'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 15: 'Everybody has an Ex-to forget' (Talek)

I left the security of the shrubs to follow him, when he abruptly left Danni; I was as close as I could manage without tripping any other unknown senses he may have acquired recently.

I pressed myself against the bark of a quaking aspen tree - I could hear him choking in the distance, even with the trees maniacally laughing; rattling out of control. It gave my searching senses some warped gratification upon my gravitation towards him.

"Stop!" He belled. "Don't you dare come near me... you piss ant!"

"What's wrong, my little doggy-boo?" A cooed but fallacious laugh spat walking away from the protection of the shadowy night.

Lengthy legs swayed side to side; bold curves traveled up thighs, carrying a toned, moist buttocks; to hips that vivaciously slimmed her waist tightly; belly-toned for the world to see; ample bosoms' that seemed to have just been pumped up with some great exercise. The sandy blonde hair waved over her chest slightly, framing the tanned oval face. Lips stained of flush; wintry eyes flared off the lamp post standing near-by. This was no ordinary, or extraordinary being... this creature had a name... Stacia...!

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A creature that belonged in my rear-view; a past that I had - at one time - thought was a future; but, as per usual, turned to a hell of a disaster of human-on-human emotion. An anguished type of deception I'd been coerced into. Eyes shuffled by inexperienced; delusional; youthful hope. For weeks, my eyes had deceived capable human senses. A kiss there; a hand gliding here; an eventual flirtation blossoming beneath stunning displays of light by way of sunsets. I had developed a seriously beautifying infatuation.

**

The night we ultimately consummated the love that which was thought to be 'tried and true,' was devastatingly re-advised on one contrived and eventful night.

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The moment this specific night blew up all over my face – rather than hers – had begun as I was reaching the epitome of any reasonably, good climax (what am I saying! Any climax is an amazing relief).

She had pulled myself and my member tighter than needed for any kind of closeness; while entwining her snake-like legs around my torso. That begging (or nagging) for release sensation pounding in me suddenly rushed out; there was no way of essentially pulling back and not sinking into her warmth. As quickly as the geyser-like spray had ceased, and I had begrudgingly sighed a final groan, her legs unclenched.

The all intense and purpose force that which had been refusing to let myself escape out of her, suddenly sent my unwanted body flying backward, battering me with an immense thud against the solid pastel painted brick wall; splitting it from floor to ceiling.

**

This was also one of the first nights in realizing I could take on more pain than a 'normal' body could (or should) be able to withstand.

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After slapping debris from various places of skin – one place not so typically introduced to any kinds of man-made material – I fumbled around her apartment to put on my thrown about pieces of clothing. Fumbling with zipping my pants, the room went silent...deathly silent. She was immediately gone; I knew it; I could sense it. I was purposely used as a 'hit-it, and quick-it' juice dispenser.

Having one larger brain out-smarted by one's just slightly smaller-brain instills a dangerous tale; a tale that should be warned around the country as ways of preventing such scenarios. Do. Not. Listen... to that smaller brain! It can cause serious, life-altering, repercussions. Wrap it, before you plaster it.

All confusions came to a collective heap as eyes had been finally un-blinded by sorcery. I had exigently thought I was falling for an auburn haired; soft eyed young woman with curiously adoring mannerisms and of typical height; minimal build.

Once that imaginary character had all but faded immediately as she let the delusionary curtain fall; the impacted prod in my chest spewed for months, as with slightly smeared pupils fled till nothing could comparingly bring that type of emotion out of me – ever.

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Re-emerging from an episode of unsolicited recollection, the subtle sultriness pooling out of her mouth could give the faintest of hearts a relapse into sudden unconsciousness. I, myself at this point, would like to give a gratifying clocking right 'bout now.

That voice scrapped through the image frolicking in my mind, pulling me away from the past, to the all too real present tense.

I can't say I'm always caught off guard, but, this – her – had really sent me into a memory sting that had no reasoning to remember.

That tingle still seared my eyes towards a streaming gush; though I wouldn't allow it then, and, I certainly won't default to the feelings now. It's a funny feeling to rehash forgotten memories in the matter of a few fractional seconds. I barely even recalled the name she had faked to bring such a destructive illusion to life.

"You can't handle a bit of restrain, for just one night of your life, can you my manic worker?" She barked whacking him atop Ben's military buzz.

"I handled not eating her right then and there pretty damn well... What I can't handle is the piercing pain scorching through the hole you drilled into my back and out of my chest!" He coughed in guzzles as he chugged for air.

She bent down to meet his gaze. Her fair nailed fingers groping his chin. Smacking a tiny condescending gesture as she duck-billed her lips.

"Ah, now, I had to make it look as real as possible, boobah..."

Relieving those plumb bleached lips from the previous mouth motion to an even creepier resolved – smile. "... Otherwise, you would've had her all to yourself in one bloody night – I'm not sure that would have worked." Squeezing his cheeks quickly together, while rising to stand – hand on hips, in classic stature. "... Besides, they can't all turn out to be as damned as I am."

"It was working just fine you...Scandinavian bitch!" He belled.

An effortless movement found her left footed stiletto – come-shuck-me-heel – singed into Ben's shoulder with such easiness of that of slicing into room temperature butter.

Though this particular shoe was clearly made of a different material – as the heel glinted as it made its' graceful entrance within the retaliating sheens' eruption, as oozing strings of crimson flowed as though a make-shift river had been forced to fruition from a damning storms' liberal amounts of water down-pours.

The etching siren swelling the trees canopies, had made even the tiniest of hairs upon my body crawl towards a salute in an unsettling response.

He was an easy target for her to coerce for a complete and total henchman. He has to be such a confused being in having been just not twenty minutes ago, sucking off a male professor.

Somehow, I still have the instinct to surely believe Blayke has something to do with all of this – even... her and the unwavering bitchery still intact within that rotting soul of hers.

Ben was too weak to fight them off.

Perhaps, that mouth had swallowed the toxic riddled cyanide that inseminated others of uninvited contamination. But... this time... maybe, I can get Ben out of this mess that's entangled he and his insatiable sexual addict ways.

"She's essential." She spat.

His wailing rung true again, as the trees swayed ferociously within the swarming winds. Whatever her heel was made of, it was something I didn't want to find myself on the other end of.

If that can send him those kinds of shrilled pain (I could rapidly and vividly) imagine what it would do to me.

But, if it were to mean, that I could get resolve from the debauchery she wielded years ago – then, I will gladly take it as I lay watching the flames track up her body; galloping harshly onto that infuriating face.