Darxies

The Power Within Them-2

What exactly should she say to her daughter about the creatures lurking in the shadows? For all those supernatural beings and secret organizations that operate subterranean in aspects of human society? And most importantly, what could she do to protect and keep the blood flowing in her children's veins? The unholy now, and sentenced to death, blood they inherited from their father. How could she explain to her daughter that she should not exist, that she and her siblings were the greatest sin in the history of millions of years? Her face turned pale as she pondered the consequences that all this would have in the future for her wonderful children. She was almost crying inside. Was all this a huge mistake after all?

Fergus sensed her concerns and decided to intervene. "You are always so right honey. Yes, your mother says it very well," he replied and continued his speech as a responsible father. "We paid a lot of attention to the incident and forgot that we have a tickling battle ahead of us. Unless you changed your mind because you are afraid I will win," he said, glancing provocatively at his daughter.

"Never!" Tara shouted boldly and in seconds she returned to her innocent childhood.

Margie felt her heart return to its normal rhythms and the dark thoughts disappear, like clouds that dissolve in the absolute glow of a dazzling sun. This is what was Fergus for her, a bright light she fell in love with passionately. She looked at him proudly, feeling small bites of desire inside her. He smiled, understanding his wife's intentions.

Reconciliations were Fergus's forte. He did not even have to say much. He was thinking of something he wanted to achieve and after a while it happened without problems and delays. Was there anything he couldn’t accomplish?

The spirits had calmed down, so Fergus knew it was time for his final blow. "Let us make a truce for the time being and let us shake hands to seal it. You will see my little bug that everything will be clarified soon. Do we agree now?"

Tara looked at her parents hesitantly and then nodded. "I'm going to find Mr. Nikos, see you soon," she said and hurriedly left.

"I'll be there in two minutes," Margaret replied, and after closing the door she turned the key.

As soon as Margie made sure that Tara had walked away and no one listened to them, she looked at Fergus puzzled and continued, "I knew this time would not be long in coming, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon. She is still a child and I can’t understand how this is done. After all, Dean is ahead, since he is older." It wasn’t of small importance what she was going through. One of her biggest fears was taking on flesh and blood. A raw, sweeping fear. Like the abominable monster of a mad scientist to console his loneliness. No one can stop him - not even a fierce crowd with lighted torches standing outside his door. So Margie felt part of this crowd trying to prevent the inevitable.

Fergus hugged her warmly and said, "I understand that you would rather Dean be in her place, but even though he was born first, he does not belong to the holy children. From the first moment Tara was born and I met her, I knew she was special. She's made for greatness." Then he sighed sadly and continued, "I know. It's all my fault. And now my children should."

Margaret stopped him, putting her finger on his lips. "Shhh… Do not blame yourself, we are together in this and whatever else arises. United until the end."

With these words, she gently took his hand and began to caress him sensually. Fergus laid down and closed his eyes to enjoy his wife's touch.

She sat comfortably next to him and continued to take care of him, making more and more intense movements. She knew how much her erotic caresses calmed him down and she was willing to go all the way in order to comfort him. "You will see, we will find a solution as always. We can do everything together," Margie whispered.

Even though Fergus had been let loose, he was still worried. "I don’t know darling. I don’t know anything anymore and that terrifies me. I'm more confused than ever and I continue to see these visions that I can’t interpret. Without guidance from my father or the wise men, I am afraid I will make mistakes and misinterpretations."

Margie did not lose her temper. She knew that this time the scales were tilting towards her. It was her turn to support him. "Maybe they are memories that want to tell you something. Do you think it would help at all if you wrote them?" she asked him with a sweetness in her voice.

"I can try it on. I do not know what else to do," her husband replied in a low voice, at the same time seduced by the relaxation she offered him. It was obvious now that her movements had a strong effect on him.

"I'll tell you," Margie replied confidently, "it's simple. For a start you will put on your blouse and go downstairs, where together we will enjoy a wonderful breakfast. Do not forget that this is our first summer on a Greek island."

Fergus encouraged her and offered her a charming smile. "What would I do without you, can you tell me?" he said and sighed. The pleasure was evident in his voice as Margie touched him lower and lower.

"Hopefully you will not need to find out," she replied, gently sticking her lips to his ear.

Her voice further upset Fergus, who was overwhelmed by impulses of passion and pleasure. "Now I know how you persuaded me to have a third child," he commented, thus acknowledging his wife's absolute dominance over him.

