Threads of Fate

by Lexi Esme

“You called out to me. And I know your name. I addressed you as Amata for a reason.” I scarcely dare to breathe, “And why's that?” He lifts a hand to caress the side of my face, making warmth crawl up my neck and cheeks. “Because where I’m from, Amata is a term of affection we give to our destined wives.”

"Only our wives can command us. You called out to me, and here I am. If I weren’t tied to you, that wouldn’t have happened. It’s fated, Amata...”

"We can work," I assure her. "I'm not that different from you. If you need time to adjust, I can give you time. Soon enough, we will do anything normal married couples of your species do."

“Don’t apologize for touching what belongs to you,” His voice comes huskily.

“Better yet, how about you repeat what you just said to my wife?” Todd’s eyes cross as he gawks at Sephtis, who looms over his smaller frame, like a predator with his prey. The lights in Visionaries buzz, their intensity increasing with every step Sephtis takes to close the distance.

She leans her head against my shoulder for the rest of the drive, and suddenly, it's like nothing else exists. In that moment, I'm a happy husband.

“The venom in my fangs is a powerful aphrodisiac, a little bit leaves my victims temporarily paralyzed in an orgasmic state, and entirely relaxed."

"Oh—oh god—" I cry, and he yanks me closer in response, sucking hungrily on my sensitized, swollen clit. The room spins, and tears well in my eyes. “Tell me you’re mine,” He says his voice a dark ripple, relishing the utter torment he's inflicting. I feel my leg muscles convulse, straining to break through the paralysis and wrap around him. He only presses his tongue harder. He pulls back only to hiss: "Say it," his voice hoarse and demanding.

I hug myself and watch Sephtis, who watches me as well. "You never harmed me. But, you think we can’t work?" I ask. "I know... " he mutters somberly, "because I've tried before." My mind is suddenly flooded with memories: the first night Sephtis had slept in the guest bedroom, how he'd suffered a nightmare, and called out in his sleep, distraught and begging forgiveness. "You had a wife." My words are a statement, not a question.

"Command it of me, Amata." His lips brush against mine. "I am yours to have and to hold, my heart is yours for eternity."

“Your orgasms are addictive, and you look so beautiful when you come.”