Jules took one more deep breath before he properly lined up and was slowly pressing against her; it took a few moments before her vagina would open up and allow him to enter inside her, but when it did, both of them moaned out with pleasure.
They embraced each other as Jules kept slowly going, inch by inch, carefully penetrating as Leila got used to his size, feeling so good, moaning and gasping in pleasure, for the next several minutes before he found her G-spot, causing her to cry out in pleasure, "Oh, yes, right there, Jules...".
Jules kissed her passionately all over her face, whispering, "You are my soulmate too, Leila Sienna Russo.", slowly starting to move back and forward, thrusting slowly into her G-spot, with her gasping and crying out in pleasure, feeling his penis thicken up into full mast.
Leila was in bliss and rushes of pleasure shot through her for several more minutes and she then felt the edge slowly coming, and she pleaded, "Jules...Please, faster.", and Jules replied, "Yes, my love...", as he embraced her deeper and closer, increasing the pace of his thrusts, feeling so tight within her.
It had been quite some time for the both of them to reach this sort of moment, but in many ways, it was worth it as they held each other tightly as they panted and moaned while sharing kisses with one another.
Their sounds of lovemaking increased as they got closer and closer to blissful completion, and after 10 minutes, they loudly cried out, "Leila, Jules!", as they came, with Leila squeezing Jules as he filled her up in her womb, the biggest orgasms they ever had in a long time.
They collapsed into the sheets, panting deeply and heavily as they held each other, with Jules still blowing inside her, and Leila resting on his chest, recovering from their high.
Leila looked up at Jules, "Thank you, my love...That was incredibly wonderful...I admit I was a bit wrong earlier as you truly made it so perfect...", smiling blissfully and contentedly.
Jules smiled warmly and happily, brushing his hand through her hair, "I'm glad...I agree, that was incredibly wonderful...I love you, Leila.", and Leila leaned up slightly to kiss him on the chin, caressing his sideburns as he finished, pulling out of her.
They cuddled for a bit, relaxing as they held each other, fingering their rings as they intertwined their hands, and Leila whispered, "You think I might have a new life beginning inside me right now?".
Jules whispered softly, "I hope so...But we can always try again.", with a smile, and Leila smiled mischievously, "Is that an invitation, Mr. Russo?", looking at him lovingly.
"I don't know...What do you think?", Jules teased her with a mischievous grin, and Leila chuckled, "Then just to be sure for tonight, I wouldn't mind going for a second time, that is, if you're eager to be Italian this time, and I can be French this time.", with a raised eyebrow.
Jules kissed her passionately, wrapping his arm around his wife, and after a long minute of the passionate kiss, Leila giggled, smiling, "I'll take that as a yes.", and so, the couple went on for their second round of lovemaking with foreplay again, before they fell asleep in exhaustion and bliss, smiles on their faces as they dreamed together in each other's arms.
Meanwhile, shortly after the couple went upstairs, Ray was in the kitchen, washing and drying the few dishes from dinner tonight, humming a song he used to make up back in the day, in Louisiana, distracted not to notice the arrival of a special friend before her voice spoke, "That's quite the vocals there, Ray.".
He turned to see Evangeline standing not too far away from him as his eyes looked down as she chuckled. "Please don't bow down or anything like that, Ray... you don't need to act like you are in the unworthy presence of a goddess.", she assured him.
Ray looked up at her, exhaling, "I would never thank you enough for guiding me to the light, saving Ma- Jules' daughter and gave Leila the opportunity to be with her true love.", and Evangeline smiled, "Nonsense...You always had the light in your soul, you just needed a nudge, that's all. Those masters and mistresses never saw it in you, but your son, and this family does, and so do I.".
Ray blushed, never feeling appreciated like this before, and Evangeline chuckled softly as Ray put up the last dry dish in the cabinet, and he then spoke softly, "They knew your name before I did...I'm not mad, but why didn't you say your name in the first place when we met?".
Evangeline blushed brightly for the first time, and she shyly held her wand, and replied, "May we walk outside? Don't worry, this chateau is far off from any other people in this kingdom...And the newlyweds will be fine.", with a hum.
Ray indeed didn't hear anything, though he can feel the atmosphere changing slightly in the chateau, and he nodded softly, grabbing his jacket and headed outside, asking in concern, "Are you alright with the slight chill tonight?".
"A side effect, unfortunately...We may look like humans, and have emotions like them, but we don't feel changes in the weather, as our magic protects us like a body shield.", Evangeline replied with a nod.
