"It hurts," he told her, watching as Melia assumed the position she had before. He had his hands on his waist, playing with the corners of his boxers again."But, I haven't even touched you, Jahjah..." "It's just that... You don't have to touch me for me to crave you, Melia. Just by looking at me, you make me burn. You're the only one who can do that to me, no one else," he squirmed, trying to get her to touch him already. "I... I want you to take me and... make me feel, please," he finally said, looking Melia in the eyes. He knew his mother could arrive in less than the mentioned minutes, and he wanted Melia to make him moan and climax before that happened. "It will be my pleasure," she said in a husky tone before proceeding.Elijah propped himself up on his elbows to watch as she kissed his stomach and moved down to his pelvis. She lowered his boxers to his feet and kissed his legs, moving closer to his manhood. He was desperate because he could see his arousal craving attention.
As the morning passed, Pelinieve, with a displeased expression on his face, made his way to the church. He was seriously considering lying to his mother, saying that the father no longer needed him, but knowing her as he did, she would go and ask if it was true, and that would be a punishment for him. He sighed before stepping inside the church.There were few people sitting in the pews, their hands clasped together and their eyes closed in prayer. The dim white lights, along with the bright white covering the church floor, provided the perfect contrast to the illustrations on the ceiling. He greeted the other assistants who were there as he walked towards the church altar. There stood Father Joshua, who, upon seeing Pelinieve, stopped what he was doing and extended his arms to embrace him.Elijah simply patted his back."You've grown so much," Joshua said. "I can barely remember when you used to chase after me to get some candles." He laughed briefly. "How have you been?"Now that I'
This was pathetic and everything that followed that word.His mother, when she set her mind to it, could be worse than his father when it came to dressing up for church.Long-sleeved white shirt, white jeans, white shoes... all that was missing was for her to ask him to dye his hair the same color to match the paper, although, well, he already had it that way.He looked at his siblings and could tell they were preferring to die; he chuckled briefly. His mother was wearing a lovely, tight white dress, and his father was in a white suit as well.Anyone would think they were going to a wedding and the ones getting married were their parents, or worse, their siblings or him."If God exists, He's surely laughing at us," Sam said, causing laughter among his siblings and a furrowed brow from his parents.They were already on their way to the church, the car parked a few meters away; they got out and noticed the other people dressed in white as well, this commemoration seemed more like a wedd
The sky was painted with a beautiful orange hue, accompanied by fluffy white clouds with hints of light blue. The sun was hiding behind the tall green mountains, its rays scarce. Night was approaching.The church bell chimed for a couple of minutes until it stopped. The people inside the church were attentive to the words of the priest and each of his prayers."The night is approaching, the stars will come out, shining in that wonderful way in which our Lord shines in each one of us," the father said through the microphone, descending the small dim wooden stairs to the center where the pews were on each side. "Everything shines like a ray of light, like every worthy being on earth. We are the greatest brightness created by our Lord, God.""Ave... María..." Sam whispered, singing with a noticeable mocking tone that made Robert and the snow-haired one laugh. He imitated trumpet sounds.The three of them laughed until their father scolded them."This is boring," Sam said, sitting on the
The lines that were being drawn slowly descended throughout the image. Those lines left perforations as they descended, like the line that appears when something in ceramic begins to crack.Indeed, the crucified image of Jesus was breaking. But even more so, his face turned dark, and his eyes, those closed eyes, ceased to be closed. He looked straight ahead, his eyes open without blinking. His head went from being tilted down to being upright. The blood around his face began to drip onto the floor.That gaze, that dark gaze, completely dark. And a sinister smile formed on his lips.Everyone looked at it in fear; this was something that had never happened before.The head of the image began to move frantically until it exploded.Most people, on their knees, screamed.The eagle flew overhead in circles, without stopping, until it reached the front of the church. The priest was on the ground, not knowing what to do.The eagle perched above the altar, folding its wings. A deep breath fol
Midnight was present. The cold breeze rustled some yellowing fallen leaves at the base of the lush trees. And the sharp sounds of insects were equally present.Large white clouds covered the dim moon. The few stars that provided brightness surrounded it in contrast to the dark sky.Through the window of the room, the dull glow of the moon entered without asking for permission. It was the only light in the room, along with the lamp on the bedside table next to the sofa near the arched window.He sat at the foot of the bed. His hands were clasped between his legs, his head lowered, and his gaze lost, much like someone lost in the depths of a forest.Tears fell one after another down his white cheeks, passing through his chin until they landed in the center of his hands.His breathing was slow, his heart shattered.Could it get any worse?His brow furrowed as he heard a faint female voice descending from below. Her high-heeled shoes made a sound as she climbed the next step.And before s
"I promise you...With arms extended on the back of the sofa, her brown gaze fixed on the fire that didn't fade from the fireplace.That fire, that burning fire of the fireplace brought back memories.The height of its blaze.Its colors.That icy blue combined with red, it was so identical to that fire.To the fire of hell itself.To the hell that hasn't entered in a long time, knows nothing. It has no idea what will happen down there.Or maybe it does.A celebration reveling in the woman he calls a wretch, celebrating the act she committed.Stupid whose idiotic image for doing evil is a graceless eagle.She took a deep breath and exhaled, closing her eyes until opening them minutes later.Getting angry now would serve no purpose.There's no alcohol to calm down now, and she doesn't have the idiot Skalliet in front of her to confront.Anger for now, a waste of time."Go back to the room.""I don't want to," she said, stepping down the last step of the stairs. "I can't sleep," she mutt
Apart from his breathing, she felt a chest rising and falling slowly. His head was resting to the side, his cat-like eyes still closed, and his white hair taking up a large portion of his snowy face. His arms were around her waist, embracing her.He was lying on top of her. His legs slightly open around the waist of the snow-haired girl, his fingers caressing her back over her shirt. Elijah stretched a bit until his head found a spot in the hollow of Melia's neck.His breath collided with hers.Melia looked at the clock above the window; it was four in the morning.Everything seemed to be moving slowly, especially when sleep didn't take hold of her.It never does, not anymore."Grumpy..." the snow-haired boy spoke drowsily."Yes?""Is it just me, or do I weigh too much for you?"Upon the question, Melia smiled sideways."For me, you're like a thin leaf without any vitamins," she replied, and the snow-haired boy tapped his right leg, pretending it hurt. "It's true," she laughed briefly