(Nunnehi- immortal people)
I feel a happiness I haven't felt since I was a child. She is beaming up at me with the broadest smile; it's adorable.
"Gabriel, I'm eager to be back on my feet. I am dancing around once I'm up and about. I plan to have my father host a grand ball, where you'll witness me all spruced up, donning my finest ball gowns and pearls passed down from my great-great-grandmother. Picture this: I'll spot you from across the room, head your way, but inevitably trip on my dress, leading to a tumble and a ripped hem. And, to add to the chaos, my hair will mysteriously escape its updo and turn into a messy poof."
As she bursts into laughter, I playfully conclude her story,
"And just when you think the worst is over, someone carrying a boysenberry pie will stroll by and haphazardly trip the pie will go flying across the room, landing it on your chest. The room will gasp in horror as I pick you up, fix your hair, and commence licking the pie off your chest."
Giggling, she swats my arm.
"My apologies, Miss Anastasia, I would never do that... I'd keep you on the floor so I don't lose any pie."
Her smile is infectious, and I want to cherish moments like this forever.
Amidst the laughter, Gabriel shifts to a more serious tone, saying,
"I'll wait a few days, but would you be okay with me seeking your father's permission to court you? Ana, I meant every word. I'm in love with you, but I need to be honest. I'm not pure in God's eyes."
She's staring at me, perplexed about exactly what I mean
"I am not a virgin. I've slept with a few women, and you deserve to know I'm not pure in God's eyes."
I look at him, and it dawns on me he still has a lot to learn about my family.
"Gabriel, my father and I aren't religious. We're more spiritual, influenced by May and the Navajo people. We're not Christian. My beliefs revolve around kindness to animals, the earth, and its people. Giving to those in need and embracing life to the fullest."
He smiles, visibly relieved, and asks about my thoughts on the afterlife."
"What are your thoughts on where we go or what happens once we die?"
"I don't know exactly. May believes our spirits move to the sky with our ancestors. Personally, I think our souls might go somewhere after death, but I'm uncertain. My father believes in a cycle where our souls move to a new human. I hope this revelation doesn't change your perception of us."
"Quite the opposite, my love. Your words bring me peace because I'm not a religious man."
Running my fingers through his hair, I marvel at its beauty, the deep black resembling a raven's feather with subtle hints of blue when touched by sunlight streaming through the window. Lost in a daydream, my cheeks flush with a blush.
"I could stare at you all day. You're like one of the Greek statues brought to life, flawlessly perfect. But getting back to what we were talking about, I say this, as my cheeks are still losing the evidence of my embarrassment: Christian values are not a concern for us."
It's hard for me to get the next part out, even though I should be over any embarrassment. Gabriel has this effect on me. I found myself blushing and giggling more since I met him in my entire life.
"I'd be thrilled if you asked my father's permission to court me – more than you can fathom. He highly regards you for saving his daughter; Gabriel, my father believes the sun rises and sets with you."
He smiles, leans in, and softly kisses me.
Gabriel points to the window, where the first rays of sunlight emerge. In the magic of our connection, we've somehow made an entire night disappear.
He turns, and we're looking at each other, and we begin to laugh.
"Ana, I believe you're a bad influence on me; this is becoming a habit."
I look at her for a few moments and I lean in to give her one last passionate kiss before her father's arrival.
"I love you Ana allow me one last embrace and kiss before you leave me."
I feel Gabriel wrap his strong muscular arms around my waist leaning in he looks directly into my eyes and whispers
"Cum am reușit vreodată să am norocul să te găsesc? Demonii nu merită compania îngerilor?"
His lips found mine, and began to kiss mine softly. At that moment, the world narrowed to the sensation of our lips meeting in a passionate rhythm. Time seemed to pause, allowing the kiss to be its entity – a blend of desire and vulnerability.
I hear the approaching sound of Ana's father's carriage from about three miles away. I know I must swiftly change into fresh clothes; her father will be arriving soon. I'm certain he wouldn't appreciate seeing me in yesterday's clothes, all wrinkled and disheveled. As slip on my shoes, a booming knock resonates on the office door. Recognizing the sound, I'm certain it's Mr. TallTree. I run downstairs, swing the door open, and am met by this towering figure with shoulders as broad as a sequoia. After a brief gaze, he nods in acknowledgment. It strikes me that I haven't seen him since my conversation with May. Welcoming them inside, he clasps my hand and begins..."
