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CW: sm!tty goodness, pregnancy sm!t, pregnancy symptoms, cute and private gender reveal. MDNI. 2.6K Words.

Calliope and Beau’s love never faltered even as winter came in. The young woman’s mental health wasn’t the best but Beau was ever present, loving and supportive as he promised to be.

Something was wrong, though, and for months neither of them could figure out what it was. Their love was no different, but they both felt something was about to happen, almost sharing a strange anxiety.

Sometimes they talked about it, wondered out loud to one another what it could be.

Despite their unprotected sexual experiences, neither seemed to consider or think Calliope could be pregnant. Not for a while.

During the first week of February, the couple were preparing for a date.

Beau had gotten dressed in some nice dress pants, and a darker blue button down t shirt. He was ready after only a few minutes and was sitting around in the bedroom waiting for Calliope to be ready.

The woman came out in her dress, tears streaming down her face, “my stomach is too big I can’t wear this dress!”

The man furrowed his brows and looked at his woman, prepared to compliment her even before he saw her, “your stomach is not too big. Spin for me. You look gorgeous, Honey.”

“I’ve never felt so bloated in my life! I haven’t even had anything to eat, and I’ve spent the whole day throwing up and I’m not pretty enough now to go to dinner. Why do I look like this?”

Beau focused extra on her body, trying desperately to see what she was seeing.

Her body looked amazing in the dress. Her tummy was there… then… his mind started to track, “Honey, when did you have your last period?”

Calliope, unsure of what he was asking her, assumed it was something bad, and she started to cry.

“No, come here… You look amazing, but I’m going to take you to the hospital this week. When did you last have your period, really?” Beau tried to comfort her, rubbing her arms.

“I haven’t had it in a while,” she started crying, and wrapped her arms around her man.

…

By the end of the week, a doctor was reviewing the results of an ultrasound with Calliope and Beau.

“18 weeks pregnant… and no one noticed until now?” the doctor raised his brows judgingly at the pair, but Beau ticked his tongue in annoyance and the doctor continued, “mom and baby are healthy.”

“We should be able to tell gender at about 20 weeks, you’ll be able to schedule your appointment at the front,” the doctor finished, providing the couple with ultrasound photos of the little baby.

As soon as the couple left the hospital, they were both laughing and kissing each other. Beau scooped up Calliope in his arms, “thank you, Calliope.”

“Are you ready?” the young woman asked, her sweet eyes showing all her worry.

“More than ready,” he kissed his partner back happily, carrying her to the car and then getting her in.

A few days later, the couple woke up early one morning without meaning to. The room was dark and cold, but Beau noticed right away that Calliope was shuffling around under their blankets.

“Honey, you awake?” Beau whispered groggily, and moving his body closer to his pregnant lover.

She inched closer to him until their bodies touched, and her ass immediately pressed against his crotch area.

Her blue lover went from groggy and asleep, to hard and touchy, the moment he felt her ass against him. His cock grew against his boxers, and his lips pressed against her neck.

“I’m only awake if you are, Blue,” her voice was a soft purr, her body grinding along his boxers without consequences, “otherwise, I’m asleep.”

He couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t deny himself her body when he saw her. He felt so desperately that they understood each other in a way no one else ever could and because of that the man craved her, constantly.

Beau reached down and removed his boxers, followed by taking off the panties of his lover. He smelled them deeply before he set them aside beside his lovers head, “you never fail to amaze me.”

He spit in the palm of his hand, wrapping it around his shaft and lubricating it enough to enter his sweetheart without causing her too much pain.

“Please be gentle, you found out we’re having a baby… I’ve miscarried before, I don’t want to miscarry again,” the sudden panic in Calliope’s voice when she expressed this Beau really caused the man’s heart to feel a pang.

He shook his head and lubricated himself even more, adding calmly and lovingly, “I’ll be gentle with you, Honey… You know I don’t wanna hurt you unless it makes you hot.”

“I know,” the young woman cooed softly and kissed Beau for a moment, their tongues touching as they each reached for the other’s body like hungry heathens.

He was gentle in his thrusts, but their kisses were slightly out of control, until Beau considered her heart rate.

Beau made a split decision almost as if he was on the job as a paramedic, assessed her, and decided her heart rate was too high for him to feel comfortable. He knew miscarriage likelihood would increase if a mother’s heart rate was over a certain healthy limit for her weight.

He calmed his kisses down, playing with her tits as his hips continued carefully pressing into her.

‘Cause the rest of you, the best of you… Honey, belongs to me…

Calliope moaned and rolled her hips along to each thrust from Beau. He really had calmed down, and he was so actively paying attention to the reactions of her body and face… He was so hot, she loved him so much.

Their softer kisses and nipple play helped calm Calliope’s heart rate while still making the entire experience very pleasurable. Calliope could feel her clit being stimulated every few seconds from Beau’s greedy hand.

He wanted to make her feel better each time he touched her.

He wanted her to remember every night, to enjoy every second more than the last. He thought she deserved to be spoiled, so Beau would worship her as much as he could, every chance he got.

His thrusts felt so good against her pussy, with her producing creamy white discharge from her pussy while he continued to calmly fuck her.

For his orgasm, Beau felt himself reaching it and quickly wrapped his hands around Calliope’s throat for just a few seconds.

The little pressure, and the excitement of feeling him cumming inside her caused the young woman to let out a moan as soon as he released the pressure from her neck, “yes, Beau… yes…”

He pumped out several bursts of cum into her but pulled from choking her fairly quickly, not wanting to risk anything for too long, just wanting to make sure she came a bit too.

Ain’t it exciting you, the rumble where you lay? Ain’t you my baby?

When he was done filling her pussy, Beau slowly pulled himself out and looked at the time, “wanna make breakfast together?”

Within ten minutes, the couple had cleaned themselves in the bathroom and went to the kitchen to make breakfast together. Calliope wore a skin tight night gown, and that particular morning her belly looked more prominent.

Beau admired it and complimented her, “seeing you growing my child… I’m definitely the luckiest man ever, get that?”

“Oh, shut up…” The girl blushed and rolled her eyes at him, starting to work on his eggs for him, “just start making the toast… You don’t actually think I’m pretty anymore.”

“I literally just had a great sexual experience with you two seconds before so shut your mouth,” Beau responded, but did start making the toast. Then he started putting his uniform on and came back into the kitchen.

As he walked in, Calliope and him both looked down at her belly, noticing movement from the baby through the night gown, “oh my god, Blue, are you seeing this?”

His eyes were wide as can be, and he was at her side immediately. His hand went to her belly, “I should feel bad for not asking.”

“You should,” Calliope teased him, but wrapped her hand along his as the baby kicked beneath dad’s hand, “baby knows dad’s here…”

Beau was brought to tears as he hugged his partner and her belly, “I’m going to take such good care of the two of you.”

By February 28, 2020, the couple went to their doctor and asked for a note with their baby’s gender.

They spent most of the day talking about it, trying to figure out what they wanted to do, and when they got the envelope in their hand, Beau suggested, “bath bomb?”

“That sounds really relaxing,” Calliope admitted, but then her mind trailed back to her bath tub experience with Arthur Marlowe.

Her head spun for a second, but she caught herself before it went to deep and hurt too much, “my last experience with a bath tub wasn’t relaxing so… This will be a really fun experience.”

“I’m going to hand bathe you with a lotion with whatever color our baby turns out to be, I’m going to make this fun for you. You deserve to feel relaxed in water,” Beau kissed her lips, and lead her to the store.

Calliope really couldn’t argue with him, he made her feel comfortable, calm, and relaxed in open water… a thing sometimes she feared. How could enclosed water be any different?

When they arrived to the store, the couple asked the shop attendants to pick out their collection of hidden color bath bombs, and gave them the envelope from their doctor.

The shop attendants were teenage girls, that opened the envelope together and saw the gender and ultrasound photo.

They were clearly friends, because they were so excited.

The main attendant girl nodded her head, smiling, “congratulations! We’ll be right back. If you have any questions about the scents on the floor, Monica is out there, she’ll help you!”

The two girls ran back into a stock area, and Beau and Calliope looked at each other after they left.

The man laughed as he wrapped his arm around his lover, “teens are funny.”

The young woman laughed, “I was literally a teen until like six months ago. They’re so funny though… Can we get like colored body wash to bathe with after we find out the gender?”

“Of course we can,” Beau kissed her and walked her over to the main floor of the store.

There were body washes all along the wall, and Monica came by and introduced herself, “let me know if you have any questions. I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you so much,” Calliope responded sweetly and Monica walked back to where she was standing.

Beau looked at Calliope, pointing out the sections were color coordinated, “want me to pick out blue body washes and you pick out pink body washes?”

“You read my mind every time, go, immediately,” the girl walked over to the pink section, smelling different types and picking out three to take to Blue for him to pick his favorite.

When they met up again, he had also picked three blue scents for her to choose from, “what do you think? What blue you taking home?”

“Preferably you,” the young woman commented, but went through the scents one by one. She picked one that had beachy elements to her, “this reminds me of summer time.”

“Don’t you think remembering summer in the winter is bad for the heart?” Beau said dramatically, sniffing through her pink selections and picking out a rose, honey infusion, “this just has you written all over it.”

“Okay, rude… but no, I don’t think that,” Calliope laughed and kissed him as they walked to the front.

The girls were back and giggling with Monica, smiling at the couple happily.

Monica congratulated them, “we’re so happy for you guys! We’re comping all of it. Did you guys want to grab another thing or two? Maybe a body spray or two?”

Beau and Calliope both told the girls not to do that, but each girl said they were buying it with their discount and gifting it to them. They were being so responsible to not try to go above their budget for the night, but still help people out.

Calliope got emotional and started crying, with the girls promising it was okay and urging them to finish shopping for a few body sprays.

Beau took his woman back to the main floor and they picked out two body sprays, each with a scent that could match the body washes they chose.

They returned to check out and the girls divided up the items between the three of themselves, scanned, applied employee discounts, and gifted the items over to the young couple.

Calliope knew she’d be calling the store in the upcoming days to thank the girls and speak on their behalf to their managers.

When they arrived home, Beau ran a hot bath for himself and Calliope.

The girls had said it would be either pink or blue, with pink for a girl and blue for a boy, but that the outside color was not the inside color.

Because of this, Beau added pink and blue flower petals into the water. He set up candles along the sink, and invited his lover in with a calm call, “Honey, come when you’re ready.”

Calliope got into a white bath robe and went to join Beau.

She kissed him when she got into the bathroom, “you made it so beautiful.”

Just give me that wide smile, made for putting songs into the hurts of the doomed…

“I promised I would,” he returned the kiss with a smile, and then he looked at her, “do you want me to open the box since its got tape? Might be annoying.”

“Yeah, thank you,” Calliope nodded her head, and started to remove her bath robe, “I’ll get in the water, and we’ll drop the bath bomb in together. You already put the body wash on the wall, perfect…”

Beau finished removing his clothes then he started to unbox the bath bomb.

He did it carefully, but quickly. The bath bomb was white with stars on the outside, “I wanted it to be easy for you to get comfortable. The girls picked a cute bath bomb.”

Calliope sat down into the water, but kept her hands from the water. Beau joined her and sat down in front of her, holding the bath bomb and bringing it down into her hands.

“They really did,” Calliope smiled as she saw it and touched it, “should we count down?”

“Yeah… from three, on one we’ll lay it into the water?” Beau looked up at her with his loving crystal clear blue eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you, on one,” she repeated as she nodded her head, then started to count, “three…”

“Two,” Beau continued after a second.

“One,” they said it together, and slowly lowered the bath bomb into the water.

When it escaped their hands, it swirled in the water, and within a few seconds… the pink was bright and beautiful. Calliope’s eyes filled with tears, “Beau…”

“We’re having a daughter, Calliope… Oh my god, Honey… I love you… I’m going to have a little you running around,” the pride his eyes showed was unreal. His smile was so genuine and full of love.

Her eyes filled with tears, and damn if hope wasn’t a hard emotion to stomach… but, fuck it, she felt it.

She leaned forward and kissed him.

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NFWMB by Hozier

A Closeness by Dermot Kennedy

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1 The Phoenix Man

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CW: mentions of intoxication, some time skips/unclear language but no non-con, smut in a dream, followed by a stalking nightmare. Sudden ending that will be continued in 2 Phoenix Man when it comes out. MDNI. 3K Words.

Future date, unknown.

When Ysabel returned to her ancestral homeland, she wasn’t looking for anything other than a reconnection to her roots.

She was born in Olahia, a former colony of Espine, that to modern day still had an immigration agreement with Espine.

For anyone descended from the Espine colonizers, they were all born with dual citizenship and could be accepted into Espine without question at any point.

Ysabel was aware of this, so arriving and settling down in Espine was a million times easier than it would have been for anyone else.

She started working, and for weeks that was all she did. She had to work to take care of herself and Calista, to get a roof over them and food in her daughter’s belly.

The young mother got everything together within less than two weeks, always making sure that Calista never went hungry or slept in an unsafe space.

She prioritized her daughter, thinking of nothing else during that time.

Within a month of having moved into their apartment, Ysabel decided to go out with some friends she had met.

She left the teenage daughter of one of her friends with Calista, but she had every intention of making it home before midnight.

…

Ysabel was dancing with her friends in the center of a packed club when she first noticed Salvatore. He was a tall Afro-Espine man with strong, large shoulders and defined muscles.

He was wearing a red shirt with two buttons at the top that were unbuttoned. He was standing by himself at the bar, having a drink and scanning the crowd with deep, dark eyes.

Ysabel made eye contact with him, and she felt like she almost knew him.

She averted her gaze quickly in her shyness, continuing to dance with her friends, and deciding to forget about the man.

It wasn’t long before Salvatore finished his drink, and made his way through the crowd of people.

It was easy for him, people stepped aside when he walked by. 6’4” and intense looking. His energy was so strangely powerful, yet mysterious.

