White Bloodline

CHAPTER 3: Anemone

CHAPTER 3: THIRD EFFLORESCENCE

ANEMONE ~ Fading Hope

Meaning: Refusal, Abandonment, Forsaken, Estrangement, Expectation, Loneliness, Fading hope, Sickness.

I count nineteen white blossoms,

which would not be visible except for their wiry stems that catapult them,

above the grass like the last white pop of fireworks,

a toothed blast of leaf below.

It’s the Fourth of July, on the bank of Hinkson Creek, fifty years ago, the powder-

bitterness, the red combustion, my life,

since anemone means wind, means change,

no matter that I’ve been held all along in this thin twenty miles of atmosphere.

The wind’s disturbed the leaves,

rolled the waves, convincing enough.

Each star of a bloom is driven upward

almost against its small nature.

All it can do is hang on and die.

Still, it did want to go as high as possible,

for some reason,

to sway up there like an art object.

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“So what?” Amaranth challenges. “She might already be your wife, I can smell you on her, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have her.” Amaranth plants a kiss on the swell of my right breast, forcing a blissful moan to echoes from my mouth and through the closed room that the three of us are in.

The room feels tight. My nightgown feels too tight.

My lips part to mumble painfully, wanting nothing more but to get out of the uncomfortable feeling.

I keep asking Julius and Amaranth to help me out, but they are doing nothing but fighting with each other, ignoring me completely to be tormented alone with unformed tools. They both claw on each other, both looking fury about something. I fall to the floor when my legs can’t support me any longer as my breath becomes heavy and heavier by the seconds.

“....H-help....me....” I feel like something just release from my hold. I don’t know what exactly it is, but it makes both of the boys snap their heads directly at me.

“Catalia!”

“Sister!”

They are both by my side in a flash. Their eyes both hold concern, until bit by bit it turns to something to tempting to resist by them ─ lust.

I can feel Julius’ hands lifting me and places me between him and my brother with me facing Julius. Right away, Amaranth pulls my nightgown up to leave my body bare. I feel cold instantly, but it’s not as strong as before and being between two warm bodies help me recover fast. But that’s not all they can do. I can hear zippers being pulled down and them moving. Some things fall off on the background. And soon I can feel their complete arousal being pressed to my skin. They both feel so smooth on the surface, hard in the inside, and I just know what will happen next.

Julius enters me first, firm and straight. He plunges his c**k deep until he can’t go any further inside my hole, making me only want him more. I feel disappointed when Julius pulls away, but my longing is filled soon. By none other than Amaranth.

His is as big as Julius, nothing more than to rest inside my s*x. He inserts his c**k not a a want, but as a necessary deed that he must do to survive in living. His breaths become heavy and unsteady, staying inside me longer to enjoy the feeling of being in me for the very first time after the long wait.

Amaranth wants to stay longer if he could, but Julius wants his turn. I am surprise that Julius even let my brother f**k me after their fight. What has gotten into their heads? Whatever it is, though, I like it. I want them to stay like this, taking turns of being inside me and fulfill each of our desires.

When they have finish f*****g my hole, I get the instinctive initiative to part the lips of my vulva and let them f**k my p***y instead. They obey and take turns again to f**k me there, and it feels so good when they enter me. It’s not so pleasurable when Amaranth first takes the taste of being between the walls of my p***y rather than my hole, but it pain soon turns into a revisionary bliss that I never want to end.

Julius has his way better by licking my p***y before he fingers it. The feeling I have by now is unexplainable. The liquid that comes out from my p***y stains his fingers so bad, he even have to lick his fingers one by one just to clean it. I muffle in anticipation and frustration just to wait for him to be between my p***y. Julius grants my wish, and his deed is so grand to me, I don’t want him to stop.

Pain has inflicted in me and transformed to pleasure.

I want nothing more but to have the two of them f*****g me until we both die....

And go straight to Hell.

In our state right now, it is impossible for us to enter Heaven anymore. I’ve sinned. Julius has sinned. Amaranth has sinned. The rest of our family has sinned so deep, it’s impossible to find salvation when we are all in this never-ending wheel of pleasure and incest.

