A/N: Hey guy's I'm back (I'll apologies for the wait at the end), enjoy the long awaited chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Chaotic; including its characters, the TV show, or the card game. I only own my main character and this plot.
The following two weeks went by in a blur; I'm surprised I remember anything really!
There was plenty of hot intercourse obviously and when my husband wasn't having his way with me, we were either cuddling together next to the fire reading books or just talking in general.
Like with Maxxor we did a lot of question and answering over the last fourteen days and it's only now have I realized there's a lot more to Chaor then meets the eye.
True he can be a little reckless and easily tempered (and that's saying a lot!), but underneath that is something that I've only seen… something almost cute. I know that may sound weird as I described the great Underworlder Leader, I just can't find another word for it.
He's only hard because he has to be, keeping his true nature under careful guard.
… "Until he met me." Chaor kept repeating, his almond shaped blue eyes following my every move from his spot on the chair as he always allowed me to pick out the next read from the book shelves in front of him. His longing gaze was always full of love and nothing else.
It's hard being the son of a king, more so of the then ruler of the Underworld. Many obstacles were stacked against him even then, but Chaor has managed to overcome them one way or another.
I asked him many things about his passed; many of which he still refuses to talk about and others I've promised to speak to no one. None of them are horrifying I assure you, they were just soul weighing acts that needed to be taken off his chest.
So you would forgive me for not writing them down my friend, they are for my ears alone.
"These hands have done many things Alice," Chaor started holding his huge red appendages up to show me, bringing an end to his last tale, "many of which I'm not proud of. I just… hope… you don't think any less of me."
I just looked up at him as I sat on his lap, even in the fireplaces glow his blue orbs still looked dull and tired like he had seen many things during his reign. I continued the gaze right into them as I gave my husband my best warm smile, "Chaor you're not a monster, and even if you tell me you were I wouldn't believe it."
My husband's face changed to mild surprise as I touched both sides of his face, "No one's perfect, not even me. We all have ghosts of days gone by that we remember and ones we don't want to, it's how we deal with our demons that make a difference."
Even as I was talking I felt his thick arms tightening around my waist ever so slowly bring me that much closer as my hands moved down his chest, but they stayed in contact with his skin. Then he lowered his head slowly to nuzzle against mine, I sighed as I leaned into the new form of affection.
"If it's even possible I've fallen deeper in love with you, my darling Alice… my beautiful bride." Chaor whispered into my left ear, making me smile into the coming kiss.
My husband was many things, but a monster wasn't one of them, true Underworlder's were born with the instinct to kill each other if they wanted. But that didn't mean they couldn't have hearts! Many of which even had talents they put to good use; like Takinom for example, my husband told me she is a master of detail. She's even helped decorate the Palace more than once!
Plus Chaor has many hidden hobbies of his own, some surprised me while other's… not so much.
Chaor loves to box, kind of like the sport we have on Earth only this version is done in the Underworld Coliseum, but it's nothing like the 'settling fights' they have when two Underworlders get into an argument. It's more violent however since creatures can use attacks and don't wear any form for protective gear like human boxer's. The Boxing Matches were supposed to be a form of entertainment since the Underworld didn't have the luxury of the performing arts like the Overworlder's, however when the sport began causing more fatality's when contestant's toke things to far Chaor had no choice but to enforce stricter rules.
Each fight lasts 3 rounds and the rounds last up to ten minutes. Contestants can still use attacks, but only twice each round so fights are mainly fists oriented. Lastly because the matches were to demonstrate the skills of the fighters, they could gain points each time they inflicted a blow or by how well it's performed. The fighter that was still standing and had more points at the end of the 3 round's wins.
Not surprisingly Chaor's won his fair share of matches and has the bragging rights to prove it!
A few of his opponents included Rothar and Ragetrod, who's buddies pretty much dared them to box my husband. I had to fight back from rolling my eyes at Chaor's account of the whole story, it sounded like the two Underworlder Warriors were that confident in themselves!
Both fought Chaor one at a time… and both came out of the ring full of bruises and Rothar even a broken arm!
At the end of the day however my husband loves to just unwind even if it's just for an hour or two. Besides reading he enjoys reciting the occasional sonnet or even writing his own versions, which came as a shock to me! I didn't know Chaor wrote as well!
But it was true he even showed me a few of his handwritten stuff that he dedicated to me, which was all very romantic I might add!
I blushed like crazy as I read each one, I almost swooned by the time I finished. I told Chaor I loved them all, which he responded with a smile and warm kiss, saying it was all from the heart. Which I already knew.
Chaor was even impressed when I told him I cooked some and when I offered to make him dinner one day, he seemed very delighted at the thought of eating something of mine.
We also shared our quirks; other than his temper Chaor has a bit of an ego, which I kind of already knew from watching Chaotic. He can get a little irritable too for no reason and my husband warned me that when he was, I should probably stay out of his way because he won't be pleasant at all to be around for an hour or two… AT LEAST!
I surprised him again by giggling, I was pretty familiar with those kinds of moods swings. I am a woman after all, but also Miss Mulberry could get a bit grumpy at times also so I knew when to keep my distance when someone was in a bad mood.
That seemed to put Chaor more at ease… and I could see in his eyes he was thinking about something else, something that happened long ago.
It was the start of an almost healing journey for us in that moment, only coming to an end when our honeymoon came to a close.
I didn't what to ask him then what was wrong because I had an idea of what he had been thinking of, until one day while we were at our 'Diamond Pit' I decided to be brave…
"Are you thinking about your mother Chaor?" I asked gently, looking up to him as he held me.
The both of us were actually sitting at the caverns edge, marveling the light show above and below. However Chaor's mind seemed to be elsewhere and my question seemed to have brought him out of his thoughts, "Yes I was," he affirmed, glancing down at me with almost sorrowful eyes, "my mind has been drifting to her lately."
A small smile eased its way onto my face, I knew how he felt, "There's nothing for you to be sorry for Chaor," I told him softly, touching the place over his heart, "every child thinks about their mother."
Chaor looked down at me and a shadow of a smile showed, but just barely. I remained silent for a few moments more before asking, "What was she like?" My voice sounded more timid then I intended, after all it might be more of a touchy subject then Chaor lets on and I didn't what to pry if he wasn't willing to tell.
However Chaor looked down at me fully this time, his smile widening a little more before drooping again, "I'm afraid I don't remember all that much about her," he started, his tone calm and sad, "I was but a youngling when she was accidentally killed by my father. But I know she looked a lot like me, since I inherited her skin color and eyes."
I just 'hummed' as a response, not sure what else to say.
"Do you often think of your parents Alice?" Chaor's deep voice asked rather bluntly, but at the same time it was gentle.
That question caught me off guard, if I had been walking I probably would have stopped mid-step. All this time I've said I don't remember my parents at all, which is true but sometimes scraps of memories surface and I often wonder what might have been if they had survived that day…
I didn't even say a single word for a few minutes, not even looking at him either, "I do." I finally said, though my voice sounded distant as I stared at my now folded hands sitting on my lap, "Many of my childhood memories are clouded… but sometimes I have these blurred dreams of a man talking, I just can't hear what he's saying… and other times I swear I can hear a woman's voice singing in my head."
Finally I slowly lifted my eyes to look up at Chaor, who had been watching and listening the whole time with a soft gaze, "It's impossible for me to grieve for them, I just wish I knew them."
I didn't have to say who 'they' were because Chaor seemed to understand; giving me a small nod in affirmative as well as a warm glow in his eyes.
My husband and I left it at that, only bringing it up again a few days later when we felt ready to talk about it. I guess when a person suffers a tragic loss (even if they remember it or not) it leaves a scar behind, and no matter how much we my deny it it's always there. Though I feel children suffer the most because they're at that fragile stage in life. I think Chaor and I can both relate.
