MIGUEL opened his eyes. He was lying on his bed with no memory of what happened before he fell asleep. It was still raining. Yes, he remembered it was raining in the afternoon. When he got up, the first thing he noticed was his long claws and bloody hands. He jumped in terror. What happened to him?
He glanced beside him and found Vanessa, adding to his horror, naked and lifeless. Her throat was slit, and she had claw marks all over her slender body. Miguel froze. What had he done?
Vanessa was dead. He killed her!
“N-no! No!”
“Miguel!”
Miguel bolted from his sleep, panting hard.
“What’s wrong?”
Vanessa caught his face. He stared in shock. She was still alive. There was concern in her beautiful face.
“Are you all right?”
“V-Vanessa...” He turned to her, trembling.
“Yes, it’s me. Did you have a dream?”
His chest was pounding hard.
His eyes roamed around her body. Vanessa was naked under the blanket. He sighed in relief.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” he asked.
Vanessa smiled and stroked his face.
“Why would you hurt me? You were so amazing.”
“I-I’m... I’m glad...”
“Would you like to tell me about your dream?”
Miguel shook his head at once.
“It was terrible. I just want to forget it.”
“It’s all right.” She gently pushed him back to bed.
“I’m glad I woke up with you beside me.”
“Me, too.” Vanessa put her head on his chest and wrapped an arm around his naked waist. “Remember when I had a nightmare, and you woke me up? I’m just so happy to return the favor.”
He stroked her back.
“Thank you.”
VANESSA grabbed the headboard, trying to keep her body in place. Miguel was holding her legs, his face buried between her thighs. She woke up aroused and ready. Miguel was kissing every part of her body.
The sensation was too much. Miguel was licking her skillfully as if he was deprived of a woman. She felt like losing her mind once again. Every stroke of his beastly tongue left her wanting for more. Until she could not take it anymore.
Vanessa froze and trembled as she came.
“Good morning,” he said.
Vanessa could not help giggling.
“Good morning.”
Yesterday, when Vanessa gave herself to him, she thought he would not fit. But the wooden phalluses she had taken were carved after Miguel’s size. Little did she know that he had already prepared her for him.
MIGUEL watched Vanessa as she worked her way into his tiny hut. She looked and felt like a dream. Who would have thought that in the middle of his chaotic life, she would come along? She did not show any disgust toward him. In fact, he had this feeling that she liked him just as the way he was. Well, it’s free to dream.
“Breakfast is ready,” she said and smiled.
He pretended he wasn’t looking at her as if he didn’t want to make love to her again. Miguel nodded and joined her at the table.
“How long are you going to do this?” he asked as they sat down.
Vanessa stared at him in amusement.
“What do you mean?”
“This...” Miguel glanced at the table. “This whole thing. You have a normal life to live, Vanessa.”
“I will live my life the way that I want.”
“You don’t know me that much.”
“You did not have to tell me your life story if you don’t want to. I know you don’t trust me completely. And it’s all right.”
VANESSA stood in front of her mirror. Unlike Vivian, she was not vain. She did not like spending time gazing at her reflection in the mirror, admiring her own beauty like a fool.
She held the necklace beneath her dress. She did not feel like she was still worthy of that necklace anymore. When Ernest comes back, she will return the necklace to him.
She took it off from her neck. She did not want to be unfair to him. Vanessa placed it in a pouch and hid it inside the cabinet.
Then she proceeded to take off her dress.
She could not help biting her lips as red marks all over her body came into view. Vanessa caressed the spot between her breasts and the minor scratches Miguel’s teeth made around her nipples.
She was crazy. This was crazy. Her father would never approve of her relationship with Miguel. Virgil might think that Miguel was no different from the beasts he hunted in the forest. He would deem him as dangerous. They would never make a normal family – one that was acceptable by society. It would only be a threat to their lives.
But Vanessa was willing to fight for him. If she could keep their affair forever, she would. It was the affair she wanted something so bad. She could not lose Miguel now. Even if she knew nothing about him. Even if it was their bodies that were only talking. Her heart and body chose him.
“YOU’RE GOING somewhere again?” Vivian called when Vanessa was making her way to the exit door.
Vanessa stopped and turned to her sister.
“Yes. And I asked for father’s permission.”
Vivian folded her arms across her chest and pouted her lips.
“You were missing out on the chores here at the pub.”
“We can already afford to hire more servers. What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t know. Something’s just off with you. Ernest declared to be dating you, and here you are, going to wherever you want. I hope you’re not that mouse who plays when the cat is away.”
Vanessa rolled her eyeballs.
“Sister, you know nothing. So if I were you, I would mind my own business. Like finding a decent man to marry, perhaps?”
Vivian frowned.
Vanessa smiled sweetly. “Bye.”
The sky was dark with clouds again. And it was only a matter of time till heavy rain fell again. Vanessa did not waste time.
“GOOD DAY!” Vanessa greeted giddily as she reached Miguel’s abode.
Miguel studied her appearance, and she did not miss that small scowl. She was dripping from the rain.
“I’ll make you a warm bath. You might catch a cold.”
“T-that’s... that’s so sweet of you.”
They stared at each other for a moment before Miguel looked away awkwardly and cleared his throat.
“This won’t take long.”
“Thank you,” she uttered softly.
She watched him do his way in the kitchen. And something naughty crossed her mind. With a giggle, she ran into the rain again.
“Vanessa!” Miguel called and ran after her. “Get inside.”
“I’m going to have a warm bath, anyway. Why don’t you just join me?” She pulled him by the hand.
For a moment, Miguel looked as if he was mesmerized by her. She smiled and put his hand under her dress.
“O-oh...” It was cold, yet Miguel’s touch was surprisingly warm. She guided his hand up to her breast. She felt him momentarily freeze. “How about you make love to me under the rain?” she asked in an enticing tone.
VANESSA grabbed Miguel’s hands kneading her breasts as the pleasure intensified with each passing moment. Their moans echoed under the rain that had grown weaker, on the other hand. He was behind her, taking her in a standing position, while Vanessa’s feet were barely touching the wet ground.
“M-Miguel!”
Vanessa could not help shaking as she came without a warning. With a groan, Miguel followed, releasing warm seed inside her.
“That was so great,” she uttered, panting.
“Yes,” he said. “And you need a warm bath.”
“You, too,” she said with a smile.