Mania and the Executioner (26 page)

“WAITWAIT
WAIT! SEPARATE THE BLADES AND READ THE HANDLES; ONLY YOU CAN!” I shout as the Synergistic Blade (just trying the name out) starts to plunge down toward my chest.

Cheza stops, looks
at the blades, and pulls them apart with ease. She reads the inscription on the handles and looks at me. Two tears roll down Cheza’s cheeks, she drops the Synergistic blades and tries to smother me to death…Well, at least this way smells better and it doesn’t hurt as much.

“Idiot; I’m not trying to kill you, I’m touched.” Cheza says after reading my mind through the connection, which I don’t remember having opened. Well, at least she likes the inscription…I was a little afraid that it was too cheesy.

“No, it’s not. I love it. Thank you Cole.” Cheza says and then kisses me.

“This is some nice work Cole!” Tia exclaims as she i
nspects one of the Synergistic blades that had rolled to the floor. “Where did you get the idea for the design?”

“A combination of
media, and application of combat experiences.” I reply.

“What about the cross guard?” Tia asks.

“I modeled that after the cross guards on the Diamond swords.” I say as Cheza gets off of me.

“But the cross guards on the Diamond swords look like diamonds.” Tia points out.

“Well, yeah they do now. However, while I was fighting the Daeva, the cross guard and pommel both looked like that kind of flowery looking pattern I put on the Synergistic blades. What do you think of the name by the way?” I ask.

“The name fits. Why didn’t you tell Sara and me about this earlier today?” Tia inquires.

“I guess it just slipped my mind.” I reply.

“I see. So what happened to the week?” Tia asks.

“Well my original plan was to drain myself of three liters each night before I went to bed, but I realized that I could just drain myself of half a liter every five minutes and I’d have enough blood in three hours instead of a week.” I answer.

“Alright
, well we should all get to bed! I’ll just carry Sara to her room; oh and if she asks, say that there was no chloroform and she never went into Cole’s room.” Tia says while picking up Sara and exiting my room. Natasha follows suit, but Cheza just stands, shuts the door behind them, and takes her pants off.

“Come on; let’s go to bed.” Cheza says while she takes my shirt off.

I slide my shorts off as she unhooks her bra from underneath her t-shirt, slides the straps off her shoulders, and pulls the whole thing out through her sleeve before crawling into my bed.

“Thanks Cole,” Cheza says before kissing me. “I love my present.”

“You’re welcome,” I say as I kiss her back.

Then we drift off to sleep.

…

Chapter
21: I Love the Way You Say…Goodmorning?

I wake up to Cheza’s face once again. This time I decide to wake her up as well so I kiss her deeply, despite the morning breath. Cheza wakes up mid-kiss and returns it in kind.

“Well, that is not a bad way to wake up!” Cheza says with a surreptitious smile.

“Good morning
to you too!” I say in response.

I get out of bed, grab some clothes, and head into m
y shower. I turn the water on, squirt some body wash into my hand, and start scrubbing up, only to hear the door to my walk-in shower open as Cheza steps in.

“I can help you with your back.” she says as she stands on her tiptoes to kiss me, but she can’t quite reach so I meet her half way.

“Hehe reeeeeally? No other reason that you’re here? My arms happen to be rather flexible so I think I’ve got washing my back covered…” I say teasingly. Cheza responds by punching my chest.

“Okay, so maybe it’s not the only reason I’m here…” she says, getting a little sudsy as she presses herself up against me. Then something of mine decides to press up against her.

Cheza and I start to make out a little. I massage her breasts and she moans slightly in response before I break away for a moment.

“Jeez, what has gotten into you today!?”
I ask, even though I have a hunch that it has something to do with what Katie said.

“Not what I would like to get into me.” Cheza
replies as she grabs my groin while moving in to kiss me. We continue making out for a few seconds before I remember one very important detail.

“Hold up; we can’t do this now, not here where Tia is probably listening in on us.” I say and then my hearing picks up Tia.

“It’s only fair! I mean, you listened in on me when I was in the shower!” Tia says.

“I don’t care.” Cheza says in a sultry tone a
s she reinitiates our session.

Damn she is frisky this morning! However, I really don’t want o
ur first time to be in a shower, or anywhere that Tia can hear us…Maybe if I get her off, she’ll be satisfied for today. I break off our kissing to move my head towards her breasts. I probably should have made sure all the suds were off because it tastes like I’m washing my mouth out with soap, and nothing like chocolate despite the claims of the Axe corporation; although, I am hooking up with a really attractive girl so that means that their product is working, right? After a few minutes, her moaning increases and I feel her tense up as she finishes.

Well
now that that’s over, I reach out to turn off the shower, but Cheza smacks my hand away.

“No…don’t…stop.” Cheza says, breathing heavily as she pushes my bottles over to the side before she hops up and sits on the ledge.

I guess I should explain: in my shower there is a ledge that is about a foot wide and about three feet high, which is where I set my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. All of those are now off to the side and in their place is Cheza’s bare ass with her legs spread open.

“Please Cole?” Cheza asks while giving me this pouty look that she knows I can’t say no to. This is the kind of thing that I can’t let Lila know about; if she realizes the affect this kind of look has on me, I’ll
be putty in her hands. I melt like putty and get on my knees.

She seems to like what I’m doing,
but after a few minutes my tongue starts to feel sore; maybe I’m doing something wrong? I decide to switch methods to one involving the ‘beckoning’ finger motion and feel her cross the finish line less than a minute later. As she sits there convulsing slightly, I move up and kiss her.

“Is that enough now?” I th
ink to her. Cheza looks at me and a ‘Tia’ smile forms on her face while she locks her legs around my pelvis and brings me toward her. I try to pull back, but her legs are like, crazy strong.

