"I apologize for the hard and hash words I have throw your way, Morgan." Draven speaks "rest assure that I will do whatever I can to be more civil."
I shift. "Where the fuck is the annoying boy from two days ago? I liked him better."
His eyes wide, "I was moody because I was hungry." he defends.
Z chuckles "Yeah, he's sexier when he's hungry."
Draven smacks his leg.
"No need to worry, Mister Asshole. The cat is out of the bag already." I whisper.
"What did you say?"
"She already knows we bang, D."
Another smack and Draven's raised voice "How many times do I have to tell you Azazel, do not speak is such inappropriate way. She is not family."
I laugh at Z, "You are way worse than me. No filter."
I glance at Draven "You like foul mouths though."
Draven gasps and stands "We should get you home, the moon will soon be at its peak."
I pouted, "But I thought I was playing games with Z."
"I don't think that's prudent and Azazel also knows this. That is why I'm enraged with him."
He takes some time to calm down, "I specifically told you that we couldn't meet today in account of the special aura of the moon. Azazel knows this and still he chose to defy me."
Z shifts and pouts, "I said sorry."
"That does not make it right nor makes sense. You are not sorry at all. You just want to keep hogging Morgan, even though you know, and we discussed that, it is too soon and that she is too young and trusting."
I'm furious now "I'll leave. Don't worry, but you are being the ultimate asshole." I fume, "Do not try to fathom the complexity of the person that I am. You have no idea. Fuck you. Mister Asshole." I march to the front door, get my face mask and step outside.
Inexplicably Draven is already in front of me. I look back and forward not understanding how this is possible.
"I apologize. I did not mean to upset you, my Kitten."
What? I stare. My brain has a short circuit and I just stop breathing. What just happened?
"Come. I take you home. This is a special night for us. We get on edge quickly."
I take his hand. He guides me through the house to the garage out back and opens a car door. The car is black and low with only two seats.
I relax on the car seat. Draven gets on the driver's seat and I hear a gate creaking. He starts the car and maneuvers it to get us outside.
I open my window and breathe deeply to calm my nerves, "Take me to the beach, Draven. I won't settle anywhere else."
I sense him nod and he drives faster.
When the car stops, I run out to the shore.
I sit in the dark sand, hearing the waves and smelling the fragrance of the sea. Breathing deeply. Soothing. I would love to run everyday on the shore. To be assaulted with the smells and sound.
There's something magical about it. I always calm down in this ambiance. I always find a moment of inner peace, of emotional balance. I wish I could perpetuate this feeling. I wish I could stay in this peaceful moment surrounded by salty air and cold feet, but I can't life is not like that and to be honest I am feeling more horny than I ever felt before.
I hate all this teenage and young adult struggle, the inner turmoil is seriously annoying and hard to deal with. I crave for the final state, that peaceful state of mind between life and death where there is no Karma. My Nirvana. Perhaps it is not achieved alone. It will definitely not be achieved alone. "Happiness is only real when shared." I will share more.
Moments later I feel a warm coat on my back.
"Can I sit beside you?"
I nod. Why is Draven so quiet? He sighs.
After a while I ask, "Why does the moon affects Z so much?" coming closer to him.
"We don't know but affects some more than others. It gets better with age."
"You look younger than Z." I reply.
"I'm not, I didn't want to tell you but I'm the oldest."
"Of the five?" I am surprised to say the least.
"I'm thy oldest Morgan, but please don't be scared." I see that he′s the one that is scared.
"What do you mean you're thy oldest, Draven?" I scoot over closer to him.
"I mean that I have almost seven hundred years, Kitten." he says, a tightness in his voice.
I don't know what to think but surely it is not the time to think, I just act.
I shift myself and get on his lap to hold him better. I hold him tight because I don't understand the meaning of his sentence nor understand the mourning in his voice.
"It's okay Draven. I got you. Don't get upset. It's just me and you alone at this beach." I try to comfort him.
Eventually he settles. I don't know how to phrase my thoughts, so I don't edit my words this time.
"Are you going to kill me?" I ask.
He freezes, "No kitten. I would never harm you." he pauses, "I know this is ridiculous because we've only met three days ago, but there's this push towards you. I don't expose myself to anyone..." he chuckles "... In seven hundred years you're the second person to know, as a full human, about my nature."
"Z was the first." I think out loud, "You're together since when?" I whisper in his ear.
He shivers, "It's recent. I turned him forty years ago."
I chuckle "I was born seventeen years and eleven months ago."I pause, doing the math, "He's my parents age, isn't he?"
"He is." he replies.
"He's so childish." I laugh lowly, not to break the atmosphere of the little bubble around us.
"I know. He's almost as reckless as he was the day I met him and turned him."
"You fucked him right away. Didn't you?" I lowly ask.
I feel him tense and acknowledge the sinful position we are in. He sits facing the black water and I'm in his lap, mounting him, facing the opposite way, my legs surrounding his waist.
Head on his shoulders. "It's okay. I might be a virgin, but I do not consider myself innocent."
"Kitten, I have the upmost respect for you. I do not want to discuss such things." he finally says.
TW – light smut
"I appreciate such respect Draven. I do, but you have no idea how impossible it is for me to appreciate it right now." I give a body roll just to tease him.
He whines "Please Kitten, don't do this to me. It's extremely hard to say no to you."
I lay him down on the sand, "Then say yes... I just need you to be still. Don't move." I whisper in his ear and star to roll my hips on top of him, slowly. I'm usually not this fearless. I have no idea what comes up to me. I just want him. I need him.
I start to moan as the pleasure build up.
He's static but whines and moans as well.
I pick up speed, rolling faster, putting pressure on my clitoris with every roll.
"You're so hard. Ah..." I continue to roll on top of him, breathing uneven.
We stay like this for a while, pressure and pleasure building up inside.
"Please Kitten let me hold you." he whines, desperate.
"Yeah? Yeah? Okay Draven. You can hold me." I moan and let him manhandle me.
In a split second he holds me to his chest and I feel little butterfly kisses on my throat, but soon start whimpering from the lack of friction.
"I got you Kitten, just let me lead." he applies the exact pressure I need, starting to move his fingers on the outside my leggings.
He makes little circular movements in my buddle of nerves and all I can feel is sweet, sweet pleasure, that curses over me. He got such a expertise in massaging my sweet spot.
I reach nirvana in the matter of a couple of minutes.
I scream into his chest, panting, moaning, spasming, breathing deeply. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh... so good. Ah... Draven... What was that?"
He picks me up and carries me to the car, placing the coat over me and closing the door softly.
I sigh deeply still overwhelmed with the raging pleasure that coursed through me.
I sense him sliding to the driver's seat beside me.
I put my hand on my sweet spot to try to calm it down.
It is throbbing hard and this never happened before. I'm still whimpering. I slap it to calm myself down. I moan loudly.
Dazed and whinny.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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