•~•

Back with Sonic, Sally, and Blaze, the blue hedgehog rose off the ground groggily after being knocked out. He ran a hand over his quills, trying to gain his bearings. As he looked to his left with his vision clearing, he spotted Sally starting to stir. "Sal?" he mumbled.

"Sonic, what happened?" his wife mumbled as she lifted herself off the floor.

Sonic got up to his feet and wandered over towards her. "Lupe knocked us out, then she started to fight-" He stopped midsentence when he spotted Blaze lying on the floor unconscious, and the wicked witch nowhere in sight. "Crap!" Sonic knelt down by Blaze's side and felt her pulse, but felt nothing in return.

"Is she dead?" Sally questioned.

He put his head to her chest, listening for a heartbeat. "She's not breathing," he replied.

"You have to do something, Sonic!" Sally pleaded.

"Here, prop her up for me," he instructed. Sally followed his instructions and held Blaze in her arms in a sitting position. Once she was upright, Sonic bit the side of his wrist and placed it against her mouth. "I hope we're not too late…"

The blood seeped into her open mouth and the two waited patiently, hoping they hadn't been knocked out long enough for her to be revived. Thankfully within a minute, the female cat gasped and thrashed in Sally's grasp as she came back to life. "Thank Chaos," Sonic mumbled in relief.

Blaze looked back at Sally a bit disoriented with her surroundings. "Hey, are you alright?" Sally questioned with concern.

"What happened to me?" she panted.

"You died, but Sonic was able to revive you in time," Sally answered.

She felt her heart drop by those words. "How long was I out for?"

"A few minutes at best," Sonic guessed. "I'm not sure, I was out much longer than you were."

"If my heart stopped then the boundary spell must have fallen. We have to go," she urged. Sally helped the feline to her feet, but she was still a bit shaken.

Sonic assisted Blaze and put an arm over his shoulder. "Why, what's going on?"

"I had a boundary spell linked to my heartbeat placed around our house this morning. It kept anyone from getting inside to protect Shadow and Faith, but because my heart stopped it dispelled it from working properly. Lupe and her people are probably there right now, trying to get Shadow!"

Blaze rushed towards the nearest exit but found herself propelled backward by a strong force. Her body flew in the air, but Sonic caught her before she could hit the ground. He lowered her back on her feet once she was stable again. Sonic looked back towards the exit in bewilderment. "Whoa, what gives?"

Sally walked over and reached her hand out, suddenly feeling some sort of invisible barrier. "Looks like we're the ones trapped now."

Blaze kicked at some debris on the floor out of frustration. "No, damn it!" she cursed. "Lupe must have done the same thing I did with my barrier spell to us. She's purposely trapped us in her because she needs you, Sonic!"

"She might have me trapped here for the moment, but there's no way I'm going down without a fight."

"That's not all of our worries. She's probably trying to capture and contain Shadow this very moment," Blaze theorized. "Sadly, they're on their own for the time being…"

•~•

At that same time, back at Shadow's estate, Amy had gotten dressed in her PJ's along with Faith. Amy took Faith's hand in hers and led her upstairs to their bedrooms. "Off to bed then?" Shadow called up to them as they ascended the staircase.

Amy stopped momentarily and smiled down at him. "I'm just tucking her in for the night," she answered. "Afterward, I figured you and I could watch a movie," she hinted with a subtle wink.

Shadow caught on to her hidden meaning and smirked, growing excited on the prospect. The two of them had come to use that term when they wanted to get intimate with one another. The phrase had come into existence when the two realized they could never get through with watching a movie together without becoming sexually active. It had eventually become almost a running gag, and they had kept the tradition up over the years. "Oh, so that's the type of night it's going to be?"

Faith stuck her lower lip out in a pout as she looked back and forth between her mother and father. "A movie," she whined. "I wanna watch a movie, too!"

Amy smiled down at her. "Honey, this isn't any type of movie you'll be interested in," she dissuaded. "It's kind of a grown-up movie."

"It's not fair. I wanna join in, too!"

Amy patted the top of her head. "We'll watch a family movie tomorrow night, all three of us," she assured.

