So Watsittoyah?

ch.1- Don't I know you?

ch.2- Bites & Fangs

ch.3- Tinted Windows

ch.4- Just To Put My Mind At Ease

ch.5- The Skeletons In His Closet

ch.6- The Calm Before The Storm

ch.7- Everything Is Not What It Seems...

ch.8- In A Snap

ch.9- And The Puzzles Fall Into Place

ch.10- Arachnophobia Behavior…

ch.11- Perfection Can’t Be Obtained…

ch.12- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold (Pt1)

ch.13-And The Truth Comes To Light…

ch.14- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold Pt.2

5. Miles Morales Spider-Man- A Glitch In the universe (To be announced)

STRANGER THINGS (Don’t look at me like that…)

1. Eddie Munson x Blk Fem Reader X Steve Harrington- Heartbreaker (Still typing) NSFW

ch.1- Rule Number One

ch.2- Rule Number Two

ch.3- Rule Number Three

ch.4- Rule Number Four

ch.5- Rule Number Five

EUPHORIA (You knew this was coming)

1. Nate Jacobs x Blk Fem Reader -Mixtape (Still Typing) NSFW

Track 1

DC Comics (My Best boys, and all of their smutty glory!!)

Dick Grayson X Blk Fem Reader- Prayers Of A Sinner -(Currently typing) NSFW

Ch. 1- Thou Shall Not Kill...

Young!Coriolanus Snow x Blk Fem!reader -Before the Snow, Came the Flame.. (Nsfw/ Currently typing/posting)

Ch. 00-Just Say Yes

Ch. 01- A Rose With Thorns (Pt. 1)

An Obsessive!Qimir X Blk Fem!reader (oc, star wars smut fic) - The Devil's Playpen (nsfw currently typing)

CH. 01- When The Predator Becomes Prey...

CH. 02- Fear Is Only A Four Letter Word...

Tic….

Just ten more minutes and the school day is almost over.

Tock….

“Az, you got the notes for AP Chem?”

Tic…

“Azariah!” I snap my head over towards my best friend Amber and give her a scowl. “What?” I genuinely ask. “I asked did you have the notes for AP Chem.” I hand them over not even paying attention to her as I look at the clock in our study hall.

I glance away from the clock for a split second and I see the back of Mark Grayson’s head.

Back in the second grade, I remember when I lost my front teeth and a few of the kids had called me nasty names. But he stepped in and said he liked my smile. Ever since that day I have always had a bit of a crush on him. I remember when he invited me to his birthday pool party back in the fifth grade. I told him he looked cute in blue and he happens to be wearing a blue shirt-

The bell rings and I snatch my bag from the back of my chair and I try to rush out but Amber stops me.

“Az, wait. What’s the rush?” She joins me in the hall and I feel itchy all over my hands. “My Uncle Harry needs help at his shop-“

“Oh sweet, helping him at the record shop. Can I come with?”

“No! I mean, nah. It’ll be boring. Im just helping him dust off some stuff and organize some catalogs.”

“Oof, have fun with that. But we’re hanging out tonight right? Pizza at Lidos?” Just when I’m about to answer a whistle interrupts our conversation. “Amber and Azariah, ladies I happen to overhear the two of you making plans on hanging out. Mind if I join?” Jerry Frock asks making my stomach sour. “Fuck no.” I tell him with more attitude that I didn’t mean to add.

“Awe come on, I know you want me there. Rumor is you have a big crush on me, Az.” Jerry gives me a smirk and I sigh though my nose.

If I don’t hurry up a big issue is going to happen.

“I’m going to be perfectly clear and blunt with you, Jerry. I don’t like you, if you were the last man on earth and we had to repopulate the planet I would fuck a dog before I fuck you. You are a waste of space and you should have been tossed on a tissue instead of growing in your mother’s goddamn womb!” I snap at him and I see the anger rise in his chest.

“Az, don’t you think you went to fa-“ Amber gets pushed out of the way and Jerry steps to me, towering over me. He’s about 6’1. Im about 5’5. “You know what I was trying to be nice you little bitch.” Everyone seems to now be paying attention to us and the itchiness in my skin intensifies.

Tic….

“What? You want to hit me? Do it. Show the school how much of a tough bitch you are. But when you swing you better make sure you knock me out or because I’m not stopping until you stop breathing.” I clench my fist ready to swing but someone steps between us.

Tock….

“Walk away Jerry. You hitting a girl smaller than you doesn’t look too good.” Mark says as he stares him down. Jerry looks at him and then at me. “You’re right. And since it doesn’t look good, how about-“ He hits mark right in the stomach making him double over. “-I make it look good hitting you.” Before Mark could react, I take a step forward and I uppercut Jerry in his chin causing him to bit his tongue.

“Holy shit!”

“Did you see that?”

The itchy feeling in my hands lessens a bit and Jerry holds my mouth as he runs off. “Fucking asshole.” I mutter as I turn to see William, Mark’s friend help him up. Amber was about to speak but Mark gives me a gentle smile, which causes my tongue to stick to the roof of my mouth.

“I guess you don’t need any saving from me huh?”

Tic….

When I finally get my tongue to move I say the stupidest thing my brain comes up with. “You look pretty in blue.” I cringe at how I sound and I take two steps back.

“I gotta go. Bye! Amber see you later!” I take off dodging people in the hall and I finally make it outside to my black Honda Civic.

••••

Tock….

I sit in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, my skin humming. I take calm breathes knowing what’s coming.

“Azariah, if it becomes too much we stop this. Do you understand?” Uncle Harold says from a distance. I just nod because I’m almost bitting my inner cheeks to keep from speaking.

“Begin.” He tells me.

I open my eyes and I feel my skin ripple. The pain slowly fades as I let my true nature take over. The shadows within the building moan and crawl towards me. They cling to me as if I am their light that they want to smother out.

Let…me…in..

I start breathing heavier as my body starts to tremble. My fingertips begin to blacken and I can’t stay still. I throw my head back and I scream the incantation.

“I forsake thee! I am yours!” Suddenly I feel something heavy slam into me. It was Uncle Harold. He had me pinned to the concrete ground making sure I don’t hurt myself.

“No! Not this one! You had Hezikaiah but not her!” He yells. I feel a laugh come from my lips. “Harold, this one will be mine. For the night already kissed her skin at birth.” A sultry voice says out of my mouth.

“I revoke! I rebuke! She is my child!” He yells. Something pools from my mouth and I scream as if my skin was on fire. “You think your words will keep me from what’s mine? I will have her! She has tasted power! The child will be my heir! She will do my bidding and make you all pay!”

