11-04-2011, 06:52 AM
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He nodded his head sagely, he understood the need to follow the one you loved's directions. The sense of duty and dependence was one he knew very well. That same feeling had led him down the path of following Kailypso's directions to slice her stomach open in an attempt to save their already dead son. It was also what had killed her; blood loss and exhaustion. Of all the men León had silenced within his life, none of their blood stained his hands so thoroughly and heavily than that of his wife. He could still see the earthen appendages colored crimson by her life fluids. Could remember seeing the light fading from her violet eyes, the same ones that her daughter had inherited, and knowing that it was his fault. All his fault.
How the man managed to ready himself to engage in unwanted sex with Aeron and actually go through with the act he would never know. The man had become lost to his own mind, unfocused on her and what they were doing with their bodies, although by experience and subconscious directions the man made every attempt to be gentle with her and not hurt her with his large size like he had done with Io. When he was done the man left quickly so she could compose herself before facing her mate. The man however immediately retreated to his room and brooded in the heavy silence that laid there.
If the women wanted to engage him with conversation then they were welcomed to knock and invite him back out but of his own will he would stay within the room and think. Not long after he rose from the chair and gripped onto the bottle he had brought out earlier, taking a short sip of it and trying to ignore the horrific crushing feeling of claustrophobia as he stared at the stony wall.
He nodded his head sagely, he understood the need to follow the one you loved's directions. The sense of duty and dependence was one he knew very well. That same feeling had led him down the path of following Kailypso's directions to slice her stomach open in an attempt to save their already dead son. It was also what had killed her; blood loss and exhaustion. Of all the men León had silenced within his life, none of their blood stained his hands so thoroughly and heavily than that of his wife. He could still see the earthen appendages colored crimson by her life fluids. Could remember seeing the light fading from her violet eyes, the same ones that her daughter had inherited, and knowing that it was his fault. All his fault.
How the man managed to ready himself to engage in unwanted sex with Aeron and actually go through with the act he would never know. The man had become lost to his own mind, unfocused on her and what they were doing with their bodies, although by experience and subconscious directions the man made every attempt to be gentle with her and not hurt her with his large size like he had done with Io. When he was done the man left quickly so she could compose herself before facing her mate. The man however immediately retreated to his room and brooded in the heavy silence that laid there.
If the women wanted to engage him with conversation then they were welcomed to knock and invite him back out but of his own will he would stay within the room and think. Not long after he rose from the chair and gripped onto the bottle he had brought out earlier, taking a short sip of it and trying to ignore the horrific crushing feeling of claustrophobia as he stared at the stony wall.