Natasha: The First Hybrid

CHAPTER 10 : Make Me Forget

"How'd you find me?" I question Torrin. My head turns slightly to analyze him. He looks everywhere but me, his hands on the back of his head as he looks up at nothing in particular. I watch as he blinks a few time, probably thinking about something else. After he picked me up from the outside of Goldville clan, he bought us a room in some cheesy motel. The motel only has one bed and I'm kind of afraid of sleeping on it since the room looks... dirty.

It's four in the afternoon and it's still raining, no sign of the sun anywhere. I'm beginning to think it's not the Gods causing this storm, but Satan himself, Rahul. It has to be him. "The bond." Torrin finally says, breaking his silence. "That's how I found you." My eyes roam over his bare chest. As usual, he didn't have a shirt on.

"I keep forgetting we're bonded by blood," I whisper. All I wanted to do was talk, to get my mind off of Claire. "Did you see me kill those people?"

Torrin closes his eyes. "Only flashes of it happening. Terrifying and uncalled for it you ask me." He says.

A dry chuckle leaves my lips. "I'm such a monster." Torrin doesn't say anything. "Ah, this is the part where you tell me I'm not a monster."

Torrin shrugs. "If I tell you that, then I'll be lying. And one thing I never do is lie." He states, his eyes still close. "You're a monster Natasha, deal with it."

Standing up to my feet, my arms fall to my side. He's right. "Whatever Torrin." Waking to the small mini fridge, I pull out a bottle of soda. An idea comes to mind. "Let's play a game," I suggest.

Torrin doesn't open his eyes. "You know for someone who is as old as time, you're very childish." He tells me, licking his lips. Opening the soda, I take a sip. "No Natasha, I don't want to play any games. I'm much too mature for games."

Setting the soda down on the table, my head shakes. "Not mature, just boring. Like, come on Torrin, when was the last time you laughed or had... fun. Don't tell me you don't believe in fun."

"I don't believe in fun." He says blankly. "Now please stop taking, I'm trying to get as much sleep as possible before we get back on the road. And if I have any more nightmares, try not to get inside of my head." I smirk, falling gracefully on the bed next to him and sink into the pillows before straddling his hips. His eyes snap open and he goes to sit up, but I push him back down. "What are you doing Natasha?"

My shoulders move up, shrugging. "You know, having some fun."

Moving my hand to touch his face, he quickly captures it. "Get off or I'll fuckin punish you."

I smirk. "Punish me then Torrin," I say seductively. Torrin visibly gulps and pauses for a second. He looks everywhere on my face and then his eyes fall on my lips. "Do it, you know you want to." Torrin's eyes close as he has an eternal battle with himself. "Fine, I'll do it." Kissing his lips, Torrin kisses me back. His hands come up to my neck and hair as he pulls me closer.

He stops kissing my lips and moves to my jawline, neck, and collarbone. Kissing every inch of my body, I hear as his heart beats fast in his chest.

His hands instantly flip me over violently. He buries his head into my neck and his hands rove all over my body. Our breathing then becomes rough and fast. "This is wrong." He says while kissing my chest. "Mmmh." Is what comes out my mouth as my head falls back in pleasure. His hand comes up to my bra and doesn't attempt to undo the strap. He grabs the middle and yanks. I hear the fabric rip and gasp at what he just did.

That was unexpected

Torrin looks down at my breast before he stops. He looks up at me, different emotions flashing in his eyes. "This was a mistake." He says getting off me. Torrin paces around the room, his hand on his head. "Why would you make me do that?!" He shouts causing me to sigh. "All you do is cause havoc. It's like you're trying to kill me."

My eyebrows raise and I quickly rise to my feet. "Woah, let's get something straight. I'm not killing you, you're killing yourself!" I shout back. "Stop fighting yourself and do what you want for once in your life."

Torrin pulls at his hair, groaning in frustration. He looks everywhere, but at me. "You're a disgusting thing. All you know how to do is annoying me."

"Really? Then why do you have a hard-on?" I remark. Torrin looks down and gulps. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He quickly dashes towards the bathroom, making sure to slam the door shut. "Exactly," I say smirking. After a couple of minutes, I hear the shower start.

Smirking to myself, each step I take towards the bathroom a piece of clothing comes off. Once I'm completely naked, I open the door to the bathroom. Quietly moving the shower curtain, I step inside the shower feeling the cold water splash my body a bit. Torrin's back is facing me as his head leans on the shower wall.

My lips part as I inhale deeply, the site was a turn on for me. The water drips down his hair softly and slowly make their way to his body and the perfect abs he has. Torrin's butt is round and firm. It looks like it jiggles too. I almost chuckle at the thought of his butt jiggling. "Get out of the shower Natasha." I hear Torrin mutter.

"How come? It's saving water."

Torrin turns his head, looking at me. His eyes wander all parts of my body. "You know why. Now out, the smell of you is giving me a headache."

"I don't think that's what's giving you a headache." I move forward. "You knew I was in the bathroom, since before I even close the door. Why are you just now saying something?"

Torrin sighs. "Didn't your girlfriend just dump you again. Go focus on that."