Chaor talked more about his mother first, despite me gently imploring him he didn't have to.
She was a soft spoken woman. Very uncharacteristic for a female Underworlder, whose voices can be just as deep as their male counter parts; while others can sound like their wheezing and even hissing. Chaor's mother was also considered to be the most beautiful in all the Underworld; her stunning smoldering red skin went perfectly with her strong but equally curvy form. Her blue eyes were just like Chaor's, though he thinks they were just a shade lighter and she didn't have a tail, which my husband inherited from his father.
As Chaor continued to describe what he recalled about her, I started piecing together what his mother may have looked like in my artist-talented head:
A female version of Chaor; minus the tail and all the horns…
Feminine looking but still neatly pointed face…
Red skin that was always soft fromconstantly putting on lotion…
Bright blue, almond shaped eyes…
Always wore red dresses made of soft fabric…
Velvet soft, callous free hands…
Thin red hair that was always cut short… just passed her shoulders…
And a smile that could light up even a sunless place like this one…
"She sounds beautiful," I complemented, meaning that fully, "what was her name?"
Chaor and I were both taking a bath; I again soaked up to my shoulders with the water barley coming to the top of Chaor's abs. The perfectly warm liquid was bursting with vanilla scented soap with white bubbles threatening to bury me and spill over the top of the rock-like pool of a tub. Chaor was facing me near the foot while I was in front of him, each taking our turn cleaning the other with a white wash cloth (though it seemed Chaor was insisting on cleaning me more!).
"We don't say a creatures' name after they past," Chaor explained, pausing from gently cleaning my face, "its our way of finding condolence. If we don't say their name we don't morn for them as long."
That saddened me considerably, "That's a shame." I said softly, looking down at the bubbles bobbing front of me, "I've always heard it helps to talk about fond memories about the individual, it helps ease the pain of losing them."
I looked up when Chaor didn't say anything, he was smiling down at me in admiration, "You are right or course my darling," he said warmly, "that's just our way."
"However…" my husband then brawled, "it wouldn't hurt to at least tell you her name since we're alone."
That statement made the both of us share a smile, "My mother's name was Serafina," My husband said, saying his mother's name slowly as if he was just happy to finally say it after all this time, "and my father's name was Niremaan. Which means King of Fire in the ancient Underworld language."
"Oh…" I breathed out before thinking, "Chaor's father must have been a very powerful creature to be given a name like that!"
As my husband finished cleaning me off I felt the coming question in his features, but I think he was waiting for me to make the first move, "I only ever learned my parents' names when I was around 6 or 7, I can't remember which." I started, my voice surprisingly soft as if in remembrance, "One of the policies of the orphanage says that a child can't know that many details of their biological parents, I assume it's a way of keeping kids from running away or giving them false hope that they may still be alive."
I breathed a small sigh to calm my non-existent jitters, I looked up to Chaor fully as he was pulling me into his lap in a comforting way, "You don't have to continue if you don't wish to Alice." he told me gently.
"No it's alright," I started, giving him a reassuring smile, "after all you told me your parents' names… so it's only fair I told you mine."
That was when my voice sobered a little, "It's not much though, but I know a few things." From then on my voice was clear and strong, and it felt comforting to be in Chaor's arms as I told him all I was recounted by my guardian's;
"My parents' names were Scott and Natalie Rosewood, they lived a very private life, so even the orphanage wasn't able to dig up much info. Apparently Scotts parents died suddenly from cancer when he was about 30 and Natalie was raised by relatives, so I also never met either of my grandparents." I started.
"Wait, so your mother's parents are still alive?" Chaor asked, clearly confused.
"Were still alive." I clarified, "Natalie's parents got a divorce when she turned 14… and it was pretty ugly from what I understand. They were also wealthy too, since my grandfather was a shrewd business man. But Natalie's childhood wasn't that glamorous; her parents were always arguing and when they separated she left to live with family who actually cared the first chance she got. Natalie lost touch with her parents after that, never of them didn't even bother to send one letter."
I immediately stopped when Chaor snarled angrily, "How is it that a mated pair could turn their backs on their own child?!" he raved.
"Easily." I answered simply, but I too felt resentment for my grandparents treating my mother that way. It didn't affect my composer though as I finished, "By the time my parents married, both Natalie's parents passed away for unknown reasons; though the orphanage found out it was because of 'old age', both passing away in their sleep. Not surprisingly they didn't leave even a small inheritance for Natalie, but both she and her husband Scott made it alright."
Chaor hugged me close, making me smile again for the first time since I recounted my past, "Where are they now?" he asked, his tone careful.
"I was told my parents were buried in Virginia somewhere," I informed him, the question not even bothering me, "that was my old home."
I paused for a moment, revealing something I've never told anyone, not even Miss Mulberry, "I had always thought about going back… to visit their graves at least once… but every time I had the opportunity I always changed my mind at the last minute. I guess I'm just too scared to… and I don't know the reason."
Beneath the water, my semi-submerged back was being stroked comfortingly. I looked up at Chaor again and found him smiling down at me, "Do not feel sadness darling," Chaor advised me, his deep rumbling voice the softest I've ever heard, "when you are ready to go visit them you'll know. But rest assured you will be welcomed when you are."
My heart felt lighter then, my husband's words helped me greatly, "Thank you Chaor." I told him, my voice soft and happy.
"Your heart is one of the many things I love most about you my darling Alice," Chaor continued, before reaching over to where his loincloth rested on the bathrooms floor not two feet to the right of the tub and began digging into the pocket, "despite your unfortunate upbringing you've shown everyone that nothing has effected you. That you are still the same kind, loving woman you always were."
"That is why I had this made… just for you." Chaor breathed, before handing me a black velvet trimmed box.
I took it and opened the lid right there in the tub, and almost dropped it in the bath water when I gasped; it was a thick gold banded bangle bracelet with strong hooks to act as the clasp, but the most stunning part of the piece was the ruby in the shape of the heart. Shining with luster even in the dimness of the room, "Oh Chaor it's gorgeous!" I gushed, plucking it out of the box to examine my new gift.
"I'm so happy you like it Alice." Chaor sighed, his face nuzzling the side of my neck, "It's my wedding present to you, however it's you that I adore the most."
"You're going to make me blush!" I exclaimed, getting a little bashful.
"But you're so cute when you blush." Chaor stated, grinning.
"No I'm not…" I playfully brawled, sinking down into the bubbles to hide my scarlet face.
"Get back up here my little darling!" My husband mockingly ordered, making me squeal when his hands made a grab for me, pulling me towards his waiting hungry lips.
A couple surprising traits I learn about my new husband was that he was both a very good listener and I can go to him about anything.
I can do that with all my future husbands of course, but I feel it's more special when I share my thoughts with Chaor. Because he may seem to be the less likely choice and that alone makes me both smile and feel a sense of pride.
My Underworld Leader is always ready to lend and ear when I need someone to listen, even if it was just random babbling. And as a result I told him more about my parents then anyone I had ever known, even in New York.
I know Scott and Natalie owned a house out in Virginia; but because I was only 3 at the time and there were no other next-of-kin alive or willing to claim it, all the positions my younger self and parents owned was put up for auction after they passed. While other things like birth certificates and other federal stuff were confiscated by the orphanage when they gained custody of me.
However the most surprising thing my former guardians kept was photographs that were taken when I was very young.
Out of all the items my former guardians kept from my former life; I never knew why they saved a few photos. Even when I asked them they never once gave me straight answer.
Regardless I was grateful at the kind gesture, because it's only from looking at the wearing passed relics do I know what my parents looked like back then. One photo I remember very vividly; standing on the beach in front of the ocean was a man and a woman, both in normal cloths as the wind blew their hair and cloths all around.
Scott had short light brown hair, so light it almost looks like caramel in the sun and he even had a neatly trimmed mustache. His eyes were a very pretty green making them pop against his lightly tanned skin.
