Severing Sanguine: A Companion Book to The Fallocaust Series Book 2 (91 page)

I nodded. I did understand that now.

“What you needed was stability, patience, and a belief that we were as normal and plutonic as we could be. I don’t think it was a mistake, the mistake was that the rebels shot down my plane and I was gone for four months,” Silas explained in the patience voice he used with me. “I would have slowly introduced you to the more transgressive aspects of this family when I felt you were ready, and when you started showing the tendencies towards them that all chimeras have.”

“Instead I showed those same tendencies and fell into psychosis again,” I mumbled.

Silas took a sip of his tea and nodded at me to drink. “All of the things you did, love. Killing Ludo, killing those men and women in Cypress, it’s all a part of growing up. You hated Valen and his chimera group for raping arians but it is just who they are. You must understand, love.” Silas smiled. “We’re above the parasites. They are ours to do what we will. Yes, a moral person may not like it, and if you dislike it, don’t do it. But we’re royalty, Sanguine. We have all the power in the world and sometimes, especially a teenager trying out this power, may use it to oppress others.”

I frowned, but the frown wasn’t because of his words. It was because I had little to say in defence of the arians because I myself had done exactly what I had condemned the other chimeras for. I had murdered, tortured… I had even almost raped Jack. Yes, I remember that now. Though he had told me adamantly he was a willing participant.

My brow furrowed. Something was nagging me, a tickle inside of my inner ear. A small inclination that I had done much worse but I couldn’t put my finger on what. It was lost in the haze of the events leading up to me becoming immortal.

“When you were in the greywastes, the greywasters mistreated you, hated you for being different, chased you from towns, and that man…” Silas frowned as his voice trailed, but he then picked it back up again. “Here, Sanguine, your differences are not only celebrated within the family, they will draw out fear and respect from the parasites below us. Embrace it, you’re better than them and for that you mustn’t feel guilty. You are a prince, and one of your king’s most treasured and beloved. It’s time you embrace royalty, embrace that you’re better than them.” Silas caressed my cheek. “And don’t feel cross when your brothers do the same. It’s our nature as chimeras, lovely. And you’re well past being stable enough to accept our families more transgressive natures, yes?”

I understood what he was saying, and though the guilt was still there over what I had done to the ones like Mouse and Julia, it wasn’t as potent as it had been before. “But you won’t ignore the fact I do have mental problems?” I asked. “The ones that aren’t from being a chimera? I still need help with that, with the psychosis. You understand that I have issues still?”

Silas nodded. “I do, love. I do. Which is why I’m letting you be with Jack, so you can heal. But I don’t think you will have any more issues.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes, love. I think you falling in and out of psychosis due to stress or other triggers is a problem we’ll no longer have to face.” Silas rose and held out his hand for me to take it. I did and we both started walking down the hallway and into the living room. I saw Kinny ironing some clothes. I think they may be for me. “If you’re still terrorized by the voices, or by Crow, you’ll tell me right away, or if I’m out of Skyfall you’ll tell Perish.” Then he paused and gave me a serious look. “Only the two of us though, am I understood, Sanguine? If you see any of them you will tell only Perish or myself. We will fix you then.”

“I understand, Master.” The amount of relief I felt over his words overwhelmed my already taxed and fatigued mind. Silas was finally taking my problems seriously and seemed willing to help me sort through them.

Silas rested his tea cup down with a small clink and picked up the clothes Kinny had been ironing. I watched him walk over, and in the background Kinny took a load of laundry and disappeared out the double doors.

“You’re so perfect,” Silas murmured as he sat down on the microfiber couch beside me. Unable to resist touching me he started stroking my bare arm. This time though he made his touch warm and almost electric, like he had a field of static around him.

“I never thought I would be.” I held up my arms again and still couldn’t believe the flawless, alabaster skin that was now my own. Then I flushed a bit. “And inside too?” I knew I was scarred and ruined internally. I never really explored down there but I could feel it and occasionally it would bleed.

