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Chapter 44
Guilt of Love
There are relatively few things about her own appearance that Aethyta has seen diametrically changing throughout her thousand-year existence. Undoubtedly, one of the most intriguing, though rather insignificant, has been a systematic darkening of the pigment of her skin tone. The soft indigo skin colouration of her youth gradually darkened and intensified over the centuries. In the end, it turned into today's royal blue with intense and velvety tones.
Truth be told, slight variations in skin tones, with increasing age, are not uncommon in her species. However, the reason for such a substantial color change is far from clear, even to skilled and respected Asari specialists.
The cause can hardly relate to Aethyta's Krogan blood. Having a Krogan as a father is not really uncommon for her species. However, such significant phenomenon of skin hyperpigmentation represents a rather exceptional fact for the Asari, regardless of their paternal species.
As for the matriarch, she is apt to regard the matter like a side effect due to her youthful excesses, not without a searing amount of bitterness. On the other hand, however, the reason could even lie in the side effects of any substance administered to her in the Temple of Athame, when she was picked up almost dead, treated and finally put on her own feet, miraculously.
Whatever the reason, Aethyta is definitely proud with her skin decisive color. She obviously never gave a damn to get to the bottom of the strange whole thing. In recent months, even less than ever. Since the wonderful human creature, who is sleeping next to her, thinks that this precise shade of color is "fucking sexy". There is nothing else Aethyta cares to know.
On the one hand, the sprightly matriarch is grateful to Goddess for how wildly she feels "on fire," at the mere thought. On the other hand, she flatters herself for being able to come up every night new and imaginative methods to savor all the arousing benefits connected to the mysterious affair.
Dawn is far to come. The night slips, warm and silent, mesmerized by a placid moon. Aethyta is comfortably lying in bed. Karin is sleeping next to her, softly. Night lights, soft and discreet, flood the dimness in warm amber tones. The charming Asari loves to stay awake, after love, to watch her lover sleeping. The pleasant habit makes the atmosphere peaceful, settled and normal. It makes her feel like she has a long time left. Karin's peaceful face, framed by a sensual mess of silver locks, seems damn serene, and spreads some deep sense of completeness.
Aethyta stares at Karin in silent adoration, as a poet in love with her own muse, who can contemplate her for hours. She is still feeling completely wrapped and gently cradled with a pleasant sensation of glorious satisfaction. Valuable revitalizing effects expand through her senses like a cascade. They travel every cell of her body at infinite velocity.
Each neuron in her mind, inebriated and pacified with euphoria, seems to sail far and wide through placid lakes of dopamine. In a verge of bliss, it sends valuable well-being throbs to her body, as beatified. The full list of describable, and not really describable emotions, which use to follow the merging of the pair, is punctually saturating the pleasure centres of Aethyta's brain. Every precious benefit overflows in the invisible dance of neurotransmitters, making her feel terribly happy.
Slightly open mouth, she gathers a significant breath of air, carefully crushing it as deeply as possible into her own lungs. Before starting to breathe out, slowly, the matriarch allows herself a long moment of absolutely still meditation, narrowed eyes. Every ounce of her attention is focused on the pleasant waves of chills curled along the line that connects the bare skin of her side with the side of her human mate. That sensuous touch is provoking bountiful vortexes of well-being along her whole exhausted body. From the toes to the extreme points of her crests, which gently rest on the pillow.
Half-closed lips, and boundless eyes, the matriarch's gaze lingers lovingly along the unmoving curves of her mate lying on her side. Karin's eyelids are sealed. Her expression just hinted, in a semblance of relaxed sleep. The woman gave in to exhaustion, almost immediately. She lies on her side, face turned to Aethyta, an arm unknowingly cuddling her pillow. Brush strokes of oceanic blue seem to pull away from the Asari's eyes to paint colorful caresses on Karin's shoulder. Caring and sensual glances roll down the steep slope along the hip of the human woman. They slowly scramble their way up the curve of her thigh, before sliding across the outline of the calf, till reaching the end of the small toe.
