CHRONICLES OF AADYA

Episode Thirty-seven

AADYA

I gasped when his two fingers drew out of me. He begin to trace dull kisses along my jawlines "You can relax now" He whispered, brushing his lips on my earlobe and then he started up again, pressing kisses along my shoulder.

"I want to have you on a mattress. To have myself dwell deep in your chamber where no one else can" And then he kissed my belly before rising to glance at me "Right now you look rather ravaged to contain what I desire to unleash on you" His breaths enchanting against my lips.

Aroused by his words, my eyes begin to travel down his body until they rested on the head of his hardened shaft and a colourless fluid bursts as though he had sensed my eyes on him or perhaps he did.

He took hold of it and his thumb pressed the tip. My breathing begins to pick up. He goes to trace his fingers between my thigh and a gasp escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered to his face at the jolt of pleasure that surged through my body.

Al's fingers lingered for a while before he returned them to his shaft, fingers coated with my release. He kept teasing himself for a while until he wrapped his long large finger around his c**k. He breathes out a deep throaty groan as he starts to move his hand up and down along his c**k at a quick pace.

The more he stroke himself watching me, the more I feel the throbbing between my legs. I whimper, my heartbeats accelerating and my lips go parch, and the more he watches me get unravelled by his act, the more he is being pushed into a high that he now can't escape. His eyes filled with blaze as they overflowed with pleasure and my body shook with each groan he made.

His eyes begin to darken, and a needy groan slipped as he worked his hand along his shaft. He whined, his body shuddering slightly above me. His unmistakable sound of heavy inhale and exhale filled the woods taking over its rhythm.

The silvery moonlight outlined his massive figure atop me. His chest heaved up and down with every deep breath he took, sweats glimmering as small beads of it falls off the sheen layer of his body to my chest.

He found his release, white stripes spurts from his c**k, all over his palm and my thighs as a broken growl of my name was let out like a rumble that vibrated through me, shaking the ground beneath us.

His heartbeat was erratic as he leans his big frame on me. His breath busted hard and humid against my throat. I wrapped my arms around him as he buried his face into my neck.

He lay quiet, only the voice of our hearts could be heard as silence came into the atmosphere.

Our bodies melded into one for a while before he lifts off and his hand pushed beneath me and he pulls me onto him. My breast flattens against him.

“Aadya,” he says in a quiet whisper. His face moves to my hair and he sniffs. His right arm stirs to my side, fingers slowly tracing the scar buried there. “Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I am a part of you as much as you're a part of me. Together, we shall fight our way through life” He tells, fingers not leaving their dwelling.

I smile against his chest, and his fingers stilled for a moment—then started again.

After a while, he murmured “Thank you for sharing this precious bond with me. I'm forever yours”

I embrace the comfort, closing my eyes “The scars,” I say before opening my eyes “They were unleashed on me by my father”

It's the first time I'm ever talking about these scars. Gazing at the magnificence that shone above us all I wish is to share the origin of the scars with him. Because I want to show myself to him, to stand bare and feel safe. To improve the bond we share, because this moment with him is the most intimate one I’d ever had with anyone.

"My mother's death caused Father to explode with rage. And I became the receival of his cruelty” I feel his heart rise and fall but he uttered no word.

“He would whip me nearly to death without getting a moment of rest. He upheld, whipping me for several months. Eventually, the entire dungeon began to stink like a butcher shop. Full of my body waste and decaying vomit. Though at some point, he got tired and would just settle there by the corner taking a break. The smell of the drink he'd settle to sip always come off so nasty that my entire body would respond, and then I would realise that I was still alive"

"And then he stopped coming to the dungeon. A long time passed without him coming down to the dark, cold and stinky dungeon, he might have thought that at that point, I was as good as dead. I did think the same. And when he finally came down the dungeon, he just covered me with a few hays. He might have thought I was dead. Yet every time he checked, I was still breathing. In the end, he left me, so I do finally stop breathing for good. But I just wasn't dying. Perhaps, he was just too foolish of a scared man to actually do the job of killing me himself"

I stopped, his fingers had already stilled against the scar. He didn't say anything, and when I thought he is going to maintain the silent— “You’re safe with me”

That single utterance might have been the sole thing my heart needed to eradicate the agony of the incident from my memories. Al offering me the news about my mother’s existence had ravaged my heart, bringing back memories her death had bitterly forced me to live through. These memories I have only now shared with him who is one with my heart. He never uttered another word or even react in any way, but it doesn't matter because I could feel the change in his heart’s voice. The rhythm was of a different sort, and that kind offered me harmony, solacing as we look at the same sky. Naked.

A day shall come when I will be ready to embark on the journey to visit the one I had called mother.

We had only anchored when Bellamy summoned Al. It is the foremost I'm seeing him since we arrived here and I had just noticed I did miss his kind of person “Go have your bath. I shall be back” Al says to me and I nod before he starts proceeding to meet Bellamy who waved at me with a smile.

I was near to divert in the route of the house when I glimpse Gunnar running into the woods with another. I open my mouth to call on him though ceased as his form faded away into the shadow of the night.

“Brother” I hear Callen call as I walk into the house before he laid eyes on me “You... where is Alisdair?” He asks and his eyes shift to another entrance as Rudina made her way in.

I tilt my head “He’s with Bellamy” I tell him turning to Rudina with an apological look as I only just recall she had pledged to orient me on how to prepare the soup I asked for “I'm sorry I wasn't here for the cooking” admitting my mistake.

She smiles. She is always smiling “It's alright. Come along” She urged me while Callen tried not to look in our path. “I did wait for you”

I'm not certain if I was shaken hearing that but I was certainly grateful she had waited. “Then, I will make my bath quick,” I say.

“Why bath again? I was told you had left with Alisdair, which is likely that he’d take you to the river”

“Yes... Uhh,” I feel a spark erupt through my body as the image of him struck my brain “I only...”

“You smell him. I already know, Callen probably sensed it, that was the reason he was straining not to look at you”