Micah

She rests in my arms, her steady breath like a sweet hot temptation. It’s brushing my chest as her smell teases my nostrils. She smells of me. Of sex. Of wild roses.

It feels good.

Her declaration is still banging against my brain. Hope pervades my heart. Maybe everything will be alright. Maybe we’ll have our happiness. Maybe we’ll have more kids and a real family.

I just want to be happy and loved.

We roll on our sides, facing the same direction.

“Micah,” she shrieks.

“We’ll get through this together.”

“What are we going to tell the baby?” She sniffles.

“The truth. One day when the baby is old enough.”

“Theo… I…”

“Me too, baby girl.”

We rest then I get up and prepare lunch. We eat and go have a shower together.

We enter the bathroom, strip and step into the shower cabin. I turn on the water and steam envelops us as Talia stands opposite me.

I push the shower gel dispenser and rub my hands together then lather my wife’s breasts. Her nipples harden and she tilts her head, biting her lower lip. My little temptress.

“When did you learn to be a woman?” I ask.

“Micah,” she groans and clings to me.

My hard dick throbs against her tummy.

“I remember,” I start.

Talia covers my mouth with her hand. “Don’t spoil the moment.”

I take her wrist and plant a kiss in the hollow of her palm. “It’s just that—“

Talia growls.

I know I’m pissing her off, but it strikes me each time I see her naked that I used to babysit her.

“I can be a woman,” she says, planting a kiss on my chest.

My body shivers under her touch.

I want her to be a woman.

My dick wants her to be a woman. My dick wants to be inside her mouth, but my brain rebels. She’s my Talia.

“That’s not inappropriate,” Talia says.

“Don’t read my mind.” I squeeze her ass cheek and smack it lightly.

She chuckles. “We’re bound. I can read your mind when you’re aroused.” Her tiny fingers close around my cock and she strokes me up and down.

My ravenous need to fuck her pulsates within me. My rationality fades, and I’m at her mercy.

Talia strokes me harder, squeezes my balls and lowers to her knees.

Fuck. My wife is going to suck my dick off.

She kisses the head of my cock and circles it with her tongue. Her blazing eyes meet mine. She licks a drop of precum that has emerged from the tip of my cock.

“You forgot,” she says in a seductive raspy voice.

“I forgot what?”

“That I’m part mermaid too.” She runs her tongue along my shaft and draws me deep into her mouth.

A growl escapes my mouth at her wetness and heat. A violent primal instinct awakes inside of me.

Talia bobs her head up and down my cock, taking me deeper and deeper. Heat shoots to my toes as I pull her hair together and hold her in place. I thrust into her mouth, making her gag. Her fingers dig into my thighs as I fuck her mouth with passion.

But, she can take me. She can take me deep into her mouth. It’s never been this intense and I’ve fucked a lot of female mouths in life. Her throat squeezes the head of my cock and a jolt of electricity surges through me, bringing me to the brink.

I fuck her harder. I fuck her mercilessly. And she takes every thrust.

My balls tighten. My body stiffens, and I moan my release, shooting my load down her throat. Blackness obscures my vision for a second of eternity as my whole being shatters.

I pull out as Talia swallows my cum and winks at me.

“That was,” I start.

“I told you.”

I hook her under her arms and lift her so her arms and legs wrap around me.

I haven’t finished with her yet. My dick grows hard again.

I step out of the shower cabin and carry her to our bed. I shove her on all fours. I kneel behind her and drive my cock into her tight cunt. Her inner walls clench around me, almost making me cum.

I grip her hips and pound into her. Her whimpers travel in the air. Her body rocks in rhythm with mine as the mattress screeches under us.

Her voice halts, and she thrashes in satisfaction as I cum just after her.

We collapse on the bed, steady our breaths, and drop off to sleep, our bodies tangled together.

I wake up as darkness seeps into the bedroom.

“Fuck,” I growl.

Kadmiel will smash me. We’re having church in the basement and I’m already late.

