Chapter Thirteen: To Break, Command and Devour

As Helena and Bane fell into a light doze, hours away Talia closed the distance between her and the Lang Household, the heavy tires devouring the miles as she smashed the accelerator to the floor. She checked the rearview mirror as a highway patrol officer passed her on the five-lane freeway.

She pressed her lips together in a firm line and clenched her teeth until her jaw popped. If she didn't need to keep her eyes open to drive, she would've squeezed them tightly shut to avoid the assault on the frontal memory of her brain as her mind replayed the first time she realized her hold over her Protector had waned. She could taste the bitter moment that her golden cunt, that she had always held just out of his reach no longer, held the luster it always had.

It had been the night she had thrown the wine glass at Helena across the table where it shattered. A few small shards of glass opened the smallest of cuts on Helena's soft fingertips.

Talia had been just out of sight in the kitchen doorway when she witnessed the heart stopping moment of Bane dipping a cloth napkin in a glass of tap water and wiping the blood off her smooth fingertips. Talia knew Bane wouldn't glance in her direction and see her when he extended his hand to Helena as she crouched on the hardwood floor.

Talia had placed a palm over her heart to make sure it was still beating when it seemed to take the longest time as Helena stared at Bane's outstretched hand, took sheer eons to examine his ragged cuticles and uneven nails. Helena's eyes found the river and valley of each scar and imperfection before she reached for his hand.

Talia wanted to scream until her lungs expanded too much and popped when she watched Bane and Helena's hands meet. She watched them walk away as she remained hidden in the darkness. She shook herself to present as the gas gauge chimed angrily near empty and she squinted at the upcoming exit signs.

She flicked on her turn signal and headed towards a truck stop with a popular burger chain drive-thru, coffee shop and high-priced fuel.

Talia shook her head as she filled the large engine, she had not imagined that Bane's fall from grace would've looked like this. The lives still left to take made her body tingle, electricity seemed to emanate from her toxic core, her rotten soul slid back behind the wheel with a blended coffee drink and cloud like mound of whipped cream in hand. She sucked on the green straw, it could've easily been a bright green cock that ejaculated sugared cream onto her lower lip as her tongue darted out and lapped up the sticky sweetness.

As Talia's all-weather tires ate up the miles with enthusiastic vigor as she headed toward the Lang household, in the kitchen of Talia's eventual destination, Helena filled the clear coffee carafe with tepid water and measured eight grounds of a heavy-bodied roast coffee into an unbleached filter before she hit the start button.

Helena hummed to herself as she gathered up a few spoons, cloth napkins and breakfast pastries as the coffee brewed. She watched Bane through the large bay window as he reclined in the padded chaise lounge on the redwood deck. Bane had his eyes closed as he stared up at the sun through scarred eyelids.

Bane didn't open his eyes until Helena spoke as she settled on the other tropical-padded chaise lounge.

"What are you thinking about?"

He looked over and smiled his thanks at her extended hand and cup of near-scalding French roast.

"Something from long ago, you wouldn't be interested," he said easily and let his eyes linger on the exposed skin at the top of her chest until she flushed.

"I might be," she said as she took a nervous sip and swirled the sweetened brew.

Bane paused right before he spoke. He realized he didn't know how to properly describe Pena Dura.

Bane's eyes found hers on his, open and wanting to listen. Not being stained and broken by the Pit's toxicity.

He took a couple burning swallows of the rich roast. "I was born in a place you are blessed to never see. My spirit was tested, and my soul was stained in the depths of inhumanity. I grew to a man in a subterranean underbelly where the shadows had teeth."

Bane paused and found Helena watching him intently.

Her neutral expression beautiful but unreadable.

"Talia liberated from the darkness, delivered me to the light by her own hand," Bane said as he trailed off and closed his eyes as he turned his face back up towards the sun. The warmth bathing him, accepting him.

Bane didn't want to share the memory that the sunlight's warm fingertips had pulled from the recesses of his mind.

Talia had several muscular men pulling Bane out of the Pit.

Right before he reached the surface, his broken hands and twisted body clinging to the thick rope, Talia told the men to halt their upward momentum.