Suddenly, something sent a shiver down Shadow's spine. Sure there was a storm brewing outside, but he couldn't shake off that he felt something dark among them. Feeling a pang of his heightened sixth sense, Shadow rushed up the stairs when he realized what was coming. "Rose move!" he shouted.

Amy looked at him baffled by his sudden panic, just when a large silver gorilla snuck up on her and snapped her neck. Faith screamed in horror as she watched her mother tumble down the stairs dead before her very eyes. The gorilla reached for Faith, but Shadow got to her in time before she could be snatched. He picked her up into his arms and leaped backward, landing back down at the bottom of the stairs with a graceful land.

A female balefully laughed in the background and he spun around with his daughter in his arms to face the enemy. Faith hid her face in her father's chest, still shaken by seeing her mother murdered in front of her. Amy would come back eventually, but Faith didn't quite understand how that worked just yet. Shadow glared as he watched Lupe come into their front door with ease along with a pack of her goons. "Impressive boundary spell," she cackled sardonically. "Unfortunately, it only lasts as long as the witch who cast it is alive," she announced.

Shadow's countenance dropped to dread. "What did you do to Blaze?" he barked.

"I killed her," she answered simply.

Shadow looked down at his daughter whimpering and shaking in his arms. He knew if he had to fight, he wouldn't be able to properly do so without having to look out for his child as collateral damage. Taking a quick look around, he spotted the coatroom near the front door where the intruders had come inside. He backed up, holding Faith securely in his arms and quickly placed her inside the coat closet, watching her eyes open and widen in fear at his actions.

"Daddy!" she cried out, outstretching her arms towards him.

"Stay in here, sweetheart," he urged before closing the door shut. He pressed his back against it, as the set of witches encroached towards him.

"We already have one half of you," Lupe informed. "Sonic has already been detained, now all we need is you to complete the sacrifice."

Shadow's fists tightened at his sides. "Like hell, I'm letting you take me." With that, he rushed towards the group of brainwashed soldiers. One of the witches went to extend their arm out towards Shadow to do a counterattack, but Shadow was too swift. He sunk his fangs into the poor male's throat, ripping out a large chunk in return. Blood oozed down his muzzle before he spat out the bits of flesh and blood to the floor.

Another witch used a large sledgehammer to whack Shadow from behind, but Shadow sensed the oncoming attack and caught the upper half of the weapon before it could make contact with his skull.

With great precision, Shadow used the man's own weapon against him and swung him using the weapon and sending him flying. He hit one of the walls of the living room, before falling onto the floor unconscious. Seeing he had two witches down for the time being. He broke the sledgehammer in half, chucking the remains in two different directions. Lupe realized they were losing their battle and decided she would have to use Faith as leverage. She marched towards the closet door, while two other witches charged at Shadow to keep him pre-occupied.

The two men wrestled him, grabbing him by the arms, at different points of his body, hoping to restrain him. Shadow struggled in their hold briefly until he realized what Lupe's goal was. His eyes widened and he bucked off the remaining witches with a roar, sending them flying in different directions. "Don't you go near my child!" he shouted rushing towards Lupe before feeling something plunge into his back.

Shadow cried out feeling the daggered wooden piece from the broken sledgehammer bury within his back. "Gah!" He dropped to his knees, momentarily stunned.

Lupe turned around and outstretched a hand towards him. Shadow bowed his head, succumbing to the powerful mind attack. Lupe was bursting thousands of brain vessels in his brain, giving him multiple aneurysms. "I have to admit, it's a turn-on to see a male so gung-ho about protecting his kid. It's a shame you have to die tonight." She sauntered towards him, stopping just a foot away from him. "However, Infinite is going to have a feast tonight when we sacrifice the whole family." Shadow lifted his head, bearing through the pain as he looked up at the wolf. His eyes flashed yellow, as he tapped into his werewolf form. "I know your daughter will make an excellent meal."

Feeling her power weaken by her distraction of boasting, Shadow carefully reached behind him and reached for the stake still plunged within his back. With super speed, he grabbed it and plunged the stake into Lupe's gut, driving it deeper before she could react in time. Lupe cried out, gagging on her own blood running from her mouth. Shadow glared into her eyes, before standing upright to her height. With his free hand, he extended outward to his side before violently bringing it back towards Lupe's head, decapitating her in one swift movement. Her head flew off into another direction, sending blood splatter everywhere.

