Bad Boy Romance: Bad Marine (Bad Boy Military Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy New Adult Contemporary Male Stories) (3 page)

I have been lustful, violent, and possessive, the man declared. A warmth crept back into the landscape, and the environment began to assume a glow similar to the escaping lights on an apple grove at dusk. The colors were all saturated, and a deep sobriety provided a foundation on which the man and I walked. I reached over and cupped his penis, leaning in to kiss him on the arm. I held his hand, and we walked together through the orchard, the sun setting behind our path.

For a long while, the man and I walked in the forest. I saw his features shift between steadfast and confident, and melancholy and self-reflective. I thought about whether or not I could love him, and images of our sexuality flashed before my mind.

“It leads to a child,” he respond plainly – as though my thoughts were completely transparent to him.

“You would become impregnated by my seed and would carry a child from one realm into the other. The child will be gifted and troubled; such is the way that these things go. The process has been done before and will be done again in the future.”

He spoke in such a matter-of-fact tone that I wondered if there was any passion or intimacy left within him at all.

I let his hand fall to his side and held my own hand over my heart.

I wasn’t wearing any clothes; though, I did wear a cape that was dyed as rich as the night sky and had about as many shimmering lights. I felt the fabric with my bow hand. The texture was like that of a pool of ink; there was hardly anything there at all, and yet, it was thick and warm as anything I have ever been covered with.

The edges of the cloak fluttered around my feet as we walked, and I thought I sounded like the flapping wing of a bird. An owl sounded off to our left, and I saw that my companion had resumed the shape of the faun. I placed my hand on his broad, muscular shoulder and felt the hard body beneath him. He was steadfast in his direction and walked forward with a sense that, if he and I only kept walking through the orchard, we would arrive at somewhere significant, and it was his responsibility to lead the way toward that place, wherever it might be.

I felt the stirrings of desire within me once more and let my hand trace along the curves of his shoulder, as it led into his bicep and down toward the crotch of his arm. I brought a deep drought of oxygen into my lungs and felt the cool of the night air on my throat and in my lungs. He was now a fawn, and his hooves took bold steps forward, striking through the air in a determined stride, placing a hoof onto the ground, and then repeating the stride once again. He was so determined to move forward through the night that he did not even look my way; he only lowered his head, so that the two horns that sprouted from either side of his brow led the way through the evening, challenging any imaginary forces to make their way forward, but knowing that, by his will, there would be no points of divergence.

The minutes grew into hours, and still, I was uncertain as to the amount of energy I had left. I began to grow tired and nearly slumped to the ground. My violin fell out of my hand, and when it struck the ground, it took root and became a tree. I watched, stunned, as the strings snapped and reassumed their shape as vines ascending a thick stalk. The tree grew and swelled in size until it became clear to me that the path we had been walking was circular in fashion, and the central point of this tree was swelling to overarch the scale of whatever groves might have been present after the tree reached its full capacity.

Before I could be conscious of what was taking place, I found myself on my companion’s back, holding on to those wonderfully broad shoulders with each hand, while he leapt, swung, and skidded down the side of the tree which had presented itself as our primary obstacle. Faeries of red and purple lights highlighted the hair around my face and whispered sweet promises of safety and retune as I drifted off to sleep. I began to lose grip, but the faeries bound my wrists and legs to the faun’s body, and the two of us continued our graceful controlled fall down the side of the tree.

“You have much to do in your life still, and this will serve as a return point for you, should you ever want to visit,” the creature promised.

“I just have one thing to ask of you,” he continued. “Imagine what life would be like as a mother, and then ask yourself if a vampire changeling is something that you can be responsible for.“

The wind soared past my hair, and his words brought me back to consciousness. I could feel a warmth between my legs which betrayed my hesitation, and I realized that my body was ready for the challenge, whether my mind was invested or not.

“That is an aspect of your nature,” the creature responded. “In order for this to work, you need to be one hundred percent invested. It can’t happen any other way.”

I thought for a moment about what my answer would be, and then decided, as the very words came out from between my lips,

“Yes.” I stroked his hair while watching it wave behind him during our blinding descent. “Yes, I am ready for that.“

The Night Hunter turned around at that point and held me in his arms. Our next point of impact was a massive jump that propelled us away from the body of the tree. While in midair, I felt him enter me; my vagina parting easily for his penis. Like the tree, he did not fuck me but instead held me close to his body. I felt a fire ascend from my anus, up toward the crown of my head, and I perceived that fire to be intimately bound with my lover. A halo appeared over both of our heads, and a tear fell down from my face. I pressed my cheek against his naked breast and took a deep breath, seeking out for the sound of his heartbeat.

The ejaculation was the strangest thing because it was in a slow and continuous outpour as opposed to contractive sprays of fertility. Rivulets of sperm fell away from our union, and my vagina absolutely sang with pleasure as each bead of semen pressed itself between the creature's firm cock and the smooth muscles of my pussy. I drew him into me, letting my uterus drink deeply of his seed, and I opened my mouth to kiss him. I received at first, nothing but the night air, but soon afterward, I found my mouth had met the mouth of my partner, and the warmth and fullness of our scents melded together on my palate.

Whether or not the initial fluid had actually been his sperm, I will never be certain, but when his penis actually started its contractions, I felt positively injected with virile seminal fluid. My vagina responded in kind with long pulls toward commitment and mutual union. I bit my lip, and my fingernails dipped into the same shoulders that had supported me during our fall. I could see the ground somewhere below us, rising up quickly to meet our bodies. His cock went deeper into my body, and I could feel the contractive pull of his testicles up toward our bodies, once, twice, four, seven, twelve, thirteen times, before winding down completely.

