During that month he allowed her request to eat and visit with the usual familiar trio during meal times which she remained grateful for. It took nearly two days for him to agree to another which she asked for several days later. It was to have at least two hours with Haru per day after dinner time to which he reluctantly agreed. Their mothers visited their room at least twice per week, usually during the weekends when they had more free time. This evening they were having a movie night to which Michael still reluctantly agreed all while watching their interactions telepathically from his study room. He witnessed these events through Naia's eyes, unbeknownst to the woman.
They appeared to be watching some sort of cartoon that involved a small blue alien named "Stitch" who crash landed on Earth. He sighed heavily, glad when the film ended, expecting her return. However they watched another one this time involving a war Heroine by the name of "Mulan". He sighed even louder this time around choosing to complete next weeks paper work.
When the movie finished at last a fighting game had been played, the small group passing two controllers around and taking turns for nearly an hour. Apparently some company had the audacity to base a game off of not only his person but others he knew of as well. He scoffed, muttering "That character bears no physical resemblance to me. My frame is not that uncharacteristically gargantuan...My muscles don't bulge in that manner causing me to appear as a synthetic being."
He went to his bedroom, hastily opening the door and looking in the full bathroom mirror, irritated how the game didn't do his true appearance justice.
"They based my actual appearance off of a damned replica most likely seeing as how I rarely ever go out anymore...Hmph."
He then undressed, laying under the covers while tapping his fingers against the bed, resting his cheek on a balled up fist.
'The damn paparazzi must have snuck a picture of me. Although it's been nearly a decade since I've walked around in public.'
Curiosity got the better of him, causing his search on the nearby laptop. Apparently it had been made in 87.
"Damn leeches."
He lightly closed- even though he'd rather slam it- the screen after turning the device off, rubbing his eyes with one hand. Right then she walked into the bedroom bidding her mom good night while happily laughing.
"I know! We will have to do this again soon! Love you too, makuahine (momma)!"
They blew each other a kiss, to which she caught hers, waving while saying "I love you more!"
After entering she noticed how he sulked, appearing to be in a foul mood.
"What's the matter, Pāpā (Pah-Pah)? We agreed to the slumber party tonight, right?"
"It isn't that. Come here and relax your husband. He's had a long day."
She still blushed so heavily when he said such things, bringing her hand to a grinning mouth. Her other one pulled down a bright red floral dress knowing what he desired beforehand. She turned her back to him while looking over a shoulder, swaying hips and doing a seductive, yet traditional and forbidden dance.
"This is a celtic dance for fertility blessings...You will surely enjoy this one as well."
He watched her sway full hips while hands trailed up that same familiar, seductive body, coming to a stop at her chin until turning, beckoning him with each step until making symbolic poses in the ancient, forgotten language. Each dance transfixed him in its own unique way, particularly the fertility ones. The more appropriate dances made him feel like a child again while the more suggestive, his usual horny, adult self. He barely allowed her to finish as she came to a stop directly at his side now, ending the dance with both hands resting against a stomach and head bowed.
He knelt on both knees, hastily pulling her on top when she smiled at him, chuckling while feeling his kisses. She started massaging his shoulders, tauntingly stating "I thought my loving, sweet daddy wanted to be relaxed...Perhaps not with hands, hmm? This instead?"
She rubbed what he desired against him teasingly until he was the one begging her for permission.
"What does a gentleman ask his lady before seeding her, mhh?"
"Permit me entrance, please darling..."
"Mhh, such a well-behaved gentleman deserves his pleasure..."
He felt as though she were the one seducing him now, causing confusion and questions to fester, swelling throughout his mind. He was right from the start- She had him exactly where she wanted. It made him wonder even further what plan Ruuca planted inside of her head.
