deadly divinations

Chapter 9

When she got to her the room she shared with Everitte, Sorrow didn't pay attention to the fact that the wasn't there. Her feet drug her towards the curtained room and the bathing chamber beyond. As she passed the bed, Wrath raised his tiny head and cheeped at her. Sorrow made a cooing noise at him but didn't stop to pet him like she normally did. Today she wanted a bath first and foremost. That would wash away all the stuff that had happened to her that day. If that didn't help then there was always sleep. Nice, long drug-induced sleep that her Mother still allowed her. Though she didn't get beaten anymore and no longer needed the haven of drugged sleep to heal, Mother Fresia gave her the herbs to bring about dreamless sleep nonetheless. She figured it was the least she could do for her Favorite Daughter after everything the girl had been through.

Sorrow began stripping before she reached the curtain, leaving her garments in her wake. When she reached the curtain, she pulled it aside and moved towards the constantly-churning pool in a haze. She closed her eyes when she reached the edge, dove into the warm water, allowed it to ease the tension from her body. With the image of the pool burned into her mind, Sorrow had no problem navigating it with her eyes closed. So when she brushed against something alien to her, Sorrow shot to the surface and came face to face a pair of ice blue eyes she knew well.

For a long moment she just stared at him. She didn't know what to say to him. When she opened her mouth the first thing that tumbled out was, "I'm sorry..."

"For what?" he asked, his voice sounded distant to her despite the fact that she was so close to him. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I didn't listen to you." Sorrow breathed.

Their eyes were locked in an intense stare, one that made Sorrow very aware of the fact that they were both treading water in the pool and floating naked only inches apart. She wanted to swim to the lip of the pool and flee him, flee his gaze completely. Sorrow shook her head. Running away from him wouldn't achieve anything. It would just make everything worse. So she stayed there, staring back up at him, a blush he couldn't see burning her face.

His hand appeared out of the water and his wet fingers caressed her face. "I'm glad you didn't listen." he whispered. "At least you showed some inclination that you knew I was a man."

Sorrow opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out. What was she supposed to say to that? Instead she closed her mouth and opted for silence. Silence never hurt.

Everitte's hand slid from her face to the back of her neck. Sorrow let him pull her to him slowly until his lips came to hover over hers. "I want you to scream for me, Sorrow." he whispered.

"Oh gods..." she whispered.

He chuckled. "Yes," he said. "I have been called that."

Their bodies were almost touching in the warm water and Sorrow could feel the heat of him reaching her through the water. Her eyes moved from his and down the line of his body. They came to rest upon the long, thick length of his phallus, her body tightened then. A tiny noise of longing escaped her lips but she kept herself still. Everitte managed to keep his hand on her neck and moved them both through the water. Sorrow's eyes shot to his, gaze as hard as stone. When they reached the lip of the pool, he released her and climbed out. Sorrow gazed up at his glorious form as she stood above her on the edge of the pool. He begged her with his eyes not to deny him. Not after what she'd done to him only moments before. Swallowing down her doubt, Sorrow climbed out of the pool and let him take her hand, lead her into the room they'd shared for over a year.

When they reached the bed, Everitte moved the curtains aside and motioned for her to proceed him inside. Sorrow did as his silently asked, crawling straight to her side of the bed. The curtain fell into place behind him as Everitte joined her. She watched him move towards her, his muscles bunching as he crawled forward. He reminded her of a cat stalking his prey. When he reached her she expected him to stop crawling. He didn't do this, however. He kept coming. Sorrow was forced to prop herself up onto her elbows and then finally lay flat due to the fact that he wouldn't stop crawling.

