Doom Upon All The World

Chapter 18: Nicolynn

He'd come into the room in a fit of smiles and joy.

He showed the paintings to Nicolynn and it brought tears to even her eyes.  Mythalus has never been one for nicities, or gifts.  But this, this was true sympathy and appreciation, an improvement to his somewhat negative character. 

"I need you to look through these for me."  He hands her the sketchbook, stepping away from it with something like anxiety.  She chuckles at his expression.  "Why?  What are you afraid of?"  She questions as she opens the book and finds her answer.  Her eyes stroll over the image of Commander Cullen between the Seeker's thighs, suckling at the apex like he'll never eat again. 

"Oh.  That's why."  She blushes and grins, flipping through the pages, fairly impressed and slightly intrigued.  Mythalus is quite skilled.  But that's not what grips her.  It's the thought that this heat, this passion, this love scrawled on this page brought about the birth of the man standing before her.  Something about that makes seeing these so sexy and arousing.  She lays flat on her stomach on the bed, leaning over the book.  Her eyes glance upward in Anthony's direction, smirking knowingly. 

Her blouse hangs low as she leans upward.  She can feel his gaze on her, his eyes lingering on the tops of her breasts as they peek out of her shirt before returning to her face.  But her attention is on the sketches again.  "This one's not so bad."  She mutters, turning the book around to show him.  He flinches, expecting another explicit depiction of his parents sex life. 

Instead, the image that jumps out at him is of his mother, holding a dark haired baby in her arms, her brow slick with sweat, but the smile on her face is larger than life itself.  Nicolynn grins as he softens at the sight of it.  His eyes are sad briefly.  She returns to flipping through the drawings and can feel Anthony holding his breath.  Her gaze wanders over the pages, finding the next picture more intimate than the last.  

Her eyebrow arks up at the sketch of Cullen standing over Cassandra, hazily lining himself up with her sex.  The look of anticipation on his face is breathtaking.  The next is of Cassandra, straddling her husband, her hands flat on his chest as he holds her in place against his hips.  They are both partially clothed, obviously trying to work one another up.  The images grow in graphic intimacy as she turns through the sketches.  This one almost speaks to her.  She can hear the pleas in Cassandra's voice as she examines the page.  It's a simple close up of her face, outlining her closed eyes, her pointed nose, the scar high on her cheek, and the agape mouth as she pleads for Cullen to give her more.  

She turns to the next and finds Cullen on his back, his hands holding Cassandra's short dark hair in between his fingers, keeping her close as her mouth sucks off his cock, watching as he throws his head back in ecstasy.  More images follow.  Cassandra on all fours with Cullen caressing her from behind.  Cullen pressed firmly on top of Cassandra as she gazes over his shoulder, gripping his taut backside, wrapping her legs around his.  Cassandra lying on the bed, her shirt pulled up, trousers untied, hand shoved inside, as Cullen enters the room looking surprised but ravenous, like he could devour her with his eyes. 

But then there's one that makes her look up at Anthony.  Cassandra lies on the bed, looking up sleepily at her husband, out stretched in preparation for sleep in the aftermath of their relations.  Cullen's hand is on her side, as if it had just been moving downward.  She can faintly see the trail of his fingers from her collar to her hip.  She's fully exposed but somehow, the picture isn't sexual.  Her eyes hold all the love in the world for the man that this memory belongs to.  Nicolynn turns the book around and shows Anthony the drawing.

"Nicolynn!"  He whines, covering his eyes.  She laughs lightly at the blush on his face as she puts the book down and admires it mildly.  "What?"  She responds shrugging, running her fingers over the coal drawn lines.  "You came from this body, Anthony.  It's beautiful."  She mutters and her eyes turn up to him as she holds her head up in her palm.