He remained in thought briefly rubbing his temples beginning to feel rather peculiar. His memory recalled slightly feeling this way on the day of Naia's first miscarriage. She would have asked what was wrong now if it weren't for the tinge of pain felt from within herself, hands clutching her lower stomach just as before. She jumped off of him again while running towards the bathroom, apologizing before leaving. Not even she seemed to understand why this kept happening.
"Sorry!"
He placed a hand on his own stomach feeling a faint, phantom pain, beyond confused.
'Damned witch...Bahtus has some questions which need immediately answered. That succubus is hiding something for certain.'
He heard soft weeping from the other side, light raps audible just as before.
"Can daddy come in and comfort his lady?"
She gave a soft groan for a response as he waited a moment longer then took it as affirmation. She curled up beside the wall while holding a partially developed embryo. Her lower half and arms were covered in blood as she lost consciousness, the last thing she recalled was him rushing to her aide.
'Hear these words and understand them well, woman. It is only I who you will rely on for years to come. You will lead both your family and the boy's to safety on the morrow. Firstly, you shall call your outside ally and have a meeting with her during a gathering here this evening. Convince this monster to make it so, however, not with a sexual act. Be prepared to endure many hardships for soon, I shall come from your womb, as flesh and blood. Wake up.'
Unsure eyes opened in the still of the night, her relaxed figure resting on his own. He slept by her side recently having dozed off. It seemed as though he was in the first stages of sleep due to his light breathing. She looked at him for a moment, not even blinking once, deep in thought. She still couldn't see the reason for his obsession. She wasn't all that special without Ruuca but there appeared to be more than only that reason...Much more.
'Later, woman. Begin.'
She understood that voice to be Ruuca's. Obviously she meant to provide an explanation at a later time. Right now, it was more important for Naia to carry out the plan. Right then his eyes opened, peering deeply into her own. They stared at one another for a moments time before she broke the silence, voicing a grim possibility.
"I will never become a mother, will I? Perhaps I'm cursed..."
"Of course you will. This is common with first time mothers. At least one miscarriage is to be expected before a successful pregnancy. We can try again when you are ready. Although, I'd rather not be kept for too long."
She gave a sweet smile when pulling him close, the two just holding one another for a while. They did nothing else but remain in silence seeming to have a thorough understanding of the other. Words weren't needed when it came to healing this type of wound. Being there, comforting one another was more than enough. Still, he asked something which ventured him into uncharted waters, instantly regretting the question afterwards.
"Now darling, there isn't any need to become angered by my next question. I'm merely asking since I haven't the slightest idea myself about the matter. Have you told your mother about our marriage yet?"
"No, I thought you had. Since this happened, now isn't the time."
"Well then, darling, when will be the right time, if not now?"
"I don't wish to talk about this now. I want to be with my mother."
"You need to stay with your husband who fathered our miscarried child."
She angrily rolled over, pushing away. He made an effort of pulling her back to which she coldly spat "Don't touch me."
He shot an icy glare at the back of her head getting up now dressing for the day.
"You will have until evening when keeping to yourself and food shall be served while in bed. By that time I expect your polite mannerisms to have returned. If not then I can guarantee, darling, you will not care for the repercussions to follow."
He left her to think about his last words. She did anything but.
Instead of laying around and moping all day she chose to read scripture. When a servant entered with lunch she asked for her pink bible to be brought from her and Haru's room, saying how it was kept inside the wooden chestnut dresser. The female servant gave a polite bow going to do as told. When returning she handed Naia the book asking if there was anything else needed. She couldn't have been any older than twenty, long black hair pulled back in a tight bun, asian features and black eyes. She looked Taiwanese.
'I wonder what my life will be like when I'm her age? Will I still be trapped here with my friends and family or will you keep to your promise, Ruuca?'
'Only if you keep to yours, girl. It will be in your best interest not to sass me for future reference lest you are prepared for the consequences.'
'Hmm, where and who else have I heard that from?'
'Woman, do not be foolish.'
Her tone sounded scorned, a light growl making this more than evident.
