Page 8

Chapter Five

Clarity

Cordelia

The orgasm rips through me, causing my skin to erupt into small goosebumps, as I feel them deep inside me. Stars dance in my vision as my body hums with satisfaction, as the waves of heat pooled in my core erupts like the hottest volcano. My head swings back and lands on Chase’s shoulder.

Opening my eyes, I see his beautiful honey eyes staring back at me.

Warm. Devoted. Full of hunger.

Tate’s nails dig into my sides, tugging on the three stretch marks that bloom on my sides. The smell of marijuana mixed with soil and the smell of our joint arousal dances in the air. It was a drug and hallucinogen all on its own.

Our very own parasitic aphrodisiac.

Was it real?

Is this real?

The feeling of them thrusting slowly into me has me shivering from the intensity. My vagina has its own heartbeat, pulsating with each movement. Biting my lip, my gaze moves towards the garden bed.

“It was real.”

My hand reaches forward as the small white spores erupt through the ground. The earth crackles as the tiny filaments continue to rise from the soil...

Closing my eyes, I swear I can hear them… No… I can feel them vibrate... Reaching.

Needing.

I look down and run my hand over Tate’s jaw. Leaning into my touch, he places a soft kiss on my palm, his dark voids landing on mine.

So feral. Hungry. And still so fucking angry.

He thrusts up–his nails digging in deeper.

“It was always real,” he says through gritted teeth as he chases his own climax.

My nails dig into the side of his neck as Chase’s hand wraps around my neck.

My beautiful boy, so gentle that even his punishment feels like a reward.

They fuck me like they own me and fill me with their seed just as I filled them with mine.

My head once again falls back into the crook of Chase’s neck. I inhale him as he moans.

Soft whimpers escaping as he fucks my ass.

“Always,” he breathes. The post orgasm clarity washes over me in waves, and one thing I will never let someone do is underestimate me.

Never.

With a smile, I look down at Tate who’s looking at me like I’m God, and maybe I am.. To them.

And you never question your God.

“I’ll go to the festival because I want to.”

I grind my wet pussy on his almost softening erection while looking into his eyes. Chase’s hands tighten slightly around my neck. While licking my lips, I continue to speak my truth.

“Don’t ever think you can blackmail me.”

My fresh, french tipped nails trail down his neck, then his chest, and stop on the silver ring that hangs off his nipple. Tugging it slightly, I lean into Tate, causing Chase’s hand to rest on my back, and flick my tongue over his nipple before biting it gently.

“Thank you for your participation.” I bite harder. “You spooked Daniel enough to deny me.”

I pull away from his nipple, my tongue licking up his chest as I hold his shirt with my other hand, clutching it.

Controlling my emotions.

My own need.

Stopping on his lips, “You didn’t need to blackmail me because I never wanted it. I just like to play.”

I smile against his lips, soaking up the anger and the hunger that rolls off his body.

“Checkmate,” I whisper before biting his lower lip and pulling it just as Chase tugs me by the hair towards him.

“Such a fucking bitch,” Chase groans into the length of my neck.

“And still, you love it,” I reply back, feeling his cock harden inside me once again, but it’s Tate that has my attention and the beautiful look of hard realization.

The terror and love.

I look up at the night sky that filters through the small opening in the glass. The sky is dark blue, small twinkling lights witness to us. To devotion.

To worship.

And my victory.

“I have to go now. But it was fun.”

I look up at Chase and blow him a kiss as I pull away, already missing the sensation of them filling me but science calls.

My first love.

I look at the garden bed as I lower my dress, already feeling their warm cum trailing down between my legs. Inhaling the small particles that mingle in the air.

While the boys are busy gathering their thoughts and catching up to my win, I quickly take a handful of soil and place it in a clean red solo cup that’s resting beside the bed. I needed to test this beauty…

So much pride fills my chest when I look over at Tate who is now lighting another joint.

You did beautifully, my love.

But I won’t say those words out loud, it’s not us. Not how we communicate.

Our love is feral.

It is a game... An eternal cat and mouse lullaby.

My softness belongs to Chase–that small, warm, and fuzzy part of me belongs to him and only him. I turn to leave when my heart drops at the sound of the plea behind me from Chase’s low, tender voice.

“Cordy.”

I stop because my heart makes me… but my mind rebels, so I never look back. A promise I made myself when I saw my mother’s note. The only thing that remained after she lost herself to love...

From behind me, I hear something crash and my heart sinks.

Tate .

The night breeze kisses my fevered skin, cooling me instantly. I can finally breathe, taking a deep breath in as I force my body and heart to cooperate. We are so close to the breakthrough. I can make this world a better place.

And my name a legacy.

Make him proud in ways my mother never could. I might look like her, but I will never be her. My feet step on something hard, yet soft. Looking down, I spot a dead baby bird, white filaments erupting from its small beak and eyes.

Crouching down, I let my hand hover over the small animal, and watch curiously as the small, moldy fragments dance.

The filaments rise like they recognized me, like they were waiting. Swaying… reaching towards me when the sound of cursing erupts from behind me, causing me to pull away before he reaches me.

I never look back.

Because I’m scared I’d stay.

“CORDERLIA!” Tate shouts behind me, but he doesn’t see me. Rushing out of the woods, I make it to the massive backyard, and I stare at the lake for a moment before rushing towards my car.

People think love is a connection, but it’s not. It’s digestion. It’s letting someone chew through your edges until you can’t tell where you end.

For now, this is how things need to be… I have to push him to greatness… Only pain brings forward grea tness, and he’s just proven this without even realizing it. This is why we work. Our games are to make us better, to help us evolve into something greater.

This creation will make us Gods.