The Tale of the Blood Diamond (8 page)

“You see this?!” He grunted. “You see your sweetness?” He jammed his hand between her thighs, forcing her lower lips further open with his fingers, spreading them wide, making her review herself, take it all in. “That’s mine,” He growled. “When I tell you I want some of that pussy, that’s what I mean.”

She didn’t like his tone, but her pussy did, and it wet itself right in front of him — telling her secrets. A sweet, thin trail of her love juice filled her opening, pooling, threatening to cascade down her trembling thighs.

“Xzion, I —”

“I don’t want to hear it!” He gnashed his teeth. “I know you have to work, I know you have responsibilities toward your job, toward our son, but you have some toward
me,
too. I have work and responsibilities, too!”

“I know that, but —”

“This is fucking ridiculous, Jayme, and I’m not going to tolerate it anymore.”

With that, he wrapped his arm snugly around her neck, causing her body to pulsate with pleasure. The entire scene sickened her; the man knew her weaknesses and had pulled her card. In the mirror, his eyes darkened as she struggled, and his face became placid, as if he didn’t give a shit about what she said or did — what he would do next was simply inevitable. He kept her in the air, pressed firmly against his body, forcing them to watch the show in the regal reflection. She wiggled about, fighting only with a fraction of her strength until he’d lunged his huge cock inside of her, making her scream out and shudder as his pelvis bumped harshly against her ass and his moans and groans vibrated through her body. 

“Shiiiiiiiiiit! Yeesssssss!” he hissed, thrusting hard and strong inside of her, making her believe that the orgasm building inside of her just may take her out.

“Oh God! Oh God!” she screamed as her body left her and went on its own fucking merry way. “Feels so good!” She turned her head back and forth, the loose curls from her updo now saturated in sweat from her husband’s chest as she wiggled and squirmed about to no avail. He wasn’t letting her go… She reached behind herself and clutched his arm, her fingers dragging into his tattooed flesh. She looked at herself in the mirror being fucked; they both looked like enraged animals as his thick cock pulsated in and out of her body. He moaned nasty things and pulled at her like she was some toy.

“You can handle it!” he said gruffly, going full throttle, making her punch and swear, shouting it from the bottom of her throat. “I like that! You
know
how to take a damn dick!” He looked at her in the mirror, seemingly turned on by her animalistic grunting and the wild way she reacted as he pounded inside of her.

“Fuck!” The word gurgled out as her body took her down an orgasmic path there was no escaping. He released her neck and wrapped his hand around her forehead, forcing her face upward and her whimpers and curses to increase. The pressure between her legs intensified. The man pushed himself completely inside of her, fucking her so hard, she was certain she’d need bed rest once he turned her loose.

Damn…he really missed me…

Xzion was no doubt getting his jones fix, settling the damn score once and for all. She gave up, falling limply in his grasp as her body trembled and her cream coated his shaft. He kept fucking her with righteous fortitude. Sluggish, she caught his hazy reflection in the mirror. The flicker of candlelight did little to soften his expression. Biting down on his bottom lip, his fingers pressed into her thighs, keeping her legs far open and wide apart while he jostled her up and down in the air, making her ride his cock steady with no breaks.

“Ahhh! Ahhhh!” He lunged and paused before lunging yet again inside of her. The veins in his neck protruded as he strained, seemingly trying to keep his climax at bay. She watched in the front row of their love making showcase her beloved draw closer to a point of no return. She knew that look…he didn’t want it to stop; he wanted to draw the shit out. She grinned mischievously, then clamped down on his cock with her pussy muscles, massaging the damn rod that had her gaping open, exposed and dripping wet. Looking at his cock disappear inside of her over and over was too much to bear. She came again, her ass lifting away from him as she squirmed uncontrollably.

