Page 76 of His Atonement
My balls draw up tight before they explode inside of her, my seed firing deep into her cunt. My teeth sharpen, my entire body shimmers and glows, vibrates with the most intense energy, and for a brief moment I feel as I do when I am at full power, when I have my name and everything that comes with it. It is fleeting though, and ends as a distorted roar flies from my lips just as I bury my face in her neck, continuing my assault on her pussy before time itself stands perfectly still.
One final time my hips snap to hers, my cock completely seated inside of her and white hot pleasure mixed with pain dances across every inch of my skin, a large portion of it centralized in my left palm.The mark. I don’t know how I know this—it’s not like I’ve ever met a mated demon—but the pain in my palm, it is our mate mark forming and I’d be willing to bet my darling girl is experiencing it as well. Such glorious pleasure and pain.
It is different from when I take a soul because I am not taking Frankie’s, but she is becoming a part of me nonetheless. Her heart, her soul, they are filling all the missing pieces of who I am, filling every void left by every sin I've ever committed and with it brings so much peace, so much love and contentment, I feel one single tear roll down my cheek as well.
"I love you, my darling girl,” I say after what seems like forever. "I do not deserve you, but I love you all the same."
Frankie uses her chin to nudge my head, and tries to lift it the only way she can without letting go of me. "I don't deserve you either, Zan.” She presses a kiss to my lips, a kiss so sweet I fear I may actually cry. "But I am selfish enough to keep you anyway. Keep you and love you." Then she smirks. "And drive you as crazy as you make me."
I chuckle, and kiss her again because I have to. "Thank fuck I am just as selfish. You are mine now, my darling girl, mine for eternity and there is no getting around it."
“Good." She gives me a watery smile as her eyes return to normal, then one barely there brow arches. "Are your tears silver?"
I nod with a grin. "My tears, my blood… mycum. I make everything I touch glittery, and you, my darling, are going to sparkle so goddamn much you'll look like a fucking disco ball."
"Oh my god!" Frankie snorts, her pussy squeezing my cock because of it. "I may be in love with you, but I am not walking around covered in your jizz all the time."
I shake my head. "Absolutely not. You will simply be so full of it at all times you won't be able to do anything but sparkle."
"You're ridiculous." But she's smiling, smiling so big and bright. "Now put me down so I can comfort our baby."
My dick begins to swell immediately at those simple words, but I frown. "Our baby?"
Frankie nods over my shoulder and when I look, I can't help but laugh.
Thor is sitting in the middle of Frankie's bed staring at us as though he isn't sure if I was hurting her or making her happier than she has ever been.
"Cheeky little bugger watched the whole thing, yes?"
She nods, and wraps her arms tighter around my neck. "Yep. He's a perv, just like his daddy."
"I'll give you five minutes to rebound and then I'll gladly prove to you how much of apervI truly am." With one more kiss, I lower her to her feet and steady her because dammit, even I'm a tad sore from that, and watch my darling mate's hips sway as she walks to the door. "I have been sending you all sorts of toys after all. Perhaps it's time we put them to use."
Frankie flashes me a most wicked grin, then disappears from the bedroom only to call out, "Too bad I've used most of them already! That cat-o-nine tails is fucking hot!"
I growl and immediately chase after her, my darling mate squealing as I do.
A great many complications indeed, and though my heart is filled with more joy than I have ever experienced, still I worry about the question Frankie left unanswered.
Did I just save my mate, or was I too late?
Don’t Wanna, Can’t Make Me
Eight days later.
"This is Francis Mae Masters and today is September 6th. It's been a while since I've made a video, I think maybe a week, give or take? I'm not totally sure, but I think the last one I made was right after Zan broke into my house drunk and naked." I smile like an idiot into the camera and sigh. "And now he's here naked all the time."
I check the clock on the wall and realize I've been in bed way longer than I should have because my rigidity has lasted way longer thanitshould have. It's actually painful today, the way my muscles contract and pull tight, the way my legs are so stiff I can't straighten them.
And if I want to avoid another conversation with Zan about the illness he thinks I have, then I need to get out of bed so he has no reason to start one.
"A lot has happened since my last video, which is why I haven't made one in so long. In terms of my symptoms, it's been a good week. Minimal mental or emotional issues, some OCD but that never really goes away. Physical symptoms have been relatively minor and easily controlled by smoking. Rigid and stiff most mornings, a little restless leg and tremors at night, I did fall once, but honestly I'm not sure if that was an issue with balance, or the fact that I was trying to hang my blackout window clings in my darkroom that finally arrived—alone—while standing on empty boxes. Hold on."
I set my phone down and grab my bowl off the nightstand, smile even stupider when I see Zan's bowl—he stole it from me and it’s shaped like a huge hotdog—along with his lighter, blunts, and a bag of the fucked up shit he smokes.
He told me about the nightshade and hemlock, basically had to so I never accidentally smoked his shit, but he didn't really tell me why he smoked it, just that he had to otherwise the “repercussions would be atrocious.” God, I really love him.
I hit my bowl hard, and settle back against the pillows then pick up my phone. "Today I'm pretty fucking stiff. A lot of dystonia, but it's not really surprising because it's been a crazy week. First of all, I took on a big project, massive actually, one that has me super fucking pumped.” I exhale and immediately take another hit. "I'm going to be photographing all of the families here that live on Dragovihk land. Seriously, everyone in all sorts of combinations depicting generations and family ties, a whole group photo, the works."