"So...", Ray said as she walked past him as they headed outside. "You... I may not know much; being enslaved prevented any sort of real education... why Tremaine always called me a 'dumb brute'...". Evangeline was smiling though making sure that Ray didn't see her face at that moment... she had her own plans about that but was waiting until later in the conversation. "But you're saying there are others like you? We, us, that's certainly more than just you.".
Evangeline nodded, "Yes...We do have the longevity of goddesses, but we can still die...There are other fairies, enchantresses, and since we have emotions, we have good and evil. I have been around for centuries ever since my mother created me...She is a fairy godmother, and she helps people who are down on bad times, to the point they almost lose belief in their dreams, and she doesn't grant wishes directly like I do, but she still guides by being creative to make the wishes come true.".
"Wow...That must be incredible...Wait, created? So, you weren't exactly born?", Ray asked, and Evangeline replied, "Not exactly born, no, but the newborn energy of the Evening Star, along with my mother, created me. And I am honored to watch over Earth, but I must admit that with the recent aid with helping the boys and women who was changed by the Coachman, I'm feeling tired.".
Ray looked at her in concern, "Was it that bad?", and Evangeline sighed, "I have created safe houses for the boys who are orphans while they catch up on gaining their feet and such, and there are many of the women who are rejected by their families when they choose to stay as women, it's...The Coachman truly had sold mostly all over the world including the Americas.", with a frown.
"Not too different from my people then...", Ray sighed as she nodded. "The Coachman never really discriminated; any child would do for him, but the more troublesome and isolated, the better.", she told him. "The others you mentioned... have they not been helping with this?", he asked.
Evangeline sighed, "My mother has been helping, but it has been my responsibility to oversee everything as technically, Perla was one of the wishes I did, and she, along with the others have permanently stopped the Coachman, destroying Pleasure Island. For us fairies, we sometimes have future visions, but as we feel emotions, we make mistakes...I envisioned having a friendship with a pre-teen boy, and when I met him, he was eager, loving the magic...", with a small bittersweet smile.
"He wanted to be my apprentice...I was excited and relieved...we had a year of training together, and he was learning well, and then war came...His father was sent away, and since he wasn't old enough to go with him, he pleaded for me to watch out for his father...But it was daylight when his father was killed a couple of years later almost as the same time that he was then old enough to go fight in the war. There was a couple of information crossed over, and he thought that his father was only injured, but strong to head back home. He fought in the war until it ended, and then he came home, to find that his mother fell ill, telling him that his father was killed in the war, not injured, and his mother died a day later...", Evangeline continued on.
"That night, I tried to tell him that I was stuck to do anything in the daylight with my magic as I was more powerful at night, and he was angry, grieving, and he lashed out at me with not white magic that I was teaching, but dark magic. I was appalled and shocked, and I knew I had to remove the only thing he had left...I took his dark magic away as he fought, and before I realized it, he had teleported with a tiny bit of dark magic, and I couldn't find him anywhere...Then I saw him years later, but he became so much stronger and more hidden, and I saw his horrible work as he sold them out to the world...", a tear escaping down her cheek as Evangeline finished.
Ray was hesitant to ask as he had a feeling that he knew who she was talking about. "It... he wasn't the Coachman, was he?", Ray asked as she nodded her head.
Ray exhaled, "Jesus Christ...I'm truly sorry, Evangeline...", and Evangeline gave a small grateful smile, "I should consider it thankful that Perla and the others stopped him in time before the numbers became too great as sooner or later, many kingdoms and towns would have gathered information about the runaways and missing orphans, and the added population of donkeys and women, but I had the strangest feeling that he would have moved Pleasure Island to Africa or the Americas if Europe was getting too suspicious...".
Evangeline took a deep breath, "But in the end... I'm still burdened by the guilt that all of this in a way was my fault... if I never met him... none of this would've happened.".
"Yeah... none of it...", Ray said. "Which means Ella could be dead right now... Tremaine married Jules... it's quite a list when you think about it...".
Evangeline exhaled deeply, smiling, "You're even smarter than you think...Tremaine was wrong, Ray. You're not dumb, and you could be surprised that you can think better than those bigoted people.".
Ray then replied, "You shouldn't be guilty...I mean, look at what you've been doing! You are helping those boys and women with safehouses where they could feel human again, appreciating the little things in the world again, and they are able to have their happily ever afters with some hard work on their own.", with a determined nod.