I'll admit it, him saying that kinda did hurt. I was trying to forget Claire, not think about her. Especially not now. "That was low, even for you Torrin."

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well that's what you get for giving me a--"

"Hard on," I said interrupting him.

Torrin glares at me, before grabbing a hold of my neck. "That's not what I was going to say." He says lowly. "I was going to say a headache."

He's so close that I doubt he even notices. He slams me to the wall, his grip still on my neck. "Stop fighting," I whisper as several emotions flash through his eyes.

Torrin bites down on his lips, his face inching towards mine. "Stop telling me what to do." He whispers. And then finally, he kisses me again. "I hate you." He mumbles, still kissing me. Our lips fit perfectly as if they were meant for one another. Our bodies press against each other and my hands move to the back of his neck, pulling him in. Torrin's grip on my neck tightens and he growls in the kiss as I whimper in pleasure.

He bites down on my lip and begins kissing my neck. I hop up and wrap my legs around his hips. On instinct, Torrin places his hands on my tights keeping me up as my back pressed against the bathroom wall. I feel his bulge against my core, causing a chill to go down my spine.

"I hate you too," I mumble. He reaches for my breast with one hand, squeezing my hard n****e with his two fingers. He sucks on it, causing a moan to escape my mouth.

"You like that huh?" Torrin asks taking my n*****s out his mouth. I nod my head, waiting for his next move. His hand moves down to his manhood and he jerks it upwards for a couple of seconds, before placing it at my entrance. His blue eyes look down at me and his lips touch mine once again, harshly this time. Without warning, he plunges into me and I scream, my nails digging into his back. That first thrust felt so f*****g good. Everything I had imagined it would be. Fiercely hot, and monstrous. He plunges into me over and over, causing me to moan uncontrollably. My pulse is thundering in my ears, pushing us until we matched both in rhythm.

Torrin squeezes my ass, before giving it a hard slap. He grips my neck again, forcing me to look him in the eyes as he f***s me. My hips raise at the sensation and I scratch at his back. My jaw clenches at his hardness and pace. Torrin never slows down, only goes faster. My mind focuses on the way he swells inside me, the way his fingers dig into my thighs, the way his hot skin presses against mine. "Is this what you want?" His voice is a croak. The hand on my breast tightens painfully.

"Yes." I moan, my t**s bouncing with the rhythm. The muscles of his arms and torso flex along with the motion. Dark excitement flared in his eyes as he hears me moan his name. "Torrin."

If possible his manhood grows harder, his hips pick up speed. I spread my legs wider so he can go deeper, gripping his ass to help as well. His manhood hits a spot that makes my whole body clench. "You almost there?" He asks, referring to my climax and I nod. His thrusts grow faster, less coordinated.

Torrin's eyes are unfocused as he slams into me, his slippery fingers rubbing my c**t so hard I couldn't make sense of anything. His breathing laborers, as his thrust gets sloppy. Tension builds, deep at my core and coil up, arousal mounting inside until finally, without warning, our climax charges up and we lose control. "f**k!" We both grunt at the same time. I sense everything, this immense magnetic field between us. Electricity. My muscles go rigid as Torrin's hips jerk wildly and he explodes hard inside me.

He angles my hips and sinks it even deeper, so his pulsing manhood fills me up with c*m. "Give me all of it." I encourage him and he does. Torrin's head collapses on my shoulders as he slowly puts me down. My legs feel close to giving up on me. Our bodies quiver in aftershocks, my mouth dry as I try to catch my breath.

He pulls himself out of me, before cupping my face. "You need to learn boundaries, Natasha." He tells me. "What just happened, will never happen again."

I smirk, holding onto the shower wall for support. "You mean just like how you said, you'd never f**k me because I'm old enough to be your grandma's mom?" I resort back.

He glares at me, before shutting off the water. "I'm going to sleep. Stay away from me." He says, getting out the shower and walking away.

"Never gonna happen," I mumble. Especially not after what happened today. I bite the inside of my cheeks, feeling his hot seed, stream down my legs. Sitting on the tub floor to give myself a second, a smirk plays at my lips. "I'm gonna be sore forever."

Opening the water again, I wash myself before getting out the shower. "Utero meo, defendat, custodiat facie ejus." I chant looking at myself in the mirror. This spell is basically a pregnancy blocker. Since I'm a hybrid, I can't have kids. It would physical be too much for both me and the child, that's why it's best that I do the spell. Plus having a child is a big step, one that I'm not ready to take.

Thunder crashes outside, and the bathroom darkens. It is briefly illuminated by a flash like a strobe light. Hearing the sound of Torrin yelling, I quickly wrap a towel around my body and run towards him. Torrin lays on the ground, clutching his head. His eyes glowing bright silver, as he makes out words I don't know the meaning to. "Έρχεται, Eρχεται, Eρχεται." Bending down to touch him, he catches my hands. "Έρχεται, Eρχεται, Eρχεται." He repeats.

"Torrin I don't understand what you're saying," I tell him, trying to get through to him. But he only keeps yelling the same words. "Torrin calm down."

Suddenly he stops, tears brimming against his eyes. "He's killed a God." He whispers. "And he's coming." Torrin's eyes close. "For you." He passes out and my eyes widen.

"Rahul is coming."