Rising to his feet, Shadow looked around him, staring at all the bodies, blood, and body parts around him. He had done quite the number on these witches and cursed at himself for being a hypocrite at his own newly established rules he had set in place earlier this morning. Shadow rushed towards Amy's limp body, still knocked out from her broken neck. He lifted her slightly and patted the side of her face. "Rose, C'mon, wake up."

Amy stirred in his arms, fluttering her eyes open. "…Shadow?"

He smiled down at her, relieved to see her awake. "Are you okay, love?"

She reached for her neck, rubbing it tenderly. She noticed Shadow's bloody appearance and blinked in alarm. He looked like he had gone on a killing spree. "What happened?"

Shadow helped lift her up to her feet, so she was standing. He guided her towards Faith's hiding place. "Lupe and her minions attacked us. They were coming for me but I was able to stop them."

Her eyes widened realizing she didn't see their daughter anywhere in sight. "Where's Faith?"

"It's okay, I protected her. She's in the closet. However," he paused momentarily, looking like he had failed greatly. "She saw some things that I wish she hadn't…"

They stopped and Amy took a look at the grotesque scene around them. There was blood all over the marble floors and walls. It looked like a war scene with the bodies scattered throughout different parts of the house. Her voice trembled from the sight, "Jesus, Shadow…"

"I promise that I'll fix this," he pledged.

The two wandered over to the closet and Shadow opened it, making sure both he and Amy were blocking her view of looking at the war scene in their living room and entryway. Faith was curled up in a fetal position, with her eyes shut tight. Shadow placed a hand on her back, careful not to startle her. "Sweetheart, it's us."

She opened her eyes hesitantly, surprised to see her mother alive and well. "Mommy!" she screeched, leaping up into her arms.

Amy coddled her in her arms. "Are you okay, baby?"

She nodded slowly. "I thought you were dead."

Amy smiled and shook her head. "No, baby. I'm fine," she assured.

"What happened to all those bad people?" she asked curiously.

"They're all gone," her father explained. "I took care of them." Shadow reached out and cupped the side of her face as he looked into her eyes. Faith stared back into his red ones, just as she saw them begin to dilate. "Now, I need for you to go to sleep," he compelled softly.

Feeling hypnotized, Faith felt her eyelids grow heavy and within seconds she was out cold. "Is that really necessary?" Amy questioned, standing up and holding Faith in her arms.

"It is if we want to get her out of this house without having to see all the gore," he gestured. "I'll compel her to forget everything else she saw tonight once we check in at a hotel for the night. There's no way in hell I'm letting her sleep here."

"What about the house? We need to clean it up."

"I'll get it tended to tomorrow. For right now, I want you and her to get some sleep. I'll inform Silver of our plans."

•~•

At the witch cemetery, Silver also regained consciousness from his broken neck. He sat upright, looking at Mighty who was still desperately trying to get the ritual to work. He had no clue how long he had been out, but he speculated it couldn't have been more than ten minutes.

"I know this is wrong," Mighty shouted to the skies. "But I believe in you, please believe in me. I'm trying to stop this thing from breaching our world!"

Silver stared in awe as the podium in front of Mighty began to shake. In fact, it felt like they were experiencing a slight earthquake as the earth shook beneath them. Thunder rolled in even louder and closer than before and lightning lit up the night sky. Mighty looked around them before looking towards the sky. Rain started to descend down on them and right then and there, all four girls sat upright and screamed as they were revitalized. Mighty fell to his knees, relieved that the ceremony had worked.

•~•

Once the girls were compelled not to utter a word of this event to anyone and sent off, Mighty turned to look at Silver. "You are so lucky."

"Yes, we were," he concurred before turning on his heel.

"Silver, let me ask you a question," he asked, causing him to halt. Silver stopped and kept his back towards the armadillo, but glanced at him over his shoulder. "Do you remember at all what it's like to have morals?"

"I thought I did," he replied. "But not anymore."

"Because you just put four girls' lives at risk back there," he gestured, throwing a thumb back.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm trying, Mighty…but whatever happened tonight, we prevented the city from being destroyed."