Now that his body was placed over hers, Sorrow was aware of every part of him. Especially of the part that rested between her legs, warm and hard and waiting to be enveloped by her depths. Her eyes bled back to their normal green in that moment, her hair back to blond, and her skin back to the white she'd been born with. Everitte smiled that one-sided smile and lowed his face to hers, pressing his soft lips to hers. A sigh escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, melding her body to his. One of his hands moved between her legs to her still-damp nether lips. Sorrow tensed then, her lips still locked on his. He would feel the scar! Cowan's scar. Everitte's fingers slid between her lips, bypassing the scarred area completely. She relaxed against him then as his fingers moved in and out of her.

He broke the kiss so that he might breath and look down in her eyes. It had been so long since he'd gazed into her true eyes. She hid so much of herself from the world, from him. Everitte stroked her warm depths and enjoyed the look of pure pleasure that suffused her face. He quickened the pace and was rewarded with a cry from the girl lying beneath him. His phallus hardened more, a feat he didn't think was possible at that moment, and positively screamed at him for entrance into the place he now had his long, slender fingers buried in.

Sorrow's hand wrapped around his sex suddenly and he felt a wave of electirc passion surge over him. Her pale skin was so warm against the soft skin of him that he thought his rock hard phallus would explode with the shear joy of having some part of her touching him at long last. Her other hand found his wrist, pulled his fingers out of her slowly, and before the Slayer knew it she was sliding him into her warm depths. A cry escaped him as he slid into her as far as he could go. He was by no means little so it came as no real shock that the girl beneath him could only take half of him into her. It didn't matter to him though. She was so warm, so tight, so wet, so much of everything he'd always wanted.

Keeping his upper body poised above her, Everitte started moving in and out of her. As the friction between their bodies mounted, little whimpers escaped Sorrow's tightly closed lips. Everitte pumped faster, determined to turn those whimpers into screams. He had to hear her scream for him. He had to! When all he was rewarded with were the whimpers, Everitte pulled out of her quickly. He grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her stomach, shoved himself inside of her again. This time he didn't stop at half-way. This time he shoved the full length of himself into her depths and got the cry he wanted. A twisted smile turned his lips upwards and he commenced with his pumping.

"Oh my god!" she cried suddenly. "Oh Everitte! Gods!"

His fingers dug into her hips and he quickened his pace. It hurt but it was a good hurt. The pressure of her mounting orgasm was driving her mad and she wanted nothing more than demand that it come upon her at that moment. It didn't do as she wanted. Everitte slowed his pace so suddenly that she cried out in anger.

"I want it to last." he breathed. "Calm down!"

Sorrow tossed him an angry look over her shoulder and was rewarded with a laugh. One of his hands left her hips, grabbed a handful of her hair, and shoved her face down into the pillows. This action brought her ass into the air more and offered him more depth. He pounded into her, moaning and whispering her name. Sorrow wrestled with his hand and soon got her wish. He jerked her hair painfully, bringing her face away from the pillows.

"Scream for me or I'll smother you." he rasped.

For a moment she wanted to refuse him but he thrust into her so hard that she didn't have a choice but to comply. Her screams rang through their room and crept through the manor above them. Cries of "Oh gods Everitte!" filled the corridors of the floors above and Slayers and slave-girls alike shared knowing smiles. In the slick manner of the Slayers, money was exchanged and some men walked away with girls not their own.

In the bed chamber of Slayer Everitte, Sorrow tensed as her orgasm washed over her in a scalding wave of heat. Everitte's body slammed into hers one final time as his climax, too, crashed upon him. For a long moment after, they lay there. Everitte pulled out slowly, wrapped his arms around her body, and rolled them both onto their sides. He craddled her slender frame to his bulky one and kissed the beads of sweat off of her shoulder. He nuzzled into her neck, kissing her warm flesh, enjoying the smell of her as she lay pressed against him at long last.

As sleep rose up to claim her, Everitte pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, "I love you, tishka."

Sorrow's eyes shot open. Had she heard right? Had he said...? She shut her eyes quickly and prayed for sleep to take her. When she did fall alseep, her dreams were filled with images of Everitte's body against hers.