I feel Uncle Harold pin my arms down but I see my skin. It began to turn pitch black, my clothes form into smoke and I feel my feet become heavy.

No.

No.

No!

“Now!” I scream. Uncle Harold throws a rock towards a switch I can’t see and I’m blinded by lights. My skin sizzles and I convulse under him. “Let it out, baby girl. Come on.” He says as he tries to hold me still.

With strength I didn’t know I had I buck him off and I turn to my side. I open my mouth and black blood spills from my mouth. I vomit it all out until I’m dry heaving. I feel dizzy and I lay my face on the ground.

“T…thanks Uncle Harold.” I groan as I lay there trying to let the pain ease away from my muscles.

“Azariah, I can’t keep doing this. Your body is getting more weak and making that thing stronger. We need to call your mother.” I weakly glare at him for suggesting that. “No.” I tell him as I roll onto my knees. “I don’t want her help.”

“She’s the only other person who can help you. What if you can’t hold that thing back next time? You remember what happened last time?”

I flinch thinking about that body being ripped apart. The blood stained my hands for hours.

“I can handle this next time. Without you.” I stand on trembling feet and I start to walk away but he gets a hold on my elbow.

“I care about you. You’re like my daughter and after this thing took your father I made a promise to keep you safe. I know you and your mother have your differences. But she’s the best candidate. Azariah just think this over, please.” I sigh heavy thought my nose and I walk away from him.

I make it to the dingy bathroom to clean myself up before I go to Lido’s with Amber. I splash water over my face and I stare down the sink hole. “That bitch can’t do a thing for me except cut me and do fucking experiments on me.” I hiss as I glare at my reflection.

“Azariah…” I step back from my reflection as I see…her. I shut my eyes quick. “No, you’re not suppose to be here, we banished you for the next three days.” I hear her chuckle. “Sweet child, you banished my darkness but I come to you to bargain.”

“No, you don’t go bargaining with the devil. That’s what grandma Susie sa-”

“And she’s maggot food. Now open those eyes I want to see them. OPEN!”

She yells which makes me jerk my eyes open and I look at her studying me. “We can help each other you know.” I go to open my mouth to speak but she stops me. “I can help you so that your mother never comes near you again.” I feel my stomach turn in somersaults as I hear her out…just for a moment.

“I can’t trust you, you like to trick the heirs. You tricked my dad and took him.” She smiles and leans in revealing sharp fangs. “I don’t like male heirs but they do in a pinch. But you? Sweet girl you are the first female heir in over a hundred years. I will treat you special because you are special. We need each other. I’ll help you and-”

“You eat my soul?” She rolls her eyes. “No, I don’t do that. I…will just need you to let me borrow something from you. But I won’t ask for it now. How about this. I’ll let you use my gifts. My strength, my speed, even my summoning incantations.”

“I feel like you’re pulling my fucking leg here. This all sounds too good to be true. You’ll let me use your powers and all I give you is something of mine to borrow?”

“Nothing too insane, sweet. I treat the heirs greatly. Remember those good days with your daddy? I made those days happen. He was kind to you, he kept that mama of yours away from you. Now I can let you go and she comes into the picture….”

I get flashbacks of my mom taking a scalpel to my legs, cutting me, taking pieces of my flesh to study them under a microscope. Analyzing me like some pet in a cage. She’s the reason I never show off my legs in the summer. Why I told Mark no to going to his pool party back in the fifth grade.

“Will it hurt?” I ask as she smiles with all of her teeth. “No, because I’m allowing you to use my gifts, sweet. Now if you want to use my gifts and let me help you, just place your hand on the mirror.” She places her palm up right against the glass and I feel my hand move before my mind stops me. “You’ll keep her away from me?”

“I promise, and I always keep my promises. You won’t feel pain, you won’t have to worry about anything at all. But when I call, you’ll answer.”

“I’ll answer.” I say as I place my hand on the mirrors. I feel a cold sensation and then a rush of heat travel up my fingertips. I gasp and feel my body give off a rippled sensation.

I hear the mirror crack and everything goes black…

I don’t know how I made it home, or better yet how I made it to Lido’s but as I enter I feel different. My eyes seem to be able to see everything at once. My skin feels softer and my emotions just seem calmer.

“Az-whoa, what’s up with your hair?” Amber points to one of my braids being pure white. “Oh, it’s just an extension. I put it in for fun.”

“Well I like it. It’s giving earthy chic.” I roll my eyes but smile at her. “Anyways, sorry for my attitude earlier. I was cramping bad.”

“Girl, you don’t have to apologize. I know how it is. Cramps are a bitch, I damn near almost took a whole bottle of Advil to stop the pain. I was like I can stop the pain or stop everything, you choose body.” We both laugh at her joke and I sit at the table but I notice two other plates and cups at the table with us.

“Amber, what’s-” Mark and William both scoot in at our table and I shoot Amber a look. Amber has been my friend since I moved here so that’s almost all of our lives and one thing she knows I have a big crush on Mark.

She shoots me a look that’s saying Az, you better get your man so I can be your bridesmaid at your wedding. She kicks my shin gently and I look over at Mark.

“Are we interrupting something?” Mark asks as he sits down the pizza. “Uh, nope.” I blurt out. “I was just telling Azariah that her hair looks cool. What do you think guys?”

“I love it. I think the white streak makes you look like a bad ass video game character.” William says as he takes a cheesy slice. “You look really pretty.” Mark says with a blush on his cheeks.

I feel my face get hot and I look down at my nails. Damn I need to get these done, my hands look like I’ve been slapping rocks.

“Thanks.” I mutter as I look up to see Mark staring at me.

I feel this strange sensation in my feet and I swear I can feel my seat levitating. I look down and-

“Oh shit!” I jerk up shaking the table and everyone looks at me. “Sorry! I thought something was crawling on me, it was just my napkin.” Like some witch work, William’s soda tips over and wets all the napkins. “I’ll get more, William help me grab some napkins.” Amber says as she gets up.

“Why? That’s like a one person job.” He says as he picks up the cup. Amber gives him a look and he jumps up. “Right! Let me go help! Be right back guys.”

“I can help-“

“No we got it. Keep Mark company.” Amber says over her shoulder as she drags William along. It was just Mark and I now. I sit back down glad I’m actually on the ground but I’m too scared to look at Mark.