When he got to the group of women dancing together, he instantly looked around for the blue-eyed one he’d seen.

He knew when he had looked at her that she was short in height, but up close it was even more drastic because he couldn’t see the young women among the others until she stared up at him.

Her eyes were wide, pale blue, and gazed up at the taller man with a frightened expression as he reached for her.

The man took her arm, they were right beside each other, but he wasn’t pressing against her, speaking to her loud enough for her to hear over the music, “I want to dance with you. Can we?”

The man had spoken to her in Spanish.

Ysabel, in all her several years of being sheltered, never experienced this before. A man coming up to her and dancing this close?

She hadn’t danced with anyone except a high school boyfriend, and her husband, both in private or a small school party.

She didn’t even know what to say, but her friends were speaking out before she could respond, “take her, take her! She’s single!”

The young woman’s timid blue eyes gave away her nerves to Salvatore, who loosened his grip on her hand.

“If you don’t want to, I’ll go, no worries…” He smiled at the shy woman, not wanting to make her even more uncomfortable.

Ysabel found herself thinking his Spanish was so hot, and dropping her eyes to his hand on hers. Her heart skipped a beat, his hand was massive compared to hers.

She tried to take a breath, then she nodded her head up at him, smiling, “let’s dance, then…”

When the young woman agreed, she turned around, and started dancing against him.

Salvatore didn’t waste a second, his mind already spinning from his interest in the woman, but his hands rushed to her hips.

He, as a man, was supposed to guide every movement even if they weren’t dancing chest to chest. He moved to the beat of the music, with the songs only getting hotter as the two continued to dance.

Ysabel moved her hips and feet along, her arms reaching back to touch his arms at one point. Then, Salvatore turned her around to face him.

She was so much smaller, with Salvatore leaning slightly back as he pulled their hips closer to one another.

Their legs moved so well together, their bodies seemed to fit each other in some crazy way. The man placed his hand on the young woman’s lower back, their eyes never breaking contact as they faced each other.

Salvatore had many thoughts, and many unanswered questions. He wanted to understand every element of this woman before him.

Still, they danced.

They couldn’t stop, even if they had been going for several minutes.

They were addicted to the feeling of their bodies touching. It was unreal, Ysabel had never felt this way before.

His eyes were interesting to Ysabel, while they looked dark at first, they seemed a honey tone now that they were closer. It seemed to reflect the light, and in all white flashes she’d see the honey dew they had.

Her heart felt like it would explode in her chest.

She couldn’t bare to tear herself from him, but when she peaked past his head and saw the time, she started to pull away, “I have to go.”

The man nodded his head, but he spoke in her ear as he let go of her, “what’s your name?”

“Ysabel Solis,” the young woman told him, but started to walk out of the dance floor, looking in every direction for her friends.

Salvatore had noticed them walking out, so he followed the girl to tell her, “Salvatore Guerrero, your friends walked out. Let’s see if they’re outside?”

The young woman quickly double backed to the dance floor, confirming her friends were no longer there and rushing out the front doors.

The designated driver had been the mother of Calista’s nanny but Ysabel had seen her drinking vodka on the dancefloor.

To her horror, when she walked outside, her friend had drove off in her car, despite the drinks she had. Immediately, Ysabel began thinking about the nanny.

If the driver safely made it to pick up her daughter from Ysabel’s house, what would happen to the teenager if her drunk mother crashes the car?

Ysabel was panicking when Salvatore came out the doors. He noticed the anxiety on her face, rushing to her side, “it’s okay, I can walk you home or we can get a ride. I’m sorry they left you.”

“No, no, that’s not the problem! She’s going to my house to pick up her teenager, my daughter will be alone but also, what if she crashes with her daughter in the car? I have to call the police!”

Salvatore shook his head, he already had his phone on and was dialing who Ysabel believed to be the police.

The conversation had no introduction, purely just a statement from the man to whoever responded, “there’s a drunk driver going down South Main, have someone pull her over.”

The man easily described the color, make, model, and year of the vehicle, mentioned how many passengers were in the car.

At first, Ysabel thought the man must have been joking or making fun of her when he hung up the call so easily. Then, she heard police sirens screaming down South Main.

Her eyes showed her confusion, staring up at Salvatore with her sweet eyes, “um… Was that a coincidence?”

“No, do you want to walk over there and ID her or? Here, he sent me a picture,” the man opened a text message he had received just as he spoke.

It was a live-photo taken on an iPhone, with red and blue police lights in the background that moved when the photo was played, followed by a scan of the license plate details as the officer walked.

The audio cut off towards the end, but Ysabel vaguely heard the officer begin to say some variation of “good evening” when he arrived at the window.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s her car and license plate… Those numbers are familiar,” the young woman told the man, who then read out loud another text, “yes, that’s her name. That’s her.”

“Cool, he’ll take care of it then… Do you need company on your walk home?” the man offered his hand to her after he sent out a confirmation text to his friend.

Ysabel was still confused, and while she didn’t want to let her guard down, she couldn’t lie that she still wanted to spend time with the man.

She knew she had to get home quickly, though, so she was really hoping he was a good man.

They had to walk in the same direction as her friends had gone, and Ysabel was able to confirm that her friends had in fact gotten pulled over.

Her friend was out on the street doing field tests in front of a marked police vehicle with all their lights on her.

The police officer was watching her from the sidelines, his face barely visible to Ysabel but she knew he was watching her friend.

Ysabel turned after a little while down a lesser used side street.

She blushed as she walked beside Salvatore, but the man was trying to make conversation as he looked around them, “you’re not from Espine. Where are you from?”

“Olahia,” Ysabel whispered, but turning her eyes up to study Salvatore.

The man was busy just making sure they were safe, eyeing every direction for any potential threat to the small woman he was escorting home, “that’s a beautiful island. Do you miss home?”

“Of course,” she told him, continuing to walk until she reached another street, turning there.

This street was even smaller and at the end of the street there was a two story apartment complex. Ysabel lived on the 2nd floor in an inner building of the community, in a two bedroom.

When she got to the building, she noticed a man standing at the bottom of the stairs looking in every direction nervously.

Salvatore stepped in front of her the moment he noticed the man and realized that Ysabel needed to get past him, “excuse us.”

“Is my daughter here? She said she was,” the man was pulling out his phone and showing Salvatore a picture of a young girl.

Ysabel quickly nodded her head and stepped forward, “yes, she’s here, I’m so sorry. Thank you for coming to get her. I’ll have her come down right now. Again, thank you so much.”

The young woman beelined up the stairs to her door, telling Salvatore he could follow, so he did.

By the time he made it up the stairs, Ysabel was already exiting the apartment with the teenager, thanking her over and over for her help.

Ysabel handed the teen a $40 tip on top of everything she had already paid her for the night, and the teen looked really excited about it, thanking the older woman before running down to her dad.

When Salvatore walked into the apartment, he had no expectations and no brash desires that he would act on. He just wasn’t that type of man.

The young woman joined him in the living area and encouraged him to sit on the couch while she checked on her daughter.

The man did as she asked and sat himself down, looking around the little home with curiosity. Her little home was all mostly white or pink but very minimalist.

Ysabel checked on Calista, saw she was asleep and kissed her little head to make sure she was still breathing.

Then Calista moved, and whispered “mama” in her sleep, causing Ysabel’s heart to swoon.

She kissed the girl’s hair again, but pulled away quickly, as the girl continued into her dreams now that her mama was home.

Ysabel returned to the living area and found Salvatore looking around, his honey eyes meeting her and stopping his scanning, “your home is beautiful. Your daughter is lucky to have such an independent mom.”

“Thank you,” the young woman blushed and rolled her eyes slightly as she walked towards the man to sit beside him, “I’m lucky to have her. Do you have any kids?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded his head, smiling at her as he showed his lock screen with a little girl, “this is her… my little Carmen.”

….

It was more drinks, more drunk dancing in the living room, that lead to both of them stumbling to Ysabel’s room.

When they entered the room, their kissing intensified, and Ysabel reached to take off the man’s shirt, her lips trembling as she breathed out, “you’re so strong.”

“I don’t know if we should do this,” Salvatore commented, his hand squeezing hers, “you drank a lot.”

“So? You did, too and here you are hard. What’s the problem?” The young woman’s eyes were showing an intensity that Salvatore had never seen before.

The man was attractive, he had a life before her, but she was different. He couldn’t bring himself to act out his desires on her when she seemed so vulnerable in that moment.

The sweetness in her blue eyes was startling, the softness of her lips and touch were dizzying to the older man.

Still, Salvatore knew he shouldn’t give in, “let’s just get some sleep… I don’t want you waking up regretting this decision.”

Ysabel was surprised by his response, but she couldn’t argue with him too much. Her world was spinning from all the alcohol she’d drank through the night and her body was feeling heavy from the exhaustion.

The man noticed the flush in her cheeks and knew what was about to happen before it did, lifting her up just as her body started to go limp.

He laid her on the bed, on her side, and knelt down at her side, stroking her hair gently with his hand as he whispered, “Ysabel…”

Her eyes opened half way, a sleepy mumble escaping her lips.

“Are you okay?” Salvatore asked in a quiet voice, his fingers pressing against her warm forehead.

“Dizzy… too much to drink,” Ysabel whispered tiredly.

The man nodded his head, “I’ll let myself out so you can have some sleep.”

“No, don’t go,” her groggy voice begged as her eyes opened slightly wider, before falling closed, “stay… Sleep with me.”

Not wanting to argue with the young woman, Salvatore agreed and took off his shoes, then his pants to get in the bed.

Once he joined her, he laid on his side not wanting to invade her space. He was laying with his eyes closed on his back, trying to fall into sleep, when he felt a shuffling in the bed, followed by Ysabel’s warm body turning towards him.

In her sleepy state, she turned and laid her head on his large chest, continuing to dream peacefully.

Salvatore wrapped one arm around her waist, and with the other arm reached across his chest and held onto her arm. He breathed in the scent of her hair as he practiced his deep breaths and soon joined her in the land of the sleeping.

…

Ysabel faded into dreams fairly quickly after falling asleep.

It started with Salvatore’s hand on her waist, followed by a harsh kiss, then she was up against a wall with her legs wrapped around his waist.

The room was burning from one corner, but neither one pulled away.

Clothes fell off and Ysabel spread her legs to welcome in Salvatore.

Before he did, though, the dream quickly changed.

Ysabel was now running through the woods, branches crunching under each stomp. She was running out of breath and there was a fire consuming the trees in every direction.

As the fire spread, Ysabel ran faster, but she was quickly running out of air.

She stopped to catch her breath. Heaving breaths came in, followed by choking exhales and then loud guttural gags.

Just before she started to throw up, she heard a familiar voice screaming furiously through the woods, “YSABEL!”

Her heart pounded harder in her chest, the world spun faster around her as the trees continued to burn. Without thinking, she started running again.

She heard his voice getting closer with each loud step, Cain’s rage clear in every scream of her name.

The panic filled her chest, and Ysabel shot out of the dream world.

Her eyes opened as she shot up quickly in bed, breathing heavily and looking around in the dark room for the time.

4:00A.M. read a clock near her bed.

Ysabel felt the warmth of another body beside her on the bed, and she tried to steady her breath as she felt the bed shifting.

Salvatore felt her sudden jolt and was waking up, slightly groggy, “are you alright?”

“Yes… Sorry, I had a nightmare,” the young woman’s voice trembled as she spoke. She noticed she was in a state of undress, and barely remembered the prior night.

A flush came over her cheeks as she asked in a whisper, “did we sleep together?”

“No, no… We were kissing and you brought me in here. You took off your dress but I stopped us from going any further, then I put you to bed,” Salvatore’s voice was calm, but he started to adjust slowly, getting himself to a sitting up position, “you asked me to stay, but — if you’re uncomfortable, I can go.”

“Stay,” Ysabel repeated, reaching in the darkness to touch his chest, and blushing as she did, “thank you for not taking advantage of me.”

The man nodded his head, “no real man takes advantage of a woman.”

Wanna write another apology but nooo one cares lol.

I hope everyone enjoys this post, sorry that there isn't clear smut in this one, the next couple of posts will hopefully make up for this.

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Added Salvatore to CRY Character Introductions, reblogging so everyone can see it <3

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Ysabel Solis

Nicknames: Rose, Ysa, Belle

DOB: August 16, 2001 at 5am

Height: 4’11” or 150cm

Personality traits: clever, curious, alluring, humanitarian, compassionate, big-hearted, introspective, emotionally sensitive, maternal, realistic, practical, direct communicator, loyal, caring, optimistic, independent, empathetic, loving.

Fears: She feels as if there is no purpose to life, and struggles to understand the meaning behind her existence.

Cain Rey

Nicknames: King, the Son, the Father

DOB: April 5, 1996 at 2:00pm

Height: 6'0" or 182cm

Personality traits: sharp tongue, analytical thinker, passionate, motivated, confident, intuitive, intense, pioneer, innovator, restless, active, charming, natural leader, center of attention.

Fears: he is afraid of losing everything he’s built at the hands of someone else. If he is to lose everything, he wants to be the one to destroy it all.

Salvatore Guerrero

Nicknames: Sal, the Phoenix Man

DOB: December 18, 1988 at 5:00am

Height: 6’4” or 193cm

Personality traits: outspoken, energetic, sensitive, intuitive, adventurous, curious, red-hot, bold, hot-tempered, clear, confident, fun loving, high spirited, excited, motivated, dreamy, creative, compassionate, nurturing, mysterious, strong, passionate.

Fears: Able to care for others but not himself, worries always that he will be abandoned and left behind by those he loves.

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Been so busy, been so depressed. Been writing a few sentences here and there in different stories every couple of nights, nowhere near ready to keep posting but 🤷🏻‍♀️Tempted to post the rest of Beau’s story and then just delete the entire account but don’t wanna do that either.

