"Stand by me and I by you."
A part of him was glad and the other was numb. He didn't know what feeling that was. It did seem as though he was some specimen and had been made to be dueled over by some two arms. He wasn't so sure about it. He wanted to be. He wanted to make meaning of it. That was all that did seem best. Other things didn't seem to be what it was. Twas more than great. He could feel it. He couldn't be sure if he was actually telling himself a lie or was putting up with the truth. He wasn't even so sure what the truth was. He did wish that he would be able to figure out. He did wish for that the millions of things. He had no idea which one would have the best part of him. He did have no idea which would be the best pull of the whole fate. He was trying to sieve. That was also one of the towering feelings he could never toss aside. He did know that no matter he did want to go things wouldn't be what they were. H
"What the hell!" That was all that he could put up with. Those were the only words he could hewn and have his way around. He did want to understand what twas. He wasn't so sure what twas. He did want to be. He shouldn't be feeling surprised because of quite the numbers of things. He should be more than acquainted with the whole deals. He should be able to identify with the whole rage. He did know how things did work. He did know how things would be, had been and would continue to have their ways. He was more than sure about the odd. Time was swift and fate did have a plague to lend. Twas more than what twas. He did know what twas and would make the whole thing worth it. He would make the whole deal worth it. He was more than sure about it. He would put up with it. He would make up his mind and be able to address the whole odds. He wasn't even sure of what to think precisely. He did wish that he would be able to figure out. H
"Listen to me carefully." She was seating opposite him. The Nymph was all ready to have her ways with words and he was just there to listen. That was the best he could possibly think of. Away from her from the left was Ja Lia who was still confused at that moment. He didn't seem to had grasped what had really happened back then. The Cod knew that he wasn't going to explain anything to anyone. He didn't owe anyone a silhouette of explanation. He wouldn't even buy it. He looked away from him and looked directly at the Nymph again. He was hoping that she wouldn't put on that odd cloak she was known with. They had left the lad on the spot in that hidden room. They had walked down to the castle of the Monarch and they were seating in strays. None of them was probably daring enough to seat on that throne. None but himself.
"Like what the fuck!" He occasionally would halt to have a swig of the denotations of what he had heard and had set him off. He had been walking for quite the whiles and had no idea where he was going to. He just kept walking. The biddings of the hay had been transported by the clouds and the winds swept the dust about in gay. There was no tree around that could affirm the rudeness of the wind and the carelessness of their thoughtless glee on other natural elements. There seemed not to be a pause in the tidings of fate and that was not enough for him. His sandals were heavy and his heart was weighing. He had no idea which of the two was weightier. He could had said his sandals, but the heart kept slackening his pace. His brain was taunting him. He was more like a specimen. He had no idea which mother would ever
"I hope I'll be really sane." He looked at the back at intervals to ascertain if the lady was still tailing him. He couldn't be too sure. He couldn't track her. He couldn't see her. Maybe she was done tracking the trail. Maybe she was already scared of him. He kept his limbs vexing his instinct. He was really in rage of time. He wanted to get all done quickly and forget that everything was happening to him. He wished that all was but a dream. He simply couldn't handle it anymore. He couldn't. The eyes of the azure was growing sharper, perhaps sharpened by the blade of the callous clouds. He could feel the heat of the wiles in the depth of his stomach and wanted to catch his breath. He was afraid that he might lose it. He had no time for that. "I can't touch a thing?"
"You shouldn't have done that you know?" She reached for the bowl on the table. He was jumpy but would not show it. It was better to feign than to give himself away so easily. He knew what he was capable of doing. She took a swig of the soup in the bowl. Twas kinda sapid. Though there was too much seasoning. That's what you get when you leave an amateur to prepare your meal. She dropped the bowl again and looked at him. He didn't know how to convince her. There seemed to be no point in wanting to do that. He should try. "Twas partly because of you, you know." She chuckled. She hadn't thought that being with a human would make her that happy. She hadn't been that happy in a long while. After she had been kicked outta the depth of the sea by the rude Poseidon. He had be
"What do you call that?" He rolled away from her. He had been lying on her for the few past minutes after he was done riding her. The feelings she had extracted were so raw and strong that she didn't want him to stop. She guessed she needed to be considerate. And matter-of-factly, he was the one taking back his favor, he could choose to stop whenever he did want to. His choice. "It's called sex." He turned to her. Twas smelly in there. She had no idea what was offending the apt atmosphere. He didn't seem to bat an eye. He probably was acquainted with such odour and wouldn't make mounting of it of course. He brought his mouth closer to hers and brushed hers. She had no objection to that. He seemed to have a reason for everything he was doing. She could see that in his eyes. H
"Where is the helmet of Jin?" No sooner than the knock came the voice. Ja Lia was sure who that was. Of course, twas one of his brothers. The eldest. He was always upfront because he always wanted to have the greatest part of the share. What a greedy asshole he was. "Don't stop." The lady was still sucking his cock. The pleasure was taunting. She didn't need him to tell her in the first place. She wouldn't stop of course. Even if he did want her to stop, she wouldn't. She was bent on making him feel what she had felt while he was riding her. "Won't you open up now, Ja?" The voice came again. He didn't care. The brother should stand there for all he did care. He was doing what was more important to him. He had never felt that kinda pleasure. Not in a very long time.
"Now, he will take forever to have him here." He looked. The view was plain aside for the beaten sepulchres washed by the rage of rain and insane sun. The strength was odd and if he had no idea of the fact that the tombs were carved from rocks, he probably would had said that the sepulchres would collapse the next day. He had been waiting for Ja Lia. He had looked and tiptoed for all he cared. There was nothing to show for. He wasn't even in the spotlight. Probably he had even forgotten that they would be meeting or he might be hanging out with some ladies. He of course was so given to ladies. The tongue of the sun was latching on him. He wished he could hide somewhere. He was afraid of entering one of the sepulchres. He could never cope with the fear of a ghost appearing to him. He believed in the concept of ghosts and he did believe strong