Talia had pulled out a sharp dagger from a thigh sheath and held it to the taut rope that kept Bane from falling and breaking too much to heal from.

Talia had made him swear that he would give her all that remained of himself. He had already broken his very body, mind, and soul for her, but hanging from that rope, he vowed to feed her the last bits of his own flesh before she starved to death.

Bane shook his head as he heard the creak of Helena's lawn furniture as she rose from the plush palm tree covered padding.

Bane was still caught between past memories and the present day when Helena's arms were at once around him as she slid onto his lap.

His heart caught in his chest as her limbs surrounded him and his senses become inundated by her. His senses were waterboarded by a potent surge of lust as his hands moved before he was capable of speaking and began pushing her clothes free.

Helena squealed as his coffee fell and splashed onto their half-naked bodies.

For several moments, the only sounds were Bane and Helena's rapid rise in breathing as they frantically pulled each other's clothes free.

Bane rose to his feet and lifted her up in his arms until the tips of her bare toes brushed the ticklish ends of the green blades of grass.

He walked backwards until the chaise lounge bit into his muscular calf and clumsily settled on the thick pad and settled her warm naked body on his equally bare flesh.

"Wait a second," he growled, his voice nearly breaking as he yanked the elastic band from her hair until the silken strands fell around her bare shoulders and teased her bare breasts.

Bane stared up at her as her naked flesh blocked out the sun. His breath caught as his eyes never left hers as he dropped his hands to her hips and shifted until he could lift her. He adjusted his grip until her wet, tight center was poised over the head of his hard cock.

He stared up at her, the sun making a bright halo around her as his eyes trailed down the front of her naked body until he found her tight, wet center. Bane groaned lowly, in concert with her breathless sighs as he pulled her pink, wet center down onto his hardness until he couldn't impale her further on his rigid cock. Bane squeezed his fingertips tight on her supple flesh until he couldn't force his cock any further. His masculinity pulsed deep inside her as he began to increase his pace until he was moving with frenzied enthusiasm, the sound of their wet intimate flesh kissing wasn't as loud as the gasps he forced from her throat each time his cock slammed into her.

Bane's orgasm overwhelmed him; he kept his ecstasy confirmed to a grumble that filled his chest as his cock spasmed inside her tight, wet center. His mind created a trapdoor that spilled him back to the memory of clutching the thick rope, being suspended over the Pit, vowing his very life to Talia in order for her to not cut through the tired strands and steal his life.

"Anything," he groaned and danced his hands up her back, clutching at every part of her as he continued. "Anything, anything, I'll…," he murmured as he kept his cock firmly inside her, making her intimate center stretch to accommodate his fullness.

"What? What did you say?" Helena stammered breathlessly as he pressed his face between her breasts, his nose pushing against the thick cartilage nestled where her breastbone met. He flicked his tongue against the flushed skin over her xiphoid process as he repeated himself in a barely coherent whisper.

"Anything, everything. I'll give you all that you command."

Helena felt her own pleasure began to peak and electricity surged through her as she tried to speak before her body took over and she couldn't use words. "I don't want to command you to do anything," she managed before she fell into an orgasmic abyss.

Bane felt her inner wet pussy walls tighten around his still hard cock, he moved with lightning fast speed and shifted them around on the rectangular, gaudy floral padding.

Helena found her legs spread wide, his large hands splayed open and pushed against the smooth flesh of her inner thighs as he watched himself drill his cock relentlessly into her pink, soaking wet center. Bane growled in frustration as he felt his cock began to soften, he wanted to stay inside her and ride the wave of her pleasure as her body undulated underneath him.

"Not to command?" Bane murmured as he felt sweat roll into his eyes and made him squint from the sting.

Helena could hardly breathe let alone speak as she first just shook her head.

"No?" Bane repeated and caught her eyes, his dark pupils burned brightly with all he was afraid to share.

Helena heard everything he couldn't say.

Helena raised her hands and cupped his jaw. She traced her fingers over the scarred planes and angles of his face as she whispered.

"Not to command, to love."