“I get it I’m kind of lame to look at.” My head snaps up at his comment. “You’re not lame you’re beautiful.” I blurt out and I really wish I hadn’t. “Nah, I’ll leave the beauty comments for you.” My heart fluttered hearing him say that. “Thank you, for stepping in earlier. And I’m sorry I must’ve looked like an ass running off like that.”

He shakes his head and lean in. “No, you just looked like you had something really important to get to….you know Azariah how come we haven’t hung out since middle school?”

Because you make me nervous and I want you to turn me every which way but loose, Mark Grayson.

I shrug. “I don’t know, you have your group of friends and I have mine. Plus you seem to always have your nose in a comic book.” His cheeks turn pink again and I feel a rush.

I like making Mark blush.

“Hey, comic books are cool.”

“I never said they weren’t. I actually draw comics in my spare time.” I say half jokingly. “Wait you do? Have I seen your stuff?” I take a bite of the still hot pizza to keep from saying anything stupid and I shake my head.

“Mmm, no. I don’t share with everyone. I mostly post on gramhub and other forums. I don’t think I’m that good.” Mark gives a scoff. “I bet you’re amazing. What’s your handle?” Mark gets up and sits next to me as he takes his phone out and types in his code. I look away for modesty and he hands me his phone while he’s on gramhub. “Alright be ready to lay your eyes on a train wreck.” I type in my username and he leans in close, letting his leg brush against mine.

“You are insane, this is amazing! It’s like you were made to make comics. Especially this one here. You drew seance dog! I love that comic.”

“My Aunt sometimes goes to those conventions and I had tagged along last summer. I met the artist of the seance dog comics and he so cool! I showed him some doodles and he said when I go for an internship, he wants to take me on as a pupil.”

“No way.”

“Way! It was awesome, I got so many tips from him and other comic book artists it’s insane.”

“Next time you go you gotta take me with you.” Mark says enthusiastically. “It’s a date. Uhhhh.” I feel a bit funny saying date but it’s out there now.

“Definitely a date.” Mark says as he looks me in my eyes. I guess I didn’t notice how close Mark and I were sitting. Because right now I can smell his cologne. And he smelled like fresh soap and spice. His bottom lip looked plump and I was starting to have some inappropriate thoughts on them. “I was wondering-“

We hear our friends coming and I move away from Mark as if we just got caught doing something bad.

“Did we miss something?” Amber asks as she wiggles her brows at me. “No.” I scowl at her. “Azariah was just showing me her art. She’s amazing.”

“I keep telling her that but she thinks I’m just blowing smoke up her ass.” Amber says as she sits some napkins down on the table. “Well I wanna see.” William sits down with his stack of napkins and we spend a good chunk of the night talking about comics, art and what’s our plans for the summer since school is going to be over soon.

Amber and William were playing match maker because at the end of the night, I somehow got roped into driving Mark home.

I’m not complaining at all but damn both of them saying they had to be home because of curfew was funny because I can tell William was lying and Amber sure as hell didn’t have one since her parents trusted her to not come home too late.

But here I am, driving up into Mark’s driveway. I park my car and we both turn towards each other. “Mark.”

“Azariah.” We both say each others name in unison and smile. “You first.” Mark tells me. “I had fun tonight. And I hope you did as well.” I say as I bite my bottom lip. I see his eyes flicker to my lips and I notice him swallowing hard.

“I did, I had a great time but I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to hang out with you again. But you know alone.”

“Alone? I-yes. I would love to. But you have to properly ask me out on a date Mark Grayson.” I say as I slowly lean in. He follows suit and starts to lean in. “Well Azariah Walker would you go out with me next Friday?”

“I think I can schedule you in.”

“Hmm, I know you can. And you have to stop biting that bottom lip of yours. It’s driving me crazy.” His voice takes on a husky tone and it makes my nipples hard under my sweatshirt. “Oh? It does? Well I can always stop.” I tease as I place my hand on his thigh. “Why, so I can bite it for you?” He leans in just close enough where it feels like he’s about to kiss me.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Kiss me please!

He tips my face closer to his and I feel his breathe on my lips. I close my eyes and lean in.

“Markus Sebastian Grayson!” We both jerk away from each other after we hear Mark’s mom. Mark groans as we both see his mom and dad at the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” He sneaks a kiss onto my cheek and he gets out of my car before his parents try to approach. I watch as he goes into his house and I drive.

Once I’m down the road I call Amber on my speaker and she answers in two rings. “How’d the ride home go?”

“One, you and William think you’re so slick for that shit! But anyways, it was great, I think we have a date next Friday.”

“Look at you! See I knew you’d get a date. You know William was telling me that Mark has had a crush on you since the third grade. But he was too shy to say anything.”

“You’re lying!”

“Not even. He said that when Mark had invited you to his birthday party when we were kids and you didn’t show up, he thought you hated him.” I cringe at this discovery because I know the truth. As I drive to my uncles place, I notice a black SUV parked in the driveway. “Hey I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Alright later.” We hang up and a split second I squeal with happiness. Maybe using her gifts isn’t going to be so bad. I feel more confident and I have a date!

“Uncle Harold! I’m home!”

“In the living room babygirl!” I heard him call out. I walk into the living room and I freeze in place. “Uncle Harold who’s this?” I ask looking at the stranger sitting on our couch.

“Azariah, I want to introduce you to someone who I think is the second best person to help you. This is-“

“Cecil Steadman, director of the GDA. Your uncle told me about the…family curse. Every first born of the first born is branded with a mark and you’ve become closer to becoming possessed or going insane. I told him I could help. I use to work with your father. He was a great man. I’m sorry for your loss.”

I look over at Uncle Harold and then back at Cecil. “The woman, she use to work for you, correct?”

“The woman?”

Uncle Harold sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Her mother. Elisa Morales.” I scowl at the sound of her name as if it burns my ears.

“Oh, yes. She did but how did you know?”

“She use to take me to the job in secret. I remember the SUV’s in the parking lot…I’m not interested in your help. Uncle Harold I’ll be okay. I’m going to bed. Good night.” I leave the room without any further discussion.

I manage to step through my door all while hearing Uncle Harold seeing Cecil out. I gather my things to go shower only to be stopped by Uncle Harold’s knock. “Come in.” I tell him as I stand there waiting for a lecture.

“What was that Azariah?” He gives me a stern look and I shrug. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I play dumb and he sees through my bullshit.

“Don’t you play dumb with me. I brought Cecil here to help you.”

“And I don’t want his help. He was her boss. Which in my eyes is just as bad, Uncle Harold.” I try to step past him but he blocks my way. “Not everyone associated with your mother is a bad person!”

