The Tale of the Blood Diamond (30 page)

Before he could grab Jayme, force her onto her stomach and push deep within her, her pants hit the floor, followed by her boy-cut medium blue panties with matching ruffles. She eyed him like she hadn’t fucked in ages. His heart beat a bit faster —he didn’t like the look in her eye, now devoid of the usual warmth he’d come to associate with her. He refused to fight her though. That would be unfair, he’d win, and right now, she obviously needed, for once during this whole horrific ordeal, to feel in control of something,
anything
…If his cock had to be the sacrificial lamb, so be it.

She mounted him, hard, teeth bared. Leaning forward, she grabbed a fist full of his hair then proceeded to fuck the shit out of him, forcing him to return the favor.

“Ahhhh! Fuck, woman!”

His hip muscles clenched and relaxed at each thrust as they made the bed quake to their determined, heated movements. Grabbing onto her waist, he gained leverage. She struggled, trying to knock him away, but he refused.

You can ride me as hard and brutal as you like, Jayme, but I have to hold on to you…I have to touch you…

He stared into her eyes. His right one ticked and turned, like a camera lens trying to focus. In fact it was doing
just
that. He zoomed in on her sweetheart shaped lips, the way they were ever so slightly parted now… and then he looked at her eyes. A faraway look haunted them, but they glimmered with fresh tears she clearly refused to let fall.

“Come on baby…” he whispered, pouring all of his love into the three words. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be strong around me all the time.”

And like that, she bowed her head, continuing to ride him hard as fuck. Her hair tussled forward while wetness from her face — though he could no longer see it through the thick, off-black, untamed strands — dropped onto his stomach and chest. Some tears rolled, leaving a wet trail until they puddled into his navel. The warm, salty waterworks coated his body, one by one, like raindrops from a storm. They in fact were; his woman was on fire with hurt and anger. Her body bounced up and down on him like he was a motherfucker she wished she’d never met, though he knew she didn’t believe that…

He could barely keep up with her as she hastened her pace, driving her pelvis down to his, taking in his sword like it was nothing.  She was as quiet as the morning creeping into a night sky and then, she gasped loud and primal, digging her palms into his chest as she fell forward, rocking, sobbing, cursing.

“Uhhh! Shiiiit! I fucking hate this! I hate this! I will make them pay, all of em!” She pounded his flesh as the angry tears continued to rain down on him.

“I know, baby. We will make them pay
together
...” he cooed, letting her abuse him, not caring at all that she was striking him so. They weren’t particularly painful, but he felt the determination in the strikes nevertheless. She had to do it, had to use him to get back to her center. After a few more seconds, he felt the warm and sweet nectar from her pussy coat his cock and trickle away. He lay there, not daring to move, allowing her to have the moment just as she needed it. After a while, she popped her head up, as if awakened from some strange dream. She looked around the room, then down at him, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Shhhhh….” was all he offered as he placed his index finger over her lips, then ushered her gently onto her back. He wanted her off the hook. There was no need for her to apologize, or try to explain the shit away. It happened. She wanted to fuck him, and fuck him hard, so she did. Yanking her legs open, he roughly kissed up and down her neck, prompting her to once again take a fistful of his hair.

“Now, it’s my turn…” he muttered between licks and kisses all along her upper body.

“No…no…” she stuttered, yet her body said something totally different. He felt her thighs encircle him before he’d even gotten into position and finished the sentence. Cupping her neck, he put a bit more of his weight upon her beautiful, glistening, listless body, flattening her breasts.

“Yes, yes…Uhhhhhhhh!”

And he entered her, making her immediately arch on the bed and gasp as her eyes widened and her lips parted open, grasping at words not yet said.

His thrusts were hard, determined, yet gentle and loving. He kept right on, not sure how much time they had, but he was going to make her understand how much he loved her…and that he didn’t give a shit if she fell apart every now and again. Matter of fact, if she was going to, he wanted to see it — to be the only witness, so she’d know that her secret would always be safe.

