Later that night while everyone else is in their rooms, I'm sitting on the edge of the bed overthinking what had happened and making plans as to how we're going to end this betrayal towards the goddess.
Giving myself a headache, I yawn and rub my eyes.
Getting up, I blow out the candle illuminating the room and make my way back to the bed in nothing but underwear, to drift off to sleep.
With the rain finally finished, the window is slightly opened and the blinds spread apart to let in the moon light and the breeze.
Under the covers, before I can drift off to the dreams that await me, I hear a slight knock at the door.
Thinking that it's Rona who's too emotional to sleep, I get up and head to the door to open it but by my surprise it wasn't Rona but Isabella.
"Isabella, what's wrong?" I ask concern and confused.
"Did I wake you?" Brushing her hair back and blushing from ear to ear and not making eye contact.
"No, I wasn't asleep. Is something the matter?"
"Can I come in?"
Moving out the way, opening the door more so that she can make her way inside. "Yes."
She walks in and stops halfway through the room. I shut the door behind her and walk to go light back the candle.
"No, you don't have to do that." She says in a quiet voice.
"Okay." Now beginning to get skeptical, I sit at the edge of my bed prepared for anything.
"I have no intentions on hurting you, Nico." Looking through the window.
"So why are you here Isabella?" Not believing her words.
"Why does your sister hate me?"
"She doesn't hate you personally, she hates all creatures born of darkness."
"Why?" Glancing over her shoulder at me.
"That's a long and sad story." Looking at her feet.
"I want to know."
Looking up at her once again. "Okay."
"Ten years ago, me and my father went hunting for dinner while Rona was home practicing her magic. We were in the forest of Ghura hunting white cabbit, then we were ambushed by a demon wolf pack."
Isabella takes a seat next to me.
"We fought them for hours but they outnumbered us and outsmarted us. We weren't prepared to fight them. The leader was huge, with scars all over its body. He surprise attacked me, giving me this scar on my back, if not for father jumping in the way of his next attack, I would have died instead of him. After that he just called off the rest of the pack and disappeared in the trees leaving us there to die. I blacked out from the lost of blood and the next thing I knew, I was at home wrapped up in bandages while Rona was outside next to father's dead body crying."
"She blames herself for the death of her father." Isabella says while holding my hand.
"Yes and after a few months, she hunted down and killed every last one of them."
"Wow." Shocked.
"I understand now."
"Her scythe was crafted from the core of the leader."
"I'm sorry I asked."
"It's okay."
"What about your mother?"
Looking over to meet her eyes. "Our mother died when we were infants, neither of us know who she was."
"So you've been alone all that time?" She asks more to herself than to me.
"No, we had Luis."
"Oh, right."
"Yeah." I look back down to the floor.
"So there's nothing I can do to make her accept me."
"I'm afraid not, but don't worry about it."
"So what about Mira, she's a feline?"
"You'll have to ask her about that."
"Oh, okay."
"Is there anything else that you want to..." before I knew what was happening Isabella was kissing me, her tongue wrapping around mine and saliva running down our chins.
I push her away in confusion. "What are you doing?"
She gets up to face me. "Were you telling the truth when you said I was beautiful?"
"Why would I lie about something like that?"
She blushes once again. "Every since you told me that, I can't stop thinking about you, my heart pounds, my ears are hot and I get this feeling between my legs."
Not knowing what to say are do I just sit there, watching her twitch and rubbing her thighs together.
"Nora said I should talk to you and let you take responsibility."
"She said that?" I ask more to myself than her.
"I'm not exactly sure as to what she means by 'take responsibility', do you?"
"No." Obviously lying.
"I've never been with a man before, so I hope, you'll be gentle with me."
Her eyes filled with lust and embarrassment, she takes off her gown and panties revealing her flawless skin before me. Seeing her curvaceous body, I'm getting excited, my underwear getting tighter as I get hard.
"Are you sure, you can't be a nun anymore if we go through with this, you know that right?" Questioning her.
"I do." She steps closer and closer, until her stomach is right in front of my face.
"Take responsibility Nicholas." She says in a seductive voice.
I say nothing.
"Don't you want me?" She sits on my lap with her legs spread, her knees on the bed and eye level with me.
Feeling her warm wetness through my underwear, I say. "I do."
I wrap my hands around her and kiss her, with our tongues playing with each other I get harder bulging against her wet lips.
After a few moments of passionate kissing, I stand with her legs wrapped around my waist. I turn and lay her on the bed looking deeply in her eyes, I pull down my underwear revealing my enlarged self to her. She gasps as she stares at me.
"Are you sure that can fit?" She questions while closing her legs.
"It will hurt but trust me." Is all I say in return.
"Okay."
I climb on top of her, placing my hands on either side of her flat stomach. Looking her in the eyes, I go down to kiss her lips, then her neck, then her collar bone and I make my way to her warm breast and erected nipples.
With one hand on the bed, the other on her breast I suck on the other nipple.
My tongue caressing her nipple, making her twitch and moan in pleasure. She covers her mouth with the unexpectance of her own moan.
Gently squeezing her nipple, I make my way down to stomach. I put my tongue in her navel making her spread her legs further apart.
I get up, kneeling in front of her. I push her legs upward, holding her thighs. Placing my head between her legs.
"What are you going to do down there?" Questioning me with her hands over her face and looking through her fingers.
I say nothing. Giving her a seductive look before refocusing on her swollen clit in front of me.
I slightly open my mouth, my tongue hanging out with saliva on it. I lick her lips open and begin to gently suck on her clit. With me sucking her most sensitive area she tries to move by which makes her moan ever more in pleasure.
After a few moments of the constant suction of my mouth, she orgasm, leaving my mouth full of her vaginal juices. With me swallowing her orgasmic juices, I lose my self. I can't think clearly nor can I restrain myself any longer.
Kneeling in front of her again, I place her legs on my shoulders and with my enlarged, erected penis, I rub the head against her clit in a up and down motion and spread open her lips. I gently push just the head inside of her, making her gasp for air and grip the sheets.
Seeing this. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, don't stop." She replies.
"Am I too rough?"
"No, it feels good."
I slowly move my hips so that I go in more. After halfway I pull out and head back in, a little more with each stroke.
"More, give me more."
Hearing this, I lose myself. I start pounding all the way inside of her, making her scream out my name in pleasure.
I lay myself over her pushing her legs over her head and I slow down, giving her deep slow strokes.
After what seemed like hours, I stop just before I orgasm.
"What do you want me to do?" I ask.
She pulls me closer and whispers. "Make me yours."
I nod and begin again, slow and deep.
I orgasm, releasing all my seed inside her. The bed is soaked with our sweat and bodily fluids.
I roll over and look at her. "What now?"
"I said make me yours." Looking into my eyes.
"Okay." I say before drifting off to sleep from what seems like fatigue.