Chapter 402

"Sparks Fly"

Taylor hungrily reached for Ash.

"Hey," the young man backed away, "Whoa?" Circling and hiding behind Roman, "Look, if you're hungry go to the kitchen or ask Eva to get you some food," he cringed.

Roman softly outstretched an arm, enforcing a protective distance between Taylor and himself. Roman carefully examined her, "Hehe," he chuckled, "It ain't food she wants, Ash," lowering his arm and cooly backing away.

Taylor turned to Seth, "How about you?" She panted. Her knees and arms felt weak and heavy with each second that passed. Taylor had only heard stories about the potency of a pharaoh, she'd never heard from anyone that had sampled a Crownsguard.

Seth, who, like Roman, had interpreted Taylor's desire, lifted his head and chuckled, "I think I'll pass on that. I don't want you writing any songs about me."

Taylor surveyed all three men. The potency of two Crownsguard and a pharaoh would be overwhelming to taste.

Roman shrugged, "It's been awhile," running his fingers through his hair, "But," sighing as he examined the skinny-mini frame of Taylor, "no offense, you're not my type."

Then, Seth and Roman nodded to eachother.

"Have fun, Ash." Seth waved.

"Fun?" Ash gawked.

"Remember, kid. You're reppin' the Swords!" Roman raised a fist in the air, laughing to himself as the two men left the room.

Seth turned to Roman, "Not the Shield?"

"Nah," Roman shook his head, "Of course not. If he's a one-minute-man he ain't making us look bad."

"True," Seth muttered.

"Wait," Ash gawked, "You guys are really just going to leave me here with-" he turned and looked into the hungry blue-eyes of Taylor, "hehehe."

Most men would be over-the-moon with this opportunity, Ash, however, never envisioned that 'it' would happen this way.

He turned to Pikachu.

"Chu," the mouse shook its head. As if saying, (don't look at me. You're on your own.), before raising a peace sign and following Roman and Seth out of the door.

Once the door shut behind Ash's companions, Taylor resumed her seige.

As she moved zeroed-in, suddenly, she dropped to her knees panting and gasping for air.

Ash was stunned. He wasn't sure whether to offer help or to use the opportunity to escape. "Taylor," he backed away, "Are you okay?"

"Ash," Taylor wheezed, "Please," on her knees with tears blooming in her eyes. At the moment, she was as conflicted as Ash was. The animalist part of her commanded her body to simply 'take him'. This wasn't a childish game, this was survival. Her consciouns however diagnosed Ash's hesitatance. Was he a virgin? Had he been too focused on training and pokemon while ignoring the girls around him? Was his fantasy of his first time a dream of things moving a lot slower? She understood those thoughts. Although they were a farcry from reality, she understood them.

Ash couldn't help but be drawn to her heartbroken face. Taylor looked lost, desperate and weak. The opposite of how he'd always seen her portrayed in the media. The Taylor Swift he'd seen in magazines, TV and internet was focused, independent and powerful. The woman before him seemed as fragile as a lost puppy.

Keeping his distance, Ash exhaled, "Look, just," he paused and collected his thoughts, "just tell me what's going on first, okay."

Taylor slowly crawled towards him, "Ash," she pleaded, "I," she wheezed, "have to kiss you. Now."

(WHY?) Ash opened his mouth to say.

In that moment, Taylor pounced, launching herself onto him. She hungrily slammed her lips against moment was all she needed. It was like watching a car's engine be brought back to life with jumper cables.

Before Ash could throw her off him, Taylor backed away, breathing and staring at the ceiling as her body experienced the energy of a pharaoh for the first time. She felt a wave of electricity rolling from her frontal lobe to the top of her spine. It wasn't a tsunami of power but a calm wave that made Taylor feel as if she were walking on a cloud.

Ash watched as America's Sweetheart's crystal-blue eyes became dilated and she slowly slinked her body in ecstasy, her lips melodically mouthing the words:

"And you stood there in front of me just
Close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of"

(What in the-) Ash gawked after witnessing the spell Taylor seemed to have been put under by his kiss.

Then, Taylor inhaled, blinked and stared at Ash. "Whoa!" She looked at him in awe. (Just one taste of pharaoh did that?!) The potency of Ash's energy was delectable and terrifying at the same time. She'd never had a high that could compare to what she'd just experienced. It was a nuclear-high, then, it was gone. She didn't nosedive and crash. It moreso felt like, she was no longer in the clouds, but, she wasn't quite on the ground yet. She was trapped somewhere in between and unable to come down or return to the sun.

Taylor gently squeezed and massaged her shoulders. (How much time do I have? One kiss? How long will this energy last?) "I'm sorry, Ash." She sincerely apologized, "but I had to."

Ash nervously backed away. "What do you mean you had to? I mean, it's not like you're going to die if you didn't kiss me."

Taylor nervously glanced at the ceiling, "Actually, it kinda is like that, Ash."

(What is she talking about?) Ash wondered. "What do you mean?"

"Ya know," Taylor hesitated, "I don't know if I should be telling you this. Normally, you wouldn't be told this unless you were a part of The Order Of The Nephillim."

Ash raised his hands in submission, "Look," he exhaled, "I hate being the new kid to everything but someone really needs to explain all this Nephillim stuff to me."

Taylor's expression hardened, becoming serious, "I can't tell you everything, Ash. Since you're a pharaoh, I don't think it'd be a problem but, there's only so much I can tell you right now." Taylor rubbed her shoulders, continuing to check the status of her body. Everything seemed fine for now. "Have you ever heard of the sex-parties that used to happen in Hollywood?"

"Of course," Ash replied.

"Did you ever think to ask why those parties are so common in Hollywood?" Taylor probed. Before Ash could respond, Taylor continued, "The Nephillim have controlled Hollywood and the entertainment industry around the world forever. A big part of sustaining our power is consuming a hybrid of love and human sacrifice regularly. In my case, a man's sperm. On average, each time a man cums, he's released nearly 100 million souls that were produced via moment of pleasure that is typically associated with love."

Ash took a moment to wrap his mind around what Taylor had just explained. "So, does that mean everyone in Hollywood swallows?" Ash scratched his head, "Well, I guess that explains Terry Crews."

Taylor chuckled, "Well, yes, Terry indeed does that. But, not all men in Hollywood are into that sort of thing. I mean, almost any man has more manhood than that 'he-bitch' Terry Crews."

"True." Ash nodded. "Even Shia LaBeouf has more manhood than Terry Crews."

Taylor nodded. "A regular human gives a Nephillim a decent amount of energy. You, a pharaoh, gives more than enough energy to power and sustain this body for a very long time."

Ash paused, "So the purpose behind all those orgies and sex parties in Hollywood is for the Nephillim to recharge?"

"Most of the time." Taylor answered, "There are instances where it's just rich people with money fooling around with other rich people with money. Most of the time, it's simply The Order providing a means for us to feed."

Ash thought, "So that kiss just now," he hesitated, "Was it just, well-"

Taylor chose her next words wisely. She could see how fragile Ash was. If she told him it was merely for survival, he wouldn't be receptive to any future 'needs' Taylor would have. Although there were two other options among Taylor, Ash seemed to be the easier to control than Carlito or Larrell. He also seemed to carry less baggage. Possibly because of his younger age.

(I can't sit back and watch Riri get more power and a pharaoh in her pocket.) Taylor thought. (The crown, the throne, it's going to be me. Not her.) Taylor smiled at Ash. "That kiss was…"