Frustrated at her luck, and not knowing what to do, Belladonna took out her anger on Eli, as she banged her fists against his chest and blamed him for everything that had ever gone wrong in her life. It was an illogical thing to do, but being logical was the farthest thing from what she was right now. He let her hit him, begging her to forgive him at intervals as he held loosely onto her wrists. "Forgive me. Please, forgive me. Forgive me."Her frustration reduced from an angry outburst, to a sad, frustrated declaration made in tears."Why won't you ever fight me back? You make this so hard." She snatched her hands from him, and turned her face away to cry. He wanted to comfort her but thought better of it and attended to something else instead, as he got busy trying to create more space for them, by stacking the sacks of food on one another effortlessly. Finally, there was enough room for both of them to sit on the floor, while Belladonna had her back turned to him. She might be
Absolutely starved, and passionately feral, his lips ravished hers. Forgetting that he had his gloves on, his hands went on a desperate and crazy quest up and down her dress to find an opening, so he could touch her warm skin that this silly fabric kept from him. He wanted to lose himself in the moment more than he already had.Was there even any more to lose?By Ignas, he wanted to lose himself in her! Buried in her. Deep. Lost in that wet warmth. The memories made him ache. He was going insane!Mad. Against his restraint was raw lust, the strings of which he was losing, every moment that his tongue dominated hers and tasted those lips of hers that he had been deprived of for way too long.The rain raged on outside, while the small storage room was filled with lustful emotions that tussled against each other relentlessly.Bouncing off the walls and straining against them. Thunder clapped and she jolted, pulling sharply away from him. She didn't get too far, his hand was pullin
Belladonna woke up to two things. The blinding sunlight and scroll that was hung up on the wall, for the painting on it to dry. Despite her headache, and her initial ignorance of her surroundings, the painting held her curiosity and as her eyelids slid shut, she opened them again to observe the painting even more. It was a woman, in an oversized shirt, sleeping on a mat, and a lantern on the floor - a short distance from her. It was so detailed but strange because she didn't remember painting anything last night. She couldn't even paint!Wait.Waittttt...Was that... her?!She quickly looked down at herself, confirming that was indeed her.This was the room assigned to Eli.She had never been in it before, but she didn't have to. Everything in here, especially that painting, told her all she needed to know. "By Ignas, no, no, no, no, no!"She muttered beneath her breath, as she rushed up to her feet. It was an action she had done way too quickly, her head seemed to sway on her n
Belladonna had avoided Eli for as long as she could, until that afternoon in the sheds. He had stepped in some minutes after she had. Disoriented by the shock of seeing him, and trying to find a way to escape any conversation that might develop as a result, she had asked, "You are here for some tools? I will stay out of your way, just--"He blocked her path easily."I am here for you.""Oh," she picked at the short sleeves of her brown ankle-length gown, futilely searching imperfections where there was none."I have been looking for you since we returned from the hunt." He already had his bath but she could still catch that slight whiff of the forest smell on him. His brown shirt was stained with charcoal, with the sleeves rolled up. His pair of black trousers concealed the charcoal stains. The string of the woven straw hat was across the base of his neck, along with... her necklace."I wanted to give you this, just in case you are battling with a headache." The bottle looked like th
For everything that begins must end. This was the last night of the Trade Feast and a winner must be declared. Everyone was gathered at the Village Square with their kills from the morning hunt mounted unto one another, right in front of each family. The torches provided light for the arena, ensuring that the cloak of darkness that was decorated by the stars above, wouldn't act as an obstacle to their celebration.The success at different stages were being calculated, as each judge went around with a small slate and chalk in their hands, recording whatever it was they needed to. Belladonna could see Jazliy from where she was standing next to GrandPapi, but she ignored her gaze knowingly while battling a smile. Eli was in front of Sazey's family along with the representative. Belladonna could see his back from here and the little smirk he sent her way when he turned and caught her watching, only reminded her that she couldn't run forever. She might have escaped this afternoon but man
Alaris has been very busy lately. There was no spell that he knew and hadn't tried yet in order to create his portal, no required hearts he hadn't sacrificed, no blood he hadn't given, even his was in the mix. Everything he had known, he had tried but none of it was working.It was getting really frustrating. Time was very crucial to his plan and the more he was delayed in this Human Realm, the more the possibility of him ever attaining his aim, wandered to absolute futility and impossibility.That wasn't the only thing frustrating him, however. The thought of the kiss wandered to his mind constantly and despite how annoying it was, it lingered for too long in the trains of his thought. It bothered him.Even right now, the thought ambushed him. "Fuck." He groaned, displeased at how everything wasn't working successfully for him at the moment.Angry, he gave up; Only for now though. Feeling a need to fan his ego, he went to Eli's study so he could once again see the painting of h
The scythe never made it down to Kestra to cause any damage. A quick succession of blades flew straight for Death and with a swift movement, his scythe cut them in half. But the trouble had only just begun. The ground trembled, the red sky above and the boat floating on the river threatened to overturn.Chaos unleashed.An attack!"Give me back my daughter, Mokros!" The voice of an angry and deadly woman thundered around them. That must be The Mother. With a new and more powerful opponent against him, Kestra stood there, her existence a totally forgotten one to Death. In a flash, he grew mightier than he was before, darkness growing with him as he towered over her, more than any being she had ever seen. "WHO DARES TO CHALLENGE ME?!" A deafening voice from the abyss of his hood shook the ground and sky even greater than the first challenging voice, that none on their feet stood still.The boat on the river rocked to the sudden storm that ceased the calm waters. Kestra searched
"How was your journey? I hope the road favoured you. What would you like to eat? Drink? Should I prepare you a fresh bath? Oh, dear sister, tell me of your distress and what you need for ease. Tell me everything!"Aniya was too happy to see her, at least that was what it had looked like --sounded like. She wouldn't take her veil off no matter what, and that confirmed Belladonna's suspicion that the fire had left her little sister scarred. Aniya's beauty was something she had always treasured, losing it must be painful. Belladonna couldn't bring herself to imagine the pain and strain it must have caused her both physically and mentally. There was no way Aniya would be so welcoming towards her with everything that had happened to her, this had to be a front!"You should come home to rest tonight. I have prepared you a place to sleep. Where are your sacks? Let me help you." Aniya said, looking around the room in search of the sacks, while she quickly said words of greeting to Zesika