Before I pass out of being too satisfied by forbidden desire, I remember seeing a pink Almond, falling from its stem in a garden somewhere. Its petals have fallen one by one, and its head fell soon eventually.

It feels only minute has passed when I blink open my eyes again. I’m still in the same room, but both men have gone and leave me alone with....a new nightgown? This nightgown that I’m currently wearing is clearly much more expensive. It’s probably made of silk, a material that Madam Hane has forced me to remember. It has the color of the bright sky, blue and kind. But I can bet my entire life that there is no such thing as a kind intention of having the clothe backless and transparent.

I get up from where I am lying, my eyes scanning for only one girl. And that’s when my ears begin to function again.

Genevieve is screaming for help from the cell room. My hands instantly grab the handle, but it won’t budge. Someone has clearly locked it. A shadow comes from behind Genevieve, who is presently knocking the door as hard as I am, making her scream louder on the top pf her lungs. I bang the door harder, making nothing more but my palms bleeding because of how hard to hit them on the door. The shadow approaches my sister, who is screaming with tears now. With a rough yank, he pulls her back to him and has her in his hold. A cunning smile spread across his face, before he walks into the darkness of the cell room, blocking me from seeing Genevieve anymore. I can only do nothing more but beg for him to not hurt her and bang the door harder, making blood paints my other side of the door.

“No! Please! I will do anything. Just don’t hurt her. She’s just a little girl. Please, have mercy upon her. I will do anything you want, just don’t hurt her. Take me instead. I will take her place ─ anything to safe her,” I beg the man as desperate as I am.

Suddenly, I can’t hear Genevieve’s scream anymore. I begin to panic instantly. Has he....killed her?

No! That can’t be!

I bang the door harder than I ever before, letting my flesh colored in red despite how painful it feels against the hard door. If I can knock it down, then let my hands bleed till dry.

Footsteps of shoes sound clearer soon and I can finally hear the shrieking sound of the metal door. The cell room is open, and on the other side appears the man in black.

“Will you take her place as you said you would?” His voice sounds heavy, bashing, dry, voluming.

Like a demon. The dead. Or a monster.

Netherless, my answer is still the same.

“Then come on in,” he says, creaking the door open wide enough for me to step in.

I can see Genevieve lying peacefully on the floor. Genevieve. My dear sister. She’s still alive. I can feel tears starting to pour out from my eyelids.

Without hesitation, I walk in and pass the demon-like man.

I hear the metal door behind me being close, knowing that my chance of getting out is pretty slim. Even though of that, I still walk towards where my sister is sleeping soundlessly. I don’t care even if he hurt me. I only want Genevieve to survive.

Crooking a smile, I lower my legs to verge on her side. “Genevieve, oh darling, I finally─”

I stop dead sentence when my eyes start seeing blood on her clothes. My hands clinch to the fabric while my brain process the odd color on it. My heart goes numb when the stain seems to become bigger. Cold sweat soon covers my entire body as my eyes rested on my dead sister’s body.

“N-no....” I whimper lowly, breathless. “No. No, no, no, no! No! This can’t be happening. No! She’s not dead! She’s not dead! Genevieve, wake up, please!” I shake her shoulders even though I know that it’s useless. “Genevieve. No!” Tears rain down from my eyes uncontrolrablely. I pull her corpse into a hug, ignoring the blood the leaks from her body.

“Genevieve, you can’t die,” I whimper despite the fact that I know it’s useless. She has gone cold. Very cold. Like the torture room outside. There’s no more pulse on her veins no matter how many times I check it.

With a crude tub, I’m being yanked down to the floor so forcefully that it makes me let go of my hold on my little sister. My dear sister that he killed.

Still with tainted eyes that tears are beginning to dry, I look up to the murdering of my sister with rage.

“Don’t clung to her too much, or you will get her dead scent as well. And I don’t want the girl I’ll f**k to smell like corpse,” the demon-like man hisses through his sharp teeth.