“Yes they are! Do you know why she would bring me to the GDA? To use their equipment to experiment on me!” I slide my pants off and let him see the ugly scars she had given me.

He tries to look away but I snap. “You don’t get to look away! Look at what your fucking sister in law did to me! She cut chunks of my flesh out of my thigh because of this stupid cursed mark! Why because she wanted to see how deep the mark was. She wanted to see if she could CUT IT OUT OF ME! Like it was some cancer!”

I was breathing heavy and the room was beginning to darken.

“When I asked her, does she need more of my skin? She fucking said yes because I want this thing out of you.”

“She just wanted the best for yo-“

“She should’ve just loved and protected me like a mother should! Instead she made it so I could never have normal summers. I can never go swimming with my friends! When I want to be intimate with someone I will have to relive my childhood trauma and tell them what my mother did to me from the ages of six to ten! So yeah, sorry for sounding like a spoiled brat but I don’t want help from her or fucking Cecil Steadman!”

As I scream at him the shadows in the room begin to cluster around me and he takes a step back. “Az, what did you do?” He looks around me and I give a chuckle.

I can feel my mothers tears on my face as she hugs me.

“Mother I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-” I smell her burning flesh instantly and I want to vomit. When her now lifeless body falls against me, I see the figure who took her from me.

The figure was always Zen, but this time it’s…

“Qimir.” I wake up with a jolt and I’m no longer tied up in ropes. Instead I’m in a bed under a soft quilt.

I mentally curse my body because that means Qimir had to had touch me to get me into this bed.

A missed kill opportunity.

I go to get up, but I pause because I feel eyes on me.

I think fast about a weapon and he must’ve known what I was thinking because he says something that makes my skin crawl.

“You know looking for weapons won’t help you. I can always take it from you.” I cut my eyes at him. “So you want to come close to me or should I just come to you? Because the moment I get a weapon I’m going to-” He raises his hand to me and I become lifted in the air.

My throat is now in his hand and he looks me deep into my eyes. “Such a deadly little flower.” I can’t move. I can barely move my fingers and toes.

Of course he’s a force user.

“I hate you.” I hiss at him. “You hate me now, but you’ll learn to think otherwise, little flower…you know you talk in your sleep. Did your mother-”

“DON’T TALK ABOUT HER! SHUT UP!” I scream as I try to force my body to move. He looks at me with a smile crawling across his lips.

“You see you have this…” He squeezes my throat tighter, cutting off my air a bit. “…look in your eyes. It says you want to murder me. But that’s going to be difficult since I have the upper hand here.”

I start to feel my left side and before he can notice I bring my hand up and rake my nails across his face. He drops me instantly and I take a deep breathe.

I then take off running.

I’ll kill him and then I’ll get out of here.

First I need to find an exit, then maybe I can lure him out and then handle him.

I take a left and I can smell him not too far behind me.

He’s fucking gaining on me.

I take a right and halt around a corner. I press myself firmly against the wall and listen out for him. “You can’t run far, Akasha. I won’t let you leave this place. You’re not leaving me….” I heard him say as he stalks down the hall looking for me.

Once the coast is clear I take off down the hall in the opposite direction. I feel cold air drifting in from a room so I run inside and I see the light from outside.

I run faster and just when I feel like I have my freedom…

…I see that we’re on a high cliff.

I stop short and I see nothing but rocks and water as far as I could see. My legs give up from under me and I fall to my knees. I don’t even care that they’ll bruise.

I…I can’t stay here. I need to escape, I need to get my freedom back.

Before I know it, I’m walking down the halls, thinking about what I can do. How I can get off this fucking island.

How do I get this crazy son of a bitch to let me go?

You play the role he wants, tell him all he needs to hear and when the coast is clear, find a safe exit and slit his throat from ear to ear.

I smile to myself as I walk back to the bedroom and I make sure I play my roll well.

Don’t give in too easily, he will be suspicious. Be the cat in this mouse trap, Akasha.

I kneel in the middle of the room with my eyes closed listening for his panicked footsteps. His scent makes it to me before his presence does. I then hear him enter the room and I remain still.

“Look at my little flower, rooted where she belongs.” He says standing in front of me. I open my eyes and look at him, pretending I’m bored.

“Oh, you’re back?” He narrows his eyes at me and he grabs me by my upper arm. “Ouch!” I fake to him. He seems to like my plea because he squeezes harder. “I need to show you something. But you need to promise me you won’t try to run off again. Because if you do, I will leave you with a permanent scar on this intoxicating body of yours.” He says as he drags me off.

I give just enough resistance to make him think I’m going to fight him, but I follow along side him.

••••

Once we’re outside, I take in my surroundings and Qimir’s grip on my arm loosens but only by a fraction. “I am going to teach you how to concur your fear. But first you must address it.”

He lets me go and while he keeps his eyes on me, he goes into a bag that was outside and he pulls out a different light saber. I take a step back from him and he stands in front of me.

He points the handle my direction, motioning me to take it. But I don’t move a muscle. “Akasha, take it.” I shake my head. “No.” I tell him, not looking away from the light saber.

Suddenly I’m back into the bad place. I’m watching as the Jedi slaughter everyone and I’m trying my best to help mother escape.

Children’s lives were being snuffed out. Men are being brought to their knees. The few women we had left…all begging for mercy.

And what breaks my people apart is the slash and stabs of light sabers brought on by monsters who say they are the good guys.

When I blink, I’m not there. I have to remind myself that I am in the present and that I can’t get hurt. I live on for my people. I live on so I can get revenge for them.

Qimir, takes the Saber and puts it in my hand but I jerk away and snatch my hands back. “No! What are you trying to prove? I’m weak because of this stupid weapon? You win!” I yell at him.

“No, I’m showing you that you’re stronger than your demons. This fear? It hold you back from your full potential. Now take it!” He thrusts the saber into my hands and in an angered rush I snap on him.

I point the saber to his chest, in hopes that it will light up and kill him. But when I see his eyes soften, I get frustrated. I can’t help but go to hit him with my bare hands. He moves quick as he sees what I’m about to do.

He keeps my hands on the saber handle and he looks me in my eyes, with sadness.

I want to scratch his eyes out, how dare he look at me like that?

“Do you feel that, Akasha?” He squeezes my hands tightly and I want to scream. I want to throw a tantrum. He’s looking at me with pity. I’ll show him pity.

“Below the surface of consciousness are powerful emotions. Anger…fear, loss…desire.” When he says desire he looks down at my lips and then back up into my eyes. “T…that’s the path to the dark side.” I tell him, smelling his want and need.

