Page 37 of The Last Feast
Our lips gravitate toward each other with matching smiles, and I don’t give a fuck about the blood staining her lips, because my cum will soon replace it. We’ll have tomorrow, when she wakes up in my arms and we’ll do it all over again.
I pick her up, needing to feel her closer until she’s inside my chest, right next to the organ she owns. My beauty wraps her legs around me, kissing me with just as much need as I carry her up the stairs, pausing every second step as she strokes her tongue against mine.
This woman—my woman—has ruined me by bringing me to life. I understand why I never held anything other than apathy towards anyone else now. It’s her. It will always be her, and there’s some cosmic force at play that’s brought us together.
I don’t take her into my bedroom where I spent my childhood hating myself. This version of myself is new, so I take her to the guest bedroom and lay her on the wooden sleigh bed. But shepushes me away and springs up off the bed, rushing out, “Need to pee.”
“Do it on me.” I step in front of her. “Mark me as yours, and then I’m doing the same. You belong to me—heart, body, soul, mind. All of it.”
I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom. I turn the shower on, allowing the water to heat while I undress her. Every inch of skin revealed is welcomed home by my lips. She’s gentler now as she copies me. I have to bend my knees so she can reach, but as soon as Hana presses her lips to my chest, it’s like I’ve been reborn.
All births are messy, filled with screams and blood before the wave of peace. This isn’t any different as I lead her under the spray then lower to my knees. Combing her fingers through my hair, she tilts my head back then slowly lifts her leg over my shoulder.
The warm water rains down my face, dripping onto my chest as I wait for her to anoint me as hers. I massage up her leg to lay my hand flat on her stomach then slowly push in when she doesn’t move. “Do it. I want to be yours, and I only want you to dirty me.”
Her fingers tighten in my hair as she grits, “You are not dirty. You are my strength and companion.”
The trickle starts slow, so I apply more pressure to her stomach to increase the force. Her thighs shake as the warm liquid washes down my chest. I grip her waist, pulling her to squat over my twitching dick.
“Clever girl,” I moan. “Get daddy’s dick warm.”
She whimpers. She, this woman with blood on her hands, whimpers for me while I’m on my knees.
I stroke my dick through the stream as the steam rises around us. I bite into the inside of her knee to ground myself,to stop myself from coming as she finishes. Curling my fingers around her nape, I pull her into me and softly kiss her.
Hana tries to lower to her knees, but I shake my head and then straighten to my full height. She allows me to move her so she’s under the showerhead. “Turn around, baby. Let me see your tight ass that’s just mine.”
Doing as she’s told, she turns, flattens her hands on the wall, then looks at me over her shoulder. I soften my voice as I lightly slap her ass. “Pull your cheeks apart.” When she does, I praise, “Good girl. One day, I’m going to stretch this tight hole, see how much piss you can carry for daddy.”
I grip my dick, squeezing in the middle for relief before the stream begins. She moans as the warmth trickles over her ass, running down her legs, the heating water washing it away. When I’m done, I kiss her shoulder and pull her up to stand. She hugs my forearms so they’re tightly around her waist and says, “Animals do that, you know?”
“Hmm, they do.” I rest my cheek on top of her wet hair. “They do it to mark their territory, scare off predators, and so they know where home is. Why do you think I wanted you to mark me like this?”
Her laugh is all air as she leans against my chest and closes her eyes.
“Next time, you’re going to do it for longer,” I whisper. “You’ll watch me get hard without you touching me, and then you’ll be a good girl for me and ride me.”
She leans into my chest and hugs my arms tighter. “Next time?”
“Tomorrow,” I say, my voice coming out stronger. “And the day after that. Every day after that.”
We’ll leave this place to find somewhere just ours, escape the memories, questions, and deaths we needed to become whole.
I clean us both without moving her away then carry her out of the shower to the bed, uncaring about the water dripping from our bodies.
There’s a new lightness in her eyes as she watches me and drops her legs open. I take in her body with the sunlight streaming through the windows. The little freckles under her tits are going to be surrounded by my bites, the scars on her body rewritten, and the smile on her face will never leave.
She lightly kicks my thigh with an accusation. “You said your name was Jamie.”
“Auguste. I didn’t want to be him with you, so I lied.” I hold her knee and press my apology into her skin. “You showed me parts of myself I never knew were there and gave life to the ones I thought had died. Whatever name I go by is yours. Whatever I am is yours.” I slowly kiss a path up her body until I reach her lips. Cupping her cheek, I reverently trace the freckles under her eyes as I whisper against her lips, “You made me, Hana.”
I kiss her with the gratitude of a man who’s found his place in life after years of aimless wandering, and she kisses me back just as passionately.
“I made you,” she whispers into my mouth.
“Yeah, baby.” I push my knee between her thighs. “Rub your pretty cunt on daddy’s thigh. Show me how much my clever girl needs me.”
Planting her feet on the bed, she lifts her hips and holds my sides then grinds down. I softly trail my lips across her freckles as I brush her wet hair away from her face. I stroke her face with my knuckles as I beg, “Who am I?”
