Chapter 11
Iam
We’re making progress. Each day she opens up to me more. I learn more about the person she’s becoming and need to read her mind less. I’d given her a key and she come bouncing in like she owns the place. I would have had an issue with that before, but during these last hundred years of solitude and the scare she gave me, I’ve conditioned myself to be more accommodating to her. The beginning of our marriage was great, but I was hard to live with towards the end.
The discord with the other gods and the differences in our ideologies made me cold and distant. I never physically abused or cheated on her as rumored but those were the only redeemable things about me. The more bitter I became, the worse I spoke to her. I was so angry about the treatment of my other children that I didn’t give our sons the attention they deserved then it was all too late.
Seeing her smile up at me like I’m the greatest lover to ever know her is bittersweet.
“What are you up to?” I ask as she approaches.
“We are having movie night. My coworkers keep talking about these movies and I decided to watch them with you. Everyone loves a superhero.” She starts pulling out snacks and placing them on the coffee table. “The ladies also love how Thor is shirtless in almost every movie.”
Oh, great. My wife wants to watch the movies I’ve gone out of my way to avoid.
“I don’t like superhero movies,” I tell her as nonchalantly as possible.
“What’s wrong? Want to be the only one with superpowers?”
She jokes and absently rubs her slightly rounded belly. Most women wouldn’t show this early, but our babies are bigger. She’s dressed comfortably in black yoga pants and a long tank top. It could be my hormones since she’s still not ready, but she looks so fucking sexy to me.
“Or maybe I’m not amused since I have them?”
“Dammit, I forgot the movie theater popcorn,” she grouses as if I didn’t speak.
“Here you go,” I concede, handing over hot popcorn fresh from a theater.
“Damn, your powers are sexy,” she chirps. “But I still want to watch the movies.”
“Fine. I’ll be accommodating this once. Are you trying to watch everything in order?”
“Nope. Skipping to the first Thor.”
“What did I tell you about being man crazy?”
She rolls her eyes heavenward. “He doesn’t know me. It’s not like I can touch.”
“You couldn’t touch if he was your next-door neighbor.”
Grabbing her, I nip her lip then take the kiss she failed to give me upon entering. Her moan makes me want to make her moan over and over again but she’s still not ready. Closer, but not there yet.
I deposit her on the couch and pull away. “How can you lecture me about being man crazy then tease me like that?” She huffs around bites of popcorn. “It’s your fault.”
I remove a kernel from her tendrils. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“I’m not being dramatic. Every day it gets worse, but you won’t budge. I’m in need!”
“Oh, baby. You have yet to see real need or feel what it’s like to be lost in your own desire.”
She gives me a strange look, but I can read the memory playing in her head.
I was awakened by her desire. Locking into her mind, I hear her lustful thoughts. Her body begged me to give her a fix. She moaned my name as she began to fantasize about me teasing her body before slipping my head between her legs. She moans as she begins touching her body while her imagination goes wild with all the things, she wants me to do to her. My dick ached at the visual she created for us. Her plush lips were parted in ecstasy and the tendrils were stuck to her forehead with a light sheen of sweat as she finger-fucked herself into her second orgasm. Yet, she wasn’t satiated as she expected. The heat in her body can only be extinguished by me. She cried out frustrated and I decided to make my presence known.
“You shouldn't do that because I know when you're thinking of me. I can hear your thoughts, feel your fantasies, and taste your desires.”
She still doesn’t get it. Her body is designed to crave only me. Her lust can only be fulfilled by my will.
“Then help me,” she begs and it’s even sexier in our language.