Idk

Hope everyone is good

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SEA Master List or #LYONSEA

DIVIDERS

CW: mentions of mental illness, mostly vanilla, positive relationship, smutty love scene. MDNI. 2.9K Words.

Calliope started living with Beau within a few days of agreeing to be his and they spent the summer falling more and more in love with each other.

They shared their first I love you’s on the same beach they had started dating, falling into love making on the sand after they poured their hearts out.

Their heat never dulled, it was always strong and steady between them.

But, as the summer faded and the couple entered autumn, Beau learned more about Calliope.

During summer, she seemed untouchable. She was confident, beautiful, magnetic. None of that disappeared in the fall, instead Beau saw her in a way he hadn’t before.

He noticed for several weeks that she was starting to get quieter. It didn’t seem intentional, instead it seemed like she was being locked in her mind.

Beau noticed it, but didn’t ask her about it right away.

Around October 23, Beau arrived home after work and noticed right away that all the lights were off in the home.

The curtains were still shut, and the home felt awfully cold.

And I’m carried on the back of a wave of gloom, I’m told I’ll see the shore again soon. I’m in a blue haze.

By this time in the day, Calliope would have been awake, all the curtains drawn… Not because that’s what Beau expected of her, but that’s what he had gotten used to her doing to make the space more hers.

He furrowed his brows, but decided not to turn the lights on, instead he called out as he walked further into the house, “Honey?”

No response. He quickened his pace, a pit of nervousness settling into his stomach.

Beau had left the bedroom door closed behind him when he left that morning for work, but the door was closed still. His heart was racing with anxiety as his hand opened the door.

Calliope was laying on the bed, on her side, staring at the wall in the darkness of the room. She was awake, sniffling softly and closing her swollen eyes.

I’m living in dark rooms, staring at blank walls, pretending I’m not in a blue haze.

Beau joined her in bed, climbing under the blankets and kissing her as his body pulled hers closer.

He heard the sniffles as soon as he kissed her, felt the wetness of her face. His heart hurt, “oh, Honey… what’s got you so sad lately?”

“Lately? You noticed?” Calliope’s little voice trembled as she whispered to her lover.

“Of course I noticed, sweet girl,” Beau gave her a soft kiss, holding her cheeks and rubbing his thumbs against her tear drops, “talk to me, I want to help you.”

“Mmm,” the woman let out a sob, her sweet voice trembling, “I was diagnosed with a lot of mental illnesses when I was a child.”

“Depression, anxiety, bipolar, borderline personality, then PMDD when I was a teenager,” she sighed as more tears fell, “I try to hide my emotions from people I love. I don’t think anyone can handle me.”

Beau let out a trembling sigh, squeezing her body a little as he tried to comfort her, “let out everything you feel. Every time you feel it, I wanna feel it, too.”

“What if I’m crying for hours? Because that’s what I’ve spent my entire day doing,” Calliope was choking out another broken sob, trembling in the strong arms of the man she loved.

“If you feel like you have to cry all day, if your body is begging to cry, if your heart is hurting, if your mind doesn’t know how to make you happy,” Beau shook his head as he stroked her red hair and whispered sweetly to her.

“Honey, you need to feel everything you’re going through, and if it’s too dark and scary… I’m here forever,” he kissed her lips again, rubbing her arms and lovingly repeating, “I love you, Calliope.”

The girl let out a crushing cry, but she wrapped her shaking arms around Beau’s neck. She sobbed into his neck, and the man held her, speaking words of loyal encouragement to get her through.

The next day or so, Beau would come home from work and return to bed with Calliope immediately. He held her as she cried, and would be there to make sure she let out a laugh or two before the end of the night.

When it got dark, when it was too scary, Beau was there.

Calliope knew she loved him before, she had told him months earlier, but this experience… Seeing how he didn’t break in the face of the storm that her emotions could be, the girl thought even more of him than she had before.

She loved him, even more, even if she had thought that could never be possible.

Beau proved her wrong in the best way.

By the 26th of October, Calliope was feeling better and decided she wanted to seduce Beau.

She made him dinner while he was at work, and placed the plate on the dining room table as soon as she saw his car in the drive way.

Calliope had closed the curtains but set up candles on the dining room table. She was dressed in new white dress.

It was a satin material, skin tight, with a pleated bust and a tie in the front. There was also a small slit on the leg, but it was already a short mini dress that barely covered her ass.

She waited at the door for him, her red hair flowing around her in curls since she’d gone to the salon earlier that day.

When Beau unlocked the door, he noticed his girl first and let out a dog whistle as he locked the door behind him, “damn, Calliope… Can I just stand here and look at you?”

The girl blushed at his reaction, not sure what she had expected, and then lowered her eyes, “of course you can… Do I look pretty?”

“That’s an understatement, Honey,” the man set everything he held on a stand by the door, and then walked towards his girl, wrapping his arms around her waist, “your hair is so beautiful, this dress is perfect on you, your eyes… God, I love your eyes.”

Calliope wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a couple kisses and then letting go of him suddenly, “go eat! You must be starving. You were working hard all day.”

“Is that what smells so good? You made me dinner… Honestly, I might cry,” Beau’s voice was serious as he took Calliope’s hand and walked with her to the dining room table, “you made yourself a plate too, right?”

The girl nodded her head and pointed across the table, but Beau shook his head. He pulled the plate next to his, and he pulled out his seat.

Beau sat down first, then patted his knee for his woman, who was already smiling at him, “go on, sit. I have to get through this appetizer so I can enjoy my meal.”

“Appetizer?” Calliope laughed and raised her brows with interest, but she sat down on her man’s knee, “if this is the appetizer, what are you having as your main course?”

Beau looked up and down at Calliope dramatically, then started eating the food.

She had made him a pork and rice dish from her home land, and the flavor profile was through the roof. The man never got enough of her cooking.

Calliope laughed at Beau’s dramatic expression, but started eating her plate of food. She had served herself less than Beau, but they finished at essentially the same time.

When they finished eating and drinking their water, Beau kissed his girl. The kiss was romantic and intimate, but quickly got spicier as their sexual desires had built up over the last few days.

“Wrap your arms and legs around me, I’ll put the dishes in the sink, then carry you back to our bed,” Beau explained himself after they pulled away for a second.

Calliope nodded her head, wrapping her body around Beau as he carried her to the kitchen with the plates. He put the plates in the sink, and carried her to the master bedroom.

As he opened the door to the room, his lips returned to hers. Their tongues sought each other out every time, and this time was no different.

Beau laid his sweet girl down on the bed, leaning down to kiss her lips, and lifted her dress off her body. After he had set the dress aside, then he started slowly trailing his kisses down her body.

His kisses continued until he was at her vagina, where his tongue began to twirl in circles around her clit, enter her pussy a couple times, then exit. He would trail back up to her clit, rub in again, then link his way back down to her entrance again.

She moaned as she felt the pleasure his tongue was giving her. Her back arched off the bed, and she squirmed further into his hungry mouth.

Calliope had felt orgasmic pleasure with other men before but never to this degree. The only man she had felt even close to this with was Lazarus, still she didn’t believe it had been this intense.

It was constant in sex with Beau and Calliope, that they both felt better than they’d ever felt.

After he got her sufficiently wet and twitching from the orgasms, he sat up straight and took off his clothes. While he did this, Calliope moved from where she was laying to kiss him.

The cruel girl’s lips did a similar track to the one his lips had done.

Calliope kissed down his neck, chest, down his stomach, and then her mouth wrapped around the throbbing head of his cock.

She opened her mouth further, taking more and more of his cock down her throat as she moved up along his shaft. Those green eyes of hers that Beau had mentioned… They stared up at his blue ones with a coy softness.

Beau moved his hands down, wrapping his hands around her hair and pushing his cock deeper into her throat, “I wanna watch you swallow all of it… I need to see you hold all ten inches in that little throat of yours…”

His encouragement definitely helped because the young woman spread her jaw wider to accommodate more of his cock, little tears starting in her eyes as she forced her gag reflex to stop.

He held her head down until he was satisfied seeing all of it disappear into her, then he pulled her all the way off his dick by her hair.

The young woman inhaled and exhaled sharply, coughing a little, “You’re such a jerk.”

“I feel like I could have been a lot worse to you,” Beau shook his head. His eyes ran along her face and as soon as her mouth was open just enough, he started to put his cock back in, forcefully.

Her mouth spread open for him, and she felt the tears starting up even faster this time. He pulled her up, shoving his cock faster down her throat than he had been doing it earlier.

He repeatedly thrusted in and out until he made sure that all ten inches were down her throat.

Calliope was letting out muffled moans, her eyes watery, sweet and lust-filled. Beau loved every bit of her. He pulled out of her throat, letting her breathe for real this time.

The girl didn’t cough this time, instead swallowing and looking up at Beau as she pulled away, “it’s cold in here, meanie.”

She went under the blanket, pretending to be mad at the man.

He knew her trick, so he dived under the blanket and joined her. He wrapped his hands around her naked waist and kissed her neck. His fingers played with her pussy, two fingers thrusting in and out.

He spread the fingers, letting them play in her as she moaned. He made sure his thumb pressed itself against her clit, giving her the pleasure she needed.

She didn’t know how he found her clit every time.

She still didn’t understand how she had been lucky enough to find him, the man she had wanted her whole life, “I love you, Beau.”

The man smiled at her and kissed her on the lips as he flipped her to be flat on her back. He then got on top of her, with the blanket still above them both, “I love you, Calliope.”

She could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her entrance, she could feel his greedy hand moving down to her vagina.

This is us colliding. Unclaw the earth of us, reveal what I’ve become and temper the heart for me…

She moaned as felt the vibration of him as he pushed himself into her. Her eyes rolled back from the pleasure, “oh, fuck, Blue…”

“Been real hungry for you,” Beau admitted, kissing her roughly as he pushed most of his massive length into her little body, “it’s been driving me insane.”

“I want you to fuck me every night, no matter what state you find me in,” the young woman’s voice faltered with a moan as he finished filling her up. She grabbed her supple breasts and looked up at him as she rolled her hips along his.

The man growled a little, shaking his head, but thrusting his hips against hers, “don’t say that. I’ll do it, don’t give me that kind of permission.”

Calliope moaned and looked up at him with sweet eyes, “you find me asleep? Fuck me awake, I don’t deserve to be asleep if you need me sexually. You can do whatever to me, whenever, Beau… I’m so in love with you.”

She rocked her hips along to his thrusts, her mind swirling from all the pleasure, as he continued putting pressure on her clit with every attack.

Her moans were so loud, like music to Beau’s ear. He continued thrusting, but he reached to play some music for her.

When the song started playing, Calliope recognized the voice immediately as that of Rocco Bennett, “oh my god. skip this song, what the fuck?”

“Do you not like this guy?” Beau asked curiously, but skipped the song without question, and continued thrusting into his woman.

“He’s my ex… Is that song on the radio?” she was startled by the realization, but her hips were still moving along Beau’s shaft without issue.

“So, you’re the Angel Star he’s singing about in that song?” the incident made Beau laugh slightly, still he thrusted faster into his girl, trying to make sure she was only pleasured by him, “that song and that guy are blowing up right now.”

Calliope wrapped her arms around Beau’s neck, and completely forgot about Rocco all over again.

Her eyes settled on her man’s blue eyes and it was like the world would stop, “you feel so amazing inside of me, Beau. I meant when I said whatever. I’m okay with you cumming inside me, whenever you want.”

“If you got pregnant, you’d be ready to have a baby with me?” Beau asked her completely seriously, kissing her lips before she had time to answer, and thrusting deeper into her.

Her moans were stifled as they kissed, but she kept pace with every thrust. Her hips met every single one just right, and her eyes were warm in the horniest way, “yes, Blue.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled out loud, but thrusted harder, kissing her as he did.

She moaned against his mouth, rolling her hips in response to every vicious thrust, but breathless and quiet. Her tongue slipped into Beau’s mouth, with his tongue aggressively responding.

The heat, the passion under the blanket, the feeling of their warm bodies pounding together in pure bliss… It was too much.

Calliope was in orgasmic bliss, and Beau reached his peak, but didn’t pull out this time.

Our love bore the wildest sea… this is more than you’ll ever know.

As Beau came into his woman, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. His cock pumped deep inside of her, releasing every drop of his seed into his precious lover.

She moaned, reaching another orgasmic peak as she felt every drop filling her. Her body twitched and she kissed him with an open mouth.

Beau kept her close, whispering, “I love you” onto her lips as he released more of himself into her.

She happily embraced every drop, smiling as she kissed him, “I love you more.”

“Impossible,” the man shook his head, but whistled, “you sure are amazing in bed though.”

“No, that’s you…” Calliope complimented him lovingly.

Beau shook his head, “no, you literally get so much out of me every time and you could probably keep going forever. That’s wild.”

For several days after that, the two fell into a very similar pattern of disappearing beneath sheets to make love. Every morning, every night, never satiated.

Their love for one another felt like an addiction.

ughhh I love Blue.

Sorry it's taken me so long to post, been hella lacking on writing lately and have been trying to just save what I have so I don't run out of stuff to post but it's looking like I might be soon LOL!

SONG REFERENCES

Haze by Amber Run

This Is Us Colliding by Talos

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If being hard on yourself was an olympic sport, I’d win gold

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SEA Master List or #LYONSEA

DIVIDERS

CW: mentions of mental illness, mostly vanilla, positive relationship, smutty love scene. MDNI. 2.9K Words.

Calliope started living with Beau within a few days of agreeing to be his and they spent the summer falling more and more in love with each other.

They shared their first I love you’s on the same beach they had started dating, falling into love making on the sand after they poured their hearts out.

Their heat never dulled, it was always strong and steady between them.

But, as the summer faded and the couple entered autumn, Beau learned more about Calliope.

During summer, she seemed untouchable. She was confident, beautiful, magnetic. None of that disappeared in the fall, instead Beau saw her in a way he hadn’t before.