Aethyta's lips slightly widen in a seductive smile, softened by the still warm memory of Karin's. She cannot ask her own eyes a more beautiful place to linger. Clumps of sweetness meld in her stomach, as her thousand-year-old heart beats with youthful ease. A sigh blows outside her lips, almost like a distant breeze, unconsciously. Whatever rides it, sounds barely perceptible. Much closer to a slight vibration of the soul than a voice.
"Hell... I'm nuts about you, sexy sugar!"
She feels her own will dangerously waver, critically poised between the urge to caress her lover's skin, and the annoying sense of guilt for not wanting to wake her up. Uncertain fingers ends up rising and dancing their hesitation in the dimness, like suspended in midair, bashfully. For a few fragments of eternity, Aethyta does her best to suppress that uncontrollable urge to mold her fingers over the silky weft and cozy of Karin's shoulder.
A sudden shudder in the sleep of her lover freezes Aethyta's hand just a few sighs before its destination. The sleeping woman's face, so far serene, ripples in deep wrinkles of discomfort. Less than a second is all it takes before the sealed eyelids of hers begin throbbing and joggling in a manner that reveals the rapid eye movements. A swollen and shining tear is already digging its own nervous embroidery and thin, on the edge of the contracted cheek. Tormented lips mimic unconscious cries, tortured sighs, and confused words, never truly uttered. Painful and incredulous breaths heave in the steep up and down of Karin chest. While her suffering limbs are jolted by the unconscious electric commotion.
A: Hell, no! ... Not again!
The abrupt burst of sadness stumbles against Aethyta's teeth, graceless. Her crumpled voice of concern is flailing halfway amidst thought and speech. The long fingers of lapis lazuli linger a moment longer, like suspended in the void. They lie in the resolute half-light, culpably still, stuck in a like stone-rigid hand.
Aethyta distinctly feels every ounce of her helplessness, as it strikes down relentlessly on her arm and bent her own back under a cruel ballast of oppression. Nonetheless, it is in the deepest core of her consciousness where the wildest and most painful war is being fought. At the top of every thought, channeled in every breath, disguised within every beat hatches a fierce sense of guilt, unbearable and malicious. A burden unutterable and inglorious, which scoffs all hope, as it writhes in her bowels, fueled by the awareness to be the cause of every heartbreaking tear embroidered on Karin's face.
"Oh, baby! It was so bloody marvellous to contemplate the intimacy of your thoughts, savor the innocence of your wishes, gather the many-sided depths of your soul, as in a spontaneous embrace of all our perceptions ethereal, physical and mental."
She sighs, as lulls herself in the flow of her own thoughts, which make her consciousness vibrate, like the wistful tolling of bells. Aethyta squints, forehead slightly rippled with anxiety. She focuses on the image of Karin, which keeps on dancing on her retinas in graceful strokes of light. Thought begins gently.
"I'm so sorry, Sweetie pie..."
She pauses, as if waiting for a storm before blurting out some sort of gloomy mental hissing in usual ribaldry, just in thought.
"Ha, fucking hell! I'm pissed as a Varren struggling with a dish of salad!"
Guilt seems so touchable, like a voracious enemy and ruthless, who pierces the darkness and attacks the soul from within, bite after bite. Aethyta struggles to shake off the suffocating tension of her nerves. She keeps her eyes completely closed, trying to focus on Karin, who seems to have escaped her restless sleep.
Gradually, her spiritual horizon spreads deep in the soul of the human woman she loves, like a sweetish scent of spring. It is no longer anger she is thinking about, nor the guilt. She just wants to wrap Karin in mild and comforting protection. The fiery temper of the matriarch softens. The thoughts of hers get lighter. Each imperceptible sensation is gathered inside her. Mentally, she comes through her bondmate in the sweetest voice she can imagine.