Don’t lost focus, keep the anger. Keep the hate and make sure you attack. I tell myself.

He’s pitying you.

Don’t let him win.

“Semantics.” He says in a whisper. “What do you desire in this very moment, Akasha? Revenge for your people? Taking my life? Or deep down you have the desire to unlock your potential, in a way that I know is a guarantee?”

He flicks the saber from my grasp and it clatters to the ground.

His arousal is unmistakable as it’s starting to suffocate me.

The urge to bite him is strong.

I look away from his eyes and I stare at his lips, his tongue emerges and licks. I remember those lips suckling my clit, I remember his tongue worshiping my pussy.

My thighs clench with desire and I try to pull away but he pins me still with his hungered stare. He leans in close to my ear and he rubs his nose against my skin.

“I can smell how wet you are, Akasha. My desire, in this very moment is to bury my face between those delicious thick thighs of your and partake of that sweet pussy just like I did yesterday. Will you let me do that? Will you let me taste you again?”

A chill runs down my spine as I feel his cock pressed against my stomach. I choke back a moan as my clit throbs.

I want him to touch me.

Taste me.

I want him to lick me till my juices drip down his handsome face.

He flicks his tongue against my earlobe and I let out a small gasp. “Come with me, you haven’t bathed since yesterday and I’m sure you’d like that.” I’d like to sit on this man’s face, but before I could protest he tugs me along by my hands and makes me follow him.

We get to a calm little pond and he lets my hands go and starts walking towards the water.

I watch him pull off his shirt and on his back, I see an ugly scar. It practically took over seventy-five percent of his back. Curiosity bites and I want to know how he got it.

He looks back at me and his eyes travel up and down my body. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

That question, stalls all of my logical thinking and I start pulling off articles of clothing and I follow him into the water.

We’re both completely naked and the cool feeling of the water on my skin feels good to my tense muscles. I watch as he dunks his entire body into the water and I watch for him to break the surface.

Instead I feel his hands on my body and I almost jerk away from surprise, but I still my movements. “You have such pretty brown skin, little flower.” Qimir says as he holds me from behind.

He dips his head low and I feel his teeth graze against my neck. I feel his very erect cock brushing against my lower back and I bite my bottom lip as I reach around and grab a hold of him. He lets out a hiss as I stroke him slowly.

“Is this part of my training, Master?” I feel his muscles tense as I call him that and I know it pleases him by the way he leaves kisses against my neck.

“It’s definitely part of your training. Though I should punish you for running away from me.”

“But I did come back.” I challenge as I rub my thumb against the head of his cock. I hear a groan in his throat and I feel my clit throb. “You did come back to me, like a good girl. So I guess I can reward you a little and make this a lesson at the same time.”

He then cups my breasts and I let out a moan as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. I lean my head back against his chest and he takes the opportunity and sucks my neck. I feel a slight pinch and I know he’s left a mark. “You know one of the many reasons why I chose to keep you, little flower is because you’ve suffered loss. And you’re free from so many things…”

He pulls me back gently towards a large rock in the water and I follow. The water is now only covering up to his lower thigh and my higher thighs. He then leans me against the rock and cages me in with his arms.

I look from his eyes and down to his bare chest. My split tongue makes an appearance which causes him to suck in his breath. My eyes go further down and they widen.

I know what I was touching in the water but holy mother of Venus he’s huge. I look away but he stops me by holding me by my chin. “You were just touching it seconds ago, don’t be afraid of it now…this will be your reward amongst other things, little flower.” He guides my hand down to his hard cock and when I grip it he bites his bottom lip.

“I know I don’t need to teach you on how to pleasure someone, but I want to see how you pleasure yourself, show me what you do on those lonely nights.”

It’s like I’m under his spell, because I then guide my own hand down to my pussy. I rub my lips together and my eyes flutter closed. “No, no, no. I want to watch those pretty grey eyes while you pleasure the both of us.” He growls as he guides my hand up and down on his thick cock.

My eyes open wide when I see him hike up my legs so that I’m in front of him but spread more apart. As I pleasure myself I stroke him with a more firm grasp. “Just like that. Stroke me as if I’m inside of that pretty pussy of yours.” He moans as he watches my fingers rub my clit. I was watching myself stroke him and I see the bead of precum ball at the tip. I had the urge to use my tongues to lick it up and twirl it around the head.

When we both look up at each other he presses his full lips against mine and it gave me a chill. Because it felt like we were meant to kiss…to touch…to be intimate.

I’m as crazy as he is.

I twirl my tongues against his and he rocks his hips faster, as he stokes himself in my hand. I stop focusing on myself and I just use both of my hands to stoke him while rubbing the head against my pulsating clit.

He sucks my tongues and bites my bottom lip. I hear a suck when he releases my lips and I know they’re swollen from the assault.

Qimir’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels the tip slide inside of me. I start to go further but he stops me. “No, you ran from me earlier. You don’t get to feel my cock inside of you just yet. But don’t worry, I’ll let you cum this time. Now make yourself cum with just the tip of my cock. I want your juices dripping against this rock.” He holds my legs further apart and I let out a moan with some gibberish of my native tongue from the added pleasure.

I stroke him against my clit and I bite my lips, moaning, and internally wanting him inside of me. “Master…please just let me slide it in. I want your cock inside of my pussy. I want to make you feel good too.”

He allows only the head to go in again and then he stops. “If you hadn’t ran, Akasha I’d be balls deep inside of you. But you have to learn the consequences of your actions. Now let me watch you cum with just the tip.” He groans as he leans in and bites the same spot he had earlier on my neck.

“Fuck…” I moan as I stroke him faster between my pussy lips. “Mmm, that colorful language. I really like when you use your words to let me know you’re enjoying yourself….I might not have my cock inside of you right now. But it will be inside of you soon.” He licks my bottom lip and I rock my hips now, just to feel more friction.

I move my face and moan that I’m gonna come soon, which only makes him stoke against me faster. “Cum on the head of this cock, little flower. I need to watch you cum.” He moans against my open mouth.

I groan and whimper as I feel my lips clutch on the head of his cock. I stop and feel my juices drip down my lips and onto the shaft of his cock.

I try to catch my breath but he doesn’t give me a second of rest. He moves me up on the rock and flips me over so that my stomach was lying on the cold hard rock.

“Now I get my release.” The snakes in my stomach were tumbling and toiling around as I wait with anticipation of him, fucking me from behind. But instead I feel him move me to my knees and I feel his tongue lap up at my already sensitive clit.