'All right all right, I'm sorry Ruuca. Anyways, how are you speaking to me now?'
'The prick has left. Often he prefers you asleep when this happens in order to lessen the likelihood of our conversations. I am however being watched currently and cannot converse for all that long. Remember what you must do. I will return when the time has come.'
"No thank you, that's all for now."
"Okay then Miss Naia...I hope the food is to your liking. If there is anything else you need let me know. I will come back to check on you every two hours."
"Thank you."
She bowed, leaving her alone. Naia flipped to the scriptures telling of forgiveness and explaining how injustice will often be faced by the meek.
"How painfully true...I wonder if I'll ever be able to forgive you, Michael. I also wonder if you've ever hurt anyone else on purpose or worse..."
She hastily dismissed the grim possibilities continuing to read until dinner had arrived. The same servant from before returned even prior to the next meal time once more asking if there was anything she needed. Naia politely answered "No thank you" before the servant quickly bowed, taking her leave. For lunch she had a Cesar salad with croutons. She wondered what else was on the menu for today.
Later on soft raps were heard from the other side just as before followed by Naia once more answering "Come in". Food was brought in on a rolling cart just like before as well. The servant now stood beside her, placing a lap tray over her, removing the silver covering concealing delectable morsels. Buttered crab legs with spinach on the side caused her eyes to widen and mouth to water with pleasure. She was more than ready to dig in.
"Thank you very much...What is your name, by the way? I'd like to thank you properly."
"Ah, heh, there isn't any need for that!"
She shook her head innocently, waving both hands in the air, a humbled expression given.
"Nonsense, I'd like to know this kind woman's name."
Naia gave a genuine smile as the servant hesitated momentarily clasping her hands nervously from behind.
"My name is Guan-yin. It means "goddess of mercy" in my native tongue...It is kind and thoughtful of you to ask for my name."
"It's the least I can do, Guan-yin. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Yes then...Well, I must be going. I will come back in half an hours time."
She nodded politely taking her leave while Naia bowed her head in prayer, praying that this plan wouldn't fail. It was all up to her.
Not long after eating and just as promised, Guan-yin returned followed by Chiriki much to Naia's surprise. Both women had tempting figures and near flawless skin their builds curvaceous much similar to Naia's. Their chests had to have been at least a C cup. Guan-yin wore a strapless mauve short dress with matching ankle strap heels, wearing a thin diamond bracelet. She noticed Chriki wearing similar jewelry only it was a thin chain around her neck. Her hair had recently been cut into a bob, dark curls surrounding her beautiful diamond shaped face. Guan had more of an oval shape. She couldn't even speak for a second feeling those same butterflies flying around in her stomach, reminding her of when she thought of Chun-Li.
"Naia! I came to see how you were...I wondered what happened to you and have been worried. It has been a week since our last encounter after all."
"No need to worry about me...I was thinking about you too, Chiriki."
"I came as soon as I heard you weren't feeling well. Our leader told us to tend to you now and give whatever was desired."
A small parade of at least five other women entered the room lining up against the wall and politely bowing their heads. All looked to be of different races. If she had to take a guess, a mixture of every race was probably now standing in the same room. She could strongly feel their energies, auras, their power emanating, surging from within their gorgeous beings.
Mouth began salivating, watering as a thought of having her own harem came to mind, tendrils entrapping these women and having them coerced into worshipping and serving her as if she were a goddess, submitting to her every desire. The sensation felt overwhelming sending hormones into overdrive. Gaze quickly averted taking her a long moment to find her voice.
'Fear not, Naia. We will have our chance to free them soon. However, the fantasy should remain as such. Do not do to them what he has already. Give them something he never could- freedom.'
'I understand, Ruuca. It is and always will only remain as such. I could never cause someone that much pain. This plan cannot fail... You're right.'
'That's the fighting spirit! We can and we will be victorious!'
"I request for your leader to come and speak with me now."