Margaret loved listening to him describe how much she influenced him, perhaps because she knew the omnipotence of his true nature. "Υou have no idea…", she told him and was carried away by the moment. Fergus started kissing her on the neck, putting his hands in her hair. "I want to make love to you constantly. I can’t get enough of you," he told her tenderly.

"Mmm I see that someone else woke up," Margie commented, watching his pants swell.

Fergus was ready long ago but waited patiently for his wife's signal. His only need to scream for release, like a desperate prisoner before the death penalty, was to get inside her. Each of his cells sought to penetrate the sanctuaries of her body and to break any closed lock that would obstruct his path. "And what are we going to do about it?" he asked, looking her voluptuously in the eyes.

"Unfortunately, nothing at the moment," she replied and got up abruptly leaving him with the desire.

"But my love, I can’t go out like that," he replied with a complaint.

"Take a cold shower and it will pass," Margie suggested, with a slight smirk on her face.

"How can you be so cruel to your husband?" he asked, taking a sad expression as he tried to change her mind.

"Do not provoke me. "I can do worse to you," Margaret replied, "so be careful not to be too late," she added, and unlocked the door. A new game had started between them, it was unknown how long it would last and on what paths it would lead them. But the couple knew that they would eventually end up in another s****l i*********e- a creative meeting of two absolutely and utterly in love lovers. Two people who risked everything, together and the fate of the world, to be together.

Fergus got straight to the point and did not put pressure on the situation anymore. "As you wish," he said, leaving a slight complaint in the tone of his voice. But he wanted to win the game, so he had to be smart. He yawned and stretched for one last time. "End of the lie-in," he commented and with a jump he got up quickly to get ready.

Margie winked at him capriciously and headed, cheerful in the yard. With her next step she decided to lower the curtain of every bad thought and live only in the present. What a beautiful morning, she thought. She had already planned in her mind all the activities she intended to do later in the day. But if she knew the events that would follow, she would never go down. She would stop forever at that moment, when she had Fergus in her arms and comforted him.

Anyone would think that outside in the yard time had come to a standstill, emitting an extraordinary image in which nature and man were complemented as equals. Rarely did one meet so much harmony. At the same time, happy children's voices mingled with the sounds of birds, filling the atmosphere with liveliness. The adults were enjoying their Greek coffee around a semicircular table, made of a huge tree trunk. The only thing worth standing on was a handmade tablecloth with white-gold threads, one of the personal gifts Margie had received on her wedding day.

Peter finished his coffee with a sip and got up. "From minute to minute, we wait for the boat with the food and things. It probably brings the new snorkels we ordered. I will go and see if it has arrived and I will return."

He was a tall and stocky man with hard features but a kind face. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary islander who was fishing and making donkey work for a living. Despite his simplistic appearance, however, if one looked at him more carefully, he could discern some elements about him that distinguished him from ordinary mortals. His skin was always smooth and glowing regardless of condition. Even if he spent endless hours in the sun, he did not burn or tan much. He could also lift very heavy boxes or nets on his own, weighing up to thirty kilos.

Peter always wore a ring on the middle finger of his left hand, which despite the hardships and dirt he had accumulated over the years looked like a relic of untold value. It was the only object he could not part with as it reminded him of his roots and true identity, which he hid for many reasons. Fortunately for him, Fergus, Margie and Tara knew the peculiarity of his nature.

In recent years, Peter has followed the Fergus family on every journey, near or far. Like a faithful comrade who covers you day and night in the trenches of war, with the enemies on the opposite front lingering for any weakness. Not even in his wildest dreams did he imagine this development when he took over the job. He may not have been good at words, but his actions showed that he really cared about them.

Fergus filled his lungs with fresh air and said excitedly, "So you know very well what we're going to do next, is that correct my friend?"

Peter smiled at him spontaneously and let his gleaming teeth fade slightly. The truth was that he had different plans for the night that included cheap wine and local cheese under the stars, accompanied by the most beautiful girl on the island. But he did not want to deny anything to the man he now considered his brother.

Peter laughed again, but this time from within. On the one hand, it seemed funny to him because he initially did not want anything to do with the holy children, nor the laws of his tribe. He run away from his village in Africa at midnight, in a boat of poachers, without saying goodbye to anyone. He didn’t care about emotions then, but that happened at least fifty years ago. Since then, literally everything turned upside down.