"Thank you, Dr. Smith, for caring for Ana it will be good to have her back home."
I felt a sense of relief when John TallTree shook my hand without attempting to break it. Briefly, I had concerns that he might be upset due to the conversation May and I had during our last discussion. Next Ana's father hurriedly rushed through the door as he entered handed me an envelope, shook my hand, and expressed gratitude for everything. I reassured him that I would visit daily to check on her healing progress and bring medications. This brought a smile to his face, and he, along with Mr. TallTree, walked to the back where Ana awaited.
Soon after, May enters, and I can hear her voice in my head. I think she's starting to grow on me.
"I'm not a fungus Boy. So...It is love, and our Ana feels the same."
I'm honored she included me with "our Ana," creating a profound connection with this amazing woman.
"I am very amazing, huh?"
She smiles at me, then adds,
"Ana has her cycle next week for about three days, and I am not sure how that will affect you. I know that your kind, the Nunnehi, can have trouble with blood."
I express gratitude for her concern and reassure her that I will be fine.
"You have many worries about many things, don't you, boy? Come see me tomorrow after you see Ana,"
I assure her that I will gladly come by tomorrow, gazing in wonder at the small, magical woman. Amid Ana's laughter, she is carried out in massive arms like a baby, the mountainous man gently guarding her leg as they move through the doorway. I follow them outside, handing Ana a tin and telling her it contains medicine if she needs it after the trip. We share a brief, intense moment, and I resist the urge to kiss her. She waves at me as they head off.
I stayed awake all night thinking about her, replaying every moment of last night and pleasuring myself, thinking about her sweetness as I devoured her. I had just finished cleaning up when there was yelling outside; I focused in to hear someone had gone into early labor and wasn't doing well. I grabbed my coat and medical bag and sprinted to the sounds. I knew Mrs. Baker would soon be having her baby, but this is worrisome she is about two weeks early. Her husband Roy ran right into me.
"Doc! Thank God, come quick! Lilly is having that baby now!"
As I approached the house, I hear yelling from inside the house, and when I walked in, I see Lilly on the floor in the main room, dressing gown up, legs open wide, and she was holding her knees. Lilly's mother turns and looks at me very worried and says,
"That baby is trying to rip her open."
she points, and I see the issue. I instantly bark orders,
"Lilly, do not push until I tell you to!"
I call for more candles or lanterns and instruct her mother to get rags and boil water. Her older baby, who's maybe three, is crying and scared. I send a wave of calm over the house, and the child instantly calms, as does everyone else in the house. With the area now lit up, I'm able to see things more clearly and focus without the commotion. I place my hand on the knee that is trying to come out. I push it back in as well as my hand; using my other hand, I manipulate her belly, working the baby into a head-down position. It takes some strength, but I finally feel the head pressing on her vagina.
"Okay, Lilly, you are doing wonderful; now push!"
It doesn't take, but five or six big pushes, and I am holding a tiny but healthy baby girl. I've assisted in delivering many babies throughout my extensive journey, and the miracle of birth never fails to fill me with awe, reinforcing my belief there is goodness still present in the world.
She is beautiful, and as I tie the cord, Lilly's mother ties the other end, and I ask the father if he would like to cut the cord. Soon, the baby is freed and turning her upside down, securing her chest, I give her back a few blows with my hand; she wails out a long and hearty cry, and everyone is crying happily. Lilly's mother tends to the baby, and I coach Lilly in delivering the placenta; she surprisingly had minimal bleeding. I wipe my hands and help clean her up, and then her mother brings me the baby to check over.
After a brief exam, I exclaim, "Well, Mr. and Mrs. Baker, say hello to your baby girl; she's absolutely perfect." Removing my stethoscope, which I still use to maintain my human façade, I carefully wrap the afterbirth and placenta in a canvas sack; making a mental note to take it as I leave. When Mr. Baker tries to hand me money, I decline and suggest using it to buy the baby a new blanket from me instead. Wishing them well, I assure them that I'll be back in a day or two to check on both the mother and the baby. Packing my things into my bag and picking up the canvas sack. I head back to my office with every intention of trying to sleep, but my thoughts instantly return to my Ana.
I'm being fussed over like it's my last day on earth.
"I am okay! Father, please sit down and chat with me instead of pacing and worrying."
