty job. Ask Ettrian. He knows somethin
g about being a prospect.”

  “It’s better than sleeping in some stinking caves or half-ruined barns. We’ve been on the run for so long.”

  Kadmiel looks at me as his jaw muscles twitch. “You should have come earlier. I have four daughters. No kid should live like Heather.”

  “I couldn’t. It had to be like this.”

  Silence layers us for a moment.

  Kadmiel clears his throat. “Adva—“

  “I’ll take care of her. I give you my word.”

  “She deserves to be happy.”

  “She’ll be very happy with me.” I thread my fingers through my hair. “Eventually.”

  Kadmiel laughs. “You’d better not underestimate her. Adva is wise and full of eccentric ideas.”

  I salute him. “She’s tough, but I know how to break her.” I huff out and change the topic, “You don’t want to break Ettrian’s jaw?”

  “I want to keep my family alive. I need Ettrian and his magic. And I need my daughter on my side. I want all the people here to be safe.”

  “Me too.” I nod several times. “Your job is shitty. I will just follow the orders, but you have to make all the decisions.”

  He threads his fingers through his hair, his gesture so similar to mine. “We really pissed them off. I mean the archangels.”

  “Yep. The archangels won’t stop until they erase us all. You break the rules—you die.”

  The sound of light footsteps makes me turn my face towards the stairs. Rive emerges from the darkness, her eyes red from crying. She takes a sharp breath and squalls like a child.

  Kadmiel jumps on his feet and leaps towards her, enclosing her in his arms.

  “Rive, baby, tell me what it is?” he asks as she shakes in his embrace.

  “Nineve,” she says. “Nineve.” She cries and trembles. “She’s dead. Dead. I can feel it.” She breathes and convulses then stops breathing, her eyes imperceptive. “Dead. And so is Carl. Dead.”

  “Who’s Nineve?” I ask.

  “Adva’s other daughter,” Kadmiel says.

  Ice fills my veins. A force urges me to check on my wife, and I dart to Adva’s bedroom.

  As I tumble inside the room, I see my wife sitting on the bed with a knife in her hand. Her other wrist is bleeding heavily. Redness marks the sheets. I jump on the bed and tear the knife from her hand, tossing it onto the floor. It clatters, making her shudder.

  “Let me die,” Adva murmurs. “My daughter just died.”

  “No fucking way. I forbid you to leave me.” I wrap my arms around her and push my healing energy into her.

  She starts crying. “My daughter is dead. I can’t live longer than her.”

  “We’ll get through this together.” I kiss the top of her head and hold her in my tight embrace until my energy sends her into a deep sleep.

  I loosen the grip around her and hold her in my arms for a few more minutes then remove the covers contaminated by her blood and lie back beside her until the sun rises to its peak. She shivers, squeals then opens her eyes and glances at me with the sheer hatred burning like fire in hell.

  “Let me die,” she pleads, her body shaking in arms.

  Anger surges through me. “Heather needs you, woman.”

  “I can’t… not like this… I can’t.”

  “You can. I forbid you to die. I forbid you to become a human.” I’m using my powers, my authority over her, but there’s no other way. “Heather has waited for you so long.”

  My daughter needs her more than her deceased daughter does—that’s what my rationality tells me.

  She nods several times, resignation like a grey shadow on her face. “So, I’ll be for her until she’s mature enough.”

  “No. You’ll be with me, with us, until I die. You understand, woman? You. Are. Mine. Forever.”

  ***

  Why are funerals always rainy?

  The chill of the air bites my face as the thick drops of spring rain prick my skin like needles.

  Two caskets are descending into the grave. My brother told me about Carl and Nineve. I was surprised with his warm feelings for them.

  Well, he’s no angel. He can make friends with humans and mourn them when they die in a car crash.

  I’m still learning not to be an angel. For Heather. And now for Adva so I can support her even though I don’t give a shit about human Nineve or her human husband, Carl. Or humans in general. Humans die—immortals don’t unless someone knows the way to kill us. That’s how it works on earth.

  I’m standing beside Adva as Nineve’s three children shoot me curious glances. They’re all adults—one woman and two men.

  “Conah,” Adva murmurs and pulls my hand.

  I turn my face to her and see her eyes roll back. Her body sways so I shoot my arms towards her and scoop her up.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” I say as I draw her closer to me.

  Heather shelters us with a black umbrella and glances at Adva with concern.

  My wife hasn’t touched food for three days. She’s been floating in the grey void of her despair and pain. I don’t know how to help her.