“Never enough…I’m not letting you
go until you penetrate me, Cole.” Cheza thinks.

“Cheza...” I say aloud.

“Please Cole?” Cheza asks with that pouty look again; Damnit! I move myself up to her opening.

“Oh, but turn the shower off first; I feel kinda bad about wasting so much water…” Cheza thinks.

“Nope.” I think.

I’m tempted to just r
am her because I’m a little peeved that she has used my weakness against me twice this morning. However, I don’t because it would hurt her and I don’t want that…not for any gentlemanly reason, but because what if her pain transfers over? That would be way too freaky for me to deal with.

(Says the man who flays beings to death, rescues fairy princesses, can create things using his blood, and can survive being stabbed in the chest thrice, as well as through his heart)

“Touché.”

Anyway, I enter her slowly while focusing a lot of effort to block out any pain so that I don’t need extensive therapy. She winces once as I push the last part of myself inside of her.

“Move.” Cheza commands. I listen and slowly build up speed.

“Faster.” Cheza commands and
I increase the speed some more.

(Jackhammer me, Eddie! Jackhammer me!)
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I resist the urge to laugh as Cheza wraps her arms around the back of my neck and pulls herself into me as
she starts panting in my ear.

“Harder!” Cheza moans out loud. I slide m
y hands underneath her ass and pick her up. I push her up against the glass wall that connects to the shower door as I start to get into it. I’m glad that this wall is sturdy otherwise this could have turned into a bad time really quickly. Cheza passes the finish line of her third time around the track, and I realize that I’m almost there as well.

“Cheza, I’m about to have a problem in a second
so I need you to unhook your legs now!” I think urgently to her.

“No.” She says aloud while panting and digging her finger nails into my back so that my body’s natural response is to move closer to her.

“What do you mean, no!?” I ask.

“Seriously Cheza, I need you to unhook your legs, like now!” I start to panic.

“Just do it inside!” Cheza moans.

“WHAT!?”
I shout as I try to pull back from her, her fingernails cutting my back open.

“HOW ARE YOUR LEGS THIS FREAKISHLY STRONG!?” I yell. Her muscles tighten and push me over the edge as I release.

Fuck! As a guy, I’ve been conditioned to avoid this type of situation. This type of situation can lead to a baby and a baby is the worst possible outcome of sex! I back up into the wall and slide down its length as Cheza collapses onto my chest. The scent of frozen Mandarin oranges fills my nostrils as I notice that Cheza might be unconscious. I reach up and put shampoo in my hair, followed by conditioner so that I can finish my shower. I sit there under the stream as my hair gets rinsed before reaching up to turn the water off.

Okay
, now I’m pretty sure Cheza is unconscious, but at least she has a smile on her face.

(If sex is a weapon then Smash, Boom, POW! How you like me now?)

“Haha! Them Crooked Vultures; nice one Airi!”

I am about to get us out of the shower to d
ry off when I realize something: what am I supposed to do about the stuff inside her? Do I just get a water bottle with a nozzle on it and squirt it up there?

“Tia, I need a little advice here. I came inside
and Cheza is currently unconscious on my chest. What do I do about that stuff? “I whisper.

“Oh…
don’t worry about it, that problem takes care of itself naturally. And don’t fret too much; she’s on birth control so you have a pretty decent chance of her not getting pregnant!” Tia informs me.

“Alright, thanks Tia.” I whisper as I stand up. If Cheza does get pregnant, I wonder if I can just stop it by starting her period with my blood…okay that is by far the weirdest idea I’ve
ever had.

I carry Cheza out of the shower and
start to towel her off when she wakes up.

“Oh, good!
This makes things so much easier. Here’s a towel, I’m going to grab another.” I say as I hand her the towel before walking to my dresser to grab another.

I towel off as Cheza wraps herself in the towel and heads to her room. I get dressed in cargo shorts and a white t-shirt so that I’m ready for anything today.
I walk out at the same time Cheza does and we both walk into the kitchen.

“CONGRATULATIONS!” Tia, Natasha, and Sara sho
ut as they pull party poppers, causing confetti to explode everywhere. There’s a banner hanging in the kitchen that says ‘IT’S ABOUT TIME!’

Oh gods…there’s even a cake.

I now know for certain that my family is bizarre, and that my life is really fucked up.

Chapter
22: When anger and rage pour forth

“Okay so I have to admit,
this cake is pretty damn good! Thanks Sara!” I say.

“I…MA…SO….PROW…DUFFYU!”
Tia blubbers like a mother as her son goes off to college. This has got to be the most emotion I’ve ever seen from her and also confirms that my suspicion for the only situation where she could be prouder was spot on.

“How did you have time to
bake a cake though? Don’t they take approximately forty-five minutes to make?” I ask while ignoring Tia, who is having a mild breakdown.

“Well Tia told me to start baking one because it was going to happen this time, unlike a few nights ago, so I did.” Sara says.

“And she told Sara because she overheard me telling Cheza about last night!” Natasha says behind Sara, referring to how my insensibly logical brain almost led me into having sex with her. I respond by glaring at her.

“Cole, you and Cheza were in there for almost two hours.” Sara says while pointing at the clock that read
s 9:08am.

“Shit! Has
Dagda already come by?” I ask as I shovel the rest of my slice of cake into my mouth.

“Relax! You’re going to choke! He hasn’t come by yet.” Sara says whi
le the doorbell rings. I get up, answer the door, and see that it’s Dagda.

“Ah
Dagda, we were just talking about you! Do you want some cake?” I ask.

“Not now
boyo, we’ve got trouble; grab your things.” Dagda says urgently. I run and grab my old holster, putting a Diamond sword in the slip on the back; I really need to make a sheath for this thing when I find the time.