Memories of the Forgotten

Yes everyone... I know it's been awhile. But I've also been feeling sick, since my birthday, which is when I planned to add this chapter. Illness is very contricting on my time.

But this chapter got here... eventually. So enjoy it.

Chapter 18


If Aivon was expecting anything to happen, anything at all, never would he have even remotely guessed what he was witnessing.

After they had made it out of the forest intact and meeting with Hisad, a fellow half-demon that seemed more like a long lost brother to Aivon then anything, they had traveled a good distance before stopping to rest. And Aivon, a half-demon, would be the first to say to someone that almost nothing surprised him. After all, considering who and what he was, and seeing all that he had seen in the journey to reseal the Dark Gate, he was fairly certain that he had seen nothing that could surprise him further.

So when a woman he had never seen or met before came running up to them in the early hours of dawn and fiercely kissed Midas, for a few moments Aivon's mind went completely blank. Even more stunning was the fact that he was returning the kiss with equal vigor. At least, until he realized that Aivon was practically staring at them.

"Um, Midas..." Aivon began, unsure of exactly what was happening. "Do you mind explaining this to me?"


A few hours later found four people sitting around a table, freshly prepared food set before them.

"Please, eat to your heart's content! It's not often that I get visitors."

"Anyway Aivon, like I was saying... this is Elsa," Midas began, pointing to the woman, "and that his her father, Theo. We have known each other for some time now..."

Aivon looked to Elsa, who was gazing at Midas, then to his companion and back again to her. "So Midas, why have you never told me about her? I had no idea you had a lover."

Midas, who was drinking a glass of water, choked at hearing that, spilling some down his shirt. As he coughed up some water trying to clear his throat, Aivon noticed the blush that crossed Elsa's face and the fact she seemed to become extremely preoccupied with her food, stealing glances at Midas now and again. "There are things I keep private for a reason Aivon," Midas said, trying to regain his composure.

Aivon shrugged and continued his meal.


When dusk settled, Aivon declared that he was going out to train a bit. As he left, Midas went to his old room, the one that the small family had given them what felt like ages ago. He knew that coming here would be both a blessing and curse. They recieved his friend well, and Elsa had really shown great interest in the fact that Aivon was decended from the bloodline of demons. But coming here would have to mean seeing her again and warning her of dangers that might come to pass. Every day, Midas could feel it, a something that was biding its time to unleash itself, and he wondered what connections Hieas had with it.

And again, Midas felt as if every step he took brought him a step closer to what felt like his own demise. It was strange, but the sudden feeling of emptiness seemed to come to him more often then usual, as he usually managed to keep his mind on other things. It was his soulless nature to not be swayed by feelings, although he wondered what it meant when, on that one special night the last he was here, he experienced that strange feeling he classified as love. Truthfully, it was beyond his own understanding, despite several hundreds of years of living amoung humans.

Still, Midas had no clue as to what tied him down to this world in the first place. He truely felt as if he lost his own purpose for being, yet he remembered Aaron's words 6 years ago, clear as day, and he drew strength from that comforting fact.

Maybe it's because you didn't want to go back, that kept you from going there in the first place.

Midas truely wanted to believe that it was out of his own sheer willpower that kept him from that damnned existance, freed him from the binds of a cruel and rather unforgiving master, and gave him a new hope for something in this world.

His thoughts were interruptted when he noticed that he was no longer alone in his room. He looked up to see Elsa at the doorway, wearing her nightgown. Midas looked back down and gave a sigh. "Elsa, listen I need to tell you-"

But the words were cut short when Elsa crossed the room and gave him a kiss. "Please, I know you have to leave again. But... I just want to be with you. Just for tonight." She kissed him again, and was rewarded when he too returned the kiss with passion. And once again, Midas was assualted with the barrage of feelings that he could hardly comprehend. But he didn't need to know in order to enjoy this moment.

She removed her nightgown to reveal there was nothing underneath, before she pressed her naked body to him. Immediately his body began to react to the feeling of her body rubbing against him. He knew, considering the form he had taken, it was a side-effect of what happened. But somehow, he knew he couldn't totally break it down to just a physical level. Because if that were truely the case, he could easily ignore and even stop the feeling from happening.

That strange feeling again... he managed to think as Elsa removed his shirt and pendant. Once again, it did not glow in reaction to his inner darkness. Why? Is this feeling... supressing it? But his mind was slowly slipping away, conceding to the pleasures that were now settling in within him. He brought his arms around Elsa, bringing her close and enjoying the feeling of her breasts against his chest. The feelings continued to rise up within, like a beast that was readying itself to be unleashed.

He laid her against the bed, and sensed tension within her. This was not their first time, yet for some reason she felt something odd about the way he was looking at her. Her doubts and fears were erased when he kissed her neck, sucking on it a little to excite her more. He trailed his kisses downward, before suckling on her breast like a newborn child. Elsa let out a low moan, which was more then enough of a sign for him to continue.

Taking her other breast in his hand, Midas began to massage it, taking delight in how it affected her so. Once he finished sucking on one, he turned to the other, teasing it with his tongue while lightly flicking it against her hardened nipple, causing her to involuntarily cry out. Trailing one of his hands further down, he slowly started to tease her entrence.

Elsa squirmed under his tongue and touch, her pussy leaking out it's sweet juices. Soon she could feel his heated kisses moving further southward, as he spread open her lower lips before the burst of pleasure came at the feeling of his tongue pushing it's way into her. She thrust her hips upward, wanting to feel more of his tongue as he explored every inch inside her.

The feeling of his tongue on her clit, that little pleasurable bundle of nerves, caused an orgasm to rip through her, almost unexpectedly. She could feel his tongue working inside her, wanting to taste every last drop she had to offer him.

Once she had settled down, he leaned up into a half-sitting position. Considering that he had just spent his whole time now focused on pleasuring her, it slowly became dimly aware of his own arousal. He felt his erection straining against the material of his pants. He began to take them off, watching as his lover was practically staring at him.


Out in the fields, Aivon was sitting down, leaning back on a rather large rock spire that looked to have been forced out of the ground, clawing at the sky and challenging the heavens. He was out of breath, as he gazed to several more of of these rock spires, none nearly as big as the one he was leaning against however. He gazed upward to the sky, muttering something under his breath.

"Almost there... almost... mastered." He pushed himself up, almost falling down from exhaustion again, before he steadied himsef on the rock. "Just... a little more. Can't tire out now." He channeled his power through his hands and pressed them firmly on the ground. The earth began to rise once more...


"Midas!"

Elsa began to call out his name more and more, as each thrust of his hips pushed him deeper and deeper into her womanhood. Even though she was on top of him, she was completely under Midas' control. She was leaning over his body, hands pressed against his chest to support herself.

Midas had one hand resting on her hip, guiding and steadying her while the other was kneaded one of her breasts. Suddenly he gave a rather forceful thrust up before unleashing a growl that signalled his release. He could feel her own orgasm as well, as her pussy constricted around his member, milking it for all it was worth. She collasped against him and he held her tightly, almost afraid that if he let go she would be gone and out of his life forever.

"Elsa..."

"Oh Midas..."

She began to hug him as the barrage of feelings Midas called 'love' came with even more force then ever. Midas could not call this feeling 'lust' for he felt it was more then this that brought him to her. He couldn't say 'attraction' because it felt much stronger then that. This feeling could only be love.

"I love you Midas."

I... I think I do too...Elsa.