Riding
He's almost finishing.
Once he's done, Marika is going to wash herself.
Quietly. First in the rain, if it's possible.
Cold water in the bathtub. Or extremely hot.
Because it's a cold night and he made her wear...nothing at all under the coat.
Like a prostitute.
Marika Soresi is just a slut for him.
Even the guards were muttering the worse words at her back when they let them in to the grave of soldiers.
They wished to forbid it. But Marika is the last heir.
And her man is a Round.
Showing his respects.
(But Luciano Bradley comes from a family with no honor and everyone knows that)
It's good. He is almost finishing, yes. But that makes it's more harsh, quick and painfully. There is blood when he finally comes out.
Not only that, Marika realizes falling to the ground.
He wore no condom.
Why should he? Marika was a virgin before him. Unless we can count the dreams.
And she's someone else's fiancée.
(Leon would die facing Luciano or he would kill her, maybe for the best if it wasn't for Kewell's revenge)
Making so much hurt it's even better than the orgasm itself for Bradley.
He says something. A mockery: Efficient as I expected you to be, you're dismissed, lady Soresi.
(It's probably that but Marika barely hears while nods and he caress her cheek before licking it as goodbye)
Every men's picture in the mausoleum stares at her with disdain. Marika is in front Kewell's. And his eyes are even more cold than the others.
And the floor.
Marika says for herself that everything is for Kewell's sake. To kill Kouzuki, the criminal who murdered him.
(She wants Bradley to humiliate Kouzuki in a way that no woman should suffer. Something saved for beasts)
But at night, with full moon and feeling a pain she didn't know that existed, Marika thinks that there is more blood from Kewell in her own hands than in Kouzuki's.
(Blood is thicker than water, he said once. But the honor is more valuable than blood. And Marika has given away the last for Kewell)