Each shot filled my vagina up with still more sperm, and by this point, the pearly sweet substance was dripping down my thighs and spiraling off into the atmosphere. I looked into my lover’s eyes, and as the two of us hit the floor, I saw peace and rest overtake my lover's face.

“Thank you.”, we mutually voiced to one another. We had done something important
– though, I had yet to understand the depth of that importance. The impact of the ground was stunning, but the effect was more like a sack of flour settling within a dust cloud. There is no rational reason why the fall should have not injured me, but it hadn’t.

There I was, asleep as I had before, alone next to a tree in the woods, my violin nowhere in sight. When I woke up, I wasn’t even upset to find that my instrument was gone. I looked at its absence as an aspect of my entire journey. When I arrived at the edge of the woods, I found that ivy had grown up and over my bicycle and that the paint on my previously existent functional transportation was now rusted and weathered with age. I walked over to the water’s edge and found that a face different than the one I remember greeted me from the water’s surface. If I had to guess, I would say that the face had aged approximately five years.

I moved forward through the landscape, bringing my bicycle along with me in a quiet form of reflection. I was doing my best to be silent and contemplative, but I ended up speaking to myself within ten minutes of my trek toward the center of the city. The topics covered a myriad of issues that I imagined myself to be facing – but I couldn't really be certain about anything, as I only knew that my face had changed, and not that actual years had passed me by. The overgrown wildlife could have been a trick by someone; surely this sort of thing only happened in fairy tales. I felt a pain in my abdomen, and I knew that the details of the exchange in my dream had been all too real.

Shivers ran up my spine, as I came to the realization that I carried within my uterus the genetic information of an alternate universe. I laughed. It was absurd to me that such a huge responsibility had been placed in my life. Of course, I had assumed the responsibility myself, so I couldn't scoff too deeply. That man, or monster, whatever it was; he seemed to be legitimately interested in loving me. How strange that I should be facing these second guessing moments of confusion. I reassured myself that most new brides, or perhaps newly impregnated mothers were usually anxious concerning the future that they’re about to bring into the world.

None of these justifications explained the perceived differentiation in time. By the time I got back to the road, I could tell that something wasn't right. The cars were all styled in a manner just shy of the norm that I recalled from my bike ride to the forest. A car slowed down along the side of the road and called out to me. They were concerned, because I had apparently stopped along the side of the road to stare in shock at the world in front of my eyes. The driver was a young man, similar to my own age. He called me "Ma'am". My suspicions had been verified. Nobody called me "Ma'am" before; especially not one of my peers.

I told the young man that I was out of breath, and asked for directions to the capital. I knew which way it was, and I suspect that he knew as well, but he obliged my request regardless. With a nod, I brought the conversation to a close, and resolved to not draw any further attention to myself.

The remaining distance to the center of the city was spent in silence. I had resolved not to think, act, or speak about any of the topics which threatened to swallow my consciousness whole. When I arrived at the capital, I turned down the familiar street, which led toward the co-op in which I lived. The building was gone; in its place was a massive high-rise structure with the word "DOMAIN" assembled boldly across the rooftops with neon block letters. I found myself with my jaw gaping once more. Time certainly had passed me by, and I could not account for the aging, which had taken place.

I still had a few dollars in my wallet, and my bike would be serviceable with a bit of effort. I had no food, and no place to stay, and what's more, I hadn't seen anyone that I knew. I couldn't quite place a finger on what had changed in my environment. It almost felt as though I had been taken into an entirely different world; one that only looked similar to the previous one. Deciding that I needed a place to sit, and come to terms with the changes that I found myself submerged within, I made my way to the University clock tower.

I used to climb the lonesome stairs of the tower between my classes, at the University. None of the other students followed, because the building itself was fourteen stories tall, and most of the other students didn't find it to be worth the effort. Occasionally, an enthusiastic track and field practitioner would climb the stairs in repeated sets, but they never opened the hatch on the top of the stairwell. I guess they were too preoccupied with conquering the floor to pay much attention to the ceiling.

The first reassuring sign that I discovered in my new life was that the rusted combination lock, which guarded the top of the clock tower, retained the same access code. A sigh of relief left my body, and I realized that all hope was not lost. Apparently, the only thing that had been lost was myself, and the city in which I lived did not pause in its development long enough to retain my memory of its nature. I thought about the experiences which I had been granted in the forest, and I realized that I had not been static either.

I looked out over the campus, and out beyond toward the familiar ocean view available at the edge of the metropolis. The ocean is unyielding toward the advances of civilization, and I took refuge in my two pillars of certainty; a rusted combination lock, and the expansive horizon of the Pacific. I had a deeply rooted source of anxiety in the realization that I was alone, homeless, and pregnant with the child of some inter-dimensional being. I didn't need a pregnancy test to verify that information for me. I would eventually seek one out, in a spasm of self doubt; generally speaking, women just know these things.

I had made a conscious decision to mate with the Night Hunter. The DNA of an extra-dimensional vampire was in my womb, and I had no idea how to move forward. I considered killing the creature, as well as myself, then and there. Fourteen stories is a long way to fall, and I seriously doubt I would survive. Whether it was motherly instinct, curiosity, or merely the will to live, I didn't jump. I had a destiny to face, and I needed to know whether or not I would face my task alone.

THE END

Stepbrother Romance

G.P. Joyner

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