"For a thousand years I surfed through emotions, explored high and low each intriguing path of pleasure. I sailed on dissolute waves, along multiform trajectories of heady passions. Well, I also dicked around in oceans of wasted time, and crossed whole mountains of fucking darkness. Alone, and empty, and desperate, like a hunk of junk dumped in a dark alley. I walked winding deserts, disgustingly bleak and barren. I gathered the meaning of my existence between my fingers. Sometimes, I was deeply grateful. Other times, royally pissed off. I loved intensely and cried tears of joy. Likewise, I've known the oblivion of being dumped. I received the most precious gifts, but... just when I thought I had everything... I woke up in a fucking nightmare, with nothing but loneliness and pain!"
Aethyta pauses with a grimace.
"Then you came along, Babe! So amazingly unexpected, and..."
She bows her head, unconsciously. Anger at herself, which she repressed so long, is still smoldering in the ash. It suddenly catches fire again, like a burning ember. That is not revealed in words. However, in each single thought there is the sound of a blaze, which first inflames the night, and then reduces it to ashes.
"Holy crap! I was so damn selfish, Sugary! I didn't wanna give up on you, and... couldn't protect you! Your nightmares... those tears... I know them all too fucking well! It's all my fault, and... and I feel like a goddamn piece of shit for it!"
Aethyta sighs all her painful regret, and takes a deep breath, before continuing, warmly.
"May Athame forgive me! I never should have dragged you into a damned relationship with no future! Not after I had experience with this!
That slow withering of the spirit is a lousy disease that doesn't heal. It consumes you, dries you up from within, little by little. It drains your soul one drop at a time, as you try to survive the unbearable pain of your broken heart because of the overwhelming emptiness of parting. No matter how long it lasts! A month, a year or... a bloody century! I had no right to cause you even a single second of that pain! Don't the fucking care if I never meant to!"
Aethyta's jaws tighten in mortification, painfully. Dark thoughts writhe in the head like poisonous snakes, as she feels deeply involved by Karin's nightmares, and helpless. Sometimes, the weight of guilt is an unbearable burden, which pierces and cuts and tears apart. Like thousands of knives of ice it rages on the walls of the heart, just to see it bleed.
Aethyta knows she does not have much time, nor... choice! If Shepard does not wake up by herself, she has to do what she came for! Nonetheless, that's would mean to save the Commander, and leave the woman she loves in despair, and with a broken heart. Or... she might leave Liara's soulmate to her sad fate, and condemn her beloved daughter to centuries of heartbroken agony!
The bitter truth is that, whatever decision she makes, one of the two people she loves the most in the galaxy is bound to suffer because of her. The other one to feel guilty for being happy, at best!
Not to say that, throughout this time, she has grown very fond of Shepard. She wants her to recover, wholeheartedly. For Liara's happiness, of course, but she cannot help but care about her future daughter-in-law. Besides, Aethyta is pretty sure her little grandkid on the way could not have a dad cooler than that.
It seems like a million years ago since a stern and resolute thousand-year old matriarch first came across the skilled and intriguing Dr Karin Chakwas the first time. Truth be told, at the time, Aethyta's plan seemed rather extreme, but perfectly reasonable in her eyes. However, the exuberant matriarch, passionately in love, of our day, is forced to admit to herself that the cure she had in mind could be even worse than the disease itself! That is a kind of admission she does not like at all.
"Bloody hell! Nobody in her right mind would've consciously gotten into such a bloody fuckin' situation!"
She sighs, miserably. For a time not as short as she would like, Aethyta is seriously tempted to beat her head wildly against the wall, as a Krogan does. Just to get some peace. Her thoughts are rudely interrupted in a starkly unexpected way, just then.
"You're fucking weak, kiddo! I should kick your ass from here to Thessia, just to get it through your thick skull that you've no damn reason to feel guilty because you made that human happy!"
The reproach comes like a snap in the mind of the matriarch, who gasps in astonishment. However, a grimace of disbelief paints her face with sunlight the moment the rough voice of her father fills her ears, pleasantly. Centuries-old sensations are brought to the surface. They swirl in her mind in uncontrolled directions.