"Oh, he is busy at this time but will meet with you whenever he is no longer occupied."
She arched an eyebrow Chririki's way, asking "When will that be?"
"No more than an hours time."
Guan-yin nodded in agreement giving reassurance.
"That is what he told me as well. If there is nothing else then we will leave. Or perhaps...You would care for a massage?"
The women appeared more than willing but still she dismissed the request.
"That isn't necessary. I'm more than all right, thank you. That will be all."
They nodded as she made one last statement.
"We'll see each other again soon, I can promise you that."
Looks of confusion were exchanged among the group but nevertheless all took their leave. She continued reading until he hastily walked through the door practically slamming it closed. He let out a huff while giving a stoic, unreadable gaze, asking an unexpected question which sounded more like a demand.
"Are you prepared to endure another conception? I will not take "no" for an answer."
"I need time to heal."
He slowly removed his shoulder and shin guards, along with the remainder of his outfit, allowing it all to carelessly fall onto the ground. A sinister stare froze her in place as he approached menacingly looming over. He grabbed her bible tossing it aside as if it meant nothing.
"And did you find healing in this "book" of yours?"
She crossed both arms facing away with a nasty scowl of her own.
"I am the only source of comfort that you need. Simplistic fairy tales will provide no such thing, only filling your mind with false hope and providing little reassurance. Where is this all powerful God of yours now? Why is He not helping you?"
"Get. Away."
She fumed from below while he taunted from above, smirking, moving from a kneeling position and now mounting her.
"Why is there no one else to provide you safety? Could it perhaps be, dear, that even this God of yours trembles before the very thought of my unlimited strength?!"
A smack echoed throughout the room. She couldn't believe what had just occured. Her hand practically acted on its own accord as she then came to her senses unable to speak right away. He menacingly faced her with a slow head turn restraining his anger. If not then he would break her neck. Instead he chose to pin her wrists down, squeezing until her bones nearly broke. He smothered her face with kisses while she screamed painfully when in his grasp feeling his manhood thrust intensely against her panties.
"Spread your legs and remove the remaining clothing."
He released his hold momentarily, awaiting her decision. She breathed heavily her heart feeling as though it would escape at any time. The palpitations were extreme causing her to almost faint. If met with refusal, she more than likely would. He gave her a brief moment to regain regular breathing patterns understanding how fearful she now was.
"I cannot do this, Michael. I only need one more day, please."
"Woman-"
"I promise I'll feel better by then. There is pain in my heart, it isn't physical."
"I know very well that it couldn't possibly be physical since I healed your previous wound as you slept. I will not be refused, Naia. You are my wife now and will submit to your husband...It isn't considered rape due to the fact that we're married."
"Wait, I don't want this!"
"Then you should have thought about that before having agreed to wed me."
He thrusted so hard that it nearly tore her panties creating a violent wave of pain that shot throughout. She screamed as he pulled back, ripping the fabric as well as her slip away, covering her mouth with his hand. She wept in despair pleading for him to stop. The plea fell upon deaf ears.
Her free hand gripped around his forearm while she helplessly endured his painful thrusts, experiencing an unwanted yet the most intense, euphoric orgasm she perhaps ever would. He growled as his semen spilled into that same tight womb, milking him until he then lost consciousness. The feeling was brief but it still left her breathless even though it wasn't tangible. She opened her eyes wide with surprise after this horrifyingly realistic illusion ended seeing his now still figure draped over her.
'This does not matter, Naia. We must leave now but before doing so, you will lie to the guards if there are any nearby and make a quick call to your ally before we exit. You will meet with her at 263, Hawk Avenue at the diner called Moena cafe.
This interaction did not matter...This will require all of our strength combined. You must be strong. Find the women, lead them to Sagat then we will go to your family. The guards will try to stop you but with our combined efforts, we shall prevail!'
She pushed with all of her might just to get this beast off. One thing was for damned sure, there would be no turning back.