He smiles and takes a seat next to my bed.
"Ana, I am so happy you are doing so well. I was so worried you wouldn't regain your ability to walk, not even with a crutch. That Dr. Smith is truly amazing; he looks so young to be so skilled."
My father breaks off his sentence and smiles at me.
"Anastasia Ruby May Grace Bauchman, you are red as a beet, child. Do you fancy the doctor?"
Oh no, it's too obvious I'm dying a thousand deaths right now, as he's saying,
"You do fancy him! Well, if you had to take to liking someone someday, and honestly, Dr. Smith is a great man."
Hearing my father say this brings me so much relief I take a breath I think I'd been holding.
"Oh, Father, he is a good man! These past few days have been filled with such joy and laughter; heartfelt conversations, and delightful moments. We even indulged in delicious fried pork chops. He makes a proper cup of tea. I shared tales of our adventurous escapades, Daddy, like the one with the monkey and the time we caught the wrong train. I even told him the story about how John was chased by that hive of bees. We shared such hearty laughs, so many times that I had tears from laughing so hard."
"In return, he told me extraordinary stories, such as witnessing a bank robbery in Delaware a few years back. Like you he has traveled to many places and has fabulous stories. It's as if our lives have intertwined seamlessly, revealing untold stories and creating a bond I never imagined. I always envisioned myself caring for my horses and traveling with you, but finding someone like him has been an unexpected joy. I never thought I could connect with someone so quickly."
My dad smiles at me and says,
"How does he feel about globe-trotting? I can't have you paired up with someone deeply rooted in local soil. We need someone full of adventure. Have you told him that we were looking for a Wanderlust companion? Have you discussed our plans to travel around the world?"
I laugh and hug my father.
"That's just it, Daddy, he loves to travel and wants to see China just like us!"
My father hugs me tight.
"You haven't called me daddy since you were a wee little sprout."
His Irish brogue is well-defined, and before he can utter another word, my doors swing wide open, revealing Dove. She's in the doorframe with her mouth gaping wide open in astonishment.
"Anastasia Ruby May Grace Bauchman, there is a beautiful, gorgeous, absolutely perfect man here to see you, and he has FLOWERS!"
She squeals, darts toward me, seizes my hands, and then shifts to a more serious demeanor, casting a glare in my direction, feigning anger. She declares,
"Ana, you have so much explaining to do!"
My father says, "I'll let you two ladies, gossip, and I will go fetch Dr. Smith."
"Dove, how do I look? Is my hair a mess?"
She grabs my hairbrush and runs it through until she says,
"Perfect!" She fixes my dressing gown, pulling it down to expose my shoulder. "Got to give him a little skin, Ana!"
I pull it back up and whisper, I already have, and Dove screams,
"Anastasia!"
The door opens, and my father brings Gabriel into my room. He's absolutely perfect. I'm still in awe of how someone like him could want someone like me. He is wearing a handsome dark blue pair of dress pants with suspenders, a white shirt , and an accompanying vest. I noticed he does not have a tie on, and his first button is unbuttoned on his shirt , and I'm melting already. His wavy black hair is pulled back and tied. He smells fantastic, and I realize my father and Dove are watching us, watch each other each other. To avoid any more unnecessary attention, my father quickly say
"Hello, Gabriel, it's so very nice to see you again."
He smiles at me, and I noticed that something unusual, some sort of different look in his eyes
Walking into the room, Ana is the first and only thing I see; she's on such a big bed, sitting propped up with multiple pillows and a blanket over her lap. She looks like a porcelain doll, so fragile yet still so stunningly beautiful. Her beautiful red hair flows over her shoulders, her cheeks are rosy pink, her lips are full, and her eyes are that mesmerizing shade of green, and I am thrilled to see that they are locked with mine. At this moment, I'm so glad that she cannot read my thoughts as May can because they are full of lust. I envision her naked on the sheets with my face between her legs. I am so consumed. She's all I want, and I want all of her. I want to be inside her; I never wanna be without her.
I'm rarely unable to express words that I'm feeling, which leaves me totally and utterly speechless. I take a deep breath, and I try to refocus my thoughts to recognize there are other people in this room.
"It's good to see you too, Ana; you look well. I brought you some flowers for you to brighten your room."
Dove quickly grabs the flowers, and my dad's arms pulling him out the door says,
"We will go put these in water right away ."