Silas nodded. “You’re a virgin again in all respects.” This notion jarred me, but also made me flush further. Because as Silas said this his hand travelled to my flat stomach, he traced my faint abs before trailing it down further.

What surprised me most of all about Silas’s wandering touch was that I no longer felt the spasm of horror or tension when he or anyone else touched me when I wasn’t in that manic state. I was completely lucid and yet… I didn’t flinch away.

There was something different inside of me, something had changed inside of my head during my resurrection. I don’t think I was afraid of intimacy anymore. I actually think I was no longer afraid of a lot of things.

What had happened inside of my brain? Had resurrecting really repaired some of the damage I knew I’d had? I didn’t know but the prospect was fascinating and intriguing.

And showing that he could tell the difference too, Silas’s hand didn’t retract, nor did I see hesitation on his face. Instead I felt his heart skip, before he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against mine.

Feeling almost intoxicated over the lack of fear, I parted my lips and welcomed his, then I slipped my own hand to the small of his back and drew him close to me. He took my signal and I felt his weight on my body. I fell back on the couch and soon he was on top of me, our mouths open and our tongues greeting each other after what had been months and months of separation.

I had missed my king’s lips, and though I longed for Jack’s as well I was understanding how my wonderfully odd family functioned. To love my king as I loved him took nothing away from my feelings for Jack. I understood this, and I embraced it. There was no guilt inside of me as I felt his slender, firm body on top of mine but, then again, there never had been.

Though my body was full of warm pleasure I still felt a spark of nervousness when Silas pulled my black boxer briefs off of me. It wasn’t nervousness or fear, just that jolt that anyone got when they realized something was about to go further.

Silas tossed my underwear onto the floor and gave me a coy grin. Playfully he twirled a finger through my trimmed pubic hair and walked two of his fingers up my trail of hair that led to my navel. “Should I be so bold to admit I am loving this relaxed side of you?” Silas said with a smug look. The corner of my mouth raised, I was equally enjoying this playful mood he was in. “I had no plans to be intimate with my beautiful creation and yet…” He leaned down and I let out a shocked groan as he pressed his tongue against the head of my dick, hardening quickly under his attention. “I find I am unable to help myself.”

My mind was going wild over not only his advances, but the way my mind and body was reacting to it. I felt completely high with just adrenaline over not being afraid. I never realized it but the most potent drug I had ever had was feeling fearless. I had never felt fearless when I wasn’t also deep into my own psychosis.

I shuddered as he put his mouth over my dick and started lavishing attention on the crown. The harmony of soft sucking and the multiplying breaths inside of my chest the only sounds around us. I separated my legs further for him and watched his head going up and down just slightly over my groin. It was blowing my mind in so many different ways, and the pleasure I was feeling over his mouth was unbelievable.

Silas removed his mouth with a suctioned pop and looked at me with that same smug smile. My now fully hard dick, without a single scar on it, standing erect with the defined head pink and glistening from Silas’s mouth, firmly held in his hand like he was wielding a sword. “Is this your first blowjob? Or did my Jack get to you first?”

I shook my head. “He never did. This is my first… kinda like you were my first kiss too.”

I knew this would make Silas happy and, sure enough, the smug smirk only broadened. He kissed the tip of my penis before his pink tongue poked out. He stiffened his tongue to a point and ran it up and down the slit before putting it back into his mouth. After several minutes of sucking he pulled it away and started stroking me with his hand.

“But you fucked him, yes?” Silas asked. My dick disappeared back into his mouth.

I closed my eyes as the pleasure intensified and nodded. “In the psychosis I did fuck him, it wasn’t intimate at all though. Just that… bloodlust, that need for release. It was after I killed Ludo, his body was only several feet away.”

“Mm, I wish I could have been there to steal your first penetration of a man. Usually once my creations turn fifteen I take them for myself and let them take me. It is my right as your king to have your first time…” Silas said. “But I forgive you. I know chimera bloodlust, I just wish it was me this beautiful cock penetrated.”

