Her heart was racing, and her chest rose and fell noticeably as the air suddenly became thin. Her long locks sprawled on the floor like a river of bronze, framing her lovely face and the uncertainty it painted. She looked up to the mysterious entity with glowing red eyes who still pinned her down.
There was no conversation exchange between them, letting the silence engulf their bodies in its belly. They gazed into each other's eyes as the surge of familiarity came upon them like a slow haze, bearing the morning dew.
But did she know this entity? What were the events of the past encounter she had with this unknown creature? What past could she probably have when all Glaucia remembered was the deep, dark sea, which was as dark as the room they were in?
After a minute of absorbing each other's presence, a strong hand gently glided through her cheeks, feeling every inch until his thumb found her rosebud lips. His rough thumb slowly stroked them, studying every detail while she froze and struggled more with her breathing.
"Hmm…" the entity growled, gradually loosening his hold on her hands. "Your eyes are still as mesmerising." Once he was satisfied with her lips, he leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Why did you lie?"
His voice, hoarse and needy, sent shivers down her spine. Glaucia did not flutter her eyelashes as she lost control of her body, which trembled when his hand began to explore her curves. Some spark ignited inside her when his long nail softly slid down the thin fabric of her clothes. Glaucia's heartbeat was now pounding in her ears, blurring all of her senses as her hearing was clogged by the sound of the entity's deep breathing, along with her sight going black after getting a last glimpse of those red eyes about inches away.
Glaucia faded into the abyss only to feel the touches of the mysterious being who now dwelled and savoured every scent of her neck and flowing hair. It was too familiar, but she couldn't recall where and when she had this interaction. His scent, too, was nostalgic, but there were no memories she could scour in her head except that her heartbeat was as loud as the thunderclaps in the sky.
She shivered under him, but was uncannily comfortable. The entity continued to caress her, to feel every inch of her skin. With his sharp nails, he successfully cut the soft fabric that served as clothing. There was a tremble and a gasp when he touched her leg and cupped her buttocks. With this response, the faceless being moved upwards to her face, brushing his lips to hers in the process. The touch was sending a whirlwind of emotions that was new to Glaucia. She breathed deeper and deeper, blending her exhales with his as he looked into that askance gaze of hers.
"Why did you lie?" He asked her again—this time, it was softer and more longing than interrogating.
The silver-eyed beauty said nothing, for she knew not what to fathom on his inquiry.
Lie?
What did she lie about?
Did she ever lie?
There was nothing to recall. Her mind was blank, her senses dulled, and the only images she had were of the dark waters repeating in her head.
Yet, there was this new sensation—this emotion she was certain she could no longer erase when he began to feel her. Though his skin was rough and had the same nails as a vulture's, it never felt vicious.
She finally calmed down after the blood rushed to her head. She savoured every moment of this unknown entity's presence, slowly exploring every inch of his skin and traversing his well-toned body hidden under the cloak of the darkness. Her fingers glided on him, feeling the rough scars that adorned his back. She suddenly felt sorry. There were lines on his back—so many scars, so many wounds he had suffered that her heart sank for him. She made a little gasp when she discovered a much larger scar on his abdomen. In response, the entity let out a low snarl and tightened his hold on her, drawing her closer to his now-shivered body.
He hated being vulnerable. He hated how she made this noise, seemingly pitying him when she touched the scar he hated the most. However, 'hate' was too much for him to feel, knowing how he remained entranced by her beauty and gentleness. 'Hate' was such a big notion—even though she no longer remembered him…
"Why?" He mumbled as he buried his face into her neck. "Why?"
Glaucia had no answer, only opening her eyes to the darkness and staring blankly ahead while taking the entity into her arms.
Her body now had a mind of its own—feeling him, letting him have all of her as if it was never new. Like, it had happened before.
"Why? Why did you lie?" The entity desperately asked her, looking into her eyes as one hand cupped her face.
"I—" Glaucia struggled to open her mouth as if a lump of apple was stuck in her throat. It was a curse, if one could tell. She wanted to reason, but her will to speak forfeited—sentenced to be maimed for only the heavens knew how long.
The dead air became unbearable. The long silence from his little prey became a nuisance.
"Not a word?" He inquired with obvious frustration.
Glaucia tried to mouth her words while blindly touching his face, but sadly, the words ceased midway, giving only rumbles like a child.