“Uhhhh! Uhhhh, baby! Uhhh! Jayme!” He rose on his arms and looked down at her, at the love in her eyes, for the warmth had returned.

There’s my baby…

Giving her a faint grin, he continued on, jarring the bed and her poor body until he’d had his fill…but he was nowhere
near
done.

“Uhhh!” He wrapped his tattooed arms tighter around his gorgeous, brown-skinned lover’s toned physique, almost afraid he’d break her as he squeezed her so, never wanting to let her go. It was angry sex, but not to express anger towards each other — they finally accepted some shit simply wasn’t in their control and they just couldn’t have that. Something had to give.

“Ohhhh!” she called out, clawing at him as he took her there. Her eyes rolled; he took his cue. Hastening his pace, he reached between their bumping bodies and stroked her clit, making her lose the last piece of mind she had left. “Ohhh! Xzion! Xzion! Uh!”

She closed her eyes tightly as he continued to dig deeply into her, their bodies slapping like hands across wet drums.

“Let it out…let it go…it’s okay!” he encouraged as he fell atop her, grinding himself inside of her to the limit, keeping her prisoner beneath him as his ass humped the fuck out of her, moving like a jack rabbit in a race between her quaking thighs.

She screamed in his ear, and the piercing noise rang over and over through his entire body. Instead of feeling miffed about the incident, he relished it for it caused his entire body, his entire physical system to vibrate and feel the pain of that woman, thoroughly and completely. Finally, he got a small glimmer of what it felt like to be Jayme. To be a human, a mother in need…

He continued on, rushing towards the imminent finish line.

“Uhhhh! Yes! Yes!”

He rose back onto his palms, returned her gaze. “We…are together, forever, just like you promised me!” he screamed. “Nothing will stand in our way. No one…uhhhh!” He squinted, the climax so strong, he began to lose control over his movements. “No one…will tear…our family…apart! No one, baby!” and with that, he exploded within her. The cool, silky fluid left his body and entered hers, his semen no doubt flowing through her like a river as he settled and rested against her quaking form, still looking deeply into that perfect woman’s dark brown eyes. Those peepers of hers darkened; something had swallowed the anger and replaced it with something far more sinister. He’d seen it before, and he loved its twisted face. It was the little, yet just as diabolical, sister of hatred. The little fiend was here; she’d come to pay a visit…

Revenge, nice to see you.

Welcome home…

“I’m glad to see that you’ve come around, Xzion. I consider you a wise man. Now, hand me over the child and —”

“No, you’ve misunderstood the nature of my call to you. I stated to you, Jatorn, that I would give you Earth without my interference, as well as my son, if you personally come to Earth.” Xzion stood in his backyard, the exact spot where his son had been whisked away, causing an emotional scene he’d much rather forget. The soil was still compressed where the pod had set, and the snow that covered it melted faster than that in the other locations in the vast, tree-lined area. Like a border, the shrubbery held back a thick layering of woods, anchoring the wildlife nearby. Mother Nature dwelled all around, promising more blistery cold and not a shred of warmth in sight. The afternoon’s meager slice of sun had come, and the suburb in which Xzion dwelled was quite still and tranquil. An uprising was long overdue. Birds fluttered suddenly from branches, as if something had disturbed their peace. Something in fact had. Xzion’s eye blasted red light into the backdrop as he scanned his surroundings, ensuring no uninvited visitors loitered about.

“Well? I’m waiting for your answer, Jatorn,” he said blandly as he began to slowly pace, crunching and cracking the thin layer of ice across his back patio as he gripped the receiver device.

“And for what reason, Xzion? Why would I come to Earth per your request?”

“Stop being a coward on the sidelines. You are the leader of your people, or so you say. A true leader marches
ahead
of his troops. What a gutless example you are. They are down here dying, when everyone knows you are the fiercest fighter of your lot, and of Yuledrake royal blood, at that. You want all of this, you come and get it; otherwise, we will continue to fight you, and I will bring in more and more allies of our own!”