He noticed for several weeks that she was starting to get quieter. It didn’t seem intentional, instead it seemed like she was being locked in her mind.

Beau noticed it, but didn’t ask her about it right away.

Around October 23, Beau arrived home after work and noticed right away that all the lights were off in the home.

The curtains were still shut, and the home felt awfully cold.

And I’m carried on the back of a wave of gloom, I’m told I’ll see the shore again soon. I’m in a blue haze.

By this time in the day, Calliope would have been awake, all the curtains drawn… Not because that’s what Beau expected of her, but that’s what he had gotten used to her doing to make the space more hers.

He furrowed his brows, but decided not to turn the lights on, instead he called out as he walked further into the house, “Honey?”

No response. He quickened his pace, a pit of nervousness settling into his stomach.

Beau had left the bedroom door closed behind him when he left that morning for work, but the door was closed still. His heart was racing with anxiety as his hand opened the door.

Calliope was laying on the bed, on her side, staring at the wall in the darkness of the room. She was awake, sniffling softly and closing her swollen eyes.

I’m living in dark rooms, staring at blank walls, pretending I’m not in a blue haze.

Beau joined her in bed, climbing under the blankets and kissing her as his body pulled hers closer.

He heard the sniffles as soon as he kissed her, felt the wetness of her face. His heart hurt, “oh, Honey… what’s got you so sad lately?”

“Lately? You noticed?” Calliope’s little voice trembled as she whispered to her lover.

“Of course I noticed, sweet girl,” Beau gave her a soft kiss, holding her cheeks and rubbing his thumbs against her tear drops, “talk to me, I want to help you.”

“Mmm,” the woman let out a sob, her sweet voice trembling, “I was diagnosed with a lot of mental illnesses when I was a child.”

“Depression, anxiety, bipolar, borderline personality, then PMDD when I was a teenager,” she sighed as more tears fell, “I try to hide my emotions from people I love. I don’t think anyone can handle me.”

Beau let out a trembling sigh, squeezing her body a little as he tried to comfort her, “let out everything you feel. Every time you feel it, I wanna feel it, too.”

“What if I’m crying for hours? Because that’s what I’ve spent my entire day doing,” Calliope was choking out another broken sob, trembling in the strong arms of the man she loved.

“If you feel like you have to cry all day, if your body is begging to cry, if your heart is hurting, if your mind doesn’t know how to make you happy,” Beau shook his head as he stroked her red hair and whispered sweetly to her.

“Honey, you need to feel everything you’re going through, and if it’s too dark and scary… I’m here forever,” he kissed her lips again, rubbing her arms and lovingly repeating, “I love you, Calliope.”

The girl let out a crushing cry, but she wrapped her shaking arms around Beau’s neck. She sobbed into his neck, and the man held her, speaking words of loyal encouragement to get her through.

The next day or so, Beau would come home from work and return to bed with Calliope immediately. He held her as she cried, and would be there to make sure she let out a laugh or two before the end of the night.

When it got dark, when it was too scary, Beau was there.

Calliope knew she loved him before, she had told him months earlier, but this experience… Seeing how he didn’t break in the face of the storm that her emotions could be, the girl thought even more of him than she had before.

She loved him, even more, even if she had thought that could never be possible.

Beau proved her wrong in the best way.

By the 26th of October, Calliope was feeling better and decided she wanted to seduce Beau.

She made him dinner while he was at work, and placed the plate on the dining room table as soon as she saw his car in the drive way.

Calliope had closed the curtains but set up candles on the dining room table. She was dressed in new white dress.

It was a satin material, skin tight, with a pleated bust and a tie in the front. There was also a small slit on the leg, but it was already a short mini dress that barely covered her ass.

She waited at the door for him, her red hair flowing around her in curls since she’d gone to the salon earlier that day.

When Beau unlocked the door, he noticed his girl first and let out a dog whistle as he locked the door behind him, “damn, Calliope… Can I just stand here and look at you?”

The girl blushed at his reaction, not sure what she had expected, and then lowered her eyes, “of course you can… Do I look pretty?”

“That’s an understatement, Honey,” the man set everything he held on a stand by the door, and then walked towards his girl, wrapping his arms around her waist, “your hair is so beautiful, this dress is perfect on you, your eyes… God, I love your eyes.”

Calliope wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a couple kisses and then letting go of him suddenly, “go eat! You must be starving. You were working hard all day.”

“Is that what smells so good? You made me dinner… Honestly, I might cry,” Beau’s voice was serious as he took Calliope’s hand and walked with her to the dining room table, “you made yourself a plate too, right?”

The girl nodded her head and pointed across the table, but Beau shook his head. He pulled the plate next to his, and he pulled out his seat.

Beau sat down first, then patted his knee for his woman, who was already smiling at him, “go on, sit. I have to get through this appetizer so I can enjoy my meal.”

“Appetizer?” Calliope laughed and raised her brows with interest, but she sat down on her man’s knee, “if this is the appetizer, what are you having as your main course?”

Beau looked up and down at Calliope dramatically, then started eating the food.

She had made him a pork and rice dish from her home land, and the flavor profile was through the roof. The man never got enough of her cooking.

Calliope laughed at Beau’s dramatic expression, but started eating her plate of food. She had served herself less than Beau, but they finished at essentially the same time.

When they finished eating and drinking their water, Beau kissed his girl. The kiss was romantic and intimate, but quickly got spicier as their sexual desires had built up over the last few days.

“Wrap your arms and legs around me, I’ll put the dishes in the sink, then carry you back to our bed,” Beau explained himself after they pulled away for a second.

Calliope nodded her head, wrapping her body around Beau as he carried her to the kitchen with the plates. He put the plates in the sink, and carried her to the master bedroom.

As he opened the door to the room, his lips returned to hers. Their tongues sought each other out every time, and this time was no different.

Beau laid his sweet girl down on the bed, leaning down to kiss her lips, and lifted her dress off her body. After he had set the dress aside, then he started slowly trailing his kisses down her body.

His kisses continued until he was at her vagina, where his tongue began to twirl in circles around her clit, enter her pussy a couple times, then exit. He would trail back up to her clit, rub in again, then link his way back down to her entrance again.

She moaned as she felt the pleasure his tongue was giving her. Her back arched off the bed, and she squirmed further into his hungry mouth.

Calliope had felt orgasmic pleasure with other men before but never to this degree. The only man she had felt even close to this with was Lazarus, still she didn’t believe it had been this intense.

It was constant in sex with Beau and Calliope, that they both felt better than they’d ever felt.

After he got her sufficiently wet and twitching from the orgasms, he sat up straight and took off his clothes. While he did this, Calliope moved from where she was laying to kiss him.

The cruel girl’s lips did a similar track to the one his lips had done.

Calliope kissed down his neck, chest, down his stomach, and then her mouth wrapped around the throbbing head of his cock.

She opened her mouth further, taking more and more of his cock down her throat as she moved up along his shaft. Those green eyes of hers that Beau had mentioned… They stared up at his blue ones with a coy softness.

Beau moved his hands down, wrapping his hands around her hair and pushing his cock deeper into her throat, “I wanna watch you swallow all of it… I need to see you hold all ten inches in that little throat of yours…”

His encouragement definitely helped because the young woman spread her jaw wider to accommodate more of his cock, little tears starting in her eyes as she forced her gag reflex to stop.

He held her head down until he was satisfied seeing all of it disappear into her, then he pulled her all the way off his dick by her hair.

The young woman inhaled and exhaled sharply, coughing a little, “You’re such a jerk.”

“I feel like I could have been a lot worse to you,” Beau shook his head. His eyes ran along her face and as soon as her mouth was open just enough, he started to put his cock back in, forcefully.

Her mouth spread open for him, and she felt the tears starting up even faster this time. He pulled her up, shoving his cock faster down her throat than he had been doing it earlier.

He repeatedly thrusted in and out until he made sure that all ten inches were down her throat.

Calliope was letting out muffled moans, her eyes watery, sweet and lust-filled. Beau loved every bit of her. He pulled out of her throat, letting her breathe for real this time.

The girl didn’t cough this time, instead swallowing and looking up at Beau as she pulled away, “it’s cold in here, meanie.”

She went under the blanket, pretending to be mad at the man.

He knew her trick, so he dived under the blanket and joined her. He wrapped his hands around her naked waist and kissed her neck. His fingers played with her pussy, two fingers thrusting in and out.

He spread the fingers, letting them play in her as she moaned. He made sure his thumb pressed itself against her clit, giving her the pleasure she needed.

She didn’t know how he found her clit every time.

She still didn’t understand how she had been lucky enough to find him, the man she had wanted her whole life, “I love you, Beau.”

The man smiled at her and kissed her on the lips as he flipped her to be flat on her back. He then got on top of her, with the blanket still above them both, “I love you, Calliope.”

She could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her entrance, she could feel his greedy hand moving down to her vagina.

This is us colliding. Unclaw the earth of us, reveal what I’ve become and temper the heart for me…

She moaned as felt the vibration of him as he pushed himself into her. Her eyes rolled back from the pleasure, “oh, fuck, Blue…”

“Been real hungry for you,” Beau admitted, kissing her roughly as he pushed most of his massive length into her little body, “it’s been driving me insane.”

“I want you to fuck me every night, no matter what state you find me in,” the young woman’s voice faltered with a moan as he finished filling her up. She grabbed her supple breasts and looked up at him as she rolled her hips along his.

The man growled a little, shaking his head, but thrusting his hips against hers, “don’t say that. I’ll do it, don’t give me that kind of permission.”

Calliope moaned and looked up at him with sweet eyes, “you find me asleep? Fuck me awake, I don’t deserve to be asleep if you need me sexually. You can do whatever to me, whenever, Beau… I’m so in love with you.”

She rocked her hips along to his thrusts, her mind swirling from all the pleasure, as he continued putting pressure on her clit with every attack.

Her moans were so loud, like music to Beau’s ear. He continued thrusting, but he reached to play some music for her.

When the song started playing, Calliope recognized the voice immediately as that of Rocco Bennett, “oh my god. skip this song, what the fuck?”

“Do you not like this guy?” Beau asked curiously, but skipped the song without question, and continued thrusting into his woman.

“He’s my ex… Is that song on the radio?” she was startled by the realization, but her hips were still moving along Beau’s shaft without issue.

“So, you’re the Angel Star he’s singing about in that song?” the incident made Beau laugh slightly, still he thrusted faster into his girl, trying to make sure she was only pleasured by him, “that song and that guy are blowing up right now.”

Calliope wrapped her arms around Beau’s neck, and completely forgot about Rocco all over again.

Her eyes settled on her man’s blue eyes and it was like the world would stop, “you feel so amazing inside of me, Beau. I meant when I said whatever. I’m okay with you cumming inside me, whenever you want.”

“If you got pregnant, you’d be ready to have a baby with me?” Beau asked her completely seriously, kissing her lips before she had time to answer, and thrusting deeper into her.

Her moans were stifled as they kissed, but she kept pace with every thrust. Her hips met every single one just right, and her eyes were warm in the horniest way, “yes, Blue.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled out loud, but thrusted harder, kissing her as he did.

She moaned against his mouth, rolling her hips in response to every vicious thrust, but breathless and quiet. Her tongue slipped into Beau’s mouth, with his tongue aggressively responding.

The heat, the passion under the blanket, the feeling of their warm bodies pounding together in pure bliss… It was too much.

Calliope was in orgasmic bliss, and Beau reached his peak, but didn’t pull out this time.

Our love bore the wildest sea… this is more than you’ll ever know.

As Beau came into his woman, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. His cock pumped deep inside of her, releasing every drop of his seed into his precious lover.

She moaned, reaching another orgasmic peak as she felt every drop filling her. Her body twitched and she kissed him with an open mouth.

Beau kept her close, whispering, “I love you” onto her lips as he released more of himself into her.

She happily embraced every drop, smiling as she kissed him, “I love you more.”

“Impossible,” the man shook his head, but whistled, “you sure are amazing in bed though.”

“No, that’s you…” Calliope complimented him lovingly.

Beau shook his head, “no, you literally get so much out of me every time and you could probably keep going forever. That’s wild.”

For several days after that, the two fell into a very similar pattern of disappearing beneath sheets to make love. Every morning, every night, never satiated.

Their love for one another felt like an addiction.

ughhh I love Blue.

Sorry it's taken me so long to post, been hella lacking on writing lately and have been trying to just save what I have so I don't run out of stuff to post but it's looking like I might be soon LOL!

SONG REFERENCES

Haze by Amber Run

This Is Us Colliding by Talos

[valyalyon]

Sorry about the delay on the next post. I finished writing all of Azure Amore a little while ago, however I haven’t been able to write for the new story and its left me stuck.

I will be updating as soon as I can

[valyalyon]

2 Azure Amore

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SEA Master List or #LYONSEA

DIVIDERS

CW: mostly vanilla, smutty love scene, public smut in the ocean. MDNI. 2.1K Words.

Calliope made sure to go to the phone store in the main shopping district of Mableshore as soon as it opened the next day. She got herself a brand new phone, but it still didn’t reach the $600 that Beau had given her, so she kept the remainder aside to return to him.

The girl made it a point not to reach out to Beau until the late afternoon of the next day. Her main reasoning for the wait was that she didn’t know Beau’s schedule, but she knew he’d be working a lot. She didn’t want to bother him during work.

When she reached out, Calliope decided to be slightly flirtatious, texting him, “thank you for last night, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good during sex.”

Beau had been working the whole day, but every chance he got the man would be checking his phone for a text from her. Her text came in as he was sitting passenger to another paramedic and the man wasted no time in reaching for his phone.

He chuckled to himself when he read her message, a sense of pride filling his chest as he remembered how much he enjoyed her. He replied in moments, “feels as if you’re challenging me to make you feel even better next time.”

