She took a deep breath. "Okay. I miss you, Kai. And I love you. Please try to come home as soon as you can."
"I will," I agreed. "And honestly, I might just have to skip school tomorrow," I added, recalling it would be Monday. Shit, what a ridiculously long weekend. Longest ever. I wasn't sure I'd believe someone claiming that so much could happen in such a short period of time, were it not for experiencing it myself. "Not sure I can deal with normal life right now."
Serenity sighed. "Yeah, actually, I think I'll just call in sick for work myself. I need to spend time with you. Maybe we can make a trip to the mall or something, just me and you, and hang out together. Or we can stay home if you want. I just need to be with you really bad."
"I know," I agreed, realizing I felt the same way. Realizing that how I felt about Serenity was tugging me out of my numbness and apathy. "And we'll sleep together tonight, okay?" I added.
She made a happy noise. "Okay," she replied, almost sounding timid.
"Love you!" Gabriella called out. "Please don't wait too long to come home."
"Love you too," I replied sincerely to my fiancΓ©. "Bye for now. Love you both."
They both said a final farewell, and then I hung up.
Taking a deep breath, still completely naked and feeling no need to put anything on, I walked over to Ms. Miriam's bed, setting my phone down on a lamp table, and then climbed into the massive structure. I then carefully laid down next to her unconscious form, gently pulling her silk covered body into my arms so that she was between me and the doorway, allowing me to keep an eye on anyone coming into the room, with her not rousing at all from my slow movements.
I then just held her in my arms, unsurprised when Gwen made an appearance only a few minutes later, likewise still naked.
"Do you need anything?" she whispered, walking right up to the bed. "You are still welcome to use me, if you need to fuck. I'll do everything in my power to pleasure you. And you may be as rough as you desire."
I took a deep breath, not looking at her face at all, just staring at her muscular thighs, examining her thick silky fur starting in the middle, sincerely contemplating her offer. I also noticed a spot where her midnight fur was a bit glossy and clumped together on her lower thigh, recalling that had been where Ms. Miriam placed her wet hand after fisting the maid.
I then spoke.
"If you have nothing else you need to attend to, then please stay close," I finally said. "I'll fuck you in a little while. Once I feel a little more confident that I can control myself," I added, deciding to be honest, since she could catch traces of my thoughts anyway.
She nodded. "As you wish," she replied, giving a little curtsey and then carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, resting one leg flat on the blanket to angle herself toward me, her other hooved foot on the floor.
Neither of us spoke then, and my mind began to wander, thinking of all kinds of random things, mostly remembering thoughts that I'd had earlier in the day. Because my unmistakable death and resurrection were sort of like waking up from a bad dream, and being confused about where you were upon rousing, needing a few seconds to remember where you were.
Except, for me, it felt like I was remembering my old self, with distant memories feeling very real while my most recent experiences felt hazy, almost as if I couldn't remember the difference between what happened earlier today, versus what was just a dream.
At least I hadn't forgotten my sexual experiences, but I was only now beginning to really remember all the little details, regarding the offer Ms. Miriam had made to me, as well as how she planned on dealing with the black rock, and the fact that it had a curse on it meant to kill me, and so much more.
"Yes," Gwen unexpectedly whispered. "It was something my mistress considered in passing, prior to falling asleep. The fact that you died and resurrected - the fact that you've become something so powerful upon coming back to life - has caused her to wonder if the death curse was meant to kill you...for your benefit. To force you to become what you now are."
"And what am I?" I wondered seriously, still having no clue as to who might have been responsible for putting that dangerous curse on the stone.
"I don't know," Gwen replied honestly. "Your presence is filling me with more power than I've experienced before, something that only Imp Lords can do to someone like me. And yet, you are not an Imp Lord." She chuckled a little then, seeming to lighten up a bit. "And you're giving me so much
control
. I don't even have my, umm, butt plug inside me, and yet I'm able to regulate my temperature on my own. Because of you."
I nodded, already being aware. Because I did feel a link between us.
A link that existed because I felt her presence, and immediately claimed her, the exact moment that I regained consciousness back in the room I died in. And since then, she'd had access to some of the power simmering inside of me, because she was mine.
"But you can't be an archdemon either," she continued. "I mean, you did kind of look like one when you were really big, but you have traits that such a being wouldn't have. Like existing without a physical heart."
I simply shrugged in response.
"They also don't drink blood," she added quietly. "Or at least, not to heal."
Of course, Ms. Miriam and I had already discussed the subject a bit, about how I was sort of a Frankenstein of supernatural creatures, on a genetic level. But that such magic to actually do that level of modification had long since been lost.
Honestly, I felt like finding out what my mother truly was might shed light on some of the mystery, and maybe even allow it all to make sense, but at this point contemplating didn't help much, since there was nothing we could really do until I could hear the message on that stone and hope it offered some clues.
Sighing, I then recalled Ms. Miriam's offer again, as well as how hard I'd made her cum, just prior to shit hitting the fan and us all almost dying.
Gwen replied to my unspoken thoughts, even though I really wasn't trying to ask right now.
Answering a question that I had
intentionally
refused to mention when I'd first thought of it.
"You have to understand," she whispered quietly, proceeding cautiously even though she knew I didn't want to talk about it. "Sex has been an everyday part of her life for thousands of years. She's lived almost every day of her life fucking whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and the activity itself serves to feed her, entertain her, and give her life meaning. Never mind the fact that she siphons off energy to keep the barrier sustained." She paused to let that sink in, before getting to her point. "So expecting her to just stop that all entirely is expecting a lot. And it would be a lot for
anyone
in her situation. It would be a million times harder than a smoker kicking the habit." She sighed. "If my mistress is bored, she doesn't watch TV, she finds someone to fuck. If my mistress is hungry, she sometimes visits the kitchen to eat, and sometimes visits the kitchen to fuck her chef. Or to fuck one of the hired help. And that's been her life basically
forever
. Truly forever, compared to how long you've been alive."
I tried not to let her words bother me, but there was a reason why I hadn't asked this question outright. A reason why I hadn't asked Ms. Miriam myself earlier when I'd first thought of the subject.
Gwen continued, her tone more gentle. "I wouldn't dare presume to know what my mistress will or won't do, but I also feel I should speak the truth. That such an expectation should be perceived as unreasonable, given how she's lived her life for thousands of years now."
I found myself incrementally tightening my embrace on the short woman in my arms without realizing it. Because she was mine.
"You can expect that of me though," Gwen unexpectedly said quietly, her tone almost somber. "My mistress and her daughter Rebecca, as well as Rebecca's now deceased biological mother, are the only three people I've ever had sex with. I've never fucked a man - only watched occasionally - and once you fuck me, you'll be the first and only male who has." She paused. "I can't deny my mistress, and would like to still be able to share intimacy with Rebecca, but it seems like you don't mind any of that. So you can place those expectations on me. Your cock will be the only one to claim me."
Oddly enough, while I felt like I
would
be claiming her with my cock, the moment I grabbed her and fucked her, I didn't feel like all the cocks that had been in Ms. Miriam had anything to do with her being claimed.