With this, the entity was furious. He madly choked her, causing the poor Glaucia to scuffle. His eyes even glowed redder, along with his temper. Not a second after surprising the foundling with his assault, the mysterious entity devoured her as he savagely kissed her lips, forcing his tongue to conquer every bit of her.
Finally, a sound comes from his little prey—a sound of skirmish and prayers for mercy. It was music to his ears. The more she mumbled, the more his desire to overpower her grew stronger. After a few more whacks over her lips, Glaucia raised a white flag and succumbed to the entity's brutal lust.
The entity spared no moment in conquering her mouth. He wanted to taste that wetness, those unsaid words, and that sweet taste of defeat. He won her—forcefully had his price, and he never recoiled. Why would he? The rare beauty waned under him, and she was his to savour. His kiss deepened despite the bites she gave him. Blood may have drawn out from his lips, but it was nothing but a poetic décor to his win. "More… more…" He taunted her after every kiss. "Why did you lie? Why? Why?"
He could feel her lips swell by then, and a spark of mercy came upon him. He spared her from being suffocated by his mouth and moved down to her neck, biting and leaving marks to remind her of the ordeal he had sentenced her to. She moaned from the sting but no longer protested as her strength dwindled. The entity's hungry lips moved down again, finding her chest. The cloth that covered her was bothersome, and without second-guessing or caring for her sanity, he ripped her clothes off and immediately took hold of her breasts, which were voluptuous and silky. He teased her as he squeezed her nipples hard, wanting to hear more of her cries. "Your voice is melodious. Can my little owl sing more?" he laughed as he squeezed her nipples again.
Satisfied with the feel of her breasts in his palms, his mouth took over—tasting and sucking those rosy hard nipples until she stopped crying. Yet, Glaucia never stopped crying. The madness of his soul was too overpowering and hard to stray away from. She felt his anger with every bite of her skin, she felt his madness with every flick of his tongue to her nipples. She wailed—a lamb slaughtered by a wolf under the pale moonlight. He is indeed a wolf, a hunter—and it was all too clear now.
Her breast was sore from his savage needs. Along with the brewing numbness, she became sombre, drowning once more under the sea as her tears stopped rolling and her pleas no longer echoed. She was tranquil as his hands explored more of her skin. Her exhale gradually became cool and composed as her hands held onto his hair—hair? Yes, it was thick and wavy. She had a moment to brush the outline of his face and concluded it was chiselled and coarse. Perhaps he has a beard like Papa Aegeus? Glaucia's mind battled against sleep, and some traces of visions manifested in her head when all of a sudden—
"Ah!" She moaned when a tongue licked the entrance of her womanhood. She had not even noticed him setting her legs apart as her mind wandered off into a nostalgia, she could not vividly envision.
He was ravaging her more. The taste of her lips—her main tongue was not enough. He kissed her sensitive entrance and gently took in all of her as if it were a rose in full bloom. There was a smile on his lips when he sucked her bud and the sound of her moan resonated all around them. He won both the war and the battle. He had her, not yet to the fullest, but she was slowly to be his, much like in the past, which was now lost somewhere inside her.
He groaned as he continued to lick her, even inserting his tongue deep within her to provoke another moan that aroused him. She gripped his hair tightly, breathing heavily as the climax was about to be reached.
The surge of new emotion danced within her, lifting her so high that the silver-eyed beauty could no longer feel the hard ground under her. His touch was warm, a fire blazing all over her that heeded not to hurt her, instead to comfort her, letting her know that amidst the chill and dire loneliness, he was there looking out for her. The feel of his tongue on her was a vertigo that would not fade away. A fever that melted her like a burning oil lamp sitting in a calm room. Her little wails were the night's tempo, the soprano along with the darkness's percussion, and the melody the nightingale came to know.
He delighted in her exhilaration. His beating heart grew loud and dwelled in the prey's delirium, seeing through her that the intimacy he gifted was unsolicited and out of the blue. He missed her, but he was still red in rage, knowing she still had no recollection of the past they both shared.
Kissing the swelling petals of her femininity, the entity thought, "Why can you not remember? Why can you not recall the lie you declared that greatly stabbed me through the heart? This intimacy we had now, do you not remember it? Those rendezvous away from the gods' eyes—all of those, were those now erased from your memory? I only did what I have done to cleanse the obstacles—to drain out the noise that separated us. I rage before the heavens, for the detestations that shed my name into pieces had been too much. Your lies were the embers that had started it all.