“Ah…t…too much, master.” I moan as I claw at the rock. He gives a firm slap to my ass, before he parts it. “You can take it. I know you can.” He assaults me with his tongue on my clit and my back arches as I squirm trying to get away.

“There you go, running again. Now stay still.” He gives a firm order and my body, does what it’s told.

He slides his tongue inside of me and I feel his nose graze the bud of my ass, which causes me to groan in pleasure.

This bastard is going to ruin me before I can even slit his throat.

I move my hips but he slaps my parted ass, more firmly. “Don’t…move.” He says between licks. I let out a moan in response and feel him slurp and suck my lips.

Just when I think he’s about to let up, he grips my ass and he licks from the tip of my clit all the way to the bud of my ass.

The noise coming from my throat sounded animalistic.

He slips his tongue in and I look back at him. He had his eyes shut but I can tell he was in utter bliss. I feel his fingers stroking my inner walls and I jerk close to an orgasm.

If my nails could dig deeper into the rock I’m sure I would’ve broke chunks of it off.

“Master, Massssster I’m gonna come. I’m gonna-” He spits and slurps it up and I lose it.

I feel myself squirm and squirt all at the same time.

I don’t care that he said don’t move. I move my hips and I rub my ass and pussy in his face so I can ride out the orgasm.

He then holds me firmly still and he gives a hard suck to my aching clit. I jerk one more time and in an embarrassing motion, I hit my head on the rock and I pass out…

••••

I wake up to the smell of something in the air and I’m back in the bed when I open my eyes. The gears in my head start to spin when I realize, Qimir is either sleeping on some floor or chair. Or he’s sleeping in the very bed I’m in.

I quickly get out of the bed and I see I’m wearing one of his t-shirts. It comes just past my knees and yet I still feel exposed. I follow the smell and find him shirtless in what looks like a kitchen.

I look at the scar on his back and the curiosity comes back to my mind. How did he get that scar?

Who hurt him?

For a split second I feel anger in my stomach knowing someone had hurt him.

No, stop.

I don’t care that someone had hurt him. Right, I don’t care.

Yet, I walk a bit further and I reach out, letting my finger tips brush against him. His body tenses and when he turns, I see something menacing in his eyes. I snatch my hand back and he quickly switches.

“Someone’s finally awake. Are you hungry?” Before I can protest, my stomach gives me away. He gives a smirk at the sound motions for me to sit at the table. I hesitate slightly and he stares me down. “Akasha, sit.” He says in a gentle yet steady voice.

I go sit down and he brings over to me, a bowl of some sort of broth. I look at it questioning if I should eat it.

“It’s not poison, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Qimir says as he pulls up a chair. “Are you sure?”

“If I wanted to kill you, it would’ve been when I had you in the alleyway.” Fair point.

I stir the broth with the spoon provided and I bring it to my lips. I sniff the air and the broth doesn’t have any off odors. But you can mask a poison with other ingredients.

I bring the spoon to my lips and from the corner of my eye I see him, watching me. Waiting for me to taste. I let the liquid hit my tongues and I glance at him.

“It’s good.” I tell him as I take another spoon fool. The broth had chunks of meat in it as well as some grains.

He seems to relax after watching me eat and he begins to eat his meal as well.

We eat in silence for a while. The only sound you hear is just spoons scraping bowls and slurping from lips.

I glance at Qimir and I see him licking his spoon and lips. My brain stutters as I remember what those lips and tongue has done to me in the last twenty-four hours and the broth goes down the wrong way.

I choke on the broth and he gets up to help me. But I jerk away from him and I fall out my chair. I manage to choke down the broth and he was crouched down in front of me.

“Even after the intimate moments we had, and you’re still not willing to let me touch you.” He says with a hint of hurt in his voice. “I don’t trust you, Quimir. Is that even your real name?”

He nods and clenched his jaw. “You don’t trust me yet hours ago you trusted me enough to have my face buried in placed on your body intimately. This flower just gets more and more interesting. And as far as my name, I chose it so it’s my name.”

He cocks his head to the side as he stares at my neck. He gives a smirk and I raise my hands to the tender spot. “That mark I left…there’s no mistake that you belong to me. But I’m sure you’ll learn when I leave more marks on you.” He stands up and offers his hand to me but I ignore it and stand on my own.

I walk past him and sit down at the table, no longer hungry. Just feeling licked with anger.

“If you’re done eating then let’s get started on your first lesson. The lesson at hand is admitting your fear.” I feel as if ice cold water was poured over me and I feel exposed.

My eyes look around before anything else and I see he has a saber in his hand. I go to get up but he stops me with a look. “Sit still and don’t you fucking move.”

I don’t even look at him. My eyes on trained on the saber. “Why are you afraid of an object that has no power unless wielded? Why does fear have you by the throat like this, Akasha?”

Qimir walks around the table towards me but again I only stare at the saber. “If you want to kill me with the saber. Just do it. Stop taunting me.” I finally look up at him and he was gazing at me.

“The fight in your eyes lets me know you’re not hopeless. Now why are you afraid or a light saber? Did a Jedi do something to you?” I stare him, unanswering. “Your people?” My eye twitches and he gives a chuckle.

“Genocide is funny to you?” I narrow my eyes accusing him. “No, what’s funny is your anger gives you away. Clearly the Jedi have wronged you but they left such a deep scar on your life that fear has you by a choke hold. I want to help you break that fear.”

“Why? Why is this important to you?”

“Because, what I desire is a partner of equal standing. And I’ve looked for many years. You…you have the potential. But this fear is holding you back and I want to help. Will you let me?” He asks as he towers over me.

I swallow hard and I look down at the saber. “How can you help me? How can you help me heal these scars?” He lifts my chin so that I’m looking up at him. “Not heal them, embrace those scars. Come with me.” He tugs me up from my seat and he leads me to another room.

When we get to this room, I notice the walls have many scratch marks all over them. Qimir stops which makes me do the same as well. “You seem to fear the saber because you see it as a reminder of the terrible events in your life. But instead of freezing with fear, you should concentrate on using that fear to paralyze your enemies.”

I watch as he walks over to a metal box. My first thought is that he’s going to grab another saber, but instead he takes out a metal helmet. It looked homemade and had a creepy smile adoring it. “This is made of Cortosis. It destabilizes light sabers and…it’s also a device they would use on younglings.”

My eyes cut to him. “You were a Jedi?” He nods and I bare my teeth at him. “I knew something was wrong with you! You’re like them! You’re a murderer! Just like them!” I yell as I back away from him. He raises his hand and I get yanked over to him.