Violently, he tears my clothe with his bare hands, shattering the scraps everywhere. I scream in fear and bound to get away from him. Rolling over, my hands claws my way from the man on the semen floor, painfully bleed because of the injury I caused on it before. But being naked and shocked, he easily gets me down under him without using too much attempt to do anything.

He’s too strong for me to fight, I know that. Plus, man like him is too heavy for me to lift. I can’t get away from his hold.

Having my back facing him and free to roam, I can hear him quickly undressing his all black clothes and throw them around us. His lips hiss on the back of my skin with its coldness. I attempt to move away, but he has he caged under him. He trails kisser all down to my butts and still lingers kisses on the roundness of them.

He then removes his lips from my skin and starts moving closer. I hitch my breath when his hands try to pull my legs apart, making me wail in pain along the way. I know where this is going. He places both of his legs between mine to stop me from closer the hurtful distance he’s making. But before I can do anything else, I can already feel his c**k aching towards my entrance ─ long and hard.

His palms part the lips of my buttocks, exposing my no longer virgin hole. Yet, he still embraces the smell of me and satisfied with it.

“It’s true what I’ve heard ─ you’re so fuckable that your scent exposed super nice when you’re aroused,” he hisses.

His words make me sick. Me? Aroused? While being rape from behind like this? I don’t even know what smell he’s talking about. I don’t smell anything.

The man pulls the cheeks of my ass wider, making me flinch in longer sore. He seems to be placing himself in the right position before he plans on entering my hole. My flesh feels like it’s about to get torn any second, when the door suddenly being jerk opened.

I hear curses coming from Julius and he charges towards the man so quickly, I can barely see him move. Netherless, I’m still grateful because that movement makes the man who is about to rape me being lifted away from my body. I never see so much violent when Julius beat the man up rapidly.

I move away from the position where I was about to get rape before and crawl as far as I can. I’m still naked, but at least I’m safe now.

Julius has caught the man in surprise when he came in. The man has to chance to fight back because of how furious Julius looks like and how much power he uses to punch him. He lashes out the last punch before he man really falls to the floor, not moving.

When he finishes, Julius walks back to me and removes his shirt to let me wear it. His eyes scan around my bareness sharply and intensely, making my cheeks rush in heat for some reasons, before helping me wear the long-sleeves shirt.

“Turn around,” he orders, and I don’t want to defy him. So I turn around as fast as my somehow aching feet can take me. Julius lets out another row of curses as his finger touches the burning trails of the man’s kisses. Tears rolls down from my eyes again when Julius turns to my front to help me buttons the shirt. Then unexpectedly, he hugs me with his strong hands.

Hands that I learn to feel secure of.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t come sooner,” his lips whisper to my ear softly, making me feel hot from the ear. “Or else you wouldn’t have been hurt.”

“It’s okay. You came. But,” I bit my lips as more tears slid from my eyes and make my voice sounds sorer. “He killed my sister,” I cry. “Julius, he killed Genevieve. He did it just to get his ways on me.”

“That man doesn’t deserve to live,” Julius says with his dangerous tone.

My silence agrees with his words. And that’s already enough. He takes me back to his room and lets me fall asleep in his hold on the bed.

At night I dream of when I found Genevieve’s corpse. The scene seems to be playing itself over and over again. I never so much horror before. Genevieve is already dressed in blood. What makes me terrified the most of the dream is when her flesh seems to melt, beginning to decomposing.

It’s the part of the dream that scares me the most. And when all of her flesh has melted away, it leaves only her bones. And even the very last part of her has to turn to dust, being blow by the cold, harsh wind.

My tears have thin out by this point, but somehow I can still conform in the hands of Julius that keeps calming me down when the dream has become too unbearable and I wake up slightly from it.

The morning comes when the darkness disappears and being replaced by the light. The sun rays from the bright sky, shining up me through the wide window in the room. I pull the covers up to cover my head, not feeling the want of waking up. Why would someone left the curtains open, anyway? Doesn’t that someone know that I’m still mourning?

Remembering Genevieve only makes my heart cuts open and bleeds again. A spray of numbness washes over me once again, leaving me sore in the silence. I pain not from the brushes of the prove that I was almost raped last night, but because of Genevieve’s death.

