“Yours,” she moans back as she bucks, pushing her delicious ass against me.
Speaking it out loud, our claims leave us with no control. It feels like we are the only beings in this world that matter. I grip her hips and roughly drive myself into her, my cock slick from her wetness.
“Fill me with your cum, fuck me harder; I need you, Fynn,” she begs.
“Mark me as yours, please, do it. I need it, need your seed in my pussy.”
It’s those words that bring me over the edge, releasing myself in her, fulfilling her pleas as she orgasms once more as she works her clitoris. The idea of my cum coating her insides, marking her, makes me feel complete.
We both collapse on the small bed, lacing our fingers. I kiss her on her forehead. She turns herself into my embrace, her inner thighs still coated with my cum.
“Do you want to shower?” I murmur into her hair as I inhale her scent.
“No…” She pauses. “I can’t explain why, but I need this, your mark on me. I want my skin to soak in your seed. I want all of them to know I’myours.Humans and darklings alike. I want them to smell you on me.”
I’ve never felt so grounded. Her soul sings to mine, her voice a calming caress against my racing mind. We belong to each other. Jodelle is mine, and I am hers. That night, we make love more than once; each time our bodies join, our love becomes more deeply ingrained in our beings. This girl, whomI only met a few hours ago, has rooted herself deeper into my being than my own family has. I will do everything in my power to protect her. With just a look at her, my cock hardens, and I widen her legs, pushing myself into her wetness. She moans in contentment.
“What’s going on here?!”
Mother's enraged voice rouses me from my sleep, and Jodelle also awakens. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and give Jodelle a loving kiss, her naked body next to mine, so familiar. Mother’s stare widens in alarm at the mere act of my pressing my lips on Jodelle’s. In a fit of anger, she pulls the blankets off us, exposing our naked bodies. I shield Jodelle’s body with mine, protecting her modesty.
“What the fuck, Mother?” I yell.
Unintelligent words leave Mother's mouth as she throws the blankets back onto us, no longer staring at us. Mother stumbles back onto the bed she assigned herself upon our initial arrival. Her shoulders collapse, and she starts to cry uncontrollably.
Jodelle looks at me and mouths, “What do we do?”
I shrug. This is the first time I’ve seen Mother defeated like this, her sobs being the only sound in the room; neither Jodelle nor I make a sound. Mother looks at me with teary eyes.
“Please tell me you two only slept? Like actual sleeping? Is she a witch? Please tell me she is a witch?! Where’s Harlot? Did you send your sister away so you could fuck this hussy?”
I growl at my mother when she insults Jodelle. When Mother gets up, she laughs hysterically at my protective behavior instead of cowering. I snarl at her as I get dressed, ignoring her questions like she often does with mine.
“How is this even possible? Where did you find her? Where’s Harlot? Where’s your sister, Fynn? This can’t be happening. I left you alone for a few days… A FEW DAYS! And I find you in bed with… THAT, and Harlot, GONE!”
I push Mother softly back on the bed before she completely loses her mind. I give Jodelle some of Harlot's clothing. Jodelle is taller, but it’s better than nothing, better than the rags she arrived in. I’ll take her out later to buy some clothes so she doesn’t have to wear my sister’s things.
When dressed, Jodelle extends her hand to Mother—a genuine gesture.
“My name is Jodelle, madam. Fynn saved me from the woods nearby.”
Mother scoffs.
“Of course he did. My name is Adira, dear. And why were you and Fynn in the woods? Fynn?”
Jodelle looks at me. I never told her why I was there in the first place. She has no idea I was supposed to find my sister and had forsaken that task the moment I laid my eyes on her. Jodelle tells Mother her story of how she escaped the blood banks. Mother softens and sighs at hearing her words.
“Harlot took off to some fortress in those woods the moment you left us behind at this inn, and I went looking for her, but I was unable to retrieve her,” I tell Mother with reluctance.
“Harlot is my twin sister and a pain in the ass,” I quickly add for Jodelle, who nods in understanding.
“That’s all I know, Mother; she is supposedly at that fortress, in the woods, and that’s where I found Jodelle. I’m sure you already figured out Jodelle is human, like us.”
Mother stares at us and shakes her head, new tears forming as she starts to cry again.
“So, you left your sister to rot for… this,” Mother says with ire as she gestures at Jodelle.
“It’s not like she got taken against her will to those woods, Mother. Harlot barely waited for you to be gone. When I woke up, both your beds were empty. I asked around, and that’s how I found out she took off to that place,” I pause, “she came back this morning… Harlot is different, Mother… I don’t know what she did at that place, but I pissed her off when I was trying to find out. She grabbed her stuff and took off. I followed her, but those woods… they have a mind of their own, and let's say those trees do not particularly like me. Harlot disappeared before me; the woods ensured I could not follow her as she vanished. I was determined to find her, but then… well, Jodelle came into view, and given her state, I could not let her suffer. Mother, I had to take her with me and care for her. Harlot is an adult, and she made her own choice by running away from me, and you, Mother. She doesn’t care about the worry she instills in you or me with her selfish actions.”