Mighty shook his head at Silver's assuredness. "You seem so sure, but what happens if what we did didn't work tonight?" he challenged.

"It did," he confirmed with certainty. "And now we have another ally against Infinite."

"Silver, you are an infection on this city. Right now, you have absolutely no virtue and no value, here or wherever it is that you decide to drag yourself next. I feel so sorry that Faith has to be raised in the same household with a punk like you," he pointed. "I'm going to pray for her soul because I know you don't have one..."

Silver watched as Mighty backed away from him with furrowed brows before eventually turning around and leaving him. Silver remained stood in the cemetery, mulling over his harsh words.

•~•

A bit later, Shadow stood outside in the parking lot of a motel not too far from their home. Two cars pulled into the parking lot and pulled into a parking spot nearby. Shadow watched as the passenger door opened allowing Blaze out of the vehicle. She rushed over towards Shadow eager to find out if everyone was all right.

In the other car parked a few spots away, Silver stepped out of his own car and shut the driver door behind him. Still oblivious to all the eventful things that had happened around his family, he strolled towards his wife and brother.

Blaze embraced Shadow for a moment before pulling away. "What happened? Is everyone okay?"

Silver stood in the background eavesdropping in on the conversation that had already begun without him. He tucked his hand into the pocket of his pants and stared in Blaze's direction noticing her mucky looking outfit that had once looked pristine this morning.

Shadow smiled at her concern. "It's okay Blaze, Amy, Faith, and I are fine. If anything, I should be asking about your wellbeing," he spoke noting her appearance. "What exactly happened?"

Blaze's head dropped dejectedly. She felt a bit like a failure. "Lupe outsmarted me and managed to kill me. She knew the only thing stopping her from entering past my boundary spell was how I linked it to my heartbeat."

Silver's eyes widened from the detail. Blaze had been dead temporarily on his watch? He went to open his mouth to intervene, but Shadow was quick to ask the same question he was thinking of. "Who managed to save you?"

"Sonic thankfully," she answered. "I must admit; Lupe is a crafty one. She was one step ahead of us once again," she sighed woefully.

"We'll get the upper hand on her eventually. We always do with our foes," he smirked.

"Why exactly did we receive a text to turn up here for the night?" Silver finally asked, interloping the conversation.

Shadow directed his attention to Silver hovering in the background behind Blaze. "When Lupe invaded our home I had no other choice but to defend our compound. I may have broken the rule I had just mandated earlier this morning," he noted uncomfortably. "Since it's going to take a bit of time to clean up. I decided to get the family out of that environment until we can properly clean it."

Blaze wrung her wrists nervously, imagining the devastation Shadow had committed. "Did Faith happen to see any of the…bodies?"

"She did see some brutality," he admitted disconsolately. "I compelled her to forget what she saw tonight. That's the best I can do for her for now."

"What is the room situation then?" Silver inquired.

"There were only two rooms left when we checked in. Amy and Faith are already in our room sound asleep," he said rummaging into his jean pocket. He pulled out two key cards and handed one over to Blaze, then one over to Silver. "These are your keys, your room is 205 three doors down from ours."

As she looked down at the keycard it suddenly registered in her mind that she'd be forced to share a room with Silver. She had been trying to avoid him and had been sleeping in the guest room for the time being, but it didn't look like she'd be able to avoid him tonight. However, it'd only be one night. She could do this! "Right…"

With that said, Blaze turned on her heel, brushing past Silver. The two brothers watched as she walked up a flight of stairs before heading over to her room and unlocking it. Once she was inside, Silver turned back to Shadow. "Sounds like it was quite eventful today," he mulled aloud.

"It seems that way," Shadow replied before another thought crossed his mind. "Speaking of which, what were you up to all day?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Busy working with Mighty to re-connect our link to the ancestors' afterworld. You know mother screwed up the link to our world from her world when she used their power to resurrect herself and Mephiles."

Not realizing the consequences in order to achieve this goal, Shadow nodded as he listened. If Shadow knew the extent he had gone to attain this goal, he knew his brother would not be pleased with him. "So was it a success?" Shadow asked, pulling him out of his ruminations.