She cannot swear that she actually heard the voice of the old battle master covered in scars. However, it never seemed so real to her. The typical peppery and familiar paternal attitude is just as she remembered. Something vaguely tender and protective, well hidden under thick skin and sometimes rough as a valiant Krogan warrior.
Before perceiving the abrupt echo of the paternal voice within her, Aethyta was engrossed in exploring her subconscious, profoundly. Every single neuron aimed to bring her mind into a state of complete neutrality. In trying to see the reality of things in its entirety, get a natural state of beneficial emptiness and clarity.
Aethyta does not care the harshness in the voice of her parent, just as she used to do. It sounds like a welcome respite, as comforting as unexpected, indeed. She gets carried away by the pleasant feeling for a while. Everything in her old parent is exactly as she remembered.
If someone looked at her now, he would not notice any trace of her usual matriarch somehow ageless and sparkling. Only a devoted daughter in her place. Aethyta immediately realizes, how badly she would like to be lulled by the unmistakable fatherly temperamental. Just as she used to do as a kid, when she would immerse herself in the familiar relief of the reassuring voice of the big Krogan, who held her on his lap, as every fear got dissolved, and all hesitation faded away. For a short moment, she can feel nothing but a veil of melancholy get through her gut, to quaver her voice.
"Father?! How the hell... where the hell..."
She sighs. Still lies there in Karin's bed, yet she is pretty sure it is not a dream. The voice of her father sounds damn real. Permanently closed eyes, Aethyta gazes through the darkness, full of expectancy.
"I'm where you need me to be, kiddo! Probably, your subconscious conjured me up for a reason."
Old Krogan suggests candidly. The matriarch continues to listen to him with an incredulous and vividly excited mind. She gets the feeling to be floating into reality, like suspended between hope and fear.
"Holy crap! OK, I'm going happily insane, am I? But, other than that... well, it's so fuckin' cool to hear your voice!"
She admits, with a slight respectful smile, without a shadow of nervousness. The echo of her father's presence lingers all around, like a light and comforting aura. As fueled by Aethyta's unbridled need to get rid of the great weight on her heart. Something that has oppressed her for a long time, in an increasingly heavy way. Every day more difficult to bear.
"Anyway, since you're "here!" Well, you might be right about one thing. Perhaps I've really gone soft like a fuckin' jellyfish!
She announces bluntly, as she uses to do. Raised eyebrow, and very sincere intentions. She mentally addresses to the image of her father, perfectly stamped in mind. Every word spoken with disarming naturalness, as if the old Krogan were right there, comfortably sitting, and could really hear everything.
"The first time I set foot here, I exactly knew what was my plan! Liara's bondmate was in a coma! I couldn't bear that my kiddo was at risk of losing her, once again. I had already had a perfect measure of how much Liara is nuts about her girlfriend!
I was there to see her once, as your grand baby wore out in pain. I watched helplessly, when she wandered as though lost in a darkness. A breath after another swallowed and consumed by. I've been forced to stand by and watch while her beautiful sea eyes dying out every day more. Appallingly lost in space, like two dying stars, lightless and gloomy."
The matriarch holds in her fists all the rage, like an unexploded bomb. She can hardly control the tenor of her remarks.
"Then, the only damn thing able to go through my thick skull was the idea that my poor girl's happiness was all up to an insanely charming and valiant human woman named Commander Shepard, who was probably about to die for the second time. This time permanently!"
Aethyta's face becomes grim. The mood perfectly conveyed by the power of words.
"The mother of all fuckin' wars was finally over! To a large extent due to the massive quad of that same human woman. Her generous self-giving! Peace and serenity were slowly emerging on the horizon, bringing their colossal load of hope and promises to keep. However, in the future of my little girl, long centuries of desolation were taking shape. Nothing but the darkness of loneliness and sorrow.
Yet, she's such an amazing gal. Holy shit! Do you realize the remarkable grand-baby of yours deserves all the good in the fucking Universe? I mean, tell me... what kind of grisly parent would not wanna see her kiddo finally happy!?"
