Part 14. Sworn

Before either could begin what was supposed to be another private session, a figure swiftly emerged from the shadows. Fading sunlight shone thru the nearby window dimly illuminating surroundings. A cold unforgiving voice pierced thru a brief tense silence.

"I believe that only one dose is required for her permanent recovery, Mr. Stevens."

Albert stood before them scowling with hidden rage, arms crossed. Neither one knew what to say for a moment til Wynnie quickly broke the tense silence, agreeing instantly. It was better to defuse this situation now before things could escalate further between both men, worsening their dynamic.

"Of course, Al, you're right. We weren't thinking straight. Frankie, I thank you very much for helping me...and for most likely saving my life."

He patted her shoulder then pulled her in for a hug, letting go.

"See you soon, dear."

"Sure thing."

Albert took their hint, stepping outside after those parting words, patiently waiting for his partner to fully dress. As soon as she exited he said nothing only glowering downwards before once more, her soft voice called out.

"I'm not sure how we'll know if any change...occured. Do you know how to tell?"

"Come along, you have a private wedding to attend."

"But what about this..."

"Your issue will fully resolve itself soon. Change into the appropriate attire. Afterwards, come to the solarium."

She did what was asked without another word. No one else could be found within the house as the sun finished setting. As soon as she stepped thru elegant, rustic doors and into this spacious lavish area, her jaw practically fell open in astonishment. There he stood in an all black tuxedo, hands folded in his front with a priest waiting at his side. She took a few deep breaths before continuing onwards shocked enough when seeing him dressed this formal. She held her small bouquet of white roses close to her chest feeling sweat starting to form along her brow, peeking past tulle.

Both said what was needed, waiting for their ques and the priest to finish with his own blessings. Before either one knew it, they'd been wed. He threw her veil back, kissed briefly then guided his new bride where desired- his bedroom. She expected this oddly enough. It didn't seem strange that no one else attended their ceremony either since her new husband was such a private individual. Still, their allies unknown whereabouts crossed her mind, causing slight worry.

He hastily undressed himself then her the moment the door closed, greedily leading soft arms towards their bed.

"This will be our room from now on. Let's begin our...consummation."

"Wait! What about-"

She paused while looking down fearfully, clutching onto her stomach with one arm that had recently wriggled free. She'd barely managed to step out of her dress before a gurgle sounded from below, followed by a squelch. He instructed her to kneel on the beds edge having to provide assistance in this task because of unsteady balance. His smirk widened, erection now apparent from knowing what events would ensue. His fingers didn't rub beforehand since copious amounts of natural- along with unnatural- lubrication already dripped heavily from below. He steadied her while fingering his lovers insides, feeling the first lithe tendril emerge, blackened and withered. It burned his hand when touched but this didn't seem to deter the stern, determined man. He casted each tendril to the beds side, onto the ground. After six had passed she sighed from relief almost laying back if it weren't for his sudden fervent kisses.

He pulled her close when mounting, still feeling her insides tighten around his fingers movements. His member twitched from anticipation only focused on one goal. She made a futile plea which fell on deaf ears and was met with a vile, castigate response.

"Please Albert, I feel weak after what happened...Can't we do this after resting?"

"It's not as though this is your first time, my "dear". Your body is internally screaming for me to satisfy and ravish...Which will happen tonight. Don't pretend the act holds no appeal for you...after your rendezvous with Frank."

He targeted her internal erogenous zone, causing intense surges of pleasure to follow, along with carnal longing moans. She held onto his forearm rubbing her cheek against his as pleasure hastily overtook her being, triggering the need for more. He leaned against her, panting and moaning as well, wanting this just as badly. She couldn't seem to meet his gaze as a forced quiet reply was given. Her voice shook with tension, uncertainty. He paused his previous movements, pondering the response and briefly mulling his own over.

"After doing that with him...This just doesn't feel right. How could you still want me?"

"And you think you are my first, dear?"

An anxious gaze averted his intense stare just as quickly as it had met it. This didn't rouse anger or resentment but instead, made things seem less unfair in some strange way. Of course the fleeting question of "how many before me?" surfaced but that would be reserved for a later time. She'd rather not ruin this moment.

"You're correct Al...There isn't any reason why we shouldn't love each other."

She gently cradled his face while feeling his nuzzle against a scarlet red cheek, feeling him fully penetrate without hesitation. The last thing she clearly remembered before drifting off while being held in his arms had been exchanges of feverish, intimate long kisses until somehow ending up on her side, facing her new spouse. This felt like something that couldn't be undone...She almost felt guilty based upon the intuition that he'd have to share- along with her possibly having to do the same- during intimate sessions.

Both silently knew that only time would tell. To neither ones knowledge, none would have a chance of refusing an unexpected visitors sinister, brutal offer during a Summer day's cloudy wet morning.