Natalie was a blonde, just like me; however her hair barley reached her shoulders and it wasn't as wavy. Her completion was very pale and her eyes were just like mine, baby blue (I've decided I look a lot like her, now that I'm a bit older then when I first looked at the photo).
The both of them were smiling brightly; Scoot wearing a pair of sunglasses on his head and a casual green button-down shirt, khaki shorts and flip-flops. Natalie was wearing a straw hat with a little blue ribbon tied at the hatband, a pretty strapless jean colored maxi dress and was also wearing flip-flops.
But it wasn't their faces I recall looking at the longest… it was the tiny form of a baby, wrapped in a pink blanket as she was being held softly in Natalie's arms with her face to the camera.
"Is that me?" I thought and I would be right, for the orphanage confirmed it.
I was only two weeks old when that picture was taken, during a family trip to Florida to see my first body of water.
The orphanage had plenty of other photo's just like it from other trips, but none of them stuck with me like that one did. I think it was because it was from a time I couldn't relive and seeing strange, yet familiar faces looking back at me when all was well with the world.
Chaor, however, didn't have any form of remembrance of his mother. Not even a token of jewelry.
It made my heart ache when Chaor explained that after a creature died everything he/she owned was destroyed and any trace of their existence was erased, unless they have accomplished a great thing in their life.
"That's horrible," I whispered, my eyes already starting to sting from tears, "I can't imagine doing that. Pretending your mother never existing, never uttering her name… it almost makes me want to cry."
"I've had my fair share of falling ran;" Chaor started, looking into the blazing fire, "I've shed tears for the mother I lost and for my father who I turned my back on. But the biggest thing I cried for was myself… for something was stolen from me and I would never find it again."
My eyes widened a fraction before my eyes casted down, "I think we both did, my husband." I said in a hushed tone.
My mind was deep in thought, but it was conscious enough to return Chaor's warm, comforting hug when he pulled my into his embrace.
I believe we helped each other during the 2 weeks together; both Chaor and I carried heavy weights inside our hearts, caused by the untimely death of those we could have held dear. Whether it was unforeseen grieve, guilt or thoughts of 'who they were'; I can honestly say my body feels much freer, now that I've actually told someone after all this time and not keeping it to myself anymore.
I know I could have opened up to Miss Mulberry since she was the closest thing to a friend I had, but I didn't.
I even could have just typed it on my laptop, pouring my emotions into the digital memory keeper or even on a simple piece of paper, I just never found the words.
I've now understand why I never did; I was because I was waiting to find another to confine into, someone who would understand.
And that someone was Chaor.
Alas, time passed just as quickly as it did before and soon the last day of Chaor and I's Honeymoon had come. "Must I let you go so soon?" my husband asked, for the umpteenth time that morning.
One would think you would run out of things to do when you're in an underground world such as this, more so when you are separated from all civilization for a short time. But Chaor has found ways to keep us moving, not once did I feel boredom the entire 2 weeks with him.
Besides the 'Diamond Pit' and the already explored Jade Pillar, Chaor had showed me around to all the sights that were within walking distance to The Cottage; which was more than expected. So we silently decided to be together on our last day… doing whatever we could with just the two of us.
For now though we were staring at the Pillar before us, glowing the perfect amount of light so anyone can stare right into it for as long as they want to. "Don't think of it as letting me go," I said softly, pushing my back into the warmth of his muscular chest as I intertwined my finger's in his, "think of it as waiting for my return."
"I hate waiting, especially when it's for someone I love." Chaor rumbled, his arms wrapping tighter around my tinier form as he nibbled at the right side of my neck.
I giggled in response to the ticklish action, but I kissed his check anyway making him sigh at the contact. "Still, I will miss you… my lovely little darling." Chaor whispered into my ear, rather seductively I might add.
"Is it me or my body you'll miss?" I asked, coyly, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.
I could feel a grin spreading on his pointed lips, "And if I say both?" My husband countered, his tone smug.
I gasped in mock-appalledness as I slapped his hands away, not hard but enough to help me get out of his grip, "That stings, you only love me by how well I warm your bed! You're despicable Chaor! I never want to look at you again!"
Even though I was playing, I must have played the part a little too well; because Chaor snapped out of is lust faze and became very remorseful. "No no no! That's not how I feel I promise!" my husband exclaimed, even dropping to both knees in a begging position, "I would never treat you like that my darling, please forgive me-"
He was silenced when I gave his mouth a tender kiss, "I'm only teasing you Chaor, I know you wouldn't play with my body and emotions like your toy." I softly told him, "Because you've shown me you love me too much to hurt me that way."
"I'll write you a thousand poems if that will prove how much I do." Chaor vowed, looking ready to right one down right now.
"(Giggle) That won't be necessary, my sexy Underworlder." I stated, placing my already blushing cheek against his ripped chest. Right over his pumping heart. "Your arms and your spoken worlds are enough for me."
Chaor made a long, low sigh, his deep voice vibrating through his muscular form as he gathered me up into another one of his loving hugs, "Would you like to read one more book?" he asked.
"I would love too!" I gushed, always ready from another reading session, "After all I haven't finished reading A Thousand and One Arabian Nights to you yet."
I immediately grabbed my husband's massive hand and all but bragged him inside, Chaor chuckling behind me all the while at my excitement. And as you may have guessed that was how we spent the better part of the morning going into the late afternoon, but I never noticed how much time had passed and Chaor certainly didn't seem to mind at all.
But my stomach wasn't shy about letting me know it was time for dinner; growling like crazy seconds after I closed Arabian Nights, "Jeeze! It's so embarrassing how often it does that!" I groaned, annoyed to no end.
Chaor just 'huffed' a laugh, "But it's supposed to do that when you're hungry darling." he informing me, his tone amused.
But then his eye brow raised like an idea came to him, "How about me have a nice candle lit dinner; just you and I?" Chaor offered, his voice getting a charming ring, "That way I can really show how much you mean to me Alice."
"That's sound so amazing," I sighed, already picturing the romantic dinner in my mind, "I would love that."
"I'll do everything when it comes to the food, so don't even try asking to help." Chaor ordered, holding his finger up when I tried to object, "All I ask of you is to dress up in anything that makes you feel like the sexy Queen I've always seen you as."
That statement made my face go red, he's always called me stuff like that and every time he does it makes my heart stop beating from the passion behind the words, "W-Well…" I stuttered, my brain deciding fail on me as I desperately tried to figure out what to say next, "I guess I could try to find something…"
Chaor then grinned as the look I was all too familiar with returned. I soon found myself laying on my back against the dark aged hardwood floor; gazing into Chaor's glowing blue eyes that were just inches from my face, staring right back at me.
"And after…" he started, elongating each syllable for effect before taking my wrists into his strong but careful hold above my head, "I'm going to give you the best mating session you've had thus far, but because I'm feeling generous I'll let you have a taste now."
Within seconds my husband had slammed his lips into mine and broken through the weak barrier of my lips. I could already feel my head beginning to cloud as Chaor's whip-like tongue tasted even the gum lines, his greedy muscle making me moan into his pointed mouth.
I continued to groan in pleasure as my eyes slipped closed, at the same time I could feel my red sundress's skirt rising; passing my knee's until it came to a stop at my waist, exposed my black panties to the warmed air.
"Mmmmm… Mmmmm… Ahhhhhh!"
As my attention was focused on the heated kissing; Chaor used the opportunity to pull my panties down with a single finger, while his left hand still held my hands. But what made me cry out is surprise was the feeling of a single finger going inside me as my husband's mouth moved to nibble hotly at my neck, going in and out of my wetting womanhood like he was testing my readiness for him.
Though he had said he was only letting me have a taste.