“Talia, baby—“

“Go, they’re waiting for you.” She sits up and kisses me. “They’re very pissed off. You’d better hurry.”

“I know.”

“Go.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I slide into my jeans, boots and grab my cut. Talia chuckles as I sprint towards the door and slip. My hand jerks to the side to find support against the doorframe. Then I dart towards the stairs and outside the building.

As I tumble into our office in the basement, Kadmiel raises his hand and shoots me a furious glance.

“Busy fucking your wife?” Sabrael says.

“Kind,” I glance at Kadmiel and drop into my seat, “of.”

Kadmiel hides his emotions behind a mask of rigidness, so I can’t sense him at all. Only the fire in his eyes tells me that he’s pissed off.

“What are the orders, Prez?” I ask.

“You’re gonna take Theo’s job permanently,” Kadmiel says.

“That’s fair,” I say.

“If I ever catch you staring at other women or treating my future grandchildren badly, I will make sure you end up in the urn,” Kadmiel says in a cold voice, yet I sense anger from him. He juts his chin towards Zarall. “The attic needs some work. If there are more women or more children—“

“There are only your daughters to choose from, Prez,” Sabrael says.

Kadmiel rolls his fingers into fists. “If any of you motherfuckers dares to look at my girls, I’ll put you in the urn with my bare hands.” He huffs out. “The attic will be Zarall’s task. Sabrael will take care of our protection wall.” He yawns, as his eyes turn glassy. “Fucking hell. I need a good sleep.”

It must be infectious because Sabrael follows him, then Zarall and Kadmiel again.

“No beer tonight,” Sabrael says and yawns.

Kadmiel leans back in the chair as his head drops. Sabrael emits a chuckle. Zarall rubs his eyes and sinks into the chair with his head resting against the backrest. Sabrael and I exchange glances then he puts his elbows on the table and rests his forehead against his forearm.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I growl as a yawn escapes my mouth.

I feel like I’m very drunk. My eyelids grow heavy.

“Kadmiel,” I say, shaking his arm, but there is no response.

The room fills with the sound of the boys’ steady breaths as uneasiness sits on my chest. Talia’s face flashes through my mind.

I rise to my feet, my chair screeching against the floor. “You fucking dicks. That’s not even funny.”

I shake Zarall’s arm, but he seems to be fast asleep.

Talia’s face flashes through my head again, as something pricks my skin. It feels like the touch of magic, but I’ve never experienced such magic. Maybe the witches’ stuff we use to protect the compound is playing some tricks on us?

I rush towards the door, climb the stairs leading to the bar and notice Adva lying on the couch. A rustle diverts my attention and I turn around. My eyes fix on Talia.

“My mom and sisters are asleep,” she squeaks, “and they don’t want to wake up. What’s going on, Micah?” She yawns and covers her mouth with her hand.

Her finger is bleeding.

“What happened to your finger, baby?” I ask.

“I pricked it with a needle.”

“A needle?”

“You know, Theo brought those needles from the black market,” she says. “The ones that sew by themselves. I wanted to repair a rip in one of your t-shirts. I wanted to be a good wife, you know.” She winks at me as a smile parts her lips.

Her body sways, and I leap to her to catch her in my embrace.

“Talia,” I say.

Her eyes close as her body grows limp in my arms. I lay her on the couch as a strange sound diverts my attention. It’s coming from outside of the clubhouse. At first, it’s a rustle like somebody is walking on a carpet of autumnal leaves. The sound gets louder and is accompanied by crackling and banging. The earth trembles under my feet and the glass in the windows rings. I flick my eyes over Talia and dart outside the clubhouse. The noise deafens me as my eyes roam over the wall of vegetation surrounding the compound, rising up to the sky, thickening. The branches of bushes and trees lengthen, entwine, slither up, down and to the sides like they’re alive.

Dizziness fills my head, as my muscles weaken like never before. I fall on my knees and yawn. My body collapses on the ground as my vision narrows. A leaf settles on my forehead then a wall of thick blackness cuts me off from reality.