“Bold of you to assume we’re having sex again,” Calliope replied to his message, then sent a kissing emoji.

The two spent the entire week flirting back and forth with neither tiring of the other. Their conversations were intimate and deep, with the two learning more and more about each other.

Half-way through the week, Beau started calling Calliope. Phone calls, facetime calls, text messages, and endless laughter in every format. They couldn’t get enough.

Calliope would pace around her home waiting for him to call her and when he would, she would walk to the beach with him on the phone. She would take photos of the waves and send it to him, or show it to him if they were facetiming.

His eyes always lit up when he saw the ocean and Calliope always felt a rush of joy when she’d see his expression.

The girl hated to admit it, but she knew her heart was starting to fall for Beau.

Beau knocked on her door the Sunday after he met her.

It was early morning, with a light fog still layered over the streets of Mableshore. The sun still hadn’t risen, but the street lamps had all turned off, making the little area seem to be in a dark blue haze.

When the door opened, Beau looked down, smiling at Calliope sweetly, “good morning beautiful.”

The girl’s red hair was braided in double Dutch braids along her scalp and she wore a pink bikini with a cover up made for the bikini. Her green eyes softened when she met Beau’s eyes.

“Good morning handsome,” she replied sweetly, then stepped out of the house. Calliope reached towards him to give him a hug, and the man leaned down, wrapping his arms around her waist as her arms went around his neck.

Beau squeezed her slightly, looking down at her with affection in his eyes, “I wanted us to go to a more private beach this time. Does that sound okay?”

“Sounds fun,” Calliope smiled up at him and pulled her arms away, following the man to his car.

He opened the door for her and she got in.

When he joined her, he made sure she was wearing her seatbelt and then started driving towards the private beach.

The beach was open to the public, but not very many people would go there since there were so many coastline beaches along Mableshore’s main road and this was one of the last.

As Beau discovered even more similarities with Calliope, he realized that he had yet to ask her something, “we’ve been talking all this time and I never asked your date of birth.”

“Oh, it’s August 9, 1999,” the girl told him without issue, then inquired with furrowed brows, “what about yours?”

“So, you’re turning 20 in a few weeks. You’re so young,” Beau laughed and shook his head as he made a turn down the beach’s access road, “May 5, 1994 is mine. I turned 25 this year.”

“You’re so old,” Calliope cooed, teasing the man as if she hadn’t been with a man nearly 40 years older than her, “you sure you can keep up with me?”

“Damn, you’re ruthless,” the man let out a short laugh, glancing over at the girl for a second to admire her as she started to laugh along, “I am absolutely sure I can keep up with you. Might need some old person naps here and there, but…”

Calliope laughed even harder, admiring how Beau found it so easy to make fun of himself, “you’re a very interesting man, blue eyes. Will you let me join you for your old person naps?”

And I’m always thinking summertime… pushing our luck, getting wiped out. Days with nothing but laughing loud.

“I wouldn’t be able to take my old person naps without you,” Beau revealed in a serious voice as he parked his car.

After they set up a site on the beach for their umbrella, towels, and cooler, Beau returned to the car for the surfboards. He walked with the boards to Calliope, and the two approached the water.

The two swam deeper into the water, and soon Beau was helping Calliope up onto her board. He was teaching the girl about surfing, and his patience was shining through, with the man never raising his voice at her.

Despite multiple failures which involved falling into the water, Calliope kept trying.

“You’re picking this up really quick,” Beau’s voice was sweet, encouraging and comforting, “don’t worry about going down. It’s a part of the process. Just keep coming back up like you’ve been doing.”

“I’m only doing good because you’re an amazing teacher,” the woman told him as she started paddling along to a wave.

As Calliope rode the wave, she started to stand. She felt powerful for just a moment but the ocean seemed to notice that, because it quickly humbled her again.

This time, she was thrown into the water quite aggressively and when Beau saw it start to happen, he immediately started paddling over to get her.

He hopped off his board near hers, then dove under the water.

Calliope was still attached to her board but was clearly dazed under the waves, so Beau wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to the surface.

As soon as they were out of the water, Calliope started coughing. She shook her head as she tried to adjust her eyes, and noticed that she was still wrapped in Beau’s arms.

The man was looking over the woman carefully, “let me see your eyes, Calliope. You hit the water really hard.”

The young woman opened her eyes a little more for Beau, who looked into them and nodded his head. Her eyes seemed fine, and she had gotten the water out of her lungs. While he wasn’t calm now, he was feeling relieved she hadn’t hit the water harder.

“Maybe just another wave or two?” the woman asked Beau, blinking and rubbing her eyes as they finished adjusting to the beautiful view around her.

“No,” Beau replied so quickly that it surprised the girl, “let’s get back to the shore and do some more surfing another time.”

She didn’t question him, and swam back with him to the shore.

They sat down on their towels and watched the color of the ocean changing as the sun started to rise in the sky.

Calliope was watching the waves crashing on the shore when she heard Beau’s deep voice, asking her, “what’s your ideal future?”

“My ideal future?” the woman was surprised by the line of questioning, and raised her brows slightly as she looked into Beau’s eyes, “I’ve always wanted to be with a man and have a baby with him. I just wanted the simple life of loving my man and my baby. What about you?”

“I think I’ve spent my whole life running from my past. My father was abusive in so many ways, and all I ever wanted was to be a better man and father than he had ever been,” Beau revealed these intimate details of his life so easily to the young woman because he knew in his heart that he was falling in love with her.

“I’m sorry to hear about your father,” Calliope frowned as she met his blue eyes, “you’re clearly a better man than him. You should be proud of yourself.”

The man smiled into the girl’s green eyes, as he got sucked in by this never ending desire to be closer to her, “thank you. I want us to take things at your pace, slow or fast, I don’t care. I want to show you that I’m the man for you, so will you be mine in every season?”

The morning will save our souls… It’s a slow cinnamon summer, your spell is pulling me under.

A smile spread on the young girl’s lips, and she leaned over excitedly, kissing the man on his lips, “yes, Beau, I’ll be yours. Promise to be mine in return?”

“You had me the moment I met you,” Beau revealed sincerely, leaning into the kisses more, and letting his hands roam along her soft body.

“I’ll race you to the water,” Calliope told him quickly as she pulled away from his lips, and started running across the sand to the ocean, laughing with every step.

She heard Beau chasing her through the sand, and he grabbed her as they made it to the water.

He twirled her with one hand, kissing her and lifting her off the ground.

Calliope wrapped her legs around Beau’s waist as he took her deeper into the water. Their kissing didn’t stop, turning wetter and quickly becoming a make-out session that neither was willing to pull away from.

Under the water, Beau’s cock began to harden and Calliope felt it against her bikini bottoms. She moaned slightly and looked into Beau’s eyes, giving him permission without having to say a word.

It was telekinetic, the energy they shared, because immediately after that look, Beau reached down to get his cock out. Once his rod was rubbing against her, the man quickly moved her bikini to the side for easy access.

They continued kissing, wet tongues dancing outside of their mouths together on occasion, and a moan loudly escaping Calliope’s lips as Beau began to penetrate her with his large penis.

The feeling of having sex in the ocean wasn’t one that Calliope ever thought she’d get to experience, but it was immediately something she enjoyed.

As the waves moved, they seemed to be an extension of Beau’s body and his desires.

His thrusting, as it got harsher, matched the rhythm of the waves. The water felt freeing, almost encouraging even, pushing the new couple to enjoy themselves together more.

It was during this intense sex, as Calliope’s moans got louder and more unrestrained, that another car pulled up to the beach. The girl noticed the car first, moaning quietly, “Beau… people…”

Beau looked over his shoulder, noticing the car. He increased his pace, making sure each thrust was going deeper into her, “have you ever been caught having sex outside?”

“Umm, maybe,” the girl revealed sheepishly, lowering her eyes.

The man kissed her and held her waist as he pounded faster and faster. He knew not to cum in her, so he was reminding himself with every thrust to pull out as soon as he felt himself ready to bust, “then, you’ll be fine getting caught again. Be as loud as you need to be.”

She did get louder and louder. Calliope felt herself orgasming multiple times, enthralled and drunk off the feeling of having Beau inside of her. She squeezed her walls around his throbbing cock, then…

He pulled out quickly, groaning as he let his load out into the ocean.

As Beau came, Calliope reached down and started to stroke his cock with her hands. She spoke to Beau in whispers and little moans as she kissed his lips, squeezing her hands slightly around his shaft, “finish for me, Blue… let it all out, big guy…”

“Fuck, you’re unreal,” Beau closed his eyes, leaning into every kiss and smacking her ass under the water, “maybe we should keep going.”

“Maybe,” Calliope cooed, stroking his cock and watching as his white cum mixed into the waves.

Had to share some more Blue posts, not sure when I'll be posting the next one but I'm glad this is finally out there.

Love all of you, thank you for all your support and love.

SONG REFERENCES

An Evening I Will Not Forget by Dermot Kennedy

Cinnamon by Jome

[valyalyon]

2 Azure Amore

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SEA Master List or #LYONSEA

DIVIDERS

CW: mostly vanilla, smutty love scene, public smut in the ocean. MDNI. 2.1K Words.

Calliope made sure to go to the phone store in the main shopping district of Mableshore as soon as it opened the next day. She got herself a brand new phone, but it still didn’t reach the $600 that Beau had given her, so she kept the remainder aside to return to him.

The girl made it a point not to reach out to Beau until the late afternoon of the next day. Her main reasoning for the wait was that she didn’t know Beau’s schedule, but she knew he’d be working a lot. She didn’t want to bother him during work.

When she reached out, Calliope decided to be slightly flirtatious, texting him, “thank you for last night, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good during sex.”

Beau had been working the whole day, but every chance he got the man would be checking his phone for a text from her. Her text came in as he was sitting passenger to another paramedic and the man wasted no time in reaching for his phone.

He chuckled to himself when he read her message, a sense of pride filling his chest as he remembered how much he enjoyed her. He replied in moments, “feels as if you’re challenging me to make you feel even better next time.”

“Bold of you to assume we’re having sex again,” Calliope replied to his message, then sent a kissing emoji.

The two spent the entire week flirting back and forth with neither tiring of the other. Their conversations were intimate and deep, with the two learning more and more about each other.

Half-way through the week, Beau started calling Calliope. Phone calls, facetime calls, text messages, and endless laughter in every format. They couldn’t get enough.

Calliope would pace around her home waiting for him to call her and when he would, she would walk to the beach with him on the phone. She would take photos of the waves and send it to him, or show it to him if they were facetiming.

His eyes always lit up when he saw the ocean and Calliope always felt a rush of joy when she’d see his expression.

The girl hated to admit it, but she knew her heart was starting to fall for Beau.

Beau knocked on her door the Sunday after he met her.

It was early morning, with a light fog still layered over the streets of Mableshore. The sun still hadn’t risen, but the street lamps had all turned off, making the little area seem to be in a dark blue haze.

When the door opened, Beau looked down, smiling at Calliope sweetly, “good morning beautiful.”

The girl’s red hair was braided in double Dutch braids along her scalp and she wore a pink bikini with a cover up made for the bikini. Her green eyes softened when she met Beau’s eyes.

“Good morning handsome,” she replied sweetly, then stepped out of the house. Calliope reached towards him to give him a hug, and the man leaned down, wrapping his arms around her waist as her arms went around his neck.

Beau squeezed her slightly, looking down at her with affection in his eyes, “I wanted us to go to a more private beach this time. Does that sound okay?”

“Sounds fun,” Calliope smiled up at him and pulled her arms away, following the man to his car.

He opened the door for her and she got in.

When he joined her, he made sure she was wearing her seatbelt and then started driving towards the private beach.

The beach was open to the public, but not very many people would go there since there were so many coastline beaches along Mableshore’s main road and this was one of the last.

As Beau discovered even more similarities with Calliope, he realized that he had yet to ask her something, “we’ve been talking all this time and I never asked your date of birth.”

“Oh, it’s August 9, 1999,” the girl told him without issue, then inquired with furrowed brows, “what about yours?”

“So, you’re turning 20 in a few weeks. You’re so young,” Beau laughed and shook his head as he made a turn down the beach’s access road, “May 5, 1994 is mine. I turned 25 this year.”

“You’re so old,” Calliope cooed, teasing the man as if she hadn’t been with a man nearly 40 years older than her, “you sure you can keep up with me?”

“Damn, you’re ruthless,” the man let out a short laugh, glancing over at the girl for a second to admire her as she started to laugh along, “I am absolutely sure I can keep up with you. Might need some old person naps here and there, but…”

Calliope laughed even harder, admiring how Beau found it so easy to make fun of himself, “you’re a very interesting man, blue eyes. Will you let me join you for your old person naps?”

And I’m always thinking summertime… pushing our luck, getting wiped out. Days with nothing but laughing loud.

“I wouldn’t be able to take my old person naps without you,” Beau revealed in a serious voice as he parked his car.

After they set up a site on the beach for their umbrella, towels, and cooler, Beau returned to the car for the surfboards. He walked with the boards to Calliope, and the two approached the water.

The two swam deeper into the water, and soon Beau was helping Calliope up onto her board. He was teaching the girl about surfing, and his patience was shining through, with the man never raising his voice at her.

Despite multiple failures which involved falling into the water, Calliope kept trying.

“You’re picking this up really quick,” Beau’s voice was sweet, encouraging and comforting, “don’t worry about going down. It’s a part of the process. Just keep coming back up like you’ve been doing.”

“I’m only doing good because you’re an amazing teacher,” the woman told him as she started paddling along to a wave.

As Calliope rode the wave, she started to stand. She felt powerful for just a moment but the ocean seemed to notice that, because it quickly humbled her again.

This time, she was thrown into the water quite aggressively and when Beau saw it start to happen, he immediately started paddling over to get her.

He hopped off his board near hers, then dove under the water.

Calliope was still attached to her board but was clearly dazed under the waves, so Beau wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to the surface.