He snatched her back into position, took a couple steps forward, forcing her to lean against the new dresser. Cinching his hands firmly around her waist, he held her in place, her legs dangling at the sides. She was still in awe, after all of this time, of how the man handled her. He carted her around as if she were light as a feather, and he fucked her ruthlessly, as if her body were a custom made sheath for his king-sized drill. Each time he lunged inside of her, her breasts swayed and he grunted loudly, deep and throaty, immersing himself deep within her. But it seemed as though even that was not good enough.

Sweat ran down his tanned face as if an imperceptible shower were waterlogging his extraordinarily hard and sexy body.

“
Souti va!
” he shouted, startling her, as his fingers dug deeper into her. He held her steady, rocking her with each plunge.

“
Souti va, Jayme! Dan yuirv orzert! Lapisle aji cone!
”

Her heart fluttered. She had no idea what her baby was saying, but his eyes held such intensity, and his voice quaked as the words poured out. She knew it was his language, a strange sounding bit, the utterances extremely foreign and difficult to repeat verbatim, but she could see the love in his expression.

Then he reared forward, his forehead against her back, and slipped his hands further up her waist, exploding inside of her, the cool, creamy cum. He shook violently, yelled and spoke in that forbidden language, dragging her with him as he stumbled backward until they fell clumsily on the bed. Much to her surprise, he was still inside of her, his hips still moving in controlled, fast jerks. He kept her close, refusing to release her until he’d milked his cock dry within her depths. The icy sensation crept higher inside of her, until her own temperature had warmed it beyond detection. He breathed heavy and harshly against the back of her neck, protectively clinging to her form.

“Xzion, baby?” She remained on her side, waiting until his breaths slowed a bit.

“…Yeah,” he said exhaustedly, still panting. His drained tone pulsated within her as his warm breath tickled her ear.

“What — what were you saying just a minute ago?”

She swam in uncomfortable silence, only hearing his heavy breathing and no answer for quite some time.

“I said that I love you…” He swallowed. “And I said that you’re my everything.”

Jayme lay there with a throbbing pussy and a choked up heart. This fucking man was going to be the death of her. He made her feel things she didn’t even know existed. Love so intense, so rich. He gave her a child, a son. This was a new life for her. Being a wife and mother had not occupied the scope of her thoughts on a daily basis before Xzion had entered her life. She was a task-oriented person, and dealt in the land of reality. Yet, being married to Xzion presented odd scenarios on a continuous basis, and she couldn’t turn away and ignore it — she had to seize it with both hands, and deal with it head on.

She flipped in his loose embrace and faced him. His wet cock bumped against her body as she pressed into his frame. Sliding her hand softly up and down his chest, she returned his loving gaze.
The man looked utterly tired. He was under so much stress; there were no words to even properly describe it. When he’d gotten back from Zarkstorm, he told her the things to look for regarding murders from the Yuledrakes. She knew he was playing it down, giving her the bare minimum of information. She hated that; she wanted him to let her in, let her help. Instead, he just used her as a clean-up service for scattered corpses. She didn’t understand these Yuledrakes he spoke of, nor why he felt he had to single-handedly take them on. She was worried about her sweetheart. Xzion had a problem accepting help from others; it was one of his biggest challenges. But she knew, as his wife and friend, if he didn’t put his pride aside, he’d pay dearly.

“Teach me.” She nuzzled closer to him, manipulating him, worming her way into his good graces as she strategically lifted her long, brown leg and wrapped it around his taught, muscular thigh.

“Teach you what, baby?” He gently ran his thumb over her jaw.

“Your language.” She smiled into his eyes.

“It’s hard to learn from what I’ve been told, but I can teach you, if you wish.”

“I’ve never heard anything like it. It kinda…it kinda sounds like Spanish, German and Dutch mixed together — so strange, but you say it so beautifully.”

