Ch. 32: Say you love me
A.N.:
My classes are finally over! Now, I can focus back on this as well as the other things that I do in the summer.
Anyway,
I apologize at how short this chapter is, but I felt that I have been putting it off for too long. I never intended for this story to be romantic or anything like that but I do think that Alma deserves happiness.
Plus, I thought that it was time for Becket to get another upgrade. Rest assured, he will not become all-powerful. Just more godlike than human. Slightly godlike so that he still gets the shit knocked out of him but he is able to be more like Alma in terms of psionic abilities. After Alma gets through with him, he will be up there with the Origin Prototypes in terms of raw power and combat ability. Granted, he overpowered Fettel already but let's be honest, Fettel had already had been beaten to Hell so…you know…doesn't really count.
Yes Point Man, you now have a true rival in the "walking tank" category. xD
By the way, I didn't realize that I only have like four "lemon" chapters out of the 30 plus that I have posted for this story. Like…wow…that's kinda depressing. I have been trying to limit the lemon stuff because I would like to not have this removed by the site and I also didn't want to turn my story into something cheap. This story is my baby so...*hugs story close* my story! Bad people stay away!
Since I now have a lot more free time, I will be posting a big chapter sometime this weekend.
Like I said, I felt that I couldn't put this chapter off any longer.
As always, I appreciate those that continue to read my stories. Seriously, I appreciate it. I didn't expect anyone to like my story to be honest.
Read and review if you want.
I am still new to this site so if I didn't reply to your reviews, I was not being a dick. I just seriously figured out that if there is a reply address on the review, I can send a message to that account. So...my bad to all those people that reviewed before. I am not "in the know" about these things...sorry.
"Ahh…Michael!" The raven-haired goddess cried out as I held her down. As the warm water of the shower continued to cascade down onto our naked bodies, I stood between her spread legs with my member repeatedly thrusting into her more socially taboo orifice. While I had her head pinned down on the wet tiled surface of the shower stall and her buttocks into the air, she taunted, "That's it…come on…fuck this dirty little girl."
The soft blue light emitted from the overhead florescent fixture reflected off the translucent layer of water on her slick skin as she gazed at me with her siren eyes. As I fought to stay in control, my body was enveloped by a red aura. My strength had grown to the point of allowing me some sort of say in our physical challenges. I knew that if she really wanted to, she could overpower me and pin me down. However, she seemed too lost in her lust to care about who was in charge.
I suppose that it would surprise most people to learn that the goddess of rage and death is a sexual being, a very, very sexual being. Her libido, often times, is borderline comically absurd like something out of an erotic novel or hardcore adult film. Indeed, she has the body to be any man's dream come true and to be the nightmare of any woman. Free from the restrictions of a physical body, she can morph her body into a myriad of different curvature ratios and body forms. With her corrupting psychic influence and chameleon-like body, she has the ability to break any man and turn him into her plaything.
Fortunately, for me, she has mercy on me by only showing me her "true" body forms: her child form, her hag form, her "normal" adult form, and then her seductive form. However, even her seductive form is simply an enhanced version of her normal form and not the will-crushing succubus form that she has used against men like my squad mates from the original Dark Signal.
As I continued to thrust into her, I could feel the familiar pressure begin to build. Unfortunately, so could she. Just before I could reach the other side of the plateau, she struck. Before I could react, she suddenly overpowered me and the next thing that I knew, she had me pinned against the tiled wall beneath the showerhead in a sitting position with my legs out in front of me.
As she leaned over me, I saw the cruel smirk on her otherwise angelic face. My mind, rudely ripped from the slumber-like state it entered during intercourse, wildly attempted to rally to be able to assess the situation and then formulate an appropriate response. However, Alma clearly had other plans in mind. As she stood over me, she reached down with her slender right hand and gently grasped my sensitive member. Then, with a wicked smiled on her face, she squatted down and guided me into her womanhood.
Because of our link, she was able to keep me just at the brink without allowing me go over by slowly ascending and descending my now painfully sensitive manhood. "Alma…what…" I managed to say. Before I could say anything else, she leaned in so that she was more or less embracing me with the side of my head resting against her warm skin just above her left breast and my nose nuzzled against the soft flesh of her neck.
As she continued to hold me, she whispered, "Say it."
Confused, I gasped, "Wha-ahhh-what?"
She suddenly descended abruptly, causing me to come agonizing close to climaxing. As I whimpered slightly, she pulled me in closer yet gently held me like a mother holding her baby. She whispered, "Say that you love me."
Fighting against the pleasure that was coursing through my mind so intensely that it was numbing my senses, I replied, "Nev…agh…er! I ha…ahh…hate…you…bit…ahh…bitch."
I shuttered as she slowly ascended all the way up before descended abruptly, this time just barely keeping me from climaxing at the last second. Not realizing that I was doing it, my arms had wrapped around her slick body, which was warm due to the cascading water from the shower, as I unconsciously reached out for something to find comfort in. She responded by holding me just as tightly. In her arms, I felt small and vulnerable like a child. With a soft whisper, she said, "Please Michael, say it. I've given you everything that I have and you've given me everything that you have except for one thing. Please, give it to me."
That episode with Akira asking me if I loved Alma must have made my goddess realize that at some level that even I was not consciously aware of, I was still resisting her. Alma is no longer a habitually cruel or possessive person. True, she still has her moments, but she has made it a goal for herself to allow things to come her way naturally instead of forcing her will onto others as she had when I had first encountered her as an adult at the beginning of my mission with Dark Signal. However, when it comes to me, she simply cannot help herself but to be possessive to the point that it is borderline obsession.