"Uhhhh!... Chaor!... What are yo-… Ahhhhhh!" My question was again cut off when Chaor added a second thick digit into the action, turning into three as my skin began forming a small layer of sweat as my inner temperature rose sharply.
"What does it look like darling?" my husband asked, in between lapping up the drops off my chest like he was drinking candy, all without ceasing his fingers motions, "I'm seeing just how prepared you are for me."
His tone mimicked that of a devious purr, making everything inside me melt by the time Chaor finally removed his fingers. But judging by the look on his face and my disappointed whimpering from his retreating appendage; neither of us wanted to stop.
"I shall leave it at that for now my darling Alice…" Chaor informed me, his voice starting to return to normal as he sat up (though it still had that husky tone). Then he took his now glistening hand and proceeded to lap off my cum, not at all shy about doing it in front of me as I watched with a flushing face, "but I'll be back for the rest of my meal after I prepare dinner."
I outwardly gasped, making Chaor smile even more as he stood all the way up to his full height. Then he began walking slowly to the door leading to the kitchen, still licking his fingers without pause; I could only watch his every move until he stepped through it.
My brain was only able to function again when Chaor disappeared from my view; when he did I immediately sat up straight, pulled my under where back up and pushed my skirt down, "OH! He's such a… MALE!" I raved.
Chaor has been that way since the very first day of the honeymoon; never afraid to dominate me, growl dirty things into my ear, calling me tantalizing names and even ordering me to perform certain acts for him in the bedroom.
All characteristics of steamy, rough intercourse.
Before I even met the Leader's I knew next to noting when it came to an intimate relationship with a man, least of all with a male creature. And because I'm more timid when it comes to things of that nature, I've been too nervous to do anything like that myself because it's something way outside my comfort zone.
However I've started coming out of my shell when I first joined Chaor in those said romps. I have no idea if it's because my new husband had somehow rubbed off on me, or if I was 'maturing' when it comes to these kinds of situations.
Seeing as I was still learning in the art of… making love.
To make my point; I'm getting more confident and as I keep mating with all my future husbands, I'm gaining experience as well.
As I continued to sit there on the floor, my mind kind of reminisced on the past two weeks. Sure Chaor can be a bit provocative when it comes to his lustful desires for me, but that was only his way of proving how devoted he was to me.
Even after I confessed my feelings for more than just him, that didn't change anything inside his heart, "I still love you my darling," Chaor whispered to me early one morning, with me laying on his chest looking down into his sweet gaze, "and I'll continue to do so for many long years."
"So you're not angry about my decision?" I had asked him, a look of slight worry on my face.
Chaor then only shook his head, his head propped up on one of the beds pillows, "I may be a temperamental creature Alice, but I understand a woman's heart especially yours. Your love is too great for only one male to possess; for you have so much of it."
Chaor then slowly rolled over until I was beneath him, laying against the soft bed as I looked into my husband's face as a smile began to grow,"That night you confessed was the night you confirmed what I had always known. You heart is full of overabundant love… and it should be shared with all."
A pale pink blush bloomed on my cheeks after remembering my husband's words, "Chaor might not be a romantic, but he can sure make a girl feel special." I said out loud, my tone a little giddy.
Then out of nowhere a thought came into my head, and it had to do with a curtain white box.
My eyes got all big as more idea's kept rolling in my head… ones that could only be influenced by Chaor's dirty habits. But instead of being freaked out like I originally thought, I surprised myself by actually going for it!
"Tonight is going to be interesting." I thought in my head, my voice and smile reminded me of a Cesar cat as I finally got to my feet.
I would need to be stealthy about it, seeing as the kitchen and the bathroom shared the same space. But I've managed to walk around the Cabin without waking Chaor up in the morning, so it might be doable.
I stepped through the already open door and the strong aroma of delicious spices hit me right in the nose, "That smells so good!" I exclaimed, my stomach already agreeing with me.
Chaor, who had his back turned to me as he stood over the turn-of-the-century stove, looked over his shoulder with a bright smile. "That's my special blend," he told me, still mixing the said spices in a bowl, "I'm going to put it on the Pork Tenderloin before grilling it."
"Well it smells amazing, I can't wait to try it." I stated, before sending an air kiss his way and walking over to the huge metal forged wardrobe, leaving my husband to finish cooking.
When I reached the said wardrobe I opened it up and immediately picked up the white box, which was sitting on the bottom shelf; the red ribbon was a little loose, but other than that it was relatively undisturbed.
I guess Chaor wanted a peek, but stopped himself at the last minute.
I only smiled and shook my head at my husband's impatience as I closed the wardrobe, but I've gotten used to that as I stayed with him the past two weeks.
With the box in hand I made the whole two steppes through the doorway leading into the bathroom, obviously there wasn't a door but thanks to the walls surrounding it the only way for someone to spy on me was the same way I came in.
And my husband was too busy preparing dinner so that rules him out.
I undid the already loose ribbon on the box and opened it up, taking out the second set of Victoria Secret lingerie. The soft lace material was the only thing the outfit was made of… if you can call it an outfit! Never the less I closed the white box back up, putting it on the floor under the sink for safe keeping before pulling my red sundress over my head. Then stripping out of my undergarments before slipping the lingerie on.
Chaor's lingerie was known as a body stocking; made completely out of lace sewn in rose designs, dyed the most stunning color of red I've ever seen (like the color of Chaor's skin when he is ablaze with living fire). It was also long sleeved, reaching all the way to my wrist and the legs went right to my ankles. Kind of a jumpsuit in design; the only thing that sets it apart was the swoop in the front and back, showing a little of my chest and upper back with the tops of the sleeves just hitting the edges of my shoulder's.
The material was all around pretty, if you look past the fact that was the only thing it was made out of. This type of lingerie is the most seductive one I bought at Victoria Secret; because it was made of only lace, you could clearly see my skin and everything underneath since not even a thin layer of silk lined it.
My face became the laces exact color when I stared at myself in the mirror with saucer sized eyes, the body stocking was skin tight… and I mean that literally! And I became even more embarrassed about the outfit when I realized it revealed ALL my feminine assets clear as day (like my nipples and butt)!
I might as well be walking around naked, that's how exposing the lingerie was!
"Ohhhhh man!" I thought, turning so I could examine myself in the all-seeing mirror with my face still beat red, "I hope I know what I'm doing!"
It never occurred to me as to why I decided to buy this type of lingerie in the first place; seeing as I didn't know what Chaor was going to be like behind closed doors. But after remembering how he has shown me time after time how beautiful I was to him over the past few days… I see now it was because I wanted to prove what he always believed.
As I continued to look at my new outfit, I was beginning to get more comfortable about the revealing aspect of it. What surprised me the most was how it contort to me perfectly as it supported my breasts and lifted my butt a little, really displaying how amazing my body really was that I never saw before.
"Now that I really look at it…" I brawled, doing a little 360 degree spin, "It's not so bad."
Then I made a humorous laugh before thinking, "Chaor's probably going to go crazy when he sees me… I'll have to keep him off me until later!"
After that innocent moment I got to work on my hair with the sound of sizzling in the background, Chaor must have just put the tenderloin on the grill.
Just like in the Cabin up in the Forest of Life, the Cottage didn't have electricity; but that wasn't a problem with my battery operated straighter. I bought both it and its curling version for all of my husbands to take back with them before leaving Earth since they were on sale at a good price, along with a lifetime supply of AA batteries.
This one was white with red and silver strips going in random crisscross patterns. I turned it on, placing it on the sink to let in warm up as I picked up another bottle of leave-in hair foam. But this one was Underworld made; the bottle was sphere in shape, and the clear glass revealed the pink tined foam contained inside.
Ebony told me it was because of the special plant that was used to make it that gave the foam its unique color. Known as the 'fire azalea', it's the rarest plant in all the Underworld and it's only found around wet areas, like Everrain.