“I was a Jedi, and as far as a murderer, I only killed the people who wronged me. I was never on your planet when the erasing happened. I…am what they call, a Sith. I’m telling you all of this because I need you to trust me in order for this training to be a success, Akasha.”

He hands me the helmet and it has some weight to it.

I could smash him across his face, hit him over and over until his skull is caved in and I could be rid of him. But I can’t do that. I don’t even have a way off this island…which means he had to had brought me here on a ship.

But where is the ship?

“What do you want me to do with this? Eat it?” I ask in a sarcastic manner. He rolls his eyes at me and clears his throat. “Put it on, you need to refocus your mind and let yourself be one with the force.” I give him a scowl. “But I’m not force sensitive.”

He shakes his head. “Yes you are, Akasha. I had you under my control earlier but you had managed to get out of my hold. You were most likely force sensitive as a child but no one trained you. Now put the helmet on.”

“After I do, what will you do to me?” I ask as I look down at the frozen smiling face. “I won’t do anything that you won’t like. I promise.” I don’t trust him, but in order to get my way I need to play along. So I put the helmet on and it’s a bit claustrophobic. All I can really hear is my own breathing. “What now…Master?”

I can feel him behind me. Holding my hips in place as he presses his front to my back. “Now close your eyes. Your eyes can deceive you. You must not trust them. Breathe….connect with the force, Akasha. Think of those moments where you’ve had peace. Grasp those moments and use that to connect you.”

A thought bubbles up in my head. A thought I haven’t had since I was a little girl. It was the day my mother had gave me my youth marks.

I remember the day. I was both excited and anxious. I had asked the great grandmother about how the process is done. And she told me that I was suppose to drink a warm liquid that would have me in a limbo state, and then the great grandmother would take red ink, a poking stick and a stone and give me my youth marks.

I still remember my mother holding my hand when the first poke pierced my skin. I winced in pain and my mother said, I must be strong like our people. I need to be brave like my father and cunning like my ancestors.

“Look at you…” I hear Qimir’s voice and that’s when the memory fades. When I come back to the present, I see that I’m holding the saber, but not only that, everything in the room is floating in the air.

I gasp and that’s when everything falls to the floor. I toss the saber down and I take the helmet off. “What are you doing? You were doing amazing, Akasha.”

“I feel sic-” I feel a slight pound to my head and I drop down. But before I can fall completely, Qimir scoops me up in his arms. “Sorry there little flower, I should’ve warned you that you’d feel a bit nauseous after your first time. But you made me proud. Which means you get rewarded greatly.” He leans down and he kisses my temple. He carried me in his outs and walks out of the room, I look back at the saber and helmet and feel…a warm sensation.

Is it because I don’t feel well?

Because he said he was proud of me?

Or because I was able to tap into the force?

Yeah, I don’t feel well. I’ll go with that logic.

••••

After much rest and odd dreams about the force, I was woken up feeling this empty feeling in my gut. I haven’t felt that in a long time.

I crawl out of bed and feel that the side next to me was cold.

Where is he?

I feel my bare feet patting against the cold floor and I hear drilling. I follow the sound and when I find where it’s coming from I see Qimir drilling something onto the helmet.

He senses me because he stops and looks over at me. “Did I wake you?” He asks as he sets his drill down. “No, I was just wondering what you were doing since you weren’t lying next to me.”

He looks down at my bare thighs and the back at me. “I couldn’t sleep, and even if I could, I wouldn’t sleep in the same room as you…you’re too much of a distraction.”

“So where do you sleep? If not in the bed with me?” I ask out of pure curiosity. He looks around and then back at me.

“In here. I have a cot in the corner.” He motions with his chin and I look over to see the cot. It looks uncomfortable and old.

I make a face.

“That can’t be good for your back.” I look back at him and he’s just staring at me like he wants to eat me…out.

“Careful little flower, you sound like you care about me.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms, which causes my chest to push up. His eyes, go right to there and I feel…hot.

“I’m just saying, that can’t be good for your back…speaking of that. How did you get that scar?”

The moment I mention the scar he seems to give off a dark murderous aura. Even I take a small step back.

“…My…Master, gave this to me after she threw me away.” His jaw was clench but I see it in his eyes. The anger and hurt. “So she stabbed you in the back.” I say remembering how big and ugly the scar looks.

I get a slight irritation in my chest hearing that a woman had hurt him.

“Among other things. Yes.” He then goes silent and the room just seems suffocating. So I speak.

“These…scars.” I touch my face and give a sad smile. “Are my youth scars as well as my warrior scars. They were painful, but I adore them.”

“Are you saying I should adore this scar on my back?” He snaps at me. “No, I’m saying my scars have a story. And so does yours. I have plenty of scars you haven’t seen that shows I’ve tried to take my own life….” I pull down the shirt and point to the faint scar on my neck.

“When my people were slaughtered and I was left. I got scared. I got scared and lonely and I remember…I grabbed a chair. I grabbed a chair and I grabbed my old baby blanket. I had cut it up finely and I just kept tying the pieces together until the knots were tight enough. I remember praying to whatever god or entity out there that I could join my people after taking my life. And when I kicked the chair from under me-”

Qimir was up in an instant. I flinch thinking he was going to hit me but instead he pulls me into a hug. “Stop-stop talking about that memory. When you talk about it, you look helpless and that makes my chest hurt, because I can’t stop that for you. I can’t protect you.” He looks down at me and he looks at my neck. He leans down and he kisses the faint scar.

“Don’t ever do this again. I’ll lose my mind if you took yourself away from this planet…from this time period…from me.” He embraces me again, and I feel…warm.

This feeling is foreign to me and I don’t want it to stop. But I can’t allow him to get to me. I can’t allow him to win.

I shrug him off and back up a bit. “What are you working on?” I ask, just to change the subject. He looks back over towards the helmet.

“I’m just adding some new additions to the helmet. It’ll help when you’re wearing it and keep the force in you stable.”

He’s thinking about me.

He’s considering how I felt sick after using the force in that magnitude.

This, this is too much. I need to leave this room or something. I feel like I’m suffocating.

“Oh! I’m…I’m just gonna go back to bed. Sorry to bother you.” I go to leave but he keeps me still by getting a grip of my shirt. “You’re never a bother to me, Akasha. Actually, how are you feeling? I meant to ask you that.”

He gently pulls me closer to him and I swallow hard because he’s giving me a look that tells me, I’m going to be on my back with my legs spread wide open.

