"What do you mean? Wouldn't that person be dead if their soul was divided?" Rakara looks confused .
"No, as long as part of the soul exists in it's original body, they would remain alive. The other part of the soul would too as long as it's put into another living body. Would you consider that person to be a monster? How would you feel about them?"
She mulls over my words, "I don't know, I would pity them I guess. To live with out half of you seems like a bleak existence."
"What if I told you, you make me feel whole again?"
She stills and wide eyed looks up at me. "You.. only have half of your soul?"
I give her a thin smile that's more of a frown. "Yes. My punishment from my father, the Erlking. He kept the other half with him, that was more easily molded into what he wanted as a first born, and tossed me in to exile." I look away so she can't see the hurt in my eyes, but she merely takes my cheek in her palm and pulls it back to look at her.
"Bavarthos, you are not a monster. Even if your father split your soul in two, does not make you any less of a person to me...." She lays a kiss on my forehead. "Although I am curious, those smoke creatures that you said that they fill up the empty parts of you... do they occupy where the half of your soul once was?" She seems so innocent, the way her eyes large and twinkling, blink up at me.
"Yes, they do. They will not ever harm you by the way, even though I know they frighten you. They are curious, but they will not harm you or anyone I care about." I stroke her face with my palm cupping her chin to give her a kiss.
It's a chaste kiss, a peck. I can tell by her eyes, she has more questions.
"What are they?" Her curiosity is never endless with me and things I've told her about other worlds. I do not mind indulging her with the information she seeks.
"They are something that even they do not know what they should be called, especially here. You call them smoke creatures, I call them my shadows. They came to me a few months after I was split. They are intelligent beings and were curious as to why they could see a rift in their world. They ventured to the rift and were sucked through. Then they've been with me ever since."
She looks amazed, "They can talk to you?"
Shaking my head, "Not quite, they can show me imagery in my mind, it is like a form of communication. We misunderstand each other sometimes, but not most of the time."
Her lips pout out into a point, "Why do they only show up..."
"When I am angry or upset?" I watch her nod as I finish her sentence. "Mainly because those emotions tell them danger is nearby, so they come out to help protect me."
"They want to protect you?" Her question sounds more rhetorical, but I answer her anyways.
"They know they are still alive with me, if I die, they do not know what will happen to them."
She seems content with this answer, but inquires another thought, "Is it just intense emotions or certain emotions?"
"Both. Why do you ask?"
She blushes a deep crimson, "They are not around when we make love are they?"
OH....
"Um.. Yes, they are always around, they only make themselves visible when they need to."
Her face pales. I am quick to inform her, "They will not hurt you, Kara. I promise. They do not care what we are doing. They are curious at times, but they realize when something is private and don't pay attention. "
"Well that's reassuring to hear." Her relieved chuckle puts my mind at ease. I lay back against the pillows having her join me. I play with her curls, thoughtlessly, pulling them gently for them to spring back up. My heart swells with emotions, all because of this amazing woman in my arms. I do not know what to say to her, to explain how I feel.
She doesn't think I am a monster. She doesn't think of me as incomplete.
"Kara. Thank you." I whisper into her hair.
She snuggles up into my chest and holds on to me tightly, rubbing her cheek onto my shirt.
"I think I should be the one thanking you." She says quietly, clutching my vests fabric.
"Why do you say that, my love?" I place my hand on her hand that clutches my vest.
"Because, being part of organized crime, it is a little more serious than purchasing a piece of property." She quietly admits to me, clinging closer as if I had not realized and already processed this information prior.
"You are correct, it is more serious when viewed from that simplified perspective. I know of a situation that is a bit more serious than that between us." I offer her the chance to guess, or to question me, knowing she will question before she will guess.
"More serious?" She pushes up from my chest to look at me, perplexed and intrigued at my statement.
"Yes, our love and future together. I know that there is no one else for me in any world, but you. I would rather personally, rip my soul in two, than to live a life without you in it."
The room is quiet as my confession sinks in to her. Her face pinches in pain and tears form from her eyes, ready to fall like a flooded dam at its' breaking point. I caress her cheek, ready to wipe her tears away the second they fall.
"Bav, you really mean that?" Her lower lip trembles as a tear finally leaks out and over the rim of her eye.
Gently brushes the tear aside, I pull her face closer to meet mine halfway. It takes all my strength to compose my self seamlessly, but my emotions still gush forth as a tear falls down my own face as I inform her, "Always, I will always feel that way for you. From now until forever meets its end, I will always love you, Rakara."
Our lips meet in a soft, quivering kiss, both too full of our emotions to keep them in. By the end of our kiss, we both have trails from the tears, glistening off our cheeks. We wipe each others face, only to smile and burst out laughing, at the sudden onslaught of joy we feel, for each other, for the repair in the crack that was made between us, that would only make us stronger.
"No more secrets?" I inquire and promise her at the same time.
"No more secrets between us, but I must worn you what my superiors want me to do." Her face twists into a seriousness that I rarely see from her. "But I vowed I would never take advantage of you like that, so I will figure out a way to work around it."
This strong independent woman surprises me, "When did you take this vow?" I pause so I can hear her clearly.
She shies her gaze away for a moment, her nose and cheeks turning a shade rosier. "When I realized I cared for you."
I stroke my hand down her face to lift her chin back up to me. I feel my eyes become heavy, as I imbue my words with a hidden meaning.
"Please, take advantage of me in all that you desire to."
The corner of her lips starts to curl as an playful spark ignites in her eyes.