She blushed, and Ray thought she looked even more beautiful when she blushes, and then exhaled, shaking his head, knowing that a beautiful white woman is forbidden to be with a black like him, "Anyway, back to my original question...How come you hadn't a name until you called yourself Evangeline? I mean, you've been around for centuries, until Perla brought it up, and you were used to being the Blue Fairy, and you didn't say your name when we met until I gave you that name.", a bit of jealous curiosity in his gut as he realized that Evangeline would be practically married, or even courted by suitors over the years.
Sure, he hadn't seen a ring on her hand, but maybe fairies have a different tradition of marriage, maybe by their magic or something...
Evangeline took a deep breath, "Well, Ray... for starters... remember before when I mentioned future visions?". It took a few moments before it suddenly clicked to him.
"Wait... I gave you your name... even before we met?", Ray spoke in shock. Evangeline nodded softly with a small smile, "That's right. And you know what, I love it...even Mother approved.".
Ray gave a light chuckle, "Wow... I... never really thought that sort of thing could happen...". He rubbed the back of his neck as she smiled.
"No, no way a normal mortal such as yourself could've truly ever guessed that was possible... but my name is thanks to you.", Evangeline gave him a nod.
Ray exhaled, amazed that Evangeline technically saw him in a vision giving her name to her...Wait, she saw him in the vision...Then all those nights he felt lonely or showing his son Naveen the stars, the Evening Star was brighter than any other star...
He knew he was unrecognizable when he was a kid or even pre-teen, but he had grown into his mature looks when he got into his late teens, so...then...he whispered, "You watched over Rosa and Naveen while I was on the other plantation...".
Evangeline nodded, "I indeed did...I knew you were forbidden to be there during the birth if it was on her plantation, so I slightly gave your son a nudge the right way to be born on Sunday when you two were on the side of the church, in that makeshift building for a black church when he was very much ready.", with a smile.
Ray widened his eyes in shock as she did that for them...Rosa may had been his friend, but she wanted him to meet their baby somehow, even praying that she might give birth somewhere while they were allowed to have their Sundays together, but she certainly didn't expect that it would happen right in their church.
Unlike several whites, and some tribes in Africa, he witnessed the birth of his beautiful son, and held him almost immediately, falling in love, and Rosa suggested their son's name, and it was perfect...it was so perfect until reality set in, and they had to part away at the end of that first day...
Ray nodded as he smiled and teared up, "Thank you... I...", starting to speak in stunned amazement. "You don't owe me anything, Ray.", Evangeline assured him. "I...".
She held her tongue for a bit. Now was not the right time... not yet. "I'm more than happy to truly help those that I wish to help... that need it... in some ways, the whole family that helped be formed around what I did for Perla in the first place... has grown really close to me...".
"Almost like family to you?", Ray smiled. Evangeline chuckled, nodding, "Exactly. I don't feel alone, and their loved ones in the heavens are happy for them... including your Mama Odie and Rosa.".
She knew that Rosa died from dehydration and sun exposure in the fields, right under the sun, and it was so fortunate that Naveen was barely weaned off her milk, having been with an elderly woman who was crippled, otherwise it would have been bad for him, and Rosa was so relieved to see her son safe in Ray's arms every day since yet growing horrified for them both as time passed.
Why, Rosa hugged her out of joy and much gratitude when she saw that the duo was freed thanks to Leila and the others.
Ray exhaled, choking slightly, "W-what happened to Mama Odie?", and Evangeline sighed deeply, "After you were sold the first time to your next plantation where you met Rosa, she was heartbroken, yet she moved on with a heavy heart, toiling in the fields until she got crippled, and then changed into a house slave...Your old master thought she got his son sick when he actually got her sick, and he...he put her in the isolation shed...when she came out, she was fevered, and the community tried to help the best they could, but she died, thinking about you.".
Ray took a deep breath as he nodded. Tears didn't come to him; he shed those some time ago when he thought of her and thought she was more than likely gone. But now with a confirmation... it pained his heart, but he was able to keep the tears back for the time being, "I hate that she had to go that way rather than maybe something more peaceful... like going to bed one night and just never waking up.".
Evangeline replied with a small sad smile, "Mama Odie said the same thing, but she was glad that she kept her stubbornness as you couldn't keep her still for a minute. She hated being sick and unable to get out of bed, you remember?".
Ray blinked his tears, smiling..."I remember...she was moving all over the place...she kept smiling for me. Is she well up there?". Evangeline nodded, "She is, and she is practically flying all over the heavens...Why, she adopted Rosa as a daughter as you were her only child, and she was sad that she wasn't there personally to meet Naveen, but she is happy to watch over you and her grandson now.", not even mentioning her sly remarks to Evangeline that Ray is a handsome hunk of a man when she found out the connection between them.