I pumped two dollops onto my left palm and started fingering it through my blond locks, not surprisingly it absorb just as magically as before with a touch of a lovely flowery smell that must have been from the 'fire azalea'. I had to smile at Perim's marvels, though I knew I hadn't even experienced the tip of the iceberg yet when it came to the wonders of my new home.
At that moment the straighter was ready, so without another pause I picked up at the now hot machine and began working on my hair. Taking my time I straightened each strained until my hair looked like sheets of thin gold, my bangs were given the same treatment as it laid against the left side of my face in a cute way without covering my eye.
After every tiny strand was pin straight I turned off the straightener and let it cool off as I retrieved a brush and combed my hair through a few times before putting it down again. That helped fluff my newly heat treated hair to bounce up without looking to fluffy.
I then pulled out my new red flax-leather makeup bag I had also bought; getting out all the cosmetics I would need to complete my look. Remembering what Hari had done before I didn't put on any blush, letting my eyes and lips be front and center. So after I put on foundation and powder, I brushed on deep red and subtle black eye shadow; creating my own version of a shimmery smoky eye before brushing on volumizing homemade mascara. To complete my look I painted on a bright red lips stick that had matched my lingerie to a 'T', giving my lips the perfect pop of color it was needing.
'Wow!' I mouthed, again staring at my refection in the mirror before whispering, "I look… stunning!"
"Dinner is just about ready darling!" Chaor called out from the kitchen, evident by the glorious smells that danced around.
"Great! I'll be out in just a minute!" I called back, starting to gather up my make-up.
"Take you time Alice," Chaor said again, voice softer, "I'm still waiting on the red velvet cake to finish baking."
"You made me I red velvet cake!" I squealed, louder than was necessary.
But my husband didn't seem to mind from the chucking that reached my ears, "But of course, and topped with fresh butter cream icing."
"Your going to spoil me Chaor." Told him, grin evident in my voice as I zipped up my bag and put my straightener away.
Chaor didn't answer, but I had a feeling he was thinking 'you deserve to be, my Alice' from his throaty 'hum'.
I glanced at myself one more time, before thinking that something was missing. Then a light bulb lit up in my head when I had got an idea; after I spritzed on a couple drops of 'velvet sugar' perfume on my wrists and neck, peeking across the walkway to make sure my husband wasn't looking.
He was bending over to examine the baking cake in the brick oven; giving time to walk quietly across the wood floor and through the door leading to the front room.
I immediately went over to the top of the brick fireplace, where a bouquet of lovely red roses were sitting in a clay trumpet vase. I carefully plucked one out and tucked it behind my right ear, "Perfect!" I thought.
And not a moment too soon; I could hear the clattering of plates and silverware coming from the kitchen door, Chaor must be preparing to carry food in.
I immediately made a dash for the bed, jumping onto the soft red comforter. As I got situated my husband's heavy footsteps made their way to the doorway, giving me time to flatten out any imaginary creases in my body stocking.
My heart beat began to race when my eyes saw Chaor walking in slowly with the overloaded tray of food, taking it over to the table in between the chairs next to the book shelves before looking in my direction.
The split second his eyes landed on me his eyes widened in shock, then turning into a lustful grin as he began to slowly walk, or should I say stalked, towards the bed. "What may I ask… is that?" Chaor asked, though the growing animal-like hunger in his voice made it sound nothing like a question.
I could only flush scarlet at that tone. I did must have looked rather tantalizing to him; with my body hugging outfit that belonged only in ones dirty fantasy's. My sitting position must have added to that; leaning to the left with only my popped arm for support, my right was draped across my hip and my legs bent behind me.
"You like?" I flirtatiously asked, fluttering my shimmering eyes for effect as my straight hair shifted to show my bare shoulders, "It's called a body stocking, is it 'sexy' enough for you?"
Chaor only continued the stare right at me; his blue eyes raking across my form every so often as his ravenous smile only seemed to get bigger as he came closer. "Hmmmmm…" He rumbled, his lumbering form just now coming to the edge of the bed, "I must say darling, you look almost good enough to eat.
His hunger filled voice gave me goose bumps; but instead of making me nervous, it only made me braver. "Chaor…" I breathed, shocking myself how seductive I sounded, "I want you to do something for me."
"Yes?" Chaor growled.
I didn't have the faintest idea how to do this, but what's the harm in trying?
I look up into his face and gave him the best suggestive smile I could, before scooting back on the bed ever so slowly, "Tell me what you want." I whispered to him, my voice dripping with lust for the first time in my life.
Chaor loomed over me a moment, his gaze never losing its animal-like hunger, "I want you…" he brawled, before he tilted his chin up in smug satisfaction, "to caress yourself all over."
I couldn't help but grin as I came to a stop in the middle of the massive red bed, I had a feeling that was what he was going to say. He has before after all. I immediately bent my legs so I was stood up on my knees, as a way to help me balance.
My hands started at the top of my shoulders, my fingertips slowly skimming down the sides of my waist as I swayed my hips tantalizingly slow in a way I knew my husband liked. Then putting both hands on my upper legs I bent over, using my new arm position to push my breast up. I even moved my head to the right a little to give my husband a better view as I giggling in a 'cute school girl'-like way.
My eye lids drooped half closed to make it seem like I was enjoying this, which I was, for effect before I turned around so Chaor could get a view of my butt before I continued. I glanced at my said husband over my right shoulder; from the way he watched me like a hawk, his smile full of lustful delight… I can confidently say he enjoyed watching it all.
I then proceeded with my self-rub down, making sure my body moved with the motions of my hands as I touched my form all over. I even added a few moans and even a whimper here and there, to really put on a well-rounded performance for my dirty Underworlder husband.
"Do you like what you see… stud?" I asked, my normal voice hushed with desire as I used a new nickname.
"Ohhhh yes I do." Chaor growled, from his tone it sounded like he was ready to jump on me at any moment.
"Do you want your dinner now?" I asked again, hunger in my own baby blue eyes when I turned my head to look at him. As I did my hands ran over my barley covered butt cheeks subjectively, even giving them a small squeeze.
"Don't tempt me darling." Chaor warned, though he had excitement in the back of his throat, "Because if you do, neither of us will be getting any sleep tonight."
That statement made me smile widely as I turned around fully to drop to my hands, "What if I don't want to?" I asked, crawling over towards him, "What if I want youto do something for me?"
Chaor cocked his head to the side as he watched me work my way over to him suggestively, smirk growing evermore, "And what might that be?" he countered.
I smiled again, more excitedly this time as I came right up close to Chaor's body. He hadn't moved an inch since I started and he continued to do so as I shifted to lay my back against his lower chest, my back coming in contact with his heavenly toned abs.
"I want you…" I started, saying each tiny syllable slowly as I rubbed my back up and down against my husband's statue still chest, "to take me five times tonight."
I felt Chaor's body stiffen behind me as he breathed in sharply, "A-Are to you sure Alice?" he asked, "I can't promise you… that I'm going to be careful a-and I don't what to hurt you..."
Behind his concern, my husband was desperately trying to keep himself at bay a little longer. But I could tell he was struggling by how tightly he clenched his fist and the hungry growls coming from his mouth.
My movements slowed a bit before I turned around, staying skin close to his warming red body, "Chaor… my sexy Underworlder…" I started, my voice softer than, "you know I love you with all my heart, right?"
"Of course I do." Chaor breathed, his frustrations disappearing as he kneeled down so we were at eye level.
"During the past two weeks, you've made me feel like…" I paused for a moment, trying to come up with the right word, "like how a woman should be treated."
Then a loving smile grow on my face like a flower I bloom, "And I wanted to repay your wonderful love by doing what you have been… physically indulging you."