Xzion grinned as he thought of his friends waiting in the wings on their respective planets to conduct business, just as he’d claimed.  The Yuledrakes had made enough enemies to last a million lifetimes, and now, the Zarkstormians were cashing in on the forefathers’ favors to others. “So, when can I expect you?”

He was met with steely silence on the other end of the receiver. He assumed the maniac was deliberating.

“You honestly believed that I was going to surrender my son to you without a fight? Do you not know who the fuck I am?” Xzion’s lips curled up in a villainous grin. “How foolish! We’ve assessed the situation. I’m truly surprised that you’ve mistaken me for a fool and for the record, Sahee’s skull looks beautiful above my mantelpiece.” He immediately heard Jatorn’s breathing accelerate on the other end, knowing that was a sore spot for him. Sahee had been his closest friend, did all of his bidding while Jatorn stayed safe, nice and clean in the comforts of his remote dwelling.

“No, Xzion.” Jatorn laughed. “You see, I believe it is
you
who has underestimated
me
. I understand how you think, even with the recent corruption of your brain from dealing too long with those inferior humans. They must be disease-ridden with stupidity, and you’ve caught the plague. Regardless, let me clue you in on a little something, Warrior of planet Zarkstorm. I am prepared to blow you and everyone else in that miserable world away.” Just then, Xzion’s iris buzzed. “I’ve just sent you documents to help, shall we say, illustrate exactly what I’m talking about.”

Xzion received a pulsing white light in his eye. Yes, someone had in fact sent him something. He immediately closed his left eye, blocking out peripheral vision, and concentrated, moving the email-like folders around until he had secured the one in question. He opened it to find a three-dimensional photo of a bomb, swirling around and around in a blue lined grid on a black surface. There was no mistaking what it was or what it could do and, most importantly, who it was for. It was Doomsday…the threat was real and to make matters worse, Xzion knew the fucker had not one, but four of these things, one of which was the Queen motherfucking Bee…

“Now that you’ve seen my, shall we say, persuasive friend, I suggest you rethink your position.”

“You would blow up the Earth, lose the diamonds and many of your people that are still here, all to have my child?”

“Yes. It is a no-brainer. Now, though your relocating the child to Zarkstorm posed an issue, you are the key to eradicating that barrier. Xzion, this is non-negotiable. Your weak attempt to try to woo me into a trap has failed. Now, it’s your offspring, or
nothing.
I already know how precious this is to you. If you continue to push your luck, I will demand your concubine, too. Allies or not, you will do anything for that female. That human woman has made you weak…” He emitted a light tinkle of laughter, just enough to try and cause a reaction out of Xzion.

Instead, he remained silent.

“I
will
have the child.  You and I both know I will not cease this quest. Now, remember, you can single-handedly place the seven billion human inhabitants of Earth in death’s path, all of it sacrificed for one simple minded human woman and this tiny creature of mixed lineage that you two have produced. You will then have to live with that as your calling card for the rest of your life, and isn’t that a Zarkstormian Warrior’s shame?” he taunted.  Xzion could hear the asshole’s grin through his tone. “…Knowing the one thing you sought to protect, you
destroyed!
The choice is yours,Xzion. Call off your barbarians and relinquish him into my custody.”

“Give me two hours to think this through…”

“You have one, and
only
one.”

The phone went dead.

Xzion smirked, opened his wrist and patiently waited…

“I thought you’d never call.”

“Aton, get my station ready. I’m coming home…”

****

Vex opened the soiled newspaper and placed it over his face. He’d yet to hear back from Jatorn and it grated his nerves. His people had been forsaken for the second gift. It was more than evident, from the body count of Morphitians and Yuledrakes alike, that the bastard was in this for himself. This was what he wanted, but not in quite the same way. Things were happening in a manner he hadn’t anticipated, and the humans were fighting back. Someone was talking to them, training them, putting a buzz in their ear. The fun was being spoiled.