As soon as they were out of the water, Calliope started coughing. She shook her head as she tried to adjust her eyes, and noticed that she was still wrapped in Beau’s arms.

The man was looking over the woman carefully, “let me see your eyes, Calliope. You hit the water really hard.”

The young woman opened her eyes a little more for Beau, who looked into them and nodded his head. Her eyes seemed fine, and she had gotten the water out of her lungs. While he wasn’t calm now, he was feeling relieved she hadn’t hit the water harder.

“Maybe just another wave or two?” the woman asked Beau, blinking and rubbing her eyes as they finished adjusting to the beautiful view around her.

“No,” Beau replied so quickly that it surprised the girl, “let’s get back to the shore and do some more surfing another time.”

She didn’t question him, and swam back with him to the shore.

They sat down on their towels and watched the color of the ocean changing as the sun started to rise in the sky.

Calliope was watching the waves crashing on the shore when she heard Beau’s deep voice, asking her, “what’s your ideal future?”

“My ideal future?” the woman was surprised by the line of questioning, and raised her brows slightly as she looked into Beau’s eyes, “I’ve always wanted to be with a man and have a baby with him. I just wanted the simple life of loving my man and my baby. What about you?”

“I think I’ve spent my whole life running from my past. My father was abusive in so many ways, and all I ever wanted was to be a better man and father than he had ever been,” Beau revealed these intimate details of his life so easily to the young woman because he knew in his heart that he was falling in love with her.

“I’m sorry to hear about your father,” Calliope frowned as she met his blue eyes, “you’re clearly a better man than him. You should be proud of yourself.”

The man smiled into the girl’s green eyes, as he got sucked in by this never ending desire to be closer to her, “thank you. I want us to take things at your pace, slow or fast, I don’t care. I want to show you that I’m the man for you, so will you be mine in every season?”

The morning will save our souls… It’s a slow cinnamon summer, your spell is pulling me under.

A smile spread on the young girl’s lips, and she leaned over excitedly, kissing the man on his lips, “yes, Beau, I’ll be yours. Promise to be mine in return?”

“You had me the moment I met you,” Beau revealed sincerely, leaning into the kisses more, and letting his hands roam along her soft body.

“I’ll race you to the water,” Calliope told him quickly as she pulled away from his lips, and started running across the sand to the ocean, laughing with every step.

She heard Beau chasing her through the sand, and he grabbed her as they made it to the water.

He twirled her with one hand, kissing her and lifting her off the ground.

Calliope wrapped her legs around Beau’s waist as he took her deeper into the water. Their kissing didn’t stop, turning wetter and quickly becoming a make-out session that neither was willing to pull away from.

Under the water, Beau’s cock began to harden and Calliope felt it against her bikini bottoms. She moaned slightly and looked into Beau’s eyes, giving him permission without having to say a word.

It was telekinetic, the energy they shared, because immediately after that look, Beau reached down to get his cock out. Once his rod was rubbing against her, the man quickly moved her bikini to the side for easy access.

They continued kissing, wet tongues dancing outside of their mouths together on occasion, and a moan loudly escaping Calliope’s lips as Beau began to penetrate her with his large penis.

The feeling of having sex in the ocean wasn’t one that Calliope ever thought she’d get to experience, but it was immediately something she enjoyed.

As the waves moved, they seemed to be an extension of Beau’s body and his desires.

His thrusting, as it got harsher, matched the rhythm of the waves. The water felt freeing, almost encouraging even, pushing the new couple to enjoy themselves together more.

It was during this intense sex, as Calliope’s moans got louder and more unrestrained, that another car pulled up to the beach. The girl noticed the car first, moaning quietly, “Beau… people…”

Beau looked over his shoulder, noticing the car. He increased his pace, making sure each thrust was going deeper into her, “have you ever been caught having sex outside?”

“Umm, maybe,” the girl revealed sheepishly, lowering her eyes.

The man kissed her and held her waist as he pounded faster and faster. He knew not to cum in her, so he was reminding himself with every thrust to pull out as soon as he felt himself ready to bust, “then, you’ll be fine getting caught again. Be as loud as you need to be.”

She did get louder and louder. Calliope felt herself orgasming multiple times, enthralled and drunk off the feeling of having Beau inside of her. She squeezed her walls around his throbbing cock, then…

He pulled out quickly, groaning as he let his load out into the ocean.

As Beau came, Calliope reached down and started to stroke his cock with her hands. She spoke to Beau in whispers and little moans as she kissed his lips, squeezing her hands slightly around his shaft, “finish for me, Blue… let it all out, big guy…”

“Fuck, you’re unreal,” Beau closed his eyes, leaning into every kiss and smacking her ass under the water, “maybe we should keep going.”

“Maybe,” Calliope cooed, stroking his cock and watching as his white cum mixed into the waves.

Had to share some more Blue posts, not sure when I'll be posting the next one but I'm glad this is finally out there.

Love all of you, thank you for all your support and love.

SONG REFERENCES

An Evening I Will Not Forget by Dermot Kennedy

Cinnamon by Jome

[valyalyon]

Probably gonna post 2 Azure Amore later today… I need some more Blue on this page

[valyalyon]

2 Along Chasm Ridge

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CRY Master List or #LYONCRY

DIVIDERS

CW: Main girl is in a religious cult, cult tactics are used, vague religious mentions, young bride marrying cult leader, humiliation of mother of bride by cult leader, SMUT, mentions of blood, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. MDNI. 4.1K Words.

August 18, 2019.

All the families living in Chasm Ridge woke up early that Sunday morning to attend the wedding of their leader. By sunrise, most of the commune was standing outside the door to the church, waiting to be let in.

A few minutes after that, the head priest arrived and opened the doors. The first pew was exclusive to family and friends of the bride and groom, but every other pew was open to the public.

The church filled up as the priest took his place and the wedding party began to arrive.

Everyone in the church turned their attention to the priest as he began to speak, his old voice booming through the large church, “Our Holy King has called us all here to witness his wedding. Please rise for Cain Rey.”

All stood with one hive mind, numerous heads turning to the massive church doors, eyes focusing on the lone strong figure that walked in through the doors.

Each step he took was deafening, the whole cathedral shook and trembled under the weight of his power.

Seeing their King, some young women in the crowd blushed as they remembered their own intimate encounters with him.

He had been sleeping with a good handful of these 20+ year old girls living in the commune, but God would strike Cain down if he ever tried to recite any of their names.

He didn’t care about any of them, and he never did, so he would call them by the name of whatever flower he thought looked like the girl.

That was something his father had taught him, and he’d always said to “save your rose, marry her, love only her. Your wife is the most important decision you’ll make, and only a rose is fit to sustain the title.”

Cain walked through the church with a proud purpose on that day because the woman he was marrying was the rose he had always envisioned, and he had been lucky enough to find her.

He stopped at the altar, awaiting the rest of the party.

Next in line was the family of the bride and groom, but…

Well, the couple each lost a parent when they were teenagers and the commune’s former king Cephas had his funeral service held at this same church just the week before.

That left the mother of the bride, Beatrice Masson as the only family member to walk down the aisle. She walked slowly, in a red dress, holding onto a bouquet of pink roses, and smiling the crowd.

Cain wanted desperately to roll his eyes at the woman, but he kept a stoically neutral expression, moving towards her once she was closer.

In front of everyone, the man kissed his mother in law’s cheek, then guided her with his hand to her seat at the front of the pews in a private section for herself.

The mother stayed standing as Cain returned to his spot, watching his best man walk down the aisle with the maid of honor. Then, another groomsmen and another bridesmaid.

Everyone in the wedding party wore red except for Cain and his bride. The man was anxious to see her, whispering to his best man, “you seen her yet?”

“When we were all outside, yes… You’re making the right choice,” his buddy commented in a slight chuckle, “she’s way prettier than her sisters…”

Normally, the Holy King would have some righteous and angry response, but he was distracted as he heard the doors begin to open again.

The march began to play.

Ysabel felt nervous in a million ways in that moment, she knew how easy it could be for her to just pass out from the anxiety, but she ignored it all. She inhaled deeply, and smiled as she moved down the aisle.

All eyes were glued to the girl that had taken the King off the market, all judgements and envy out on full display in certain faces but no one dared say anything out loud.

It was true that the girl was beautiful, though.

Ysabel Solis was a short 18 year old woman, not even making it to five feet tall, with bronzed skin and natural fiery red hair. She had pale, baby blue eyes that were always so sensitive and sweet.

Her hair flowed naturally and at the top of her head she wore a crown laced with red roses but it was obscured by her veil.

Cain couldn’t take his deep blue eyes off the girl, just thinking she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and that he had made the right choice.

Once Ysabel was closer, Cain stepped down, taking her hand and helping her up to their place at the altar.

He held her hand confidently, and he looked at her with eyes that killed every other woman in the room, but swept Ysabel off her feet. He whispered to her for a moment, “you’re amazing…”

The girl blushed at him but replied back in a similarly quiet voice, “no, you…”

Cain smiled and squeezed her fingers as the Priest began speaking. From there, vows soon started.

“You are my rose. You are my Holy Queen, the one meant to be at my side when I enter Heaven. I promise to always be your protector…”

“To stand by your side in all moments, and to always show you that I love you,” his confession came as no surprise to Ysabel, who was already falling so hard for him.

“I promise to love you, to praise you, to pray for you, and to be your home forever,” her clear blue eyes looked into his dark blues, “I worship you, I know your love to be the ultimate safety…”

“I promise to be forever yours, my Holy King,” Ysabel’s lips trembled slightly, her eyes watering as she finished and attempted to collect herself.

Then the Priest was asking, “Cain Rey, do you take Ysabel Solis to be your wife? To love and protect as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Cain nodded his head, his smile stuck on his face as he squeezed the girl’s hands slightly.

“And do you, Ysabel Solis, take Cain Rey to be your husband?” The priest turned his attention to the woman as he continued, “To love and worship as long as you both shall live?”

Ysabel nodded her head, smiling up at Cain as she spoke, “I do.”

The best man handed the priest the couple’s rings, as the old man continued to speak, “these rings are a physical symbol of Heaven awaiting Cain and Ysabel as they make this commitment to one another.”

“In their rings, their love, and now as husband and wife, they have been given the keys to a peaceful, fruitful eternity,” the man handed each ring to the opposite individual.

Cain placed Ysabel’s ring first, speaking as he did, “this ring is yours as a reminder that I only love you. I promise to love and protect you forever. I’m yours.”

Ysabel smiled when it was her turn, even as she shook a little, “this ring is yours as a reminder that I only love you. I promise to love and worship you forever. I’m yours.”

“It is my honor to pronounce Cain and Ysabel, husband and wife. Cain, you may kiss your bride,” the priest stepped aside to let the couple have their moment as the applause began thundering through the church.

Cain pulled Ysabel close, then dipped her as he kissed her in front of the commune. He kissed her sweetly, not trying to make her look bad in front of anyone.

The couple went down the aisle together as rose petals were thrown at the end of each pew for them.

They went down the aisle quickly because as the applause got louder, Cain looked down and had noticed there was a foggy-disconnected look in his Ysabel’s eyes.

He wasn’t pleased about it and wanted to get her outside to ask her why she was looking that way.

Cain opened the backdoor of the private carriage he booked for wedding day, and helped Ysabel into it. The girl’s eyes were wide when he got in with her, “what?”

“You got a private horse drawn carriage for our wedding?” Her voice was squeaky and her eyes were full of tears, “you put so much thought into everything…”

“I did,” Cain said confidently, but quickly remembered the earlier expression in her eyes, “you were disconnected going down the aisle. Why? Are you regretting your decision already?”

Ysabel shook her head, moving to sit beside her husband, “I’m not. I don’t have good experiences with loud noises… It was making me anxious.”

The man blinked, seeing how close she was and sinking into bad thoughts, “oh, that makes a lot of sense. You out did yourself… You’re beyond beautiful, I can’t describe it.”

“Does it make you want to do anything to me?” She smiled up at him shyly, her light blue eyes clear and sweet, but her question so sexual.

“You know it does but now I’m curious, because you sound like a little dog,” Cain raised his brows and held her face in between his hands, “what did your past boyfriends do to you?”

She tried to shake her head, but he had her in place, so she looked him in the eye apologetically, “I’m a virgin as far as I’ve never had vaginal-penis sex or anal sex…

“But I had an ex boyfriend and there was kissing, oral, a finger,” Ysabel told Cain anything he wanted to know, without question. He was her King, he was the one she listened to and bowed to.

Cain smiled and kissed her, holding her head as his lips parted hers.

The woman’s heart beat rapidly as she worried about overstepping and making Cain angry, but she touched his face with her small hands as she returned his kisses.

The couple spent the entire drive to the reception making out, culminating in a heated arrival for both of them.

When they arrived, everything they had planned began to fall through in one major way. By the time they became aware of the issue, the couple had been sitting at the head table for a few minutes.

No one was allowed to wear white to the wedding, so no one but Ysabel was… until Beatrice joined the reception in a wedding dress and drunk as can be.

The older woman was walking around, talking to guests and slurring as she spoke, “yes, she’s my daughter! No, I’m not her… Don’t we look alike though? Makes sense why he picked her!”

Cain was annoyed at the sight, and whispered to his groomsmen, “someone better fix her dress.”

Beside her husband, Ysabel was starting to notice her mother among the crowd, and she sighed regretfully when she saw what her mother was wearing.

The bride turned her attention to her bridesmaids, who all shared Beatrice as their mother but had different fathers, “did you two know she was planning on wearing that?”

“No, but let her. It’s not a big deal,” Ysabel’s eldest half-sister, Blanche, sounded annoyed that her younger sister was even mentioning it.

“It’s my wedding,” the woman replied with a subdued voice, her light blue eyes going to her other sister, “do you not see an issue?”