Chaor just stared at me in genuine shock, all traces of lust and desire gone. Then his head shifted left and right as a small amazed smile began show, "Ohhhh my darling Alice," he started, his voice barely above a whisper as his huge left palm came rose to cup my cheek, "I don't need that. Just seeing you happy and content is enough to make me happy, so please don't feel like you have to please me."
"I know I don't," I informed him, giggling as I began nuzzling into Chaor's hand, "but I want to. And besides it might be fun to 'turn the tables', so to speak."
"Be certain." My husband gently warned, a twinge of hunger returning in his eyes, "Because when we start there's no stopping me until both of us are satisfied."
I felt an automatic shiver go up my spine; I knew from experience how long Chaor can go when it comes to pleasuring me.
But that didn't deter me in the slightest.
"I'm counting on that, so what do you say stud?" I asked again, this time seduction creeping back into my tone as my lips feather touched my husbands toned chest, "Do you think you can handle being pleasured by a woman?"
I felt the shadow of a quiver going through Chaor as his chest rose and fell with his deep quickening breath. Even the rumbling of an eager growl reached my acute ears as my lips just trailed a line going up to his thick neck. My fingers were also making their way to Chaor's loincloth, to loosen his belt at the same time my red painted lips made it to their destination.
"You haven't answered me Chaor." I told him, smirking against his neck as my hands finally undid his gold belt.
I've never been this bold in bed before, I guess Chaor really did leave a mark on me. Giving me the confidence to proceed, which I did.
My hands had a mind of their own at that moment' slipping inside my husbands loosened loincloth as I began kissing his equally tender neck, asking sure to add a nibble and nip ever so often. A burst of a moan broke from my Underworlder's mouth, seconds after both my hands latched on to his manhood. Which had begun hardening when he first laid eyes on me not minutes ago.
I then began stoking it, not surprisingly it was a tad heavy as his passion was mounting. However what made me do a double take was how soft and smooth it felt between my hands, almost like I was massaging crease-less cotton instead of Chaor's penis.
I was gently rubbing at first before tightening my hold and going faster in a pumping-like motion, "RRRRRuuuuuhhhhhhhhh…" Chaor moaned, rolling his head towards the ceiling.
"Tell me Chaor," I ordered, my whispering voice getting excited for what was coming as I pumped him even faster, "what is it you desire?"
Chaor then began panting hard… at least I think it was panting; though it sounded more like gasps of hot air from perspective. Soon those deep breaths turned into frustrated grunts (meaning the yearn-filled kind) as my grip in him tightened more, creating a ring with my small fingers around his inflating erection.
Then out of nowhere my husband bellowed; not a cry or a roar, but a fervor of lust poured into one low pitched wail.
The next three seconds went by faster than I could possibly snap my fingers; Chaor's large palms latched onto my waist like a magnet to metal. Moments after I was thrusted backwards, causing me to yelp before my back landed in the bed. Even my hands where pulled away and out of the confines' of Chaor's loincloth to be planted at either sides of me.
When I caught up to what just happened, my eyes became locked onto another set of light blue ones with were boring down at me from right above.
"Well Chaor?" I urged, smirk twitching on my lips as I unfazingly gazed right back at him, "Are you going to keep your Queen waiting… or am I just going to have to keep temping you?"
I put all of my desire and rapture I had in the very center of my being into those last few words, hoping it was enough to prove I wanted Chaor to throw me into a hurricane of ecstasy and bliss.
And I think it was MORE than enough!
Chaor, who hadn't said a single word for several minutes, continued to leer over me with the most lecherous expression on his face. His light blue orbs were all but glued to me, blazing with a deep hunger along with the biggest face splitting grin I've ever seen on his pointed face.
'The beast was millimeters away from being released', that is what he was silently telling me.
"You…" Chaor growled, his deep voice didn't even sound like his own, it was that dripping with want, "It is you my darling Alice, that I crave above all else… now I will gladly fulfill your wish, I will take you five times this night… I will claim every part of you, leaving no piece unmarked… for you are mine… my Queen… MY TEMPTRESS!"
Everything after that ripping snarl, was nothing but a clouded blur.
I recall bits and pieces; however Chaor's animalistic lovemaking made even the calm moments hard for even the most sounded mind to catch up. All the raw hunger that seemed to have been bottled up inside both of us; came out as screams, growls, howls, spanks, scratches, hunger driven thrust's, naughty words, and only Cothica knows what else!
Chaor took me first on the bed of course; tearing the all exposing lingerie off me like it wasn't even there before groping my still wet vaginal lips. I whimpered and groaned with pleasure as my husband also devoured my breasts like he had so many times before with his hot, drooling mouth. Within seconds his hand was replaced by his even bigger erection after he whipped his loosened loincloth off, entering me with precision and the intention of seceding in making me orgasm.
Which he did, thanks to the help of an extra finger or two.
The second and third time was on one of the chairs in the library; Chaor pulled one around so that the back rest was facing us before laying me flushed up against the plush surface so my back was to him. The position seemed a little awed to me; but then I realized it was a way to keep me from seeing what he was going to do, as well as designing a new way to satisfy both his lust and my own.
With my knees atop the armrests and my nails ready to claw the back of the chair, Chaor wasted no time plunging into me from behind. And rode me through my next two orgasms back-to-back, all the while chanting his name like he told me to.
By the time I came down from the last mind-numbing high, I thought for sure my body would be too fatigued for Chaor to finish my plea. Shockingly however, I didn't feel as tired as I usually do after three rounds like I have before. I suppose it was because my smaller human body was stronger then I originally thought it was.
But I didn't dwell on that very long though; because my husband was already licking his lips in anticipation to keep going.
I think the first three rounds were nothing but a warm up for my Underworlder husband, since he could quite literally mate with me every day and all day if I let him! But the biggest thing I couldn't help but notice during the last few rounds (beside his manhood of course), was how zealous he was in making sure every single thing he did was perfectly spot on.
Not that he hasn't before, but something about tonight seems to have made him want to put in some extra effort.
"Are you… g-going to muh!... miss me that much stud?" I managed to moan out, in between Chaor's hard thrusts as he was driving me into my fourth climax.
My said Underworlder had me pinned against one of the book shelves as he was already inside me again, facing his ripped sweating chest that would make any woman what to drool. As his new nickname as leaving my lips his jerking movements suddenly stopped, prompting me to look up at him.
What I saw made my heart ache; Chaor's saddened face stared right back at me, while the lust he had in his eyes before was sucked way, "I am," he said, his deep voice soft, "I'm going to miss you terribly my darling and it makes my chest hurt to have to let you go."
My hands, which had been gripping Chaor's shoulders for support, migrated their way up to touch down sides of his face without me having to tell them to, "Chaor…" I cooed, softly pulling his face closer as I gave him a small but sweet smile, "I'm going to miss you too."
"I knew the conditions when I agreed to the pact marriage with you, but that doesn't make the inevitable separation any easier." Chaor said, his mouth so close I could feel his lips grazing against my own.
I then closed what little space there was between us to give my husband a gentle kiss, and it only stopped when Chaor pulled away, "Mmmmm… I haven't kissed you like that since the dating days on Earth." he sighed, a look of contentment in his features.
"I know me leaving is going to be hard on both of us," I started nuzzling into the nap of Chaor's thick neck, "but take comfort in knowing we have many wonderful days ahead… that we can share together."
"And many night's I might add." My husband cheekily informed, making me laugh as I was brought into another kiss.
And it was only when Chaor shifted when he remembered something, "Oh! I almost forgot…" he growled, making me moan as his thrusting started up again, "I still have that 'thing' to finish…"
Thanks to the small intermission in the love making, my body was able to take a break. But the end of the fourth round was no less satisfying.
"Uhhhhhh… You've had your fun stud," I breathed as I was floating back to earth, "now it's my turn."
Chaor just raised an eyebrow as he smirk, "But why can't I just take you again right here?" he rumbled, his greedy finger's already making their way to my heavily dripping vagina.