Silver ran a hand over his bangs. "It was, we now have another ally on our side eager to assist us in defeating Infinite."

"Wonderful," Shadow exhaled before looking back to their room. "Are you going to be okay up there with Blaze?"

"I'm planning on trying to get her to talk to me when I head upstairs. I want to try to clear the air and mend ways."

Shadow reached out and patted his brother's shoulder. "I wish you luck, brother."

Silver gave him a weak smile. "Thank you."

•~•

Sitting on the edge of their queen size bed, Blaze had already taken a quick shower and was wrapped up in a white towel. She was thanking her blessings that she had brought some of her healing creams with her today in her bag since she desperately needed it for her injuries. Suddenly, the front door to her room began to open and she froze–she was practically naked with the small towel wrapped around her. Her tensing eased when she realized it was only Silver. "Did you lose your manners, too? You should knock before entering a room," she reprimanded.

Ignoring her annoyance, Silver closed the door behind him as he entered the room. "It is our room," he reminded. "And it's not like I'm seeing something I haven't seen before," he dismissed coolly.

He watched as Blaze continued on what she had been previously working on, trying to massage in some sort of herbal ointment onto her bare backside. She had a white towel wrapped around her nude form, covering her butt and front side. Feeling his eyes on her, she huffed. "Don't expect me to talk much if that's what you've come for."

He took off his wet vest and hung it up over the radiator for it to dry overnight. "I've just come to get some rest. I'll take the pull out bed and leave you be." He walked over to the sofa and began deconstructing it and turning it into the pull out bed it could be formed into. Blaze watched him carefully as he rummaged through the closet and pulled out some fresh linens.

Blaze shook her head to herself wishing she could be anywhere but here right now. She couldn't stand to look at him, but she'd have to put up with him for one night. Silver, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a little pleased to be forced to share a room with her. He had hoped he'd be able to try to coax her into talking to him one way or another; he'd just have to find a reason to get her to talk to him wherever he could find a reason. He finished putting the sheets over the rough looking mattress before dusting his hands off.

While one hand, clutched the towel covering her nude front, Blaze's other hand struggled to massage the yellowish paste onto her bruised and cut up backside. Seeing her in pain and struggling made his heart swell. Cautiously, he approached the bed she was sat on and stood just behind her. He was growing tired of watching her stumble to smear a bit ointment onto a particular part of her back she just couldn't seem to reach. "Need some assistance? I can always lend a hand," he offered kindly.

Blaze considered telling him to fuck off, but at the end of the day, she did need some help. If she wanted to heal faster than normal, she'd need to get this cream onto her back properly for it to work its magic overnight. She just wished it could be anyone other than Silver. She sighed begrudgingly. "Fine…"

Smiling victoriously, Silver climbed onto the bed behind her. She lifted her hand with the ointment, allowing him to reach his arm over her shoulder and take the jar with the homemade cream.

Carefully, Silver settled behind her and took off his white gloves, discarding them off to the side. Blaze felt the weight behind her dip suddenly feeling very awkward with her current position. Silver scooped some of the paste into his hand before gently smearing the product onto the middle part of her back. She flinched momentarily, feeling his cold hands touch her warm backside. There was a moment of silence between the strained couple as Silver massaged the cream onto her wounds, careful not to press too hard to inflict any more pain.

"So," he eventually spoke, ending the uncomfortable silence. "What happened to you today to cause all this?" he asked with interest.

Blaze clutched the towel closer to her chest trying to maintain her modesty in front of him. "I thought I said no talking," she reminded passively, before caving into giving him some details. "However, if you must know, it happened when I was fighting Lupe today. She threw me into some church benches."

Silver cringed imagining the pain that must have come with her fight. Blaze was not normally the fighting type. If anything, she acted more of a healer to their family. He wished he could have been by her side to help aid her in her fight, however with their distance lately he knew there wasn't a chance in hell she'd allow him to join her. "That must've hurt," he commented, trying to keep up their conversation. At this point, any conversation, including small talk was better than nothing in his eyes.

"Yeah, it did." Blaze closed her eyes as she felt her husband's hand caress and massage her backside tenderly, his hands moving lower. She cursed at the fact he was so good with his hands. His fingertips sent shivers down her spine at how careful he was to knead and massage her, making sure the cream completely absorbed.