“I’m fine. I got plenty of sleep so, I’m fine now.” He looks at my lips and then he trails his thumb against my bottom lip. “So, if you’re fine and you had plenty of sleep, then why do you need to get back to bed?”

“I…uh.”

He walks forward which makes me walk backwards. Until my legs bump against something cool.

My hand touches it and it feels smooth to the touch, like metal or a mirror.

“Little flower, you aren’t trying to avoid me are you?” I shake my head. “No, I figured you didn’t want a distraction so I would just leave you alone.”

“It’s too late for that now isn’t it. You come in here, with this shirt on and your thighs out for display. Imagine if we had company. I’d have to kill them for looking at you. For looking at what’s mine.” He leans me against the metal like wall and he brushes his lips against my neck. This time with lust behind it.

“A…are you sure you don’t want to finish up on the helmet?” I ask, knowing he sure as fuck doesn’t want to do that.

“Why would I do that, when I have a delicious snack in front of me? I think I deserve a break, and I do recall saying I’d give you a reward…”

To watch this man get on his knees and push my legs apart, should be illegal. But he does just that and he lifts my left leg and place it on his shoulders. He looks up at me and while we keep eye contact, he bites and sucks my inner thigh, causing me to hiss in pleasure.

“Now I’ll leave marks that no one but you and I can see.” He says as he trails his tongue against the now bruised mark.

“Lean against the wall for balance, little flower.” I do as I’m told and he hikes me up so that both of my legs are on his shoulders.

I hear him lick and my hands go to his hair. I throw my head back against the mirror, I buck my hips as I feel his tongue does circles around my clit.

His hand then reaches under the shirt I’m wearing and he gets a hold of my right breast. My nipples feel as hard as rocks as I feel him pinch one.

“Qimir…Master, please don’t stop…” I moan out as rock my hips and rub my pussy deep in his face.

I hear him slurp and lap up my pussy and when I finally look down, he was flicking his tongue quickly up and down my slit.

“Mmmm, you’re…such a lovely distraction. Especially with this fucking sweet little pussy. I feel him insert two fingers inside of me and when he does a come here motion, I start stuttering like a madwoman.

He continues to do the come here motion as well as sucking and licking my clit and I quickly without warning cream on his face.

I watch his eyes roll back as he deeply licks me out. I was practically gripping his hair when I came and when I finally catch my breathe, I let go and he has beautiful just fucked hair.

Has be always been this…pretty?

He kisses my left then right inner thigh and then he kisses my pussy lips before letting me down on wobbly legs.

As he stands up, I see the erection he has poking in his pants. I lean in without thinking and I stand on tippy toe, kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue and I twirl with his.

He pulls back but only after I bite and pull his bottom lip. “Mmm where are my manners. A lady as tired as you are shouldn’t be on their feet like this. I think you should rest off of those pretty feet and kneel for me.” He says as I see him rubbing his cock in his pants.

I lower myself on my knees, but he stops me and moves so I mirror him. I look up at him and he leans down and rubs this thumb on my bottom lip. I open my mouth and I suck his thumb, causing a groan to come from him.

“You are so beautiful, Akasha. Such beauty as yours, would make anyone do whatever to make you happy. I would kill for you if it put a smile on your face. I would break someone’s neck for you, it it meant I could have you look at me like this all the time. I’d slit their throat for you. I would cut them open and offer their heart to you just to show you how dedicated I am for your happiness.”

My stomach flutters hearing him say that and I watched as he pulls his pants down. I bite my bottom lip looking at his cock and he strokes it while looking at me.

“You know from the moment I met you, and seen your tongues, I’ve wanted my cock in your mouth. I want to know how that feels, little flower. Can you do that for me? Show me what those pretty tongues can do.” He steps out of his pants and steps closer to me.

I inhale his scent and it makes me moan as I lean forward. I flick my tongues on the head of his cock and he lets a hiss escape his lips. I take the head into my mouth and Qimir lets out a soft moan, while holding the back of my head.

“You’re so good to me, little flower. So, so good.” He does slow and deep thrusts and I feel a tingle in the back of my throat.

“You know why…I’m standing like-oh fuck don’t stop sucking…just like that….You know why I’m standing right here, lit…little flower? So you can watch yourself in the mirror, while you take my cock down your throat.”

I glance over and sure enough we’re facing the mirror. It was a great turn on to see myself on my knees, taking him. I look back up and he slides out of my mouth.

“I’m going to go faster, but I just wanted to warn you, okay little flower?” He asks permission. I grant him that and he smiles. “Good girl, now open.” I open my mouth and he spits in it then slides his cock back in my mouth.

He starts thrusting deeper and faster which tickles my gag reflex. I try to push back but he takes my arms and keeps them up with on of his hands.

“No…hands, little flower. Fuck. Your mouth feels so good.” I start to choke a little but he doesn’t stop. He grips my hair and he fucks my throat deeper. I feel tears welling up in my eyes and he smirks.

“I know you can take this. I know you can take all of it down this pretty little throat of yours. And if not, then I’ll train your throat so…so it can only take my cock. F..fuck. Just like that. Swallow this cock like your life depends on it, Akasha.” He moans as he bucks his hips.

I try my best not to gag, so that he will be happy. Pleasing him seems to be my main focus and I want to make him happy.

When he finally pulls out, a trail of drool and precum drips from my lips. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks while stroking himself faster as he whimpers. “No, master. Keep go-” He doesn’t even let me finish my sentence as he enter my mouth once again.

This time I relax my throat as he face fucks me. I look in the mirror and what I see makes my juices drip onto the floor. Qimir’s muscles were flexed, his veins were pulsing and his facial expressions were blissful.

“My cock….belongs in your throat, Akasha. Don’t you think so?” He asks as he looks at me, thrusting and fucking. I nod, and I gag causing his cock to jump. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum.”

No sooner, I feel his thick cum shoot down my throat. He groans for me to swallow every last drop and just like his good little flower, I obey.

I milk him and he bites his bottom lip looking down at me. He lets my hair and hands go and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him

and we kiss, tasting each other in each others mouths.

“You did so good, Akasha. Keep that up and I’ll become addicted to you.” He whispers sleepily. I begin to reply but a yawn cuts me off.

“How about, we get to bed.” I nod and look over at the cot but he shakes his head. “I think we both deserve to sleep in a comfortable bed tonight. And besides, I want you close.”

Hearing him say that makes my heart flutter.

Wait, no. I don’t want it to flutter.

What is Qimir doing to me?