Aethyta does not wait for an answer. She answers her own question, indeed. In a deep and worried tone.
"Fuck it, I'm telling you! It was bloody unfair that it all ended like this... once again! I couldn't let such a crappy fate continue to rage over Liara. Tormenting her like that! So, I made my decision. I was gonna play my trump card and save Shepard ass with my "White Fusion" sacrifice!"
Old Krogan's voice sounds like an echo bounced off of the depths of the soul. His words vibrate deep, like the strings of a double bass. They get the air excited all around, as spread their compassed melody.
"Yeah, indeed! So, you came up with the bright idea to cross out a pain with another pain! My brilliant blue baby and her fucking killer plan! Ha, you acted just like a bloody Krogan! You know, I thought you were a lot smarter than that, kiddo!"
"Kiddo my ass! Holy Tits! I'm such a fuckin' stale fossil, daddy-o! "
Aethyta retorts, with a mental snarl. Words crowd her mind circling like vultures. Their dark wings bounce all around, with a bitter rustle and resentful.
"I've already lived much longer than I can ever deserve. My only regret not being a good father to Liara. May Athame forgive me for that! So, thanks for such a specialized opinion, Mr. Genius. Like I'm crazy for yearning to do something good for my little girl, at last! Ha! You can bet until the very last scar on your big and shriveled butt. I will always ready to send this flabby blue ass of mine in some freak parallel Universe, just to make Liara happy along with the love of her life, for no less than a century!"
Aethyta catches her breath a minute. Some painful memories of her youth crowd and push, heads down, impatient to gain the surface. What emerges is painful, like an old war wound, never fully healed, which from time to time starts bleeding.
"Besides, as we both know, I had nothing to lose, apart from her! No one else to say goodbye to... not like you!"
She blurts it out. Every resentful word spelled at her father, meticulously. Dusky and piercing eyes stare through the mighty Krogan's purplish eye, as for deliberate provocation.
However, that is not the main reason for her sinking heart. Suddenly the Asari shakes her head as to reset her thoughts and find the best state of mind before speaking. She calms down almost immediately and prepares to move on. The eyes of hers become sweeter under eyelids. The attitude of her thoughts seems incredibly calm now, almost submissive, clearly affectionate.
"Please, try to understand, daddy!... I just thought, having Liara to choose between giving up on her asshole father, or the sexy badass babe she loves, well... I guess she'd have no much trouble deciding after all!"
She surprises herself to think of those exact words with fatherly dedication, as shrugs her shoulders with acceptance, instinctively. Even Krodex' deep voice suddenly becomes softer, more supportive. His words reach Aethyta's heart with the relief of a fatherly touch.
"Hey, No one can understand you better than me, kiddo. Believe me! You were determined to fix the problem with the strength of your love. Thus, you jumped headfirst into this, overlooking possible implications. You were completely and utterly alone! So, you did what you felt was the best thing for the creature you loved most in this side of hell... just like I did!"
Aethyta finds herself nodding warmly, with a sort of regretful complicity.
"Yeah, what the hell! You're right as rain! I was insanely worried about Liara! So, the mere thought she or Shepard, or anyone else might have a different opinion, or even suffer because of my gesture, well... it didn't even cross my big head, that's all! Not to mention I'd never ever believe in the whole fucking galaxy that my sacrifice meant pain, loneliness, and someone else's broken heart! Well, at least not until I met Karin, and all of my perfect planning went cheerfully to hell!"
The matriarch sighs, guiltily. She barely opens her eyes, secretly peering at her beloved, who now seems pretty peacefully sleeping. Relaxed face, and the motionless lips modeled in a kind of smile. Aethyta feels immediately relieved. The vibration corroborated by the reassuring voice of her father.
"Hey, you shouldn't beat yourself up, "Stormy Eyes". You and Karin share some damn cool stuff. Trust me, I know whereof I speak. Both of you've well-earned your wild and dirty lust on a full-scale! A massive dose of happiness, too. You two got a run of good fucking luck, as rare as hot like hell. Just like what was between your mother and me!