She was still so young, so pure. How could the man kill her? If I let him has her, maybe, just maybe that Genevieve will still be alive right now.

But that doesn’t guarantee her from danger.

It feels like the longest day when I can sit up again. And when I do, I spot a half-withered Arbutus on the side-desk of the bed.

I love only you, it means.

I’m pretty sure that it was still fresh when Julius placed it there, so the morning must have turned to noon.

“Catalia,” Julius calls me when he gets back. His intense eyes spot me sitting on his bed, unmoving. He nears my side and cares my cheek, still so smoothly. “I’m so sorry,” he mutters as if in pain.

“Where’s Genevieve?” I ask him flatly.

He pauses for a moment before answering. “Catalia, your sister is dead.”

“I know.” The clinch I don’t know have been having is getting tighter. “I just want to know when her funeral will be hold.”

He takes a sit across from me. “This evening, Catalia,” he sighs.

“I’ll get ready, then.” I tend to raise from the bed, but my legs won’t work when I need them and almost fall to the floor if Julius hasn’t catch me in his arms.

“Let me help you.”

He lifts be in bridal style and leads to the bathroom. I am placed on the counter carefully. He leaves to turn on the taps and let the brilliant crystal clear water pours out strongly to fill the tub.

When my fingers are too shaky to unbutton his shirt, he helps me to remove it. His fingers brush against my bare skin slightly when he pulls the shirt off, leaving me completely free from any materials. My body feels hot because of the soft cares of his fingers, but I remain unmoved.

He then lifts me to the bathtub and lets my body soaks with water. I suppose it will be very refreshing, judging from how clear the water is. But I just feel so lonely without my sister.

Dipping for the first time, Julius grabs a bar of soap and takes a handful of it to let the bubbles appear on both of his hands. He starts lowering his body, bending it to level mine, and starts soaping my body.

He aims for my breasts first, and despite my mood, a moan loud enough to indicate how much pleasure my body feels escapes from my lips. He messages my chest with his large palm, cover my breasts despite how oversized they are. His muscles move under his shirt with a synchronic reflex for ecstasy that resembles mine. Not even satisfied cupping my breasts, he also plays with my n*****s until we both groan in lust.

The massage moves to my hands, since he wants to make sure that I clean up good. He’s really in self-control, while my body wants nothing more than for him to touch me more. I want to be frustrated, but seeing at how delicate he cares each of my fingers, how can I?

His amazing hands then travels down to my back when he gets behind me, each stroke carefully brushes my back. I can feel his eyes on my bare skin, staring so intense with his magnetic blue gem of eyes. My body automatically feels hot under his gaze, yet wanting nothing more than for him to stare harder.

After it’s clean enough, he moves lower to the cheeks of my butts and just rubs sexually around it, out then in. I moan some more when he inserts his blissful finger inside my hole, carefully cleaning the walls. My breathes becomes shorter, and almost naturally, I climb the bathtub so that my entire back is freely exposed for him to roam. After a minute of satisfaction, he begins to insert another finger inside me, so that now I have two of his finger inside my hole.

My moans become louder, more intense and somehow bone-chilling my own. I move backwards so that I can push my butts to his fingers and make them swim deeper inside me. By now I don’t even have any shame to do that action, making Julius only chuckles at me. I don’t care, though. All I want is for him to go deeper.

And he grants my wish when he inserts me his third finger. The three of them moves deeper, faster, in and out like never before. It feels like there is a lot new energy coming from each of them, making me not only screams with so much pleasure, but also becomes weak seconds by seconds. When I slump to the edge of the bathtub, Julius finally pulls away. But the water inside the bathtub is already full of my cumming liquid.

Since I can no longer use it, he pulls me out from the bathtub and being extra careful since my body is still cover with soap and slippery. He places me under the shower with marble walls surrounding us and gets more soap to rub me with. My back is facing the wall, so I can see that the soap has stained his white shirt.

Why won’t he just take it off all along? I want to ask him that question but only bit my lips.