“
Souti va
, means, ‘I love you.’ It is actually rough to translate into English, for it is much more serious than even, ‘I love you.’ It has connotations that the one saying it would die for you. When we add a name on the end of , it becomes specific.
Dan yuirv orzert
is a loving way of saying, ‘my sweetheart’, ‘my baby’, ‘my dear.’
Lapisle aji cone
, ‘you’re my everything’, in this context.
Lapisle
means, ‘you are’,
you’re
, but it is only used when referring to a married partner, even in spirit. It is considered blasphemous to call a woman
lapisle
if she is not your partner. It is specifically used for a mate, a lover, whom you adore.” A weak smile spread across his face as he gave her a Zarkstormian Warrior linguistic crash course.

“That’s beautiful, Xzion.”

“I’ve been speaking it around Zachary.” He sat up a bit, resting his head on his hand and digging his elbow into the fresh, new fabric that layered their lover’s nest. “He’ll need to know it.”

She mulled what he said, tossing it from side to side within her head trying to make sense of the matter.

“All Zarkstormian children are taught the ‘old world’ language?” she questioned.

“Most are. Warrior children are taught it in school, but all Zarkstormian children speak our language fluently by age two and a half, tops, and most, also know Zala, which is the warrior Zarkstormian language. They sound similar, but there are many words we use that the mainstream language users don’t. It is kind of like Latin to you all. No one really uses some of the words I just spoke to you anymore, but most Zarkstormians can read it and speak it.”

Jayme nodded her head in understanding, overwhelmed by the beauty of his utterances and the way he stared into her eyes.

“So, you want to teach Zachary the language, for tradition?” She knew better. His eyes told her the truth. The right one shone a bit brighter as he discussed it and in a fraction of a second, a red sheen waved over his iris. If she’d blinked, she would’ve missed the cornea show. He swallowed, averted eye contact and caressed her wrist with his index finger.

“I have something to tell you…”

“I know,” she said softly.

“I believe our son is a Warrior, after all.”

“I’m not surprised.” She sighed, unable to tuck away her frown.

Don’t be mad at me Xzion for not liking this…

She tucked her knees close to her chest, bawling up in a fetal position as if prepared to receive a potentially fatal blow.

“I know you were told he was a carrier… Well, he is showing physical signs that it is more than that.”

“I know.”

He looked at her inquisitively, and grinned. “Well then why didn’t you tell me? All this time I’ve been concerned about how angry you may become.”

“Because I knew it; as his mother, I just knew, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it.” She shrugged. “You hadn’t said anything, so I was hopeful and wishing I was just seeing things. He is so much like you, Xzion.”

He smiled proudly, though she noticed he tried to soften the expression. It didn’t work; Xzion was madly in love with their son and took great pride in how the young child was developing.

“There’s so much we still need to learn about him.” He cleared his throat and draped his arm lovingly around her waist. “He is a miracle.” He smiled wider. “I wonder…I wonder if we will have more.”

Jayme’s brow rose along with a newfound smirk. “More children?” She laughed lightly and looked away from him. “We barely see each other. Not saying I wouldn’t like more one day…but right now, I think the timing would be bad. If you aren’t here with Zachary, he is at the day-care center or the babysitter. Every day, no matter my shift, I run and see him, spend time with him because I am so afraid sometimes he isn’t going to even know who I am,” she confessed.

She laid it out there for him. Jayme felt sickened over the past few months. Previously, she spent most of her time with her son, loving on him hard, viewing his milestones, and now that she was promoted, all of that changed. The guilt was thick and porous like a sponge, soaking in her zest for life, leaving her integrity dried up and sour.

“Baby.” He ran his fingers along her lower back and grazed her nose with his own. “He knows who you are. I know you feel badly about spending less time with him, but I think after you get into the swing of things, your schedule will be less hectic and things will return to some semblance of normalcy. At least, that’s what you promised me.” He smiled.

“But you were mad at me when I got home…” She smiled at him, then gave him a peck on the lips.

“I wouldn’t say mad. I was aggravated. I had prepared a romantic evening for us, and as I waited, my frustration grew. I don’t like sharing you with others for too long. I need you.”