Palaye Royale – Lonely
Power Series - 2/3 uploads. Mature themes applied to all uploads (3).
Control
Traced on his chest were shapes and swirls that were the beginnings of her spell. Hypnotized under her bewitching beauty that she willingly let him create an everlasting memory from as she lay beside him, he drifted into the realm of the warmth they shared. Their long locks were free of their ties and spread across the bed to embrace them in the arms of intimacy.
Blossom escaped like this with him but the freedom only lasted so long, for he would soon get up and break from her spell. As she moved to straddle him, and awaken not only his awareness but his whole body, she retreated into the escape she desired from him. With a body of mesmerizing outlines hidden from the sight of everyone but his, it was effortless for him to regain consciousness and become bewildered by her once more.
Her legs held him at his waist as her hands intertwined with his. Secure in this position, Blossom lifted herself high enough to feel the reinsertion of pleasurable escape as she fell onto him. Brick's body acted as a stable foundation for the impassioned sensation that built within her.
He let her escape into his world. The world she lived in, for him, was forbidden. She was willing to run away from her world almost every night. He would let her pass the thin line between her shinning world to enter into his obscuring one.
She brought with her the light. Having his world lit was brand new but she had never trespassed. He let her treacherous body pass that line and awaited her with near desperation if she was even a minute late.
"You're so amazing!" she screamed, suddenly with her face on his pillow.
At times she may have been late, but she was never absent. The escape was not just hers to take. He found that staying in his world with her began to turn him against himself. The obscurity hid from him how much control he was giving up to her.
She only existed in his world to beg for him and bend at his will. She would do this in her world, but in his world, she was void of objections. He could hear her loud cries ring in his ears like the bells of oncoming transformation. Silence was the spell he would cast over her. The shape of him was tightly clenched in her and his tongue swirled in her mouth, catching her tongue and wanting to restrain it.
Rising and arching her back to raise her arms behind her and around his neck, he knew her escape was nearing its end. Perfectly in his hands, he attempted to keep her in this escape by her breasts. Her sensitivity there, he was no stranger to, but it would bring her back to his world with the reminder that escape didn't last forever.
She faced the glimpse of reality ready to come back to her. It all came too soon. She fell back onto the bed. As he stood, with her knees were at his feet, he brushed her hair away from her face and lifted it by the chin. She found a new escape back into his world through her mouth and with the cushions of her breasts. She reshaped the soft line in between her breasts to match his stiff, rugged silouhette. He tainted her perfection by fitting himself in every warm, wet space he could find as reality caught up to them in the moment he came to a close.
She reached the finale of her escape with him. His world and her world were now on two different sides. She caught his hand as it reappeared out of his jacket sleeve. Rushed she said, "Stay, just for tonight."
He read her expression. None of it made sense to him. He took his hand out of her hold.
"Brick, please."
She lay, still naked, in front of him. She had escaped and had to return to her world. Usually, she would've been fully dressed by now as he was. Her expression read unreadable to him for a second time. She was an emotional contrast of him, but they shared the feeling of passion in different ways. Her passion was benevolent and his was sinistrous.
"Brick," her nude form pressed onto his jacket as she kissed him, "Stay here."
This was forbidden.
He was slowly kissing her, unable to realize it was happening.
"I love you."
"You think I don't know you've been sneaking out every night?" Mojo said this revelation as he confronted Brick.
Brick remained with an expressionless reaction.
Mojo knew more than this, however, and followed up with Brick's silence, "Don't forget that you hate the Powerpuffs, I created you that way. You can't change that."
Brick caught her wrists in his hands and pinned her onto the bed. His eyes wandered over her face with no one feature to focus on. Her entire face was foreign to him. He needed to force her back into her world.
"I hate you."
He felt his body hit glass and shatter it before landing on the ground outside her bedroom. She looked down at him with only her bed sheet over her body. That expression she now had was one he knew well.
Pain—she was in pain. It was an intense pain. He could see it even after she closed the curtain. When he closed his eyes, he could see it. When he went to bed, he could feel it: her pain. It twisted his face with satisfaction through the uncontrollable wetness that caused his face to become chilled. Basked in his dark world for weeks, his disturbed memory of her began to fade in that darkness.
He made his way to the park that had been lucky for long enough without his presence. The amount of potential victims had risen in numbers due to his prolonged absence. The citizens were too quick to get comfortable with the thought that he was gone for good.
His brothers found their play toys, while he found his. He reversed and fixed his baseball cap upon his red hair. His knuckles cracked and whitened under the pressure of hard skin.
Around this time was the celebration of the girls, most notably, of their leader, Blossom.
A man came running at her, "Blossom! I'm glad you could make it!"
Whoever he was, he always got to her first in her world. In Brick's view, he did as he always did once getting close enough to her. They became so close that Brick's only intellectual thought told him the man was her new enemy. Whoever he was must only be so close only to start a fight with her.
Instead, the man decided to kiss her and Brick's palms began to bleed under his fingernails. His world went darker and he brought its plague upon the world of this man. If he was a normal human being, he was a goner. If he was of any super ability, he was no match for Brick's sinistrous passion.
Blossom's benevolent passion had saved whoever he was from Brick and their inevitable fight began. The park was far behind them as he took flight and chased after her. She managed to do this every time. She was expected to interrupt him, stop him and end his sinistrous passions.
His fingers were bloodied with that man's life.
"I hate you!" She said at the scene of him, "I hate you!"
That pain etched her face through intense screams that no one could hear. He heaved from the growing satisfaction of seeing her this way, in such immense pain. He gritted his teeth as a fog clouded her face from his view.
She seen them fall and how it saturated his face. He was grinning through it all. Until that, too, began to fall. She knew this expression. She could feel it.
The line was now plainly there. Reality had them at their knees. The space between them was the distance of two different worlds. He was in the darkest part of his world when a light suddenly returned and threatened to change everything.
She was kissing him. Bursting in his world was the brightest light that shined into the most obscure corners. They ripped fabric apart as if it were thin sheets of paper. He glued her to his body by the stickiness of their heated skin.
He kissed her with the grip of the back of her head. Her bow became loose by the constant movement of her head. Her neck fell back and revealed to him the almost completely faded appearance of the last time she ran away to him.
He rebranded her neck with the marking of his world. Her skin turned dark and red, and when she pierced his back in response, he sucked in the taste of her blood as his seeped into her fingernails.
She was facing him, reminding him of that expression still foreign to him. Her pink eyes rolled back and her open mouth gave him a peek at her deprived tongue.
As fast as he laid her down, she was still for the few moments it took for him to bring her to his world. He stared at her and that expression she gave him.
He focused on her glistening, pink eyes. Then on her plump parted lips tinted pink and swollen red. Her brows, relaxed and angled, made those pink eyes rest at the corners. A mixture of soft pinkness and hues of red were spread across her face. He knew it wasn't pain.
"Brick, I love you!"
Her expression turned into a more pronounced version of what he had just seen as her escape was fulfilled.
"Please," she touched his face, "Stay here."
He began to remove himself from her. She held him in place, "I love you."
There was a pause of thought in him. He held himself above her on his hands. His elbows began to bend and she could see him closing in. She felt him gather her in a loose hold.
"Blossom..."
Just as she asked, he stayed. This time, he stayed. She let him escape to her world.