As they leave the room, I hear Dove loudly proclaim
"Oh, Papa B! Did you see that? Did you see Ana? She's entirely in love. And the way he was looking at her. I'm confident he feels the exact same.
I smile; Papa B is the name she gave my father when we were small little girls. My father loves her like a daughter, and she sees him like a father figure, so it's very fitting
The door closes, and I instantly move to Ana's bedside. I pick up her delicate hand and gently kiss it. She pulls me closer and pats the bed next to her, and she need not say more. I'm pulling her against me. I wrap my arm around her. I brush her long, silky hair out of my path, and I begin kissing her neck. Working my way to her mouth, my tongue yearned to be reunited with hers I kiss her until I'm afraid if I kiss her any longer, I might leave her breathless. A small moan escapes her; I move to her neck again, kissing her, soaking in every bit of her that I can.
"I missed you, I missed you so much."
As I kiss her, my mind begins to wander again, and I try to avoid the road that my mind is trying to lead me. I can't help with a deep, primal urge. The things I want to do to her right now couldn't be done with someone who's still a virgin. Someone as innocent and pure as my Ana, I know I must put these thoughts aside... for now. I gaze into her eyes, sensing she feels a bit of my darkness. And she resorts to talking to fill the empty space
"How much did you miss me?"
"I stop and look her in the eyes and say, are you sure you really want to know?"
I feel deceptively malicious right now, knowing that I am walking her right into this trap. She simply nods her head yes and innocently looks at me, waiting for me to answer her. But I grab her and say
"So you want to know how much I missed you my love? This much,"
I place her small hand on my hard throbbing cock. She gasps, and I forget her inexperience and how new everything still is to her. Putting my lips against her ear and whisper
"I pleasured myself thinking of you last night, thinking about your hips pushing against my face. Hearing the small moans and whimpers, and most of all, the taste of your sweetness on my tongue as I brought you to your peak and even though you hung on tightly, I pushed you over the edge, enjoying every second I did it. At that, I reach down between her legs, and I'm satisfied with the wetness I feel, and I am desperate to be inside her. I groan with utter frustration
"Gabriel, what's wrong?"
I hate to lie, but I can't tell here these devious thoughts in my mind. I tell her I'm just wondering about the shortest courtship in history. She giggles and tells me the news about her talk with her father. I'm pleased by her information, and this helps focus some of my energy away from the beast between my legs, but my fingers are still between hers.
I'm amused as she wiggles and tries to maintain her composure, but she's at my mercy right now, and I'm too enthralled with her to stop right now. I keep my finger rubbing her clit. I pull her body flush against mine with my lips against her ear. I begin to whisper
"You are so warm and wet for me, Anastasia;
Iubesc să devorez fiecare parte a ta."
The Romanian escapes my lips, and this excites her. She pushes against me; she's almost panting now, squirming in anguish,
"Du gehörst mir."
She is feeling herself closer and closer, only to have me pull back and tease her more.
Gémit pour moi, Ana. I'm a bit surprised when she moans loudly.
"Oh ma coquine, tu parles français."
"S'il te plaît, Gabriel, s'il te plaît, je ne peux plus supporter. S'il te plaît !"
"Very well, my love, cum for me, yes Ana, that's beautiful music to my ears."
Her whole body begins to shake, and she's biting her lip too hard and then gives me everything, her body convulsing in pleasure against mine with my fingers on her clit she cums hard... too hard. She bites her lip, and the tiniest bit of blood pools at the surface of her lip. Growling, I take her bottom lip in my mouth and suck till I can't taste her blood any longer.
Everything that's happened so far with Gabriel has been pure joy and pleasure. The way words roll off his tongue sends fire roaring through my veins. This was different than the other times we'd been intimate. Not bad; oh God, not bad at all, just a side of him I haven't seen a darker side, but delightfully wicked.
I gently cup her beautiful face, kissing her all over and ending with her lips softly and whisper,
"I am truly in love with you, Ana, but you bring out the animal in me. Did you enjoy that, my love? Was it too much?
"Gabriel, it was umm... I don't know of just one word that fits how truly good it felt. Oh, I got it!
She's smiling guiltily at me before she speaks.
"C'était tellement bon que tu es la seule chose à laquelle je peux penser qui pourrait être encore meilleure."
"Ana, my daring little minx, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to make me turn from just an animal into a beast.