The Last Celestial

The Unknown

Carrying the unconscious teen in his arms, Timothy went against the crowd.

Dozens of onlookers came and wanted to see where the blast came from. Locals came in one by one, talking about how the steel roof on their homes clang and banged and how the windows opened and shut. Some locals cried how their kids got carried away by a strong gush of wind.

"Move aside, move!" He roared against the crowd.

A lot of people were still coming by the beach and it gets harder and harder for him to squeeze in, specially since he was carrying Andrew on top of his shoulder. The boy isn't a lightweight, that's for sure. One wrong push and the two of them would fall on the ground.

The sound of tires screeching against the road closeby had some locals gasping from afar. Even from that distance, Timothy can recognize that panicked filled voice.

"Andrew!" He heard Dah screamed out of the window as he drives the SUV like a madman. "Don't worry, uncle Dah is here!"

The crowd gasped when the car was just a few feet away from them before the driver hit the breaks. Slowly, they gave way to the taller male who was painstakingly carrying the boy in his arms. "Hurry." Timothy winced, feeling his knees give up on him. The adrenaline rush he had before went down and slowly he can feel pain on every part of his body.

Dah rushed out of the car to aid his friend. He placed his hand under Andrew's armpit, placed himself into a squat position and lifted the boy up to place him on top of his shoulders. With quick steps and a sturdy pace of breath, Dah was able to open the car door and gently lay Andrew on the back seat.

After shutting the door, Dah made his way into the driver's seat and was ready to drive back. He grabbed the cars keys, and started the engine. However, when he looked back he saw Timothy was still standing, as if he's waiting for some type of help.

Dah stared at the man across him in utter disbelief. His eyes were twitching and his mouth was slightly gaping. "What the hell are you doing standing there?!" He screamed, his head popping out from the car window. Run as fast as you can and get your ass in here!"

Closing his eyes and arching his neck up until his face was upward and staring up at the sky. He groaned then loudly sighed. "I'm hurt too you, know." Was his reply as he walks to the car lazily.

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Hands roam back and forth to soft smooth skin. He arched his neck as the woman moved on top of him. Their lust filled activity began almost instantly. He met the woman drinking in a bar alone. One thing led to something else and soon the two of them were drinking one shot and another. Their eyes met, the distance between their faces getting smaller and smaller, and then, their lips touched. That alone was enough to create a spark.

The ride to the woman's apartment wasn't that long. After paying for the cab, they were instantly on each other's arms again. Frenzied and passionate kisses, fingers' gripping on each other's exposed or clothe covered skin, nails scratching and trailing every curve and juncture of each other's eager and heated body. Clothes were discarded in mere seconds, and as they feast on each other's nudity, they're once again focused with the idea of bringing each other to the highest euphoria known to man.

"What's your name?" The woman moaned as she moves her hips slowly. Her delicate fingers crawled from his stomach up to his chest. She rubbed the palm of her hands in circles, massaging the man's soft skin. "I need to know your name."

The man gazed upon the woman's body and touched her ample breast. He squeezed it lightly then rubbed his finger against her n****e earning a soft moan. "Knowing my name will lead to consequences."

The woman laughed and was utterly amused. "I'll take my chances." She whispered against his ears.

Her breath was warm against his cheeks and it made his eyes close in the sheer sensation. The woman stood up, and his member slid out her. She nudged him to move and then she laid on the bed, her legs were wide open... inviting him to come.

He slides both hands under the woman's milky thighs, his palms on her shins, and then he pushed forward until her's thighs touched her chest. He aligned his shaft against her entrance, he moved his hips foward but then the woman covered herself. "Your name..." She teased with a smile. "And I want to know your real name. Not your alias."

The man sighed and something sparked in his eyes. Bluish eyes turned to dark, it happened so fast the woman was not able to catch it. "Emir... Emir Adiran."

The woman bit her lips and smiled. "Mine is Kamilla."

She removed her hand from her entrance and let the man named Emir take charge. Emir started out slow, trying to find the position that's comfortable enough for him to speed up, and when he did, he thrusts in faster, deeper and it elicited the most deliciously lustful moan from Kamilla.

"Faster!" The woman screamed, voice all hoarse while her eyes remains shut, gratifying herself with such deep satiric abyss.

It wasn't enough, Emir thought. More. Kamilla's loud and strong moans aren't enough, the clawed mark on his back. Every twitch from pleasure, every writhe and groans. He wasn't satisfied. He needs to hear more, see and feel more.

He pulls out from Kamilla's completely, subsequently removing the hands from her shins. In a snap of a finger, Emir's arms were around Kamilla's waist, pulling the woman closer to him until his slick chest touched her bossom.

"Can you..." Emir slurred out the request, and immediately, she lifts her hips a little until she can feel the head of Emir's c**k aligning with her entrance. The woman nudged down slowly until she sheathed Emir's member completely, her face contortions with the familiar pleasure. He began to move once more. Hard, fast and rough. Automatically, Kamilla wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her chapped lips parts as she moans in utter bliss.

"So good... You're so good..." The woman moaned, her fingers fumbling Emir's hair. The man didn't answer the praise, instead he pushed Kamilla back in place, and the woman's sweaty back against the mattress once more.

With a scream, Kamilla came first. She arched her back and closed her eyes. All she could see if white, and after a few more thrust, Emir followed.

"That was good... so f*****g good..." Kamilla said with a grin, still drowning in her post-s****l release. And with a knowing sneer, Emir replied with an "It's great that I satisfied you."

Wanting to cuddle, the woman pulled down the man beside her, but was pushed back instead. "What's wrong?" She said as she prompted herself against the matress. "Leaving so soon?"

The man chuckled and shook his head. "I am."

The woman felt anger and disappointment then and there. She felt like a w***e whose left out after a good f**k. "Why don't you stay?" She asked, hoping that he will. However the man stood straight and looked pissed off.

"Don't talk, while I'm being nice... it's going to cost you." He warned, again his eyes glowed red against the darkness. This time, Kamilla caught it.

The woman gasped. She covered her mouth and was utterly in shock. "Emir... your eyes..."

The man immediately walks towards the naked woman laying on the bed. His eyes were filled with fury. And his nose flared, his mouth contorted into a frown. Upon the darkness, the handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes looked like a demon, as the angel she met at the bar was nothing more but a mere illusion.

"Emir... you're scaring me." The woman fidgeted and tried to wiggle her way to the edge of her bed. But then the man grabbed a hold of her ankle, wrapping his strong fingers tight then pulled. He pulled her close until there were facing each other.

"I told you didn't I..." He said out loud, almost screaming. "...knowing my name will cost you." He lets go of the frightened woman, only to grab her by the neck. He stretched his arms and walked backwards until he dragged the poor woman with him.

Kamilla screamed and called for help, her tears falling from her eyes and streaming down to her cheeks. "Help! Someone, please!" She shouted as she kicks and punched the man. Soon air was leaving her system and her vision begins to blur. She tried to push him away but he was too strong.

"This is your reward..." The man opened his mouth and sucked the life out of the Kamilla. Her body flailed and flinched as her skin dries out---the remaining life inside her was stolen.

He dropped the woman on the ground, and only skin, hair and bones remain. This is the only way to extend his life. He transformed himself back, and then swiftly got out of the woman's apartment unnoticed.

This time, he's not the one to give favors, but to get back what was his. The Undying man is not invincible anymore, he needs Golind to move. And he needs to move fast.