Oh, she always knew about my oath. Yet love was stronger than anything else, including fear. That's why she chose me, in every damned moment, for all the time we have been given. For all I care, falling in love with your fabulous mother was a monumental streak of luck!
Your mother gave my whole life meaning. Besides, she gave me you, my blue kiddo, pride and joy! But... as I recall, it's not me we need to talk about now. It's about Karin! She made her choice, just like your mother did. You have to accept it! And you should be bloody proud of it, no matter what! Living is everyone's fucking challenge, but... a very few of us have the privilege of choosing how to!
So, cut this shit out," Stormy Eyes"! Stop whining like a beaten varren, right now. Enjoy the love of your mate. Savour every single moment spent together, make it memorable, and leave her breathless as many times as you can. Because that's exactly what Karin wants from you!
Just one thing's abundantly sure from here to Terminus Systems and beyond. No one can ever know what's going to happen! You should remember that, kiddo!"
Krodex pauses. Dozens of teeth jut out from his huge mouth the moment his lips widen into a broad mischievous smile. He gives Aethyta a clever look, as he says...
"Anyhow, I'd not underestimate Commander Shepard, if I were you. And, not even my talented grandkid! Ha, as your mom used to say "When there's love, everything's possible!"
Aethyta agrees, completely. She does not think twice to admit, as only she can do.
"Yeah, I get it, dad! And, I'm damn well in agreement what you said about the wild lust and beyond! You can call it whirlwind romance, stroke of luck, true love, fate, or whatever the hell you want! The result will be the same. When I first looked Karin in the eye, she entered my heart, like a sweet fire of passion that will never ever stop burning. That's all I know!"
Strength and feeling shine in the matriarch's thoughts, like an echo of light. A languid void spreads in her stomach, ripples in fluctuating waves of passion and turmoil. Her best memories swarm to the sky, like a flight of seagulls, and reveal all the deepness what she feels for Karin. The intensity of emotion stimulates words rising to the surface from the inner abysses of the soul. The eternal obstinacy of her promise of love emphatically described.
"I've felt her wrapped around my soul ever since! Like a blanket made of tenderness, that never ceases to warm my loneliness, to heal my pain. I'd kick in the ass the devil himself, if he only tries to hurt her! That's all I know."
Aethyta sighs her own fervor tight-lipped, like blown out of the heart. Krodex's approval is fiery. His reaction as immediate as impetuous.
"Ha, now we're talking! So, what the hell are you waiting for, kiddo? Wake her up, damn it! Wipe away those tears with all the love you can give her. But above all, don't you dare give up hope, daughter, ever! The ways of love are pretty unpredictable, and... may your mother be my witness, as hot as hell!"
Her father's powerful voice thunders inside her, like a rumble of a storm. Severe, authoritative, but affectionate. It shakes Aethyta pride, gets it wildly aroused. Her great need for love bested only by her indomitable desire to protect the woman she loves.
Aethyta lets sink the healthy paternal approval undisturbed, far beyond the impalpable evanescence of her own consciousness. Determination spreads everywhere, like a tidal wave. And bit by bit, the fragrant air of expectancy tickles her nostrils. It begins to vibrate all around, as in a dance of electrified particles.
The matriarch gives out a long sigh of approval, indulging a few moments in the rewarding sensation. Her father's presence gradually begins to fade away, in the silence of the room. However, her proverbial grit gets regenerated. Her heart rate finds its own ideal cadence and stabilized, slowly. Moment by moment, the millennial spirit of hers begins to wander in absolute freedom, as revitalized. A new state of mind, where everything is perceived in a broader, evolved and boundless perspective.
Aethyta is acutely aware of every cell with her entire being, as if she knew them one by one. She feels imbued with a feeling of intoxicating vigor, as rejuvenated, miraculously regenerated. Listening to the silence again, with no fear, is a great relief for her. She is finally ready for opening her impatient eyes, and look through the velvety penumbra and silent.