I looked up at her eyes and was stunned by the sight that greeted me. Instead of the smirk or even the emotionless expression that I was expecting, she looked back at me with equally agonized eyes and expression. My heart suddenly ached as I realized that she was about to cry because of my refusal to honestly utter the words that she longed for me to say.
Beneath the numbing pleasure that was flowing between our connected minds, two different sets of memories began to play in my mind. One set was filled with images and short action segments of my doomed mission to destroy Alma. The other was filled with my childhood memories and the memories of my time with her following the amplifier. As I looked up into her eyes, I knew that I was once again at the point of no return. I could either admit my secret love for her or at least return her affection despite what she had done to me in Fairport, or continue to slowly go mad in the head from the poison that was my own bitterness.
She moved so that our noses were almost touching and then whispered, "Michael…please…"
My mind suddenly focused on the memory of the conversation that I had with the apparition of my child form.
My younger self suddenly cocked his head to the left for a brief moment before he remarked, "You know, it is not her fault."
Confused, I questioned, "What are you talking about?"
He replied, "What she is."
I said sadly, "I know."
He asked, "So why do you blame her for the things she did to your team? Was she supposed to have suddenly not been who she is or something?"
I replied, "I don't blame her."
He gave me an exasperated look before he said, "Yes you do. Come on man, it was a bad op and we got used. Let it go."
I replied, "I can't forgive her."
He shook his head before he explained, "I did not say forgive. No…you would be a fool to forgive. What I said was let it go. Dwelling on it will not change what happened. You have never wondered about how she felt…have you? While you were busy fighting Keegan, she was going through our mind. I bet she panicked when she realized who we were. The only person she could call a friend and she had raped him. I would imagine that she cracked and regressed back to her child state. Actually, now that I think about it, I believe that is what happened. The point is that there is more than one side to a story. Mull on that."
Of course, thanks to Alpha 1, I had learned that Alma had known who I was from the second that she had entered my dream inside the APC as we proceeded towards Valkyrie Tower to apprehend Aristide. All the hardships that she had put me through were a combination of trying to get my old personality and memories back in control and, mostly towards the end, were her own uncontrollable urges caused by Armacham turning me into bait to lure her away from Point Man.
During my doomed mission, I was never in any real danger. Yes, she had made it seem like I was constantly in mortal danger and she even allowed me to get injured, but she was always watching me in case I ran into something that I could not face on my own. I may have thought that I was alone during my slog through the dark, paranormally charged apocalyptic wasteland called Fairport, but she was always there beside me; just out of sight and reach but nonetheless always there with me.
My child form had been right about one thing though: she had cracked when she realized what she had done. Thinking that she had ruined the one relationship that was of mutual affection, her mind had collapsed in upon itself as the one spark of hope that had seen her through her soul-crushing loneliness inside The Vault was forever tainted by her somewhat involuntary impulse. Like me, she had been putting herself back together ever since then. At that moment, in our sinful yet also innocent embrace beneath the running warm water of the shower, I held in my hands the last chance for her to find happiness, beyond being a beloved mother, in a lifetime of misery. If I spurred her, the Alma that had become my closest friend and also the only thing that I could call a love would be lost forever.
"Michael…"
It was time for my choice. Surprising even myself, I did not even hesitate in deciding my choice. I reached up and cradled her head before I said, "I will never forgive you for what you did…but…what you want…it's yours and it always has. I love you Alma Wade."
She started crying bloody tears as she kissed me deeply. As I responded, she allowed the feedback to travel to my tormented manhood. I moaned into her mouth as I finally climaxed deep inside her womanhood. Any rational thought that had still been inside my mind vanished as I essentially fought to stay alive against the overwhelming feedback from both our mutual physical orgasm and the mental synchronicity that was flooding my mind with a torrent of happiness that was flowing from her tormented mind into mine. Several times, inky blackness threatened to overwhelm me and send me into the abyss, but she gently held me close to her on this side of the abyss.
After releasing seemingly every drop that my body had into her womb, I whimpered as my body began to shake. I suddenly felt unnaturally weak and spent. My own body felt alien to me as she held me to her and refused to relent. With the last remaining fragment of my cognitive faculties, I managed to decipher what she was doing. She was ridding me of my restrictions and making me as close to what she was as my human body would allow.
I could feel her changing me and I have to admit that it felt pretty damn good. She retracted her lips from mine and then held me so that the side of my face was once again resting against her warm body just above her left breast. My mind was in a stupor and I just vaguely sensed that she had moved both of us so that she was resting with her back against the tiled wall and I was resting gently in her arms. I was unable to tell if she was still crying but I imagined that she was.
I tried to fight back through the fog that had overtaken my mind, but she suddenly said through our link, "No, my love. Sleep. When you wake up, you will be like me and my sons...gods among men."
Using all my remaining strength, I begged her, "Al-Alm-a…I do-don't…wa-want..t-to…di-die."
She giggled happily as she also sniffled before she assured me, "No silly, I'm not going to do that. Just trust me…I love you Michael, and I always will. Death is not the only way to become like me…just rest now…I'm right here and I will not let anything happen to you. Sleep Michael, I love you."
Just as my mind faded into darkness, I replied, "I love you too Alma." Then, my mind faded into darkness and I became lost to the world.
A.N.:
That is all the romantic fluff that you are getting from me.