Cold air hit the head of my dick as he once again removed his mouth. Though after several moments of missing his touch I opened my eyes to see what he was doing. They widened when I saw that he had already taken his blue jeans off and was pulling a pair of matching black boxer briefs down his slender thighs.

“Let’s fulfill your king’s wish.” Silas leaned down and kissed me. He tugged on my cock now throbbing with anticipation. “Sit up on the couch, love.”

I never moved so quickly. I sat up on the couch, naked and full of tension and heat. Silas opened up a drawer in the coffee table and with a crack, he opened a bottle of lube and squeezed the bottle onto my cock. The oil immediately liquefied on the head from the heat. I rubbed it in as Silas prepared himself, and then the king climbed on top of me.

He grabbed my cock and I felt my head rest up against the tight opening, burning with heat and twitching from want. My mind reeled with desire as I saw Silas bite the corner of his lips with his teeth, and with his eyes locked with mine, I felt pressure on my cock, overwhelming, tight, pleasurable pressure. Then, with a gasp from his lips and a cry that drove me even wilder, he broke through and lowered himself onto me.

He was so beautiful; he had once been a normal person but he looked like a god in front of me. Wavy golden hair that shone without sunlight, a porcelain face that was narrow, yet full, and two large eyes that seemed to have stolen the green that was once so abundant in the world.

I wanted him, every inch of him. And not only that, I wanted him with Jack right beside me. I wanted me and my boyfriend to tag team this beautiful demigod, and make him make all sorts of noises.

I watched intently as Silas sunk my cock into him, all the way in until my testicles touched his backside. He closed those emerald eyes and leaned his forehead against mine, then, with a groan drawn from us in unison, he started moving himself up and down.

It felt amazing, and though it had felt equally amazing with Jack there was something different about doing it in a lucid state. I could feel his emotions more, I could feel the pleasure more. I was so in tune and in sync with his body it was like I was having sex for the first time all over again.

Though with this new body, and this new, repaired mind – perhaps I was.

“You’re so perfect; your body is perfect, as you always should’ve been,” Silas said through groans in rhythm with his movements. He lifted his forehead off of mine and put a hand on my shoulder. He leaned away from my body, his hips still rising up and down. I glanced down and felt a rush as I saw his cock standing erect, and below that thick and long dick I saw my own penetrating him; it turned me on so much I took Silas’s shaft in my hand and started stroking it.

“And we have eternity together, love. Does that make you happy?” Silas asked. He looked down with me and we watched our connected bodies. No longer able to help myself my hips started to thrust.

“It does,” I answered back. I pulled Silas close to me, and the king fell into my arms. I held him tight against my body and started thrusting into him. In response he groaned, an unhinged sound that drew me closer to my peak. I started to thrust inside of him faster. “I thought once I would be scared of being immortal, since my life was so horrible, but now…” I groaned. “I think I’m kind of excited.”

Silas didn’t answer; he only positioned himself over me so I had a better angle to thrust into him. But it wasn’t enough, I needed more room, more space…

I shifted off of the couch, Silas still on my lap. The king gave me one confused look but he didn’t try and scramble away from my touch. He trusted me enough to let me lift him up, temporarily disconnecting our bodies… and lay him on top of the marble coffee table.

Silas gasped as I laid him down, but I knew it was from the cold rock rather than the surprise. This coffee table was sturdy for a reason, surely he must’ve used it before.

I grinned and kissed his neck. Silas pulled his legs back and at his invitation I positioned myself and slowly penetrated him. My teeth clenched over the feeling. Oh, did I ever love this feeling. I closed my eyes, the power of being in control over King Silas’s body and our intimacy intoxicating me. Embracing this control I had over him, I started thrusting my hips into his backside, further falling deep into this state as each thrust gifted me a sharp moan of pleasure from Silas.