He intentionally cleans the rest of my body and my feet before going for the final part, my vulva. He teases me by kissing it first, since it’s not covered with soap yet. And then he moves on to playing it, as if my growing frustration is something fun to make fun at. He sends me a wicked playful smile, before going in for my p***y.

I almost pass out when two of his finger suddenly fit themselves between the walls of my pudendum. I am left with a super dizzy feeling in my head, but I can still process what’s going on. Julius runs his fingers across the vertical of my p***y, making jolts of incredible pleasure runs from there and through the rest of my body. The actions are too intense that I almost crumble from the wall I’m leaning on. But the good thing is that I can hold one before I really fall despite how slippery and uncontrollable the delectation my front core feels right now.

When I’m already too tired, Julius revokes his fingers out from my p***y, my c*m clearly showering it. He rubs the surface of my pudendum with so much sensation that I can’t help but to c*m some more liquid out, before turning on the shower.

His shirt gets really wet by the running water above us. I can the shirt starting to stick to his skin in seconds and reveal the muscles underneath in a very clearing manner. My eyes can’t seem to stop staring at him, and I know that it also makes him happy that I’m interested in his body as he is interested in touching and feeling mine.

Without being able to help it, I dare to place my palm on him chest. And even though I’m the one who do that on my own, I still can’t fight the blush that is creeping up to my cheeks, coloring both with red. I can’t help it. I just want to get a feel of it for once. And I don’t even regret doing something so bold and humiliating as that. His chest is crafted perfectly thick and smooth at the same time, making me want to touch more.

As if hearing my thoughts, Julius removes his shirt to expose his naked chest to me. I gladly explore my hands to his shoulders, chest, and down to his well-formed abs. I enjoy every muscles and dent of his skin. He groans and louder when my hands land just above his pants, around the circle of his waist.

I look up to him, asking May I? He nods and that’s when I lower my knees to let my head be the same level at his c**k.

My hands entice his pants, not feeling any struggle at all when I pull off his belt and unzip the zip, as if I already imagined of how to handle these kind of things. His eraction springs free soon and I don’t want to do anything else but to feel it. I stroke my hands on the tip first, not sure if he will like it. But from the loud groans that escape his lips, I know that he enjoys it as much as I do. I want to touch more, so I do. I stroke his hard c**k again, this time longer and slower. The action just seems to make his c**k harder and bigger, automatically making me stroke harder. Finally, I squeeze the c**k in my hands, since one just doesn’t seem to be able to cover all of the skin. Julius’ pleasured groan explodes harder from inside his chest, clearly enjoying the amenities a lot.

The only useful lessons Madam Hane has ever taught me and my sister is how to please a man. We learned how to have s*x even before we learned the numbers, letters, or even the means of flowers. But she forbid us to make practice of s*x despite out protests. She said that the lessons of s*x would be in a very good use to us when once we grew up. And now that I’m doing it, I don’t think I ever want to stop again.

Knowing exactly what do to, I open my mouth wide and take in the edge of his erection, making Julius screams in total pleasure. But I’m not finish yet. Taking in deep, I let his c**k slide even deeper inside my mouth. He tastes so good, especially when his scent ─ once again without me even realizing it at the first hand ─ flows out for me to inhale. So sweet. And I only want more sweetness.

I pulls away to lick the side of his hardness, each stroke from different sides. I can tell that he really likes it when I do this, especially this action. I’ll have to remember doing it later when we have s*x again.

And he hasn’t even been inside me today.

When he can’t hold it any longer, his seeds spray inside my mouth. I didn’t expect it to happen even though I know that it will happen anytime soon. I’m not ready when his liquid hit me, so I pull out as fast as possible.

“What’s wrong?” Julius asks when he can’t feel my mouth on his c**k anymore.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not used to it,” I admit.

He chuckles, amazed. “That’s okay. Do you still want to to enter you, though?”

“Yes, please,” I plead below him.

The sight seems to trigger him with lust. He pulls me up straight and has my body curled into his. Out breathes are still short and exhausted because of the recent activity we just did. For a moment, we just stay there. He closes his eyelids, so I can’t really read his emotion. But at least he likes my touch as well.

