Up above us, the window is slammed shut. Mrs Crocombe doesn’t want to hear this part. But she may be out of luck because I am intending on being very loud.
“You’re mine," I kiss her. “For better or worse.”
“Or worse, or worserer,” she says with grammatical abandon, kissing me back before I can correct her.
We make love in the middle of the garden, not stopping when the mist begins to roll in, covering us in blankets of ever thickening fog. This is where we will find both our madness and our modesty.
Nina
The fog is usually full of terrible images. But with Bryn buried deep inside me it is not terror that surrounds me. It is an orchestra of filthy hallucinations turning the mist into knotting, mating angels and demons, humans and divine creatures, and everything in between. He holds me above him, his hands on my ass, my thighs spread around his hips, my knees on the grass and my back arched to allow my hips to swing up and down in a carnal arc that guides his thick cock into my tight interior time and time again. We are making love along with all creation. With the birds, the bees, the deer in the forest, and every other thing that has ever drawn breath. In the deep fog I feel not only pleasured but connected. I belong to Bryn, but I also belong to the heavens. For the very first time, I feel my angel blood singing in my veins, resonating with a higher beauty.
I have been freed from the past. I have had my comforting illusions smashed before my eyes. I have been taken to the depths of despair and thanks to Jonah’s possession of Craig, to one of the side-gates of Hell. Everything that could destroy me has tried to do so, and yet Bryn is right. I am still here. He is still here, and we are connected in flesh and spirit. Heaven is all around us, between us, tingling through the orgasmic receptors that flash between us with every thrust and grind we make.
He holds me down on his cock. He makes me feel his flesh impaled deep inside me. He has been in me many times before, and in many ways. Sometimes it was a corruption, others, a punishment, and still other times it was a claiming. Now it is something different again: it is salvation.
Our coupling calls me not to abandon our marriage and run scared in the face of inevitable evil. It reminds me that all good things must come to an end. Just as I am going to come, being thrust up and down on Bryn’s cock, held by his powerful hands and kissed by his passionate lips.
I have been so deeply miserable I almost missed what was right in front of me. In these dark times, on this gloomy hill, in the growing shadows of an ancient abbey, I have found the happiest of endings. The most glorious of conclusions.
Finally, I can feel the threads of narrative unwinding from me and moving on to another soul that needs them to change her deeply, transform her from the inside out, make her more than she is, and turn her into a true heroine, someone capable of surviving the worst of the world without losing sight of the best.
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