"Did I receive full permission to allow myself to do as I want, ... to use you, Mr. Fairchild?" That playful grin is now accompanied by her dainty hands, slowly popping the buttons of my vest open, with just the slide of her fingers around the fabric.
"Your hearing is impeccable, my dear." My eyebrows flick up at her as I return her playful grin, becoming excited over this playful and arousing banter.
She slides her leg over me, sitting up to straddle my hips as she continues unbuttoning my shirt.
"I must inform you, Kara, that this side of you is making me rather ravenous." I lift my center up to grind myself against her core, knowing she can feel my hunger growing more.
A sharp intake of breath through her open lips tells me she knows exactly what she is doing.
"Bav, now be a good boy... You did give me permission to take advantage of you and use you. You failed to mention the details of the offer, other than 'in all that I desire to.' If you distract me from my desires, are you full filling your side of the offer?" She is so coy and clever about how she words it, it's not my fault when my cock twitches against her in excitement.
She scoffs at me with a, "hmmph!"
Chuckling I shrug, "It doesn't have a brain dear, I can not control it's natural reflexes."
She laughs, "You speak as if it was not attached to your body."
"Maybe so, but can you blame it for wanting to be inside of yours?" My cock twitches again, because it's true. I want to buried so deep inside of her, filling her with my children again and again. I will wait for that day, for when she's ready for that, but I still fantasized in the meantime.
Her shrewd and lewd smile blazes into maddening delight as she takes my shirt and vest off at once sliding them over my shoulders and stops at my wrists. With my cuff links still on, I couldn't wiggle my hands free of my shirts arms, and now I lay here with my hands behind my back stuck in the shirt.
"Um Kara? My hands are stuck." I wiggle a bit, only for her to place a finger on my lips to shush me.
"In any way I desire..." is all she says as she shimmies down my legs and begins to undo my pants, a blush building across her face at her forwardness.
"That is the most forward and attractive thing I've ever heard from your lips.... Do it again?" I request as her blush deepens.
She clears her throat and smacks my thigh gently. "It's what I desire... remember?" She giggles, pulling my pants down over my hips, my cock springs out of the cloth prison standing proudly for her admiration.
She giggles again, leaving my pants around my ankles.
"Kara...." I playfully say her name in frustration, wiggling at my cloth bonds that I could make disappear if I wanted to.
She stands off the bed and slowly takes her clothes off, revealing herself a piece at a time. It was like slow delightful torture. My cock swelled and twitched to it's max and I was highly tempted to make my clothes be gone.
"NO PANTIES?! You naughty girl, I love it even more..." I exclaim before my voice becomes thick and husky in need.
She climbs atop me and straddles me, letting me slide between her lips but not enter her. She slides all up and down my shaft, her wetness soaking my balls, making me groan out.
"Kara, What are you doing to me? " I need to be in her as I look deep into her eyes and see the lust that fills her own.
"What ever I desire to." She says wickedly.
Oh so that is how she wants to play, my little wicked vixen.
The next stroke up with her body, I lifted my hips to enter her, my tip doing just so before popping out from her jerking back up.
"Bad boy...." She whispers down at me, taking a hold of my cock in one hand, she holds it still, while she continues to slide, until she is quaking in delight, her lips fluttering around my member that has yet to enter her.
It was so intoxicating, watching her come undone on top of me with out even having to penetrate her.
"My turn..." I whispered, making my clothes disappear to wrap my hands at her waist and ease her on to me with her still orgasm fogged brain.
Entering her in the end of her orgasm was shocking, as she began to come again on my cock.
"OH yes.... Kara. That feels so good doesn't baby?" I ask her as I make her bounce on top of me.
"Uh huh!" She whimpers as her head tosses from side to side caught up in her own bodies euphoria to stay still.
Grinning, I hold her up still in the air, and thrust in short quick bursts eliciting delicious sounds out of her as she gasps for breath. I slow down so she can catch her breath, moving slow, watching our bodies joining together was the most erotic and natural thing I had ever witnessed and I loved it.
She falls down to my chest kissing me deeply, moving against me slowly, still trying to regain her strength back. The smile that forms across my lips as we kiss has her chuckling.
"You sure seem happy with me taking advantage of you.... I believe you in fact took advantage of me sir." She gives me an accusatory glare, smirking with just the corner of her lips.
I gasp in fake offense, "I would never..."
"Shush..." She laughs kissing me again, as I sit up. I break our kiss, running my tongue down her body to take her breast into my mouth, sucking on her pert perfect nipple, the mahogany color beautifully contrasted with her skin that resembles caramel. Her skin was as sweet as the candy but more addictive than sugar ever could be.
I was making her cry out my name, her voice filling me with pleasure as I was reaching my plateau.
"Oh my god... Kara!" I had pull her up as my seed splattered all over her stomach and mine, with her rubbing her pulsing lips along the base of shaft, milking it for all that she could.
"I love you..." I gasped out clutching her hips to hold her steady as my sensitive member began to shrink down, spent.
"I love you too." She whispered. "Shower?"
"Yes, shower." I stood carrying her to the bathroom and setting her down to turn on the shower when a knock at the door came.
"GIVE ME A MINUTE!" I shouted, rinsing my stomach and member off, I give her a quick kiss and run out with a towel.
Opening up the door to the room is Viekar, "What can I help you Viekar?"
"Master Bavarthos, I'm terribly sorry to interrupt you.... but we have an unexpected guest."
"Well have them wait in the study. We will be down shortly." I say about to close the door.
Viekar stops me, saying quietly, "That's the thing, I don't think Ms. Langridge should come down until they leave."
"Whatever for? Who is here?" I ask confused.
"Mr. Elias Thorn."