Striker of The Gods

Zeraphina’s words hung in the warm bedroom air like a gauntlet thrown at the feet of a god who had grown bored of altars that could shake the foundations of a hades. In that way, she would feel the greatness of what life could be. At least, this could be better for the two of them. The thing is, nothing could ever extinguish this between these two. Her body hovered above his, silk robe fully parted now, the fabric pooling uselessly around her hips like surrendered banners.

Bronze skin glowed under the low lamplight full breasts rising with each controlled breath, nipples already tightened into dark peaks from nothing more than the electricity crackling between them. The curve of her waist flared into strong, training-honed hips that pressed down just enough to tease, the heat of her core brushing against the growing hardness beneath his loose pants. To elucidate this, nothing could be more surprising than the love of these two.

She didn’t wait for permission.

She never did when the storm finally interested her the way a muse would give everything for her poet. In that way, something cumbruled inside. The thing is, this life could actually warm the only intention to be alive. That is to say that this love could give life to the death of love in someones heart.

Her hands slid down his chest with deliberate slowness, nails tracing the deep cuts of his abs, feeling the faint purple energy that still lingered under his skin like living lightning.  That is to say that nothing could ever change the way we thought. These two got closer than the one who is close the one that they love. The thing is, this restriction cannot see anything in the sadness that he had inside. He was broken and still loved like no one. Then she rocked her hips forward bold, unashamedgrinding once, slow and heavy, letting him feel exactly how wet she already was from the mere sight of him refusing every limit all day.

Zeraphina (voice thick, almost trembling with the daring of it): 

All those hours watching you destroy the backyard… watching you move faster than thought… it woke something greedy in me.  What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another. The thing is, this love shall continue till the end of the universe.

(leans down, lips brushing his ear, breath hot) 

I don’t want the version of you that trains. I want the version that breaks everything it touches. One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean… you are that sailor so just tame me. In that way, you would make me your… At least, that should suffice to let me see the wind of chaos in the wind that no one could ever see. Break me tonight, Caos. Make me feel what those defenders feel when they can’t catch you.

She kissed him then hard, hungry, no trace of the quiet maid who folded his towels with gentle hands that this living being could not see the greatness of life. The thing is, this love cannot be surpassed in the greatnes of love. This love could accounted for the need of loving with the need to be the best. At least, the best lover. Her tongue pushed past his lips with the same ferocity she had tried to match on the grass, tasting the lingering spice of paella and the raw power that never left him. One hand tangled in his hair, gripping tight, while the other slipped between them, boldly palming the thick outline of his cock through the fabric, stroking him with firm, demanding strokes that left no room for hesitation.

Caos’s hands finally moved the way a storm would in the eternal lake of the universe.

They rose to her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh with enough strength to bruise mortals, pulling her down harder against him the way swans would dance at a lake. To be fair, this love cannot be reduced to a simple experience or at least not to what we think it is. That is to say that this love could actually be harsh. The violet in his eyes flared brighter, casting faint purple shadows across her skin as the singular chaos recognized a new arena—one that didn’t involve cones or sprints, but still demanded total domination.

He flipped them in one fluid motion superhuman speed contained just enough not to hurt her pinning Zeraphina beneath him on the massive bed. In this way, nothing could actually ever heal this injury in this heart. He is a massive monster of destruction. Nothing survives to his attempt to destroy. At least, no one has ever done it until now. The robe was shoved fully aside now, her naked body laid out like an offering the mansion had been waiting to witness. Her legs parted instinctively, wrapping high around his waist, heels digging into the powerful muscles of his back.

Zeraphina (gasping, arching up into him, voice breaking into something raw and needy): 

Yes… like that. Don’t hold back the way you did with the knife in the kitchen. Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again. The thing is, you are that love, my love. The more you look at it, the more you rememeber the ideal of what it means to be. In this way, something comes to me. I’m not fragile. I chased you all morning and couldn’t touch you. Now let me feel what it’s like to be caught by the storm.

Caos didn’t speak.

He simply lowered his head and claimed one breast with his mouthsucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his tongue flicked with the same merciless precision he used on volleys from impossible angles to make her feel the way his heart would burn slowly to maximum climax of what it means to love or perhaps this love could not be enough. His free hand slid down her body, fingers finding her slick folds and parting them without mercy, two thick digits plunging deep in one smooth thrust, curling instantly to stroke that spongy spot inside her that made her hips jerk violently off the bed. This was a new way to look at the scrutinizing way of life. At l

Zeraphina cried out sharp, unfiltered nails raking down his shoulders hard enough to draw faint lines that healed almost instantly in purple light. In that way, something came between two. His words were warmly tough for her… it was sensational. This fact made her feel anew. At least, this could not see the grandiosity of this love. Her walls clenched greedily around his fingers, already soaking his hand as she rocked against the intrusion, chasing the friction with shameless rolls of her hips.

Zeraphina(moaning, voice hoarse): 

Deeper… fuck, Caos your fingers feel like they’re moving at that same impossible speed. Don’t stop. Make me come undone before you even take your clothes off. There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea has sketched. The thing is, your love makes me new. I feel new in this love for you that no dears to have. I want to feel what it’s like to lose to you in this bed the way I lost on the grass.

Caos:HAHHA! You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope. The more you cry and scream out of love and passion, the more my soul yearns for you the way hell yearns for heaven. The thing is, I will never stop. I love your singularity. For I am KHAOS.

Her hand reached down between them again, tugging impatiently at his pants, freeing the heavy, throbbing length of his cock. Something was beautiful. Well, this is not what it may seem. This love seems superficial…. But it can display the warmth of making love when loving someone in a perfect synchrony with the logos and Khaos. She wrapped her fingers around it barely able to close them fullyand stroked him with long, bold pulls, thumb circling the swollen head, spreading the bead of precum that had already formed.

The air in the bedroom thickened, charged with the same singular energy that had ruined the backyard earlier. The sheets bunched beneath her as she writhed, breasts bouncing with every desperate movement, skin flushed dark with heat.

Caos pulled his fingers free only to replace them with the blunt head of his swords, rubbing it slowly up and down her dripping slit teasing, claiming, letting her feel every thick inch before he gave her what she had boldly come for.

Zeraphina looked up at him, eyes dark and blazing with challenge and raw want.

Zeraphina (whispering like a dare): 

Take me. 

All of me. 

Show me the chaos that even victory couldn’t catch. Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished?

Well, this love could be more than just a class of love. Love is a funny game that others do not understand. The thing is, this understanding gets forgotten when two human soul get connected. For that, the mansion’s walls seemed to lean in closer, holding their breath for the moment the storm finally stopped running… and decided to devour instead.

To be continued…