She breathes eagerly the wait, almost breathlessly, and does not feel much different to a girl at the mercy of her first love. She let herself be carried by her most intimate feelings, with confidence, and savors them fully. Her eyes open wide in the darkness again and shine, filled with impatient expectation, as if on the brink of a wave of love. Emotions flare up inside her, like an unstoppable meteor shower. Every beat jumps up her throat, then bounces from her chest to her stomach, before stealing her breath, completely. Just a thrill of stirring pleasure left in its place.
Karin's soft silhouette motionless in bed, fills Aethyta's gaze, completely. Every breath a beat. Each pulse a sensual irregular breathing.
Aethyta immediately feels welcomed into Karin's hypnotic presence, as thrown into a trail of sweet emotion that ignite the amber twilight and silent. A very strong vibe of wholesomeness draws a myriad of chills on her velvet skin that make her tremble.
She cannot resist the rousing temptation. Her fingers shudder in the rustle of Karin's hair. The fingertips are greedily immersed in the soft silver silk. In a delicate and discreet ecstasy of the senses. The restless sleep of the woman she loves is sensitive and unstable. However, still unpleasant. Fortunately, the touch of Aethyta even though it is very delicate, is enough to caress Karin out of her nightmare, once and for all.
Hazy eyes wander a few moments in the dark, frantically looking for the presence of Aethyta. Karin's gaze, still dirty with terror and despair, is not able to distinguish reality from nightmares. For a few moments, the woman remains fatally suspended in the precarious dimension, which sometimes dwells between sleep and wakefulness.
K: Thyta! Please...
She looks around longing for Aethyta's face. Few eloquent words escape her lips pursed, as a deep sigh is tearing the long silence to pieces.
K: ...hold me in your arms again, Love!
She urges in a whispered voice, trembling with emotion. Karin's voice causes an immediate blast in Aethyta's chest. Her heart stops and starts beating again, a hundred times every single breath. Her soul rushes in a flash into the eye of the love hurricane, which captures and dragging her senses in every direction, transmitting almost invincible inner strength.
A great energy is released within her. It flows and moves in every beat. It dissolves any fear or hesitation. All she wants is to hold the woman she loves in her arms, and erase nightmares from Karin forever. Protecting her from all the painful signals her subconscious insists on sending. Instinctively, she takes Karin in her arms, ardently.
A: Hey, Sugary, come here! It was just a bloody nightmare!
She whispers lovingly into Karin's ear as squeezes her, tenderly. Karin cannot keep the burst of emotion. She feels all the fear vanish as she sinks into her partner's embrace.
K: Yeah, thank the stars!
Karin sighs back relieved, with a small crack of a smile. The two lovers remain motionless for a long time. They look at each other, without words, as if suspended in balance, in the precious sweetness of that gaze. Happiness begins to flow back into their veins, like valuable lifeblood. Their lips slowly attract each other, the breaths blend, emotions belong together. Karin intertwines herself tighter to Aethyta's body. She gently surrenders to her tender kiss and sensual. They both feel like flooded by a gushing rain of love, and get lost in the same emotion.
Aethyta feels her lover's heart pounding against her breast, as she wraps her body, intimately. Greedy hands travel on her bare skin, ignite her senses of desire, and she wants nothing more than to burn and burn in the fire of passion. It is so beautiful she cannot breathe, bewitched by the enchantment of Karin's lips. Skin against skin, heart in the heart. Aethyta quenches her thirst in Karin's sighs. Karin satiates herself in the ardor of Aethyta's excited senses.
Their bodies light up in an intense blue halo. The matriarch's eyes widen. They become like onyx, while the pair embraces eternity. Their consciences merge. Completely plunged into each other, they let themselves go to the longing of the senses. Skin submerged with caresses, lips suffocated with kisses. Bodies fed with sighs, in the rapture of ecstasy, two become one. Again and again.
The choice has been made, reiterated and confirmed. One destiny within another, as it must be, will be. Nothing else matters tonight, because when there is love, everything is possible!
To be Continued...