Silver felt her sink further back into him and smiled discreetly, knowing she was enjoying his touch. He could have sworn he heard her sigh out a moan of satisfaction. Finishing, he lowered his hands to rest on her hips and leaned forward and planted a soft kiss to the back of her neck, causing her face to heat up in surprise. Before she could interject anything, she felt his right hand come around her side and grasp her chin softly. He turned it towards her left and was met by a pair of lips.

She struggled against him for a moment before reciprocating his actions, kissing him back. His kiss was chaste and his lips slowly moved with hers. She had no idea why she was allowing him to get away with this. Her mind was telling her to pull away and slap the hell out of him and to not reward him for his bad behavior, but her heart was telling her to forgive him and to move on.

As they kissed, Silver slowly lowered them, maneuvering himself so she was lying flat on the bed, while he straddled her. He used his arms to support his weight, keeping his hands by her head, while he continued to kiss her long and deep. Eventually, she moved her head to the side, parting from their kiss. She glanced up at him, feeling flushed in the face. "W-what are you doing?" she asked in a whisper.

He frowned looking incredibly guilty. "I'm sorry," he apologized softly. "I-I just miss you."

Her eyes looked away from his somber amber ones. "I'm still disappointed in you, you know."

"I know," he sighed. "But after hearing that you nearly died today…" his voice croaked. "If Sonic wasn't there to save you, I could have lost you and we'd have been on bad terms. I know what I've done is wrong, but I love you, Blaze."

Blaze pushed herself up with her elbows, forcing Silver to move back and off of her. She sat up fully, clutching the towel from falling off her frame. "What exactly do you want for our relationship?"

"Easy, I want us to heal," he nuzzled the side of her neck with his muzzle. "Let me help you heal," he offered sensually. Silver sunk lower and parted her thighs, exposing her folds to him.

"Wait, what are you-" Blaze gasped as she felt his fingers softly stroke the outside of her lips. He softly traced her opening, pushing and rubbing certain parts that made her breath hitch. Eventually, he used his index and middle finger to part her folds and pressed his face in between her milky thighs. Blaze felt her face heat up as she felt his warm breath cascade against her most sensitive region. His tongue flicked softly at her warm channel, tasting and savoring her.

Blaze writhed in place absolutely hating this moment. It's not that she hated what Silver was doing to her; it was the fact that he knew how to make her feel so good. She hated allowing herself to get into this position. She was still mad as hell at Silver, but for whatever reason, she was now sat on the bed in some run-down motel allowing him to eat her out. "Ah…"

Silver's ears twitched to her euphoric sounds, he swirled his tongue, reaching parts inside of her she never thought he could reach. Her insides clamped up, trying to desperately hold onto that naughty tongue of his to dive deeper.

Blaze clutched onto his head between her legs, pulling him further into her. She could feel something building inside her that she was oh too familiar with. She was about to come and she knew this was going to be a strong one.

Silver knew it was coming too and inserted two of his fingers into her slippery channel, moving them rhythmically with his tongue. Blaze spread her legs further apart, knowing she was about to explode. Her breath rose and fell with each hitched breath just as she erupted. Her toes curled as she felt all those pleasurable sensations leave her body feeling tingly and warm. She panted trying to catch her breath as she rolled over to her side to collect herself.

Silver wiped his mouth with the back of his right arm and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and stroked the top of her head. What exactly was Silver's plan here, Blaze wondered. Why had he been so willing to please her? Those thoughts plagued her mind until she came to a theory. He was using sex as an incentive to pull her back. He never promised her that he'd quit the terrible deeds he had committed. He just wanted her back! Well, if that was the type of game he was going to play, she could play just as hard.

Blaze looked up at him through a half-lidded gaze, hungrily wanting more. She unraveled the towel around her, exposing her nude body. "Come here," she demanded lowly, outstretching one of her arms.

Silver leaned down closer to her, unsure of what her demands were. "What do you-" His lips were violently attacked by her own when she pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Closing his eyes and succumbing to her dominance, Silver laid on the bed next to her and pulled her flush against him. Her hands tangled through his quills as she kissed him back with fervor. Silver rolled them over so he was on top and pried his lips away from hers and began to attack the side of her neck.

