The change in my relationship had me floating on air. As I skipped through the hallway towards my office, I hummed an explicitly sexual song from the late 2200's. I hated working in my office and preferred the openness of the kitchen, but this was a private matter. Even though I dreaded the meeting, my life was going too well to act depressed. I was in a state of euphoria.
Making my way to my smart desk, I started the call. They wanted an update on Kimberly Armor. The room slowly darkened as the blinds came from the ceiling, obscuring the view of the forest near the side of the house. A rainbow of light bloomed on my lenses before I was seeing the same underground bunker where this all started.
"Myles," Nova said. She was almost always the first to arrive. I could hear her children screaming in the background of her audio. "Hey," I greeted her. We had kept in contact lately so there was no awkwardness as there normally would have been. Next to enter the conversation were my triplet brothers Donovan, Iman, and Oliver who used separate screens while sitting in the same room. They even had on the same style of uniform.
"Hey," Nova said to her twin Kendrix as he entered the conversation. The other six siblings filtered in soon after. I only took the time to greet Celine as we wired for our parents. She smiled back at me, but the others didn't even glance in my direction. I could feel my mood dim the longer we waited. I wished nothing more than to join Bernardo and Alejandro, who I heard walking past the door.
"Children," my mother said as she entered the chat. She was wearing a satin purple dress that matched her eyeshadow. My father entered last as we all went silent.
"Good morning, everyone. Morris updates on the defensive partnership with the Oceanic Principality." My father always started with the eldest children. I knew I would be last, so I did my best to look engaged while they answered his questions. I wondered how normal families talked when they gathered. Imagining that swept me away to a world where we all played together and used our magic for fun.
"Myles!" Nova shouted at me to get my attention. "Yes," I answered.
"He asked, have you had any updates on the Muerte terrorist group?" My siblings were snickering in the background, but I ignored them. Only three people in the conversation were actively running a nation, my parents and me. I would not let them get me down.
"While again I am not the main point of contact for this matter, they have informed me that the terrorist group has sheltered in the mountain villages during this time of the year in the past. Kimberly Armor may or may not be there with them, but we assume that she is since the weaker members gather around the stronger members historically. The loose social structure makes it hard to determine her whereabouts since there seems to be no accountability reporting between members. Bernardo is working with our intelligence analyst to develop a relationship with village leaders in that area who would inform us if they make contact. Our primary goal is to capture and send members back to their original nations for prosecution."
"Why are you not more involved in the effort?" My mother stared me down. It was hard not to avert my eyes under her lioness gaze. "We must not let our priorities become so focused on one issue that we don't notice another arising. Bernardo is more equipped for this kind of mission while I spend my time on the other concerns." She nodded her head.
"You need to squash these insects like the roaches they are before it sends a message that the West tolerates terrorism," my father added. "And they will be. We all know I would not be the person to do it the way it needs to be, so I've stepped back. This is how it will be." I wanted the conversation to end as it had become circular. Nobody responded to what I had said. They were not used to me speaking with finality.
"That is all," my father said before ending his call. My siblings and mother quickly exited behind him, leaving just Celine and me. Her hair was curled, and she wore a black turtlenecked garment that didn't show the strain of the veins around her neck.
"Myles, are you okay," she asked when my brother Tevin ended his connection. "Yes, I am. Are you feeling better?" She rolled her neck and gave a tight smile as she always did when asked this question.
"Some days are easier than others. I woke up the other day and forgot that I couldn't walk. SO many years have passed and yet my dreams haven't caught up to my actual life." There was a heartbreaking, gut-wrenching sorrow in her voice.
"The medical team will find a solution so we can expel the curse from your body," I said. I wanted to be reassuring, but years have passed with little progress. Anyone would lose the will to keep fighting. "Yeah, I have to go make sure that the staff doesn't miss this deadline," she said before ending the call.