  My glance meets Rive’s. Her face is pale, eyes red and swollen. A gust of wind ruffles her long black dress as two wet tendrils of her hair cling to her cheeks. A memory flashes through my head—I’m killing a vampire. She’s haughty, beautiful in an evil way. My sword swishes and her head falls off her neck.

  I don’t like killing female vampires but those bitches can drain even three humans to death every night.

  I look at my brother. Kadmiel wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. I don’t know whether I see tears or raindrops on his face.

  Heather strokes Adva’s arm and my wife’s hand searches for hers. Their fingers lace together.

  The priest says another prayer and the attendants of the funeral start throwing soil into the grave. Rive throws tiny white shells and they clatter against the caskets. Talia adds one feather from her wings. Kai and Ettrian throw a handful of sea sand and a few pieces of rock. Another wave of clatters wafts through the air.

  “Adva, sweetheart, do you want to give them your gift?” I ask gently.

  “Yes,” she rasps.

  I let her slide down and she puts her feet on the grassy ground. She takes her crown out of the bag hanging across her chest. The crown is made of a very rare species of seaweed and glitters like emeralds—the family treasure passed on to the next generations.

  Nineve’s children watch us with dread as I move towards the grave, supporting Adva. The crown bangs against one of the caskets. Sadness pricks my heart.

  Right. It seems like staying with my family has already started to change me.

  I scoop Adva up in my arms.

  Kadmiel bows his head at the humans and gestures for us to go back to the compound.

  I hide behind the medieval chapel in the corner formed by a stone wall and a wheelie bin. My wings appear from my back.

  My wife starts crying as her body trembles in my arms.

  I can’t stand her pain. It stabs my heart similar to Heather’s eyes when she was smaller and asked me to find her a mom. I push my energy into Adva and she drops off into oblivion. My wings rustle, and I take us both to the compound.

  As I lay her on our bed, she squeals in her dream. I push more of my energy into her and cover her with the comforter.

  Heather walks into the bedroom. She lays her hand on my shoulder and nods at me.

  “They’re waiting for us,” she murmurs.

  “I know.”

  “It’ll be alright, Dad.”

  “I know, sweetheart.”

  We go to the bar to eat a funeral meal and drink vodka.

  Kadmiel raises his shot glass. “To Nineve.”

  “To Nineve,” my family says with one voice.

  Their pain of loss pricks my skin then wraps around my heart like a veil. It amazes me, touches me. My eyes turn glassy and my surrounding blur for an instant. Fucking hell. I’m getting soft.

&n
bsp; “To Carl,” Kadmiel says. “He was a damn good mechanic.” His voice falters and his eyes turn glassy for a split second. “And a damn good man.”

  “Aye,” all the boys say.

  We start eating.

  My mind drifts away to my memories—

  —Heather and I are on the run. We’ve just moved into a cave that we’re going to share with a bunch of bats. My daughter is nine years old. She helps me gather dried leaves and dried moss up and we form two beds.

  “It’s cool, Dad. I like it here.” Excitement wavers in her voice.

  “It will do for a month or two.” I wince as the smell of the bats’ droppings and humidity whips my nostrils. “I promise we’ll find something nicer when it’s safer in populated areas.”

  I tidy up the area in the centre of the cave and start the fire. Heather twirls around the flames, her joy travelling in the air. Pain squeezes my heart at her misery.

  “I’m happy, Dad. Don’t worry.”

  Tears prick my eyes.

  Maybe one day we’ll have a normal home. A normal family. Safety.

  Heather spreads her shimmery white wings and they flap. She vanishes.

  “Fuck,” I growl with fury and freeze with my arms outspread and hands ready to claw at something.

  I told her not to do this. I can’t track her. I can only hope she doesn’t put herself in trouble and comes back soon.

  She’s back the next moment.

  “What did I tell you?” I yell. “It’s dangerous. Heather, you know the rules.”

  Her eyes turn glassy. Two crystal blue tears glitter on her cheeks.

  I pull her into my embrace. “Don’t do this again. It’s very dangerous. I can’t lose you, little bat.”

  “I saw her,” she gasps.

  “Who?”

  “My mom.”

  Ice fills my veins. “I told you your mother was evil. She wants to kill you. I told you this, remember?”

  “No, Dad, I saw my mermaid mom. She’s so beautiful.” Her body trembles as excitement radiates from her and creeps into me.

  She frees herself from my hug and starts dancing around the fire, her sighs and gasps filling the air, almost tangible.

  I’m stunned.