Blaze clawed at his back, wishing she could tear his damn white dress shirt off and feel his fur beneath her fingers. "Take your damn shirt off," she commanded.

Obliging, Silver lifted from her and quickly unbuttoned his shirt with ease before tossing it on the floor. He returned to kissing her neck, nipping and leaving love marks. His left hand reached for her breast, fondling it tenderly. Blaze moaned as he grinded his still clothed pelvis against her already dripping core. She felt his hardened shaft press against her vaginal lips through his pants and shuddered in anticipation. She wanted him now. Rolling them over so she was on top, she caged him, using her arms so she was looking down at him. Her eyes held lust and frustration. Silver had never seen her like this before as he stared up at her. "I want you to fuck me."

He looked taken aback by her order. "But Blaze-"

"—Just do it!"

Since when had Blaze become so demanding? She allowed him to sit upright as he discarded the rest of his clothing, leaving him completely nude. She got on all fours with her ass sticking out, waiting for him patiently. Silver maneuvered himself behind her; surprised she wanted him to mate with her in such a position. Blaze had always found this position quite demeaning since she always wanted him to look at her when they made love. What had changed this time?

Holding his shaft in his one hand he moved it so it pressed against her entrance. Her plump lips parted slightly when she felt the head probe her. She rocked against it, allowing her folds to lubricate his tip. Silver guided the head of his penis inside of her, then his shaft, before it finally disappeared completely inside her. Blaze shut her eyes feeling her channel consume his girth entirely. She moaned as he began to pump into her, slowly at first, before going at a better stride.

"Faster," she moaned, clutching the bed sheets in her hands. She bowed her head, lifting her ass into the air even higher as he began to pummel into her. He held her by the hips, picking up his pace like she had asked.

He could feel her passage squeezing around him with every thrust. He closed his eyes momentarily, relishing in the feeling. "I hate you," she moaned out softly as he increased his speed suddenly. Silver opened his eyes not hindering his stride as he tried to process what he thought he had just heard.

"What?" he breathed out shakily.

She gasped feeling another climax building inside her. "I fucking hate you for making me feel so good…"

It suddenly dawned on him why she had picked this position to mate in. It wasn't as intimate and didn't involve him looking down at her. She didn't want to have sex with him because she wanted to be intimate and rekindle anything; she wanted it solely for pleasure and nothing more. He felt her core clamp hard around his shaft making him wince. She was so tight, hot, and he could feel her inner walls spasm around him, knowing he had just made her cum once again. He stopped his movements and stayed inside of her as she moaned before collapsing stomach first on the bed.

He pulled his slick and wet member out of her and watched as she relished in the after glow of their sex. He laid down beside her, watching her breasts rise and fall. "Did you just have hate sex with me?" he questioned.

She sat up and walked towards their bathroom. "Yeah," she mumbled carelessly. She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her to clean up.

•~•

Later that night in the Mystic Ruins, Caleb wandered through the forest after not being able to sleep. With his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his windbreaker, he came to a dead stop on the unmarked trail of the forest. Standing several yards in front of him was some sort of glowing red entity. You couldn't quite make out all of their features, but based on the body type and height, he could tell it was some sort of male. He blinked a few times, before rubbing his eyes. Was he really seeing this thing?

The apparition laughed in dark amusement by his reaction. "Yes, that's right…"

Caleb took a precautionary step back, feeling the hair on the back of his neck rise. Whatever he was facing right now was not friendly, that much he could tell. He kept his eyes locked on the being, too afraid to find out what would happen if he looked away. "What do you want?"

"I need a place to hide now that the ancestors are on my tail. You look appealing to hide in," he alluded with a toothy smirk. Suddenly, the creature dissipated into a dark red mass and flew straight towards Caleb. The moment it made contact with his body, Caleb staggered backwards, glowing bright red. The glow to his body faded after a few moments and his head dropped down as he stood there.

Then, slowly, his head lifted and his entire countenance and demeanor shifted into something more sinister. He turned on his heel, heading back to camp to continue his plans.