“She’s wearing a dress, Belle, big deal!” Brigitte’s reply was just as angry, and she rolled her eyes at the girl, “you’re always so dramatic.”

Ysabel didn’t even have time to really respond to her sisters, as she heard a commotion.

“Why! Why did you do that?” Beatrice cried loudly, she was a drunk mess on the floor and her white dress was stained red with wine in one spot.

Above the woman, Cain’s groomsmen stood with empty wine glasses and curious, confused looks.

“What are you wearing, Beatrice?” Cain’s voice spoke up from beside his wife as he began to stand up.

Ysabel watched as her mother stood up in utter distress, “They spilled wine on me!”

“My bride is sitting beside me,” Cain shouted so loud that Beatrice’s face gave away her fear, “if she’s sitting beside me, I should see no white dresses dancing at my wedding. If Ysabel stands, she’s the only one in a white dress in this room.”

“The dress isn’t white! It’s cream, and they shouldn’t have spilled wine on me! I’m your mother in law!” Beatrice, irate in her drunkenness, screamed back at her leader.

Cain grabbed a bottle of wine from a stand beside the wedding table. He walked over to the woman and shoved her to the ground, pouring the entire bottle over her dress, shouting to the crowd as he finished the bottle, “GET ME ANOTHER!”

Beatrice was screaming, crying, and apologizing to Cain, but his groomsmen were already running back with more bottles of wine which Cain angrily snatched away from them to pour over the woman, “who the hell are you back talking?”

“You could be put to death for screaming to me like that. Next time, remember you’re my mother in law, and shut your fucking mouth,” Cain poured a second bottle over any white parts of her dress.

“It’s a sin to ruin a man’s wedding and the moment you walk in cosplaying as a man’s bride is the moment you embarrass yourself.”

Cain’s friends handed out bottles of wine to members of the commune to drink.

The third bottle of wine that was poured on Beatrice was opened by a father, who shuffled over and dumped it out onto her dress.

Within milliseconds, all the bottles that had been handed out to members of the commune were popping open and immediately being thrown onto Beatrice.

It was hard to tell if it was overkill but the reality was that the crowd was used to Beatrice’s behavior.

She got away with so much when Cephas was in charge, but under Cain… everyone knew things would be much different.

In more than just that way.

Eventually, Beatrice stormed out, angrily, but silently.

Cain returned to the head table and saw his wife, his eyes softening slightly as he noticed her anxious wide-eyed expression.

He looked at Ysabel as he offered his hand to her, “I’m sorry about that. Let’s end early and go home?”

Ysabel nodded her head, and took her husband’s hand, following him.

…

Cain gave Ysabel a brief tour of the home when they arrived with the tour ending in the master bedroom, “Excuse me, by the way. I need to use the bathroom real quick… Drank a lot at the reception.”

“Spilled a lot more than you drank,” the sweet girl’s comment was timid, and she turned to examine their room as the man disappeared into the bathroom.

His voice faded into the master bathroom, “she deserved it. She sinned, she was punished.”

When her husband disappeared into the bathroom, the woman got onto her knees and began to pray.

Let me love you like a woman… let me shine like a diamond.

She clasped her hands together, closing her eyes, “Father, let Cain always love me and let me always love Cain.”

He wasn’t in the bathroom for long, returning to the room as he heard the girl’s prayers. Cain walked to her side and sat down on the edge of the bed, not making a sound until she was done with her prayer.

When her eyes opened, her husband’s voice came from her left, saying, “How do you feel about everything, Ysabel? Tell me, honestly.”

The man expected her to have some complaints about what happened to her mother during the wedding. He expected her to call it all too much, to say that he had gone too far for her.

Her sweet eyes met his deep blue ones, and she pouted just a bit, her lip trembling slightly, “honestly? So sad we didn’t have a first dance.”

So, Ysabel’s husband stood and reached his hand out to her.

Dance me through the panic until I’m gathered safely in…

The girl took it without question, and Cain pulled her into a slow dance. With every turn, the girl felt herself falling more in love.

They shared a fire that Ysabel didn’t really understand, but they started humming a song as they moved along the empty space in the room.

Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone…

Cain lead his wife in their first dance, but their bodies understood one another without any words.

She followed him so easily.

In one moment, when he turned his bride, her ass pressed just right against his crotch.

Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon…

Ysabel, in feeling him, danced her body along his. She desired to please him, to be the best wife for him.

“Maybe you’re doing a little too much, my rose,” Cain inhaled sharply as he felt her ass grinding along his pants.

The girl pulled away, starting to walk away, but Cain pulled her back in, continuing their dance. This time, though, he started to help her out of her wedding dress.

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of and dance me to the end of love.

Ysabel turned to kiss him as her dress came off, and he was already leaning forward awaiting her. Their kiss was passionate, their tongues desperately trying to get to know each other better.

The bride unbuttoned Cain’s top as their kisses got more wet, saliva pooling between the two.

The man pulled his shirt off once the buttons had been undone by Ysabel, and he pulled her in by the waist, “I’m in love with you, Ysa, only you.”

“I love you, but you don’t mean that, unholy King,” the woman’s sweet voice teased the older man, and she fluttered her lashes up at him, “you’ve had so many women before me.”

“Yes, but I never loved any, and I won’t have any women after you, just you,” Cain lifted the girl easily and placed her on the bed to better ravage her.

He ate her out, wanting her to be wet, and hoping that he gave her better head than her ex.

Cain knew he was a bigger sinner than her, but he hated that anyone had touched her even a little bit. It was imperative for him to be the best at anything she’d ever felt, and anything she would feel in the future.

He never wanted to fail as a husband.

So his tongue worked in circles along her clit, then he pressed his thumb to it and began rubbing into her clit.

At the same time, his tongue began a trail down to her vagina, invading it with thirsty desire.

Ysabel moaned at every touch of his, especially as he ate her out. Her mind was racing, her fingers curling in his hair, “ohhh, Cain… feels sooo…”

The man pulled away, unbuckled his belt and took it off. When he looked down at the girl, laid on the bed, he wrapped the belt around her wrists and tightened it.

“What if I don’t want to be tied up?” Ysabel clutched her hands, looking up at Cain with a coy expression he’d never seen in a woman.

“What are you going to do? Complain? I think I can deal, I don’t mind hearing you talk,” the groom responded with a chuckle, then took off his pants and underwear.

The virgin bride’s eyes ran along her husband’s body, admiring his muscled form and then… He was easily ten inches, if not bigger. The woman was amazed.

“I could scream,” Ysabel mumbled as Cain approached her, spit flying down onto his cock that he stroked around the long shaft, “I’d be very loud.”

“I definitely don’t mind hearing you scream,” Cain replied with a chuckle, leaning down to kiss her on the mouth.

“You’re soo meaan, ahh,” the woman had started to protest just as he started to push his long, hard cock into her.

There was enough saliva between both bodies causing the sex to become passionate relatively quickly with Cain beginning to thrust his ten inches in to the small Ysabel faster each time.

She took every thrust with loud moans, her bound hands wrapped around her husband’s neck, and her lower body moving along to the feeling.

The young bride felt some pain from her first sexual experience, but she thought to embrace it would be better.

Every good woman was born to experience this pain for her husband, and how lucky was she that she got to marry a Leader, a religious figure, a very attractive man.

With each thrust, she rolled her hips along, panting and looking up at Cain with pleasure filled blue eyes.

His hands were greedy for her body, touching every surface of soft skin and kissing her every chance he got. At the same time, his lower body had a mind of its own.

Each thrust went harder, deeper. He felt the way her walls clutched around him, the tightness other worldly.

He knew Heaven was all theirs now and that there was no more looking back. From here on, only forward.

To Cain, it felt as if their souls were blending together, as if Ysabel’s body and her love were all made for him to enjoy but this moment…

This was the combining of souls that he knew would always be needed to rule over Chasm Ridge, and God had delivered this woman to him at the perfect time.

Ysabel was lost in her pleasure as she felt Cain speeding up inside her, her eyes closed and her head rolled back as she moaned happily.

“Fuck, I’ve got to fill you with my seed, I need it, I can’t pull out. Your pussy feels amazing, you feel unreal,” he leaned down to kiss the young woman, and she welcomed his lips.

His pace was intense, and Ysabel’s eyes were half open, her hips trying to match his every thrust with a well timed rhythm, “you do whatever you have to do…”

She let out another moan as his intensity drove her closer to the edge.

Then, she felt it.

The feeling of his cock pumping his load into her.

Torrents of gooey seed filled her womb and when she felt the final pumps of his cock, she began twitching and moaning against her groom’s still hard dick.

Cain groaned slightly, but thrusted deeper into the girl, making sure the cum got even deeper into her, “you’re the first woman I’ve ever cum inside of and I want you to really enjoy having my load in you, because I’m going to cum inside you every chance I get.”

Ysabel was coming back from another orgasmic peak, staring up at Cain as his thrusts continued.

“Ohh, Caaiin,” the girl moaned as another thrust caught her off guard, “are you just going to keep me as a sex toy?”

“For the rest of the night? Absolutely,” he littered her collarbone with kisses, rolling his hips against hers, “forever? Yes, but I’ll still let you live a life here and there… That way you get a break.”

Ysabel laughed as the man came up and the two shared another intimate kiss, as they fell into more sex.

…

When Cain fell asleep that night, it was sudden and immediately after his third nut into his new bride.

Ysabel went to the bathroom to pee.

She noted to herself that her new home was beautiful, and sat down on the toilet.

It took her a minute to force out the pee but when she did there was quite a lot. That made sense, she had also drunk during her wedding.

When she went to wipe, she immediately noticed that she had bled.

It made perfect sense to her though, Cain had been rougher than she had expected so of course he ended up causing her hymen to bleed.

She shook her head, not daring to think a bad thought about her husband. The girl cleaned herself with some soap and water, then returned to bed to join her husband.

Sorry for the delays in releasing this one!

I've been feeling like shit about myself and my writing lately so I've been writing very little and didn't want to post everything I had ready in case I ran out of stuff...

Regardless, I hope everyone enjoys this!

SONG REFERENCES

Let Me Love You Like a Woman by Lana del Rey

Dance Me to the End of Love by The Civil Wars

[valyalyon]

how did you make blue so hawt and perf and i want him to be happy forever daddy deserves it fr

V important questions, lemme break it down

So hawt how ? Blue so hawt natural

Perf how ? Perf blue is since birth

Daddy deserves happiness forever? No

Absolutely not

Love you tho mommy 🥰😘

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CW: MC heat exposure/saved by paramedic, public smut. MDNI. 4K Words.

These blue beaches remind me of my home, freedom, and him… That Blue Man.

If someone were to ask Calliope how she came to be, she’d tell you she didn’t remember, just like every other time. Calliope’s earliest memories were of that beach in Mableshore.

The waves there were always a little intense, and few surfers would stay when the water would get worse.

Calliope wore a little bikini she didn’t remember purchasing, it was scarlet red. She sat under the shade of an umbrella, holding her volleyball and waiting for the weather to clear.

Her skin had darkened a bit in the coastal sun, but it was still Calliope. Her hair no longer blonde, but now a ginger red… how much time had passed since killing Arthur, she was unsure of.

In the distance, she saw a surfer still riding the waves. The water was slightly high at the time, with the surfer still seemingly gliding through it effortlessly.

He relaxed a bit as he turned his board towards the shore, trying to ride it standing up along the rough waves for as long as possible. He held it for several feet, ultimately settling down onto the board and finishing his swim to shore.

Calliope turned her eyes away from the man and took some fruit out of a container, having some for herself. She had a cube of watermelon, followed by a grape and a strawberry.

Her green eyes scanned the beach after a few minutes, seeing if the waves and winds had calmed down enough to play volleyball.

It looked peaceful enough, so she stood. Calliope patted as much sand off her body as possible, and made her way along the beach to the net.

Since she was by herself, she was planning on just practicing her serves. She wanted to enjoy her new life and just tried to distract herself. Remembering what she did to Arthur was hard.

Still, the memories of all the men lived on. Calliope suffered from endless nightmares, and whimsical dreams, consistently. She couldn’t let go of her love for them.

While she had chosen to walk away from Lazarus out of fear, she had never stopped loving him. Now, she was the furthest she’d ever been from his environment and she wondered if he could feel that distance.

The last time she saw Lazarus was inside Cain’s penthouse. He was promising to find her again, saying he loved her. How was he feeling now? And why could she never stop thinking of him?

And Jasper… All she hoped was that if Jasper was right, if there was a God — she hoped that he had asked for forgiveness in his final moments and that he wasn’t really stuck in Purgatory like she had seen when Arthur tried to drown her.

Calliope wished for him to have entered Heaven, where he could just relax for once and live like he wanted. Hell was what the man spoke of fearing in life, so she hoped he wouldn’t have to face disappointment in death.

Even if sometimes he did deserve it.

“Hey!” A man’s voice shouted, forcing Calliope out of her recollections and lackluster volleyball practice, “I’m an EMT. Are you alright?”

She blinked, not sure of what he meant. Then, she felt her face and it was hot to the touch. Her skin was burning, “sorry… I didn’t notice…”

As she said this, she turned to see the man. He was much taller than her, with tanned skin, crystal blue eyes, and black hair. The dark beach, the palm trees, and the cloudy blue sky were his home.

But, everything started to spin for Calliope, and she saw the world begin to darken, her head felt heavy. All she heard as she passed out was the man’s voice, calling out as he caught her, “Ma’am!”

The man moved her into the shade, where he quickly worked on getting her to wake back up. He fanned her and continued to check her pulse through her neck, speaking to her, “I’ve got you, okay? Wake up, I’m here for you…”

Her face was starting to go back to her normal color, the red beginning to fade. Slowly, Calliope shifted and moaned as her eyes opened.

She saw the man’s blue eyes first, and she thought they were the sky.

Her heart raced as she came back, as his face became clearer in her view. His dark hair was swept to the side, his clear blue eyes looked at her only with concern, “hi there, how do you feel?”

