Serpent's Deceit (Entry 011)

 

“The fire fades here, but the spark is still yours,” Hunter tells me, standing just right before me with a bright source of light hitting him from behind. The eerie glow is telling me that something is wrong.

“What do you mean?” I ask him, but my voice is suppressed by a loud sound. Something happens to Hunter. The next thing I notice is my hand covered in blood. Somehow, I know it is not mine; it is Hunter's. 

I jolt awake, my heart pounding against my chest as I struggle to catch my breath. It takes a moment to realise that it is a dream. What kind of weird dream is that? Why would I dream about Hunter dying in my arms? That too in such a dramatic way? It makes no sense, but it definitely feels horrible.

I feel someone snuggling against me, pulling me closer by the waist and burying their face on my neck. I glance over my shoulder; Dax's hair tips caress my cheeks. Turning around in his embrace, I face him. Well, I do not exactly face him because he buries his face on my chest when I turn around. His hair is now tickling my chin. 

It is already morning. Soft sunlight is slipping through the curtains on the window, enough to illuminate the pitch-black room from last night, but not harsh enough to disturb a peaceful slumber. I run my fingers through his locks. “You awake?”

He makes a sound, rubbing his face against my skin. I shiver at the conduct. Gripping a fistful of his hair, I pull until his face is away from my chest and visible to me. He lets out a groan in protest but does not stop me. 

His eyes are closed, but his lashes are fluttering, like a child who playfully pretends to be asleep. His cheeks are puffed up against the pillow, and my hand and his lips look so…kissable. I poke his forehead. “How're you feeling now?”

His condition looks much better now. After Hunter was gone, he started groaning and twisting in pain again, sweating pools. I listened to Hunter and gave him three sleeping pills. Also, I removed his clothes for comfort. He slept through the night. I could not, however. I think I dozed off a little near dawn. And then I had that terrible dream. 

Dax forces his face ahead. I grip his hair tighter, making him wince. He blinks at me, frowning. “Good, but I need you.”

His sleepy voice sends the nerve signals of my body in a very wrong direction. I bite my lips, pushing his face back more with my other hand. “No, you don't. What you need now is a shower. You're sweaty and smelly.”

He grins, and I feel like kissing him right there. His sleepy gaze, puffed-up face and lazy grin are making him too adorable to ignore. But I do not want to give in just yet.

“Then help me wash up, won't you?” He suggests, making me think for a second. It does not sound like a bad idea. 

In an instant, I push him away from me. He does not see that coming, which makes it easier for me. I jump out of the bed before he can reach out to me. Then, as he extends his hand in my direction, I grab it and pull. “Get up now. We're getting you showered.”

He lets out a tired sigh, trying to pull back. “Not now. Let me sleep a little bit.”

I let go of him. “Okay. Sleep all you want. I'm leaving.”

I turn to leave. As I take a step, I hear shuffling noises behind me. “Okay, your highness. I'm coming.”

I turn around with a toothy grin, bowing a little while gesturing to the direction of the bathroom. He rolls his eyes but makes his way there.

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I honestly have no idea why I have thought that nothing can go wrong with the shower. I do not see the reason as to why it has not occurred to me that with Dax and me and the shower, the water specifically, with him showing horny signs since he has woken up and me fighting the urge to give in to the temptation, obviously everything will go wrong. I really want to know what has prompted me to think otherwise.

Everything has gone wrong. I am currently pressed against the shower wall by Dax, pressing himself up against me. Both of us are naked and getting drenched by the showerhead. We have been exchanging saliva for God knows how long now, with my ankles crossing on his lower back and his dick getting hard against exactly where I want it.

He rolls his hips, rubbing it against me. Waves of pleasure wash over my body as I subconsciously bite on his lower lip. He hisses, pulling back a little. He is probably trying to glare at me, but his hazy gaze looks nowhere near a glare. If anything, it gives a ‘I need to fuck you right now’ look. I smirk against his lips. “Why don’t you put it in?”

His gaze turns into a challenging one. He places his hands under my thighs and pulls me upwards. I let out a squeal, and at the same time, he pushes himself in, or rather, pushes me down on him. My squeal turns into a gasp as he fills me in. 

Before I can get adjusted, he claims my lips again. This time, the kiss is sloppier, hungrier and more urgent. His teeth scrape against my lips, his tongue gets between my teeth, and overall, it is a mess of tongue and teeth and lips and saliva. Meanwhile, he almost pulls out, keeping just the tip in. He stays like that for a moment. When he feels the desperation in me as I try to get it back, he pushes back in, quickly and forcibly. My eyes roll back in pleasure as I moan in his mouth.

Water beats down around us, matching our pace. With a few more strokes, we finally find our rhythm. Sex is like an art, a dance, more specifically. If your partner does not know how to dance, you would not be able to enjoy it either. That does not mean that you both need to be experts from the beginning. But if one is inexperienced, the other definitely needs to be an expert. In our case, the experienced one was Dax. He taught me things I would never know otherwise.

The steam in the shower is wrapping us like a blanket of clouds. Inside the tight space, we ride to our bliss. With breaths mingling, we hold each other and ride to the end of the journey, sharing a part of our souls with each other in the process. When he finishes inside me, and I come around him, the look in his eyes reflects absolute satisfaction. I believe I have the same look in my gaze. Nothing in the world can trade for this moment.

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Dax gets out of the shower first. After he is out, I thoroughly clean myself. It is a little difficult to do that here since he basically does not have anything. Nothing of mine is here either, since I do not come here often. However, I do the best I can. It is not the best but it still feels good.

I do not find Dax in the room when I come out. Sounds come from somewhere inside the house. I walk out of the room and step into the hallway. I find him in the kitchen, doing something I cannot see because his back is turned towards me. Before I can call or approach him, a loud crashing noise deafens me. I turn to my left to find the front door is gone, and in its place is standing a person I have forgotten about. It is Dax’s cousin whose name I still have not caught.