Supernaturals

32. Truth revealed

ANNA

My palms felt warm tucked under my armpits as my arms were folded across my chest. My eyes were fixed on my mother trying to see if she was lying or not because the words she spoke were beyond shocking.

“You are kidding, aren't you?” I asked.

“I wish I was," Mum said. “He's still my son so I don't ever think about his nature. . . I mean, I carried him for nine bloody months and raised him since."

I was dumbfounded. It was very hard to accept that Mason, my adorable nine years old brother, wasn't human or normal. According to Mum, he was made by the ancient witches and sent into her womb some nine years ago. She kept this to herself till now and if I hadn't come to her today, she probably wouldn't have told me. Ever!

She claimed she didn't know why it happened and it was still a mystery to her. I didn't believe her for one moment.

What was “funny" was how casually she told me a secret she had kept for years and hadn't ever told a soul. Sometimes Mum was very weird and it had begun to scare me.

“All these years. . .”

“I know what you want to say," Mum cut in, “but it's not important and talking about it is pointless.”

“Pointless? You kept something this serious from me, and for this long?”

“Cut the drama, you know I couldn't tell you.”

“Well, you just did, didn't you?”

“That's because you asked and there's no need to hide anything now.”

I couldn't believe that Mason wasn't really a “person". To me, he was always going to be but I found it hard to believe that he was a creation of magic. He was a creation of very powerful magic and one we didn't really understand.

“Do you. . .do you know why he was, uhm, given to you?”

Mum nodded no, but I wasn't eager to believe anything she said right now. If anything, I knew she was very good at lying and even better at keeping secrets.

I didn't say anything and the last sound I heard before leaving the room was that of the door closing behind me.

It was getting too much. I remembered how burdened I was as a little girl because I knew I had to keep the knowledge of my gifts away from my non-witch friends. That burden stayed with me even as I grew though I learned to embrace it much later. But now, everything was worse. Those problems I used to face before the apocalypse seemed like nothing now. It just got worse by the day.

How was I going to tell Mason that he wasn't born of anyone, human or not? That he was the creation of thousands of ancient witches and his purpose is unknown to us still. Of cours,e I wouldn't tell him, but then, what does that say about me? What does hiding the truth from my little brother say about me?

“Hi," said Ella as she satbesides me at the bottom of the stairs that led to the rooms just behind the kitchen.

The little girl was so adorable. Weren't they all?

“Ella, how do you do?"

Theseven-year-oldd didn't reply but her smile was more than enough.

Oh, I've forgotten about them. Hell, I'd forgotten that they came with us since their home was destroyed by the demons. There was always so much on my plate these days.

Ella was an absolute darling but wasn't always up for conversation. Almost like she didn't like wasting words.

After leaving Ella who had no interest in talking to me, I walked up to the room that was given to Jude and Ella.

I knocked about ten times before Jude opened the door. He was clad only with a white towel, carelessly hung around his waist.

“Come in," he said. “Let me put on a shirt."

Uhm. . . you can do without the shirt, I thought to myself.

Jude was verygood-lookingg and seemed to look even better withfewers clothes on. His physique was breathtaking, a sight meant for the exciting pages of fashion magazines.

Walking out of the bathroom, he flashed a polite smile at me. He had put on a shirt and apair of greenshortst too.

“Came to see me?”.

“Yes, I had almost forgotten that you're here and I wanted to know how you're fitting in.”

He sat beside me on the bed. “There are a lot of faces to get familiar with but I can't say I've felt safer in months.”

“I'm delighted to hear that.”

We went on to talk about the weather which was beautiful and mild. I found it easy to talk with him and he seemed informed on a lot of things.

“The world is a crazy place, ain't it? I'm literally in the same room with a witch,” he said, smiling at me.

“That's truly crazy. How would you have reacted if someone told you witches existed, let's say, two years ago?"

“I would have thought the person a fool, but now I know better,” Jude said. “Can you do something witchy for me?”

“Will turning you into a frog cut it?”

“What!" He exclaimed. “You can actually do that?”

“Not a chance in hell. Movies and novels have made us have the wrong idea of magic and what it really entails," I cleared my throat as quietly as possible and also noticed that Jude had drawn closer to me. “Doing something like turning a person into a frog will be very difficult, next to impossible.”

“Can you do anything fun at all?"

“Hmmn, let me see," I stood and faced him. “In terms of controlling elements, I'm more talented and comfortable with fire but we know I can't use that here. But there's something I can do.”

I held his face in my hands and he began to tremble but in a good way.

“What did you do?” He asked.

“It's a witch thing meant to create pleasure," I said.

I simply passed some energy on to him and it was always a thrilling sensation.

Jude held my hands and brought them to his crotch. “We don't need magic to get pleasure.”

He brought his lips to mine and drove his hands into my hair as he began to kiss me more aggressively. His swift hands found their way into my bra and underwear without getting my clothes off.

Slowly he took his clothes off while I was still fully clothed. This was funny because mostly it was the other way around.

His penís was huge and seemed to be pointing up to my face. Jude held my hands and wrapped them around his lower member and in no time, my mouth was struggling to fit it all in.

Every part of him was strong and every bit of him jwas ust as I liked. Even more desirable, his hands knew exactly what to do, how to do it and when.

Walking into his room now seemed like the best decision I've made in a long while. Exactly what I hadn't known I needed.

Getting all my clothes off, he got to business. His muscled arms easily held me up as he thrust into me, managing to push me down and drive into me at the same time.

Needless to say, it was the best thing I'the d done in a while and my first s****l activity in the last two years.

I let out ecstatic moans as he went inside of me and remained there, allowing me to feel the full length of him. The length and width of his d**k caused me a kind of pain that I wished would stay with me forever.

I was rusty and slow but it was great. He was great.

After we were done, we laid lazily on the bed, cuddling.

“I loved. . . having you inside me," I said, and then felt incredibly embarrassed.

That sounded stupid to me and I couldn't for the life of me understand why the bloody hell I said it.

Whispering in my ear, he said, “I love you."