"Because…" I brawled, playfully slapping his hand away, "I want a taste too."
Then both his eyes popped open with a mix of surprise and wantonness, already making my lower regions ache with anticipation.
"Ok darling," Chaor started, pulling me into his arms and already briskly walking towards the massive red bed, "I'll let your feed your hunger. Just this once."
It's true I was hungry, but not for the now forgotten food that was still sitting on the table getting cold. The newly discovered animal side of me was starving… and only Chaor and his body could quite the roaring beast that was deep within me.
In a matter of moments Chaor was sitting near the edge of the bed, with me facing him as I straddled his waist, "Lay down for me Chaor." I whispered, barley pushing his upper body.
All Chaor had to do was fall backwards, making the whole mattress jump from the sudden impact; grinning broadly as he did.
"Good." I purred, my tone sultry as I crawled up to look down at Chaor's face.
Only my husband's eyes watched me the whole way and even started licking his lips when I made more of a show with it; over exerting my form so my hips and breasts were swaying or bouncing.
"Have I ever told you how delicious you look Chaor?" I sighed, elongating the one word before coming to a stop to stare down into my husband's glowing blue eyes.
"I don't believe you have, my temptress." Chaor stated, his smug tone giving away what he already knew. Though he must have liked hearing it from someone else, more so from me.
I then bite my lip subjectively as I crawled backwards, stopping when I was at his waist before sitting up, "Look at you my sexy Underworlder," I stated, looking down to genuinely admire my husband's swoon worthy chest, "just thinking about your ripped body is enough to make me want to submit to your every will."
My eager hands than started caressing Chaor's bare chest all over, almost making me moan as I inspected every little toned muscle underneath his red skin. A perfect manly body like my five future husbands would make every man on Earth green with envy; and every woman ready to run another over to be with.
I continued downward until I came to his perfectly toned abs, then I proceeded to tap each one as I whispered, "One, two, three…"
"What are you doing?" Chaor asked cheekily, with a slight chuckle in his voice as he watched.
"I'm counting…" I answered innocently, not looking up as I continued to tap each ab.
Chaor had the typical six… excepted for the extra two that has always been hidden underneath his belt and loincloth that I've never noticed before. Which were just as prominent; I made a high whistle immensely impressed, "I must say Chaor," I stated, bending lower to get close to his resting form, "you look pretty tempting yourself."
I then did something a bit out of character for me; starting at the bottom and ending at the top two abs, I lapped off the salty sweat that glistened my husband's chest with my somewhat-timid rosy pink tongue.
I trailed a long slow line, picking up many droplets along with way. By the time I stopped at the first and second bulging abs, I heard a not-so-faint vibrating rumble coming from my husband, "You don't know how bad I want to eat you up my little temptress." Chaor growled, his own whip-like tongue lapping at his chops.
At the same time, my husband's claws looked like they were getting ready to dig into the red bed spread; his wrists and even his very finger joints were ready to pop. He was even bending and gripping them so hard there wasn't a trace of any color in them at all!
With the faint sounds of fabric ripping right below me, I gave Chaor an equally alluring smile, "I know you do stud," I stated in a hush sultry tone, "but I haven't even taken a bite yet."
Chaor then snapped his jaws firmly in building frustration, making me quiver at the heated action and him rumble in excitement.
I then mentally decided to get a move on; because it didn't look like Chaor could hold himself back much longer.
Chaor's penis was still ready and waiting for me as I scooted lower to where I was almost sitting directly on his knees, making me moan when I left it nudging against my heated naked flesh.
I may have looked like I was ready to stop; my perfectly straight hair was nothing but a sweaty mess, the rose that was behind my ear was long gone, and my pale skin was riddled with teeth and semi-tamed claw marks. But Chaor could see the fire still burning in my eyes when my gaze connected with his for a split second before looking down.
I then licked my lips as I toke his hard and long manhood into both my hands, making Chaor growl/moan lustfully. I opened up as wide as I could before taking all I could into my mouth; which was barley the head of his cock.
But Chaor didn't seem to mind, for he was too busy grunting and groaning in bliss to notice, "GGGGrrrruuuuhhhh!..." he snarled as I started circling it with my tongue and rubbing the remaining exposed erection, "Alice!... you… must… swallow it!"
That made me freeze, "What does he mean by that?" I thought in confusion.
Then a thought popped into my head again, making my semi-innocent brain overload. But now wasn't the time for hesitation; Chaor acted like he was silently ordering me to do it as he was harshly thrusting his pelvis into my face, along with animal-like growls. Not only that his long red manhood seemed to be bulging even more…
Meaning it was getting ready to explode right into my waiting mouth; weather I was ready for it or not!
"Here goes nothing!" I exclaimed in my head, squeezing my eye's closed as I also gripped his cock that much tighter to send him over.
Which was just what he needed… for the flood that same seconds after Chaor's pleased bellow was more than my tiny human sized mouth could possibly take in. But what of my husband's cum that didn't leak out the corners of my mouth, I lapped up like I was an over eager child tasting their first soda pop.
It tasted… sweet, I guess. Not so much salty like I thought, just more fruity in a since. But what do I know how a males 'seed' is supposed to taste, this is my first time in actually eating it!
"Mmmmm…" I hummed, sitting all the way up as I fingered the few drops that were on my hands into my now empty mouth, "That was yummy, thank you for the meal Chaor."
"(heavy growl) Don't thank me yet darling," Chaor rumbled, coming out of his daze rather quickly to snake his arms around me as he was sitting up again, "After all we still have one more round to make, remember?"
My eyes widened when I remembered that, making Chaor grin as he pulled me along to the head of the massive rumpled bed. "You were beyond compare… no, you are perfect… the most perfect woman to ever come into my life. My darling Alice." Chaor groaned, his tone softer since we started this long love making session.
I thought my heart stopped beating for a moment as Chaor pulled me into his warmed embrace, before placing me on the bed to look up at him just once more. His stunning light blue eyes seemed to pulse with love as his face came closer, then planting a hot kiss on my lips seconds before prying my lips apart to get inside with his expert tongue.
I moaned into his pointed mouth as me explored hotly, quickening the pace as he prodded and licked all around. He even wrapped his longer tongue around mine as his kissing intensified to make me moaned loader into his hungry chops.
I willed my body to do something; grasp at my husband's shoulders to show I liked it… anything. But the strain of this long intercourse session must have finally caught up with me, making my tired form unable to do anything when it comes to motion.
All I could do for the remaining time was lay there and endure it, using only my voice.
I blew out a heavy breath, only to take it back in sharply when I felt both Chaor's hands grasp my breasts. "This last time won't take long," Chaor informed me, his deep voice still heavy with lust, "I'm just going to admire your body for as long as I can."
I then huffed out a surprised gasp when Chaor's hold on my pushed breast's tightened a fraction, then turning into more moans when he started moving them each counter clock-wise.
"UUUUUhhhhh… UUUUUhhhhh… UUUUUhhhhh…" I moaned out in rhythm, my baby blue eyes already starting to droop as they slowly rolled back.
Chaor chuckled darkly, sounding pleased by what he was currently hearing. And he seemed more so when he finally pushed them together to make them appear bigger, before he used two of his large fingers to manually turn my taut dark pink nipples.
"You continue to look so appetizing my temptress…" Chaor said lowly, lustful smile growing as he watched his fingers move without blinking.
Then in moments he seemed to suck in my right breast fully into his dripping mouth, causing me to cry out in surprise and ecstasy at the sudden wet warmth. My cries only seemed to intensify as Chaor took turns with each breast going from one to the other every minute or so to give each one his undivided attention; at the same time I could feel his hands taking ahold of my ankles before jerking them apart somewhat carefully.