In the back of my mind, I feel like there is something pounding that I’ve forgot. But what? Did I miss any of Madam Hane’s lessons? I don’t think so. I’ve done perfectly what men would like, according to her teaching. And this is the only time when she’s really useful to me.

Julius pulls away for a quick look at my exposed body, taking in the sight before ready again. Suddenly, vines start to grow from the water hole, the same one that appeared when he was angry enough at my brother to utter threads. I scream in panic on top of my lungs and embrace Julius in fear, not wanting to be poisoned by it.

“W-what? What’s wrong?” Julius asks me as if he has no idea that the plant is raise rather quick, ready to kill me.

“The plant. It’s poisonous. I don’t want to get killed,” I muffles in his chest.

His eyes land on the plant and understantment enters his head. “Oh, it’s okay, Catalia. What I used before was dangerous. But this one is completely fine.” And to prove that he really meants it, he lets his hand out to touch one of its green stem. I want to stop him from doing a mistake, but his fingers already brush against the surface of the plant.

“No!” I scream in high pitch, making him flinches in surprise. I push him away from the plant and both of us land on the floor with me on top, my core brushing is c**k and my lips nibbling his neck. I start to cry when I can hear him groaning in pleasure under me.

I roam my hands to his body, checking for any wounds or symptoms, which only making him groan in pleasure some more. “Julius? Julius? Are you alright? Thank Heaven.” I can’t help but to cry some more.

He notices me crying and tries to calm me down. “Shush. It’s okay. I’m fine. It’s not poisonous, okay?” He says softly.

I look into his eyes for a moment, realizing that he’s speaking of the truth. He then try so stand so I have to get up as well. I sit on the floor so that he can get off from the floor he’s lying on. His beautiful blue gem eyes then lock at my body, before lowering himself for a second to lift me with his hands in bridal style once again. He then places me under the still running shower, carefully because he knows that I’m still very afraid of the vines.

“It’s alright.” He strokes my head to calm me. Slowly, under his hands, I become relax and try to stand near the vines calmly without running and screaming danger.

Catching me off guard, the stems suddenly get a hold on my wrists and ankles, and then begin pulling each of them in different direction. It’s not hurtful, but it does makes me lifted to the air, a few inches from the floor. The new position also leaves my head back and my hole free for him to enter.

Panic, I whimper in fear of getting killed by the vines, but Julius’ voice calms me down again.

“Now, I want you to be ready, Catalia. Because after what you just did to me, I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold myself any longer.” His tone sounds dangerous, like at the first time when I met him in the underground.

But this time, I know that he won’t hurt me. Not at all. At least for pleasure. For some reasons, I even can’t wait for him to hurt me, entering me roughly and out endlessly. My core is cumming a little already because of the imagination. Not trusting my own voice, I nod slowly at him.

Then, as if in cue, Julius dips the head of his c**k in my entrance, sending a wave of pleasure to me. From below to my top, then down again until it wash over the pain my hole. The pain of not having him completely in me. Slowly, his head dips deeper and deeper though the tightness of my wall, until it reach the edge of my limit. His c**k has completely enters me, but it just remains there, unmoving.

Is this really what he meant when he said that he won’t hold back anymore?

It feels nice to have him inside, hard and long. But is this all he’ll give me?

Almost losing my hopes and expectations, Julius starts to move. He pulls out just for the head to rest near the entrance of my hole, before plunging in with full force. I moan in pleasure in the air, the vines tightening their holds on me so that I won’t fall, but not tight enough to leave marks. Julius repeats his action, in and out his c**k goes, until my head begins to feel dizzy again out of so many waves of pleasure washed over me.

“More! Faster!” I can feel myself building up again.

He must be, too, judging from the groans of pleasure he has been having. Julius moves faster, his c**k slides easily because of the remaining soap and water lingering us, wetting us. I try to move my waist down, as far as the vines let me, so that he can fill me quicker. He moves his hips as well, entering me rougherly, faster, and fully until both of us comes and his seeds finally spray inside me.

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