I could feel that my mood was now heavy, so I stood up and took a deep breath. I had to release, mentally, all the negative energy before I walked out of my office that I wouldn't return to for at least another week. I didn't make it down the first step before Bernardo snatched off my feet and into his arms. He rushed to the bedroom and tossed me on the bed. Looking up, I noticed that Bernardo was standing there shirtless and damp from what I assumed to be a shower. He smelled strongly of allspice, vetiver, and an undertone of tobacco.
"What are you doing?" I said as I tried to hold back a smile. "It's been a while and I have a lot of pent-up energy," he said as he approached the bed. His sturdy hands grabbed my feet and worked quickly at taking my shoes off. When those fell to the ground he looked at my pants with distaste and almost tore them off of me. Once my pants were off exposing the lacy underwear beneath he moaned. He stopped holding himself back and tore my shirt from my body and then my panties. With no hesitation, he pulled his underwear off, releasing his dripping rod.
He climbed atop of me and brought his lips down on mine. I felt his breath enter my mouth as my lips parted to prepare for him to invade. We had excellent chemistry. It was like we were reading one another's mind. He caressed my face as we kissed. I moaned when he grabbed my hips and lowered his body against mine and ground against me. His lips moved from my lips to my neck, then to my nipples. Flicking the pert buds with the tip of his tongue, I moaned louder than I already had been.
He removed his lips from my nipples and began moving down. He pushed my legs to my chest, leaving me exposed. His warm breath blew over my most sensitive parts before his tongue graced my skin. He flicked his tongue in and around me as he tried to coat it with the vanilla flavor I had coated myself in discreetly. He moaned in satisfaction as he kept pushing my legs further back until they were resting by my head. Luckily what I lacked in strength I made up for with flexibility so the position was not too uncomfortable. My hands found comfort resting on his head as he went to work.
As much as I was enjoying the sensations he was bringing I got most of my pleasure from making my partner feel good. "My turn," I said, using my legs to lock around his neck and pull him to my side. He laughed allowing me to flop him on his back leaving his manhood standing like a flagpole. I moved like lightning to stuff him into my mouth. I could feel him gripping the sheets as I went deeper, doing my best to push down the urge to gag. As I picked up a rhythm, I felt one of his fingers enter me which urged me to provide him with more pleasure.
I turned my attention to his hairy balls and took time on each of them. That was his sweet spot. He moaned louder than a lion could ever hope to roar. When he was panting and moaning, I pulled his right leg to the side and propped it up exposing his tight hairy hole. The moment my tongue swirled around his hole; he squeezed his toes together and slapped me on the bottom. The sensation must have been too much since he pushed me away after only a few minutes.
"I haven't had that done to me in a long time," he said with a smile before he forced me into a kiss. "Lay on your stomach for me, baby boy," he said politely. Doing as I was told I laid on my stomach and he placed a pillow under me so it propped my lower body up. I moistened the skin around my entrance with a simple water gel magic and he placed himself at my puckering hole. I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I waited for him to open me up. With a deep breath, he pushed into me at a snail's pace. I bit down on the blanket, trying not to scream out as he worked at getting himself all the way inside. His skin was hot.
"Am I hurting you?" I was getting used to him being inside so I moaned out the word "Move." He took the order and began rolling his hips to hit that special spot inside of me. He increased his pace gradually until he was slamming into me, which I loved. He pounded me but would slow down to see if I was okay. Soon he had me on my knees while he kissed my neck. I tried to match his pace, but he was in full control. It didn't take long for us both to release and fall to the blankets in a sweaty heap. He didn't remove himself from me and I didn't want him too hoping for another round.
"Um, it sounds like you two finished in there. I hate to interrupt but we have some urgent news for the both of you," Alejandro said from the other side of the door. I wanted to crawl inside of myself knowing he had heard the entire thing.
"Give us a moment," Bernardo said with a chuckle. He kissed my naked shoulder before removing himself from me. I tried to hide my face from him, which only seemed to cause him to laugh harder.
"The life of a royal never stops. If only we had thirty more minutes. Come on, baby, we need to make sure the kingdom hasn't burned down yet." I wanted nothing more in that moment because the embarrassment was about to do me in. I got out of bed avoiding his eyes and prepared myself for the newest issue.