I too smiled cheekily up at my husband, knowing full well what he was planning to do again, "Are you going to make me scream your name again stud?" I asked, my voice soft and even a little shaky.
"That," Chaor started, before glancing up at me between my glistening breasts, "but I'm wanting to make your shriek my name this time instead of just screaming it. After all we need to end our honeymoon with a loud bang don't we?"
He didn't give me time to answer, for the breathless wail that escaped me was all Chaor wanted to hear at that moment in time. As we were talking his ravenous palms were free to start going to where they really wanted; to my drenched womanhood that was begging to be touched again by Chaor.
Whom I can now call the 'rough intercourse expert' of my five future husbands.
And he lived up to his new title; because he shot me into my fifth and final organism of the evening better and faster than before. Putting all my previous rounds over the past two weeks to shame.
I felt four fingers enter my vagina, then a fifth (I deduce was a thumb) begin digging its way towards my clitoris. As Chaor's finger's started going in and out of me, I became a puddle of pleasured goo; moaning, groaning, shouting, and even whimpering to voice out my euphoria.
Chaor rumbled in delight, then he shifted to where he was right next to my right ear, "Now it's your turn darling," he stated, deep tone husky as his lips brushed against my ear lobe, "what is it you desire? WHO do you desire?"
"Y-YOU!..." I groaned out, my back trying to arch, "I-It's you I desire… my suh-sexy Underworlder!"
Then with a rippling snarl Chaor's finger's left me, only to be replaced again my growing erection. His manhood entered me with the strength and quickness of a storm, slamming me with his long and hard penis for the final time tonight.
"Good… now my Queen, let me hear you scream once more!" Chaor bellowed, seconds before his body began pumping with jerky thrusts.
My pumping heart was the only sound I could hear… keeping me alive as I was blown into the best orgasm I've had with Chaor. It was like I being rocketing to moon, only to be yanked back down again to slam down to earth with a huge KA-BOOM!
"CHA… CHAH!… CCCCCCCHHHHHHHAAAAAAAOOOOOOORRRRRRR!" I screeched out, believing I have finally blown out my voice box.
Chaor too roared out, "ALICE!"
But I was once again out like a light before my name even left him lips.
I realize I must have been knocked out cold, because the next thing I remember with the feeling of something warm pressing against my lips. I "mmm'ed' tiredly as my eye lids slowly cracked open, when I did I was met by Chaor's warm smiling face as he was pulling away from the kiss.
"There you are…" he whispered in awe, not really talking to me as I felt his arms coming closer to embrace me.
Chaor must have placed a pillow under my head when I 'passed out' to give my head some support as his heavier body was carefully draped over me like a protective blanket. I somehow managed to slowly wrap my arms around his neck, returning his loving smile, "Did I quench your thirst enough... stud?" I whispered, my voice soft but at the same time it was a tad hoard from all the screaming I did earlier.
Chaor smile turned into a normal grin, "For the time being," he answered simply, with another hunger glint growing in his eyes, "but for now we both need rest."
My smile almost slipped when I recalled the coming morning, "I'm going to miss you…" I drawled slowly, almost mournfully.
Chaor too shared the same sorrowful expression, before dipping his head down to place his forehead on my own, "I as well, my darling Alice. But I promise to wait patiently until you return to me." he vowed, his deep voice vibrating.
Then a not-so-soft rumbling made both Chaor and I look down towards his stomach, making the both of us huff a laugh, for we were to worn to laugh any harder this time, "I guess that workout gave me an even bigger appetite." Chaor commented, humorously.
"Well… we never did eat the dinner you made, it's probably cold as ice by now." I sigh, regretfully.
"That's an easy fix," Chaor stated, starting to sit up, "how about we just have dinner in bed?"
I only responded with a smile and a nod, before Chaor got up from the bed to lumber over to the table where the tray of food still sat.
The remainder of the evening and well into the night was spent eating and soft talking; both of us each telling the other how much we love them, with words of even just simple but treasured kisses.
I'm not sure what time we finally went to sleep, seeing as neither of us wanted to. but when we finally did I managed to whisper one more 'I love you' into Chaor's ear. Making him hum with love before I was lulled into slumber my Chaor's calming heartbeat.
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Chaor made sure I had the best honeymoon ever, which I can happily say he achieved with flying colors.
My beast of a husband can be rough around the edges sometimes, but it's what's inside that matters. And I love all that I've seen.
While I'm saddened at the thought of leaving him, I'm also excited about journeying the Mouth Pillar. Home of the Danian's… here I come!
-Alice Amelia Rosewood, Queen of the Overworld and Underworld
A/N: Finally, It's about time I got this chapter done!
I won't bore you with the details; but to give you the shorten version I got a second job close to the end of May, which is the reason I had next to ZERO time to type practically anything! And any time I did have was only a solid hour or two, seeing is I can't concentrate when it's very late and I get sleepy fast after a long day.
So I'm both very sorry for how long it took to post and if the ending is a tad sloppy; I was in a big hurry to post this since you guys have been waiting TWO FREAKING mouths for this one. However I hope this chapter is good enough to make it up to all of you.
But before I leave, I wanted to run a few things by you.
I have some new ideas for new Chaotic Fanfiction stories; but I wanted to see what you guys think of them:
The first is set on modern day Earth… if you can call it that. The humans are actually ruled by the creatures of Perim after they somehow found a way to come to Earth. But instead of enslaving the humans, the creatures actually decided to simply live and rule side-by-side with them. In exchange for the human's loyalty and cooperation, the creatures Leader's lived and ruled peacefully with the humans for many years. That is until one day creatures started acting strangely; kidnapping and attacking people for no reason at all. That's where the main characters comes in; Alice (I know I use that name a lot), a spirited young woman and her younger sister, Madeline, get caught up in the drama of the creatures when Madeline is kidnapped by Chaor when he burst into their home. Now Alice and a bunch of her closest friends must band together to track down both Madeline and Chaor; as well as find out what's happening to the creatures themselves. Along the way Alice with find help from both humans and creatures alike, along with the possibility with finding love herself with one of the Leader's.
The second starts out on Earth, but ends up being based in Perim as the story progresses. A pair of sisters, named Alice and Katie have had their share of miss fortunes. Both parents died when they were young and were raised by a friend of the family, who treated them like their own daughter's. The eldest, Alice, adores Chaotic, playing it religiously with both the cards and online; Katie however could care less about the game, seeing it as a waste of time but plays it anyway because her sister loves it (and has proven to be a good strategists despite her unwillingness to play at first). Then out of the blue one day Alice receives an anonymous message in her e-mail, saying it was from the Leaders of Perim and that they needed help badly from someone they called, 'The heavenly angel and her flaming knight'. Katie, playing it off as a prank, dismissing the message right off the bat; however Alice believes it. After she clicks on the symbol attached to the e-mail, both she and her sister are transported to Perim to be thrown into a battle they only they may be able to win!
The third and finally story idea is based in ancient Perim; when Kiru and his fellow tribe members are sneaking into the Giants home for another relic Kaal wants. Not surprisingly Vlar is there to lead the way since he is the only one who's seen it before and knows the secret room where it's located. By accident, they all get caught in a trap that zaps them into unconsciousness. But when they awaken they are surprised to find themselves in a bedroom, belonging to the giant's princess Angelia. She helps them escape, seeing them a few more times before she is accidentally shrunk by one of the giants mugic's. Fearing for her safety and feeling a sense of regret for what happened, Kiru took Angelica back to Kiru Village until they could figure out how to reverse the Mugic. But during her stay, Angelia will begin to develop feelings for Kiru that could end up be deeper than simple friendship.
So that's all the ideas I head rolling around in my creative head. Which one do you like the best? But just remember I have OTHER stories I want to get to first before I can even consider working on any of them, so keep that in mind when you give me feedback about it.
See you all again later… SOONER rather than later hopefully!