I loathe you. I loathed you the moment you arrived. I loathe the moment I saw your bright eyes. I loathed you because after all the battles between us, I ended up loving you." Unusual for him, from his bloodshot right eye, a single tear rolled down… down to Glaucia's stomach, all red from his trail of bites.
He then departed from her womanhood. Looking down into her half-shut eyes that still pleaded mercy to him. He smirked, letting it be known to her that mercy had left his soul a long time ago. There was only anger and a raging desire to satisfy his needs. As they remained cloaked in darkness, with the moonlight only hailing every few minutes, he slowly lowered and angled his hard manhood into her throbbing flower and entered without giving any clue of his intention. The poor lady was in shock, buried under a thousand jittering emotions when he invaded her. He pleasured her tightness—the sensation he always reminisced about when he lost her. He thrust hardheartedly, pounding her into oblivion until her thoughts went blank and her cries crumbled the hard walls that caged them. He pounced hard because he was frustrated with her, angry when she lied in front of Zeus, and enraged when she denied him. He thrust more and more into her, wanting to hear her cries that now turned into a sacrificed lamb's wails. His dry soul was fortified by her downfall.
Yet...
As he neared climax, he pitied her, even unconsciously tearing along with her whispery pleas to him. He lowered down to her and took over her mouth to make her sorrows in one with his delights, overpowering her wails as he sucked her tongue and let not one more noise resonate from her.
While her body was completely taken over, Glaucia slowly opened wide to see the moon peeping from a window, plastered on the far side. The moonlight crept through the opening, revealing visions from her distant past. She was overwhelmed by the images racing in her head. They were too unreal, but too acquainted with all of them. As his pace was becoming more leisurely and her insides became comfortable with his manhood, one scene emerged among all the rest. It was a chapter of rebelliousness and freedom. There he was, face all blurred. Truly, it was him. She knew it too well now that she had known his body. She now understood why there was a feeling of shame and pleasure at the same time when their bodies became one. The innocent and the wise all battled within her, but now, perceiving the vision of her intertwined with this being from a mysterious past, Glaucia grasped the connection between them.
Her moan became gentle and soft, he too slowed down and just relished the feel of her tightness until his seed spurred inside her—the same sensation he dearly kept and remembered, knowing now she no longer could ever look back. Or so he thought.
There was a brief moment of solitude as they rested after their intense display of lust. But once again, fate was a trickster—a master of play that never permitted one actor to go against its will—that instead of a persistent peace, the lies Glaucia made in her past surged again in the mysterious hunter's veins, that anger was alarmed. Opening his red eyes to gaze at the sleeping Glaucia, he raised his arms stiffly and strangled her neck, prompting her to stare confusedly and frightfully into his eyes. "Why did you lie… Athena?"
His voice was cold, and he gazed like a vulture ready to devour her fully. She knew not what to say. A lie? What did she lie about? And once and for all, she wondered, who is Athena?
His choke on her became tighter, gradually depriving her throat of some air until she passed out. There was no answer from her, and there will never be. She knew not what to say except to cry again and croak until she screamed.
Glaucia screamed amidst the struggle…
She screamed until…
"It is alright, my sweet! It is all just a dream!" Mama Elpida comforted her as she woke her up.
Glaucia frantically opened her eyes wide and immediately clung on to her mama and to her papa, who were there trying to ease her from the nightmare she had endured.
"No need to be afraid," Elpida added, cupping her foundling's sweaty, pale face. "Shh… it was all a dream. No need to cry."
But Glaucia cried. She could not help it. Was it all just a dream? A malicious nightmare? It felt all too real for her—the touch, his kiss, the way he… oh, all too real!
She melted into Mama Elpida's arms and nibbled on her finger as her mind still could not cope with what was happening. She felt sore down there—was it just a dream?
Papa Aegeus was worried and could not stop feeling sorry for her. He saw the fear bulging from those beautiful silver orbs and understood the restlessness she suffered, especially in the way she shivered and how her hand trembled while holding his. Their poor Glaucia was being punished with an omen they could not fathom when it started.
"We are here, my dear. We promise, however we can, to aid your plight. You do not deserve to be imprisoned by misery." Calmly, despite the obvious worry on his face, Papa Aegeus vowed as he clasped Glaucia's cold hand between his.