Her green eyes swelled with tears, “I’m sorry, that’s so embarrassing, I didn’t realize how hot I was getting.”

He looked taken aback and quickly shook his head, “no, don’t apologize. There were clouds on you most of the time, but towards the end they had moved. You turned and faced me after a serve, your face was blood red so I knew I had to check on you.”

“Thank you for checking on me,” she told him, honestly, as the tears fell without her permission. She went to wipe them off, but her arms were shaky and weak.

The man’s fingers were on her cheeks, and he rubbed the tears away slightly, looking into her eyes, “don’t cry… I’m Beau Emerson, what’s your name?”

He pulled his hands away as she responded, “Calliope Marlowe, nice to meet you, Beau…”

Beau thought she looked familiar, but it was her voice and eyes that gave it away for him. She had been Ember Conrad and now she was Calliope Marlowe, what a chameleon.

The man encouraged Calliope to have some more of her fruits, picking the container up for her and holding it out, “I can hold it while you eat, your hands are still a little shaky.”

Calliope nodded her head, picking some strawberry pieces, eating those, then moving onto some watermelon. She finished snacking on a few pieces of grapes, “have whatever you want, too, Beau.”

Beau grabbed some grapes too, ate them, then reached for some strawberry at the same time as Calliope, “sorry, you have it, you need it more than me.”

Calliope thanked him, and ate the strawberry.

Beau had some more pieces of watermelon, and started to ask her questions. He didn’t bombard her, but they went back and forth for several hours as the day got darker.

Calliope realized pretty early on that this was the same paramedic from Carcos, but she couldn’t lie to herself. She was attracted to him, and the more they talked, the more her mind felt alive again.

“So, you were born on the island of Olahia,” his clear blue eyes expressed his surprise, and he smiled at her, “I’ve heard its gorgeous but never gotten to meet someone from there.”

“I haven’t been back in a long time, though,” Calliope commented, lowering her eyes and rubbing her legs in an effort to soothe herself, “Where are you from, Beau?”

“Sunwoods… have you ever heard of it?” the man looked out at the beach, making note in his mind of the time and the approaching darkness.

“Yeah, actually,” the girl nodded her head and looked up at Beau, trying to figure out if she had seen him when she was there but not remembering, “why did you leave Sunwoods?”

“I would call it family conflict… If you ask my parents, I’m sure they’ll have another story,” the man laughed slightly then met Calliope’s green eyes, and stopped to smile at her.

The young woman felt her skin burning and her heart racing, so she turned her eyes away from him and looked at the cove-like beach of little Mableshore, “this is a good place to run away to.”

The ocean was a dark blue, but Beau’s eyes were baby blue even as the darkness of night began to settle around them.

The man looked around, then back at her, “I’m sorry, it’s so dark. I can walk you back to your place.”

Calliope nodded her head, preparing herself to stand just as Beau got back on his feet. He looked down at her and reached his hand out to her.

For a moment, she froze staring at his hand, but when she looked in his face she saw a soft smile and the kindest eyes, “I got you, I’m here.”

Her skin felt like it was burning up again. She reached her hand up to his, her hand dwarfed in his, and he pulled her to her feet easily.

He took his time to get her up, though, like he didn’t want to startle her head.

When she finally stood up beside him, she was a foot shorter than him. Calliope’s eyes went up to Beau’s and he looked down at her as a smile stayed on his face.

His smile was so warm, but he pulled his hand away from her when he got her to her feet, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in anyway, Calliope. I’ll walk with you and leave when you get to your place.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” the girl smiled at him but dropped her eyes to remember the trail back to her apartment.

Before long, the two were walking along the path back into the main part of Mableshore. Half the buildings were houses along one side of the beach, and the other were streets of wall-to-wall apartment homes.

Beau would ask her questions about herself, telling her more about himself as well, and walked beside her like an ominous message to strange men.

He made her feel comfortable and seen, in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her attraction for him was building, with Calliope feeling as if she had to have him.

Yet, she wondered if he was attracted to her or if he was only being nice.

She looked at him for a moment as they walked, and he made eye contact with her, smiling and asking her, “so if you could go anywhere in the world do you think it would be back home to Olahia?”

Calliope was so surprised, but she saw the beaches of her island in his eyes and she blushed as she felt herself begin to flirt, “your eyes make me feel like I’m there.”

“Damn, yeah… I’d go back in time and used that on you earlier,” Beau felt like this was all so much better than he could have asked for, he looked into her green eyes and smiled differently than before.

Before, his smile was sweet. It wasn’t malicious or evil now, but it was almost hungry and needy.

He dropped his eyes, catching himself as he got out of hand, “I can’t think of anyway to be as smooth as you, just know I’m into you but I know this is your world.”

“My world?” Calliope raised her eyebrows and looked up at Beau as she crossed her arms, “care to elaborate?”

“I’m just saying I won’t be disrespecting you,” Beau explained, but his eyes ran along her face and focused on her eyes, “I like just being around you.”

The girl blushed and decided she had enough of playing with him. She reached up, clutching his loose shirt in her hands, pulling him close and standing on her toes.

She pressed her lips to his.

Beau closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, spreading her lips with his own. His hand ran along her body for a moment, but he caught himself, “if you want me to stop, tell me.”

Calliope nodded her head, kissing him again. She closed her eyes and melted into his lips, opening her mouth for his invading tongue.

Her hands were pulling along the buttons of his short sleeve shirt, but Beau opened his eyes as he remembered they were still on the sidewalk.

He pulled her into a water drainage area along the streets and continued to kiss her as they were out of sight. Beau took her bikini top off, his eyes running along her breasts, “you’re gorgeous, Calliope.”

“Are you actually attracted to me?” the girl asked breathlessly, her green eyes wandering along his face for any hint of deception.

Beau laughed, kissing her hotly as his hands groped her breasts, then greedily ran down her body, “more than attracted. You’re the kind of woman that stops the world.”

She smiled but raised her eyebrows, “I thought it was my world.”

The man nodded his head, watching as the girl finished pulling off all the buttons in his shirt to reveal his muscular frame. He was tanned and strong, tall and handsome…

Beau was everything she wanted.

“I want you to feel me,” he took her by the wrist, but she happily let him, and he pressed her hand over his swim trunks where she felt his rock hard rod, “this is what you do to me.”

“How big are you?” Calliope asked as her eyes widened, her hand moving along the imprint of the shaft to try and figure it out herself.

“10 inches,” Beau stared into her eyes, then cleared his throat, “you’re real small. Would I be torturing you by putting that much inside of you?”

She nodded her head, her ginger hair flowing around her in beach waves, but her hand was obviously still very busy feeling him, “absolutely you would be.”

The man nodded his head, but scanned her face and eyes. The hunger he had shown in his smile earlier was all over her eyes, and the two did desire one another equally.

Beau couldn’t help but crack another smile, pressed his lips to hers and let his shorts down.

One hand was groping her ass, the other hand was wet and on his shaft now, “you’d like it though. That’s the problem, isn’t it? We both want it so bad.”

Calliope tore her face from his and dropped to her knees in front of his 10 inch cock. Her green eyes were a whirlwind of wild desire, and she happily wrapped her lips around his tip.

She ran her tongue in circles around his tip, then slurped up his entire shaft, allowing him to thrust his 10 inches as far down her throat as possible.

At first, Beau couldn’t fit it all in her mouth with Calliope gagging a little, but after a few seconds the man figured out an angle and got all of it down the girl’s gagging throat.

He closed his eyes from the pleasure, but pulled out to make sure she got to breathe from the gagging.

The girl immediately pulled him back towards her, begging for more, so he did it again and again and again. When he pulled out, it was because he was fed up…

He wanted her so bad.

Beau tossed Calliope onto the wall, smacking her ass and pulling her cover up shorts off. He saw her little red thong and admired her ass in it, before getting it off too.

He knelt down to taste her pussy, facing in such a way so that his nose was at her clit and his tongue was buried in her wet pussy.

The man was convinced that he fell in love with her in that moment, that the taste of her alone was enough to make any man go insane and fall helplessly in love with her.

His tongue swirled inside of her, looking for her g spot while he rubbed his nose against her clit to stimulate her, but he breathed out some words against her pussy, “you taste just like honey.”

The pleasure Calliope felt was unreal, with the girl rolling her eyes helplessly as she felt every nudge of Beau’s nose or the feeling of his devious tongue, “fuck, Beau… ahhh…”

Beau continued until the girl was near crying from the deep orgasmic feelings he gave her and then he pulled away quickly, standing up to insert himself into her, “get ready and tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

The girl felt herself swoon, leaning her head back to listen to him, then she felt his tip start to enter her.

Calliope leaned into the excitement, the wildness, the randomness of everything that had happened. She closed her eyes, her pussy opening up for him to continue entering.

He spread her apart, but all ten inches found room inside of her with the girl moaning once he filled her up, “Beau… oh… fuuck…”

The man started getting into a rhythm. His thrusts were going deep, all the way inside of her, at a steady pace.

For him, it felt amazing inside of Calliope. Her walls gripped around him, her pussy wet as she accepted all of his inches and she was tight in such a good way.

She tossed her hair out of her face, and Beau’s eyes wandered along the ginger strands, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a natural red head.”

Calliope tried to respond, but as she opened her mouth to answer, Beau’s thrusts began to speed up. The girl’s only response was turned into loud moaning.

He pushed deeper inside of her, pressing against her cervix in several pounding strokes. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss her lips while he continued his aggressive thrusting.

That summer night was hot and dry, with the ocean smell everywhere. The heat against Calliope’s skin was from a day of hot temperatures, but also from a burning fire that her and Beau had started to cultivate.

She realized just seconds before he was about to cum, that she was off of birth control. Her lips quivered as she pulled away from Beau, she looked into his blue eyes.

“Your eyes drive me crazy… please don’t cum inside my pussy,” her hips were rocking along his cock, meeting every thrust happily as she looked into his eyes, and she cooed sweetly, “please cum in my mouth, Beau…”

“Yes, Honey,” Beau’s desire caught up to him, so he kissed her with an open mouth before pulling away suddenly.

Calliope turned quickly, squatting down to take his cock down her throat. Her eyes closed as she began to pleasure his shaft as if it was still in her pussy.

Beau groaned quietly, holding onto her by the hair, and pushing his hips deeper into her throat as he came.

His cock pulsated with cum for several seconds, and Calliope was collecting the cum in her mouth to swallow it all at once, her eyes were showing her intense pleasure.

The entire sexual interaction with Beau had Calliope in a state of orgasmic bliss. There, as he finished cumming in her throat, she came even more.

When Beau was done cumming, he pulled out of her mouth slowly and watched her for a second.

Calliope was holding onto his arms as he helped her stand from the ground but she opened her mouth to show him all his cum. She swallowed it all just as the man pulled her up into another deep kiss.

Beau kept kissing her, but grabbed her clothes and helped her get dressed again, “I’m sorry I let myself get carried away.”

“That’s one way of putting what I started,” the girl teased him, trying to remind him that she was into him.

But, she noticed hesitance in the man’s expression.

Beau knew who he was and he was starting to learn who she was. He didn’t want to stop learning about her, he wanted to be around her, but, “I’m going to be working until next Saturday.”

“Saving lives for an entire week. You should be proud of yourself,” Calliope smiled at him and continued leading him to her apartment.

When she looked at him, she noticed pain in his baby blue eyes. The girl took his arm in hers and looked up at him sweetly, “you look all sad, Blue Boy.”

There’s a crushing silence where loves a disease. Like a fever it grips me, like a lover it holds.

Beau finally cracked a smile, his eyes lighting up slightly, but that was only because he was so enthralled by her. She was perfect for him and he wanted to be half as good for her, “I am slightly. You deserve more of my time, and you know I need more of yours.”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” she told him honestly, but held his hand in hers, “I’d be so happy to give you more of my time.”

“Next Sunday, before sunrise, I’m picking you up and we’re going to the beach,” Beau made the plans with conviction, looking into her green eyes with his crystal pools.

Calliope smiled sheepishly but tore her eyes away as they started approaching the door of her place, “I’m home. Thank you, Beau. Sunday for sure.”

“Do you have a cellphone?” the man curiously asked. His voice was tender and sweet. Despite that, he was tall, strong, and almost scary?

Not to Calliope. He was so calm, he was so gentle. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of.

She shook her head, “no, I don’t… I’ve honestly been blacking out every so often. I barely remember the last few weeks.”

Beau frowned sympathetically as he patted his pockets for his wallet. Once he had it, he opened it up and pulled out six hundred dollars, “here. This should hopefully be enough for you to get a phone. Could you bring me a pen and paper?”

Calliope nodded her head. She opened the door with her key and disappeared inside the house for a few minutes, coming back out with it, “I can’t take your money…”

The man shook his head, folded the bills and put them into her hand as he took the notepad and pen, “here’s my number. Go get yourself a phone and a data plan tomorrow, and text me.”

The girl opened her mouth in protest, “you gave me too much money… I’m going to just give it back to you when I see you again.”

“I’d prefer you give yourself to me the next time I see you. Keep the money, we’ll talk soon,” Beau smiled down at the girl and then leaned forward, kissing her on the lips.

Calliope leaned forward into the kiss, opening her lips, then pulling away as she looked up at him, “I’ll see you, then.”

The tall man started walking backwards along the street, his eyes were still on her, “I gotta watch you go inside and lock the door.”

I will never get used to you.

Her heart fluttered, she felt lost in his eyes. Calliope couldn’t believe he was real and she wanted to watch him disappear, but he was a gentleman.

She smiled at him, swooned internally as she walked into the apartment, and locked the door behind her.

For a second, she just paused and listened in the silence of her home. She could hear Beau’s footsteps disappearing along the street.

The heavy sounds of the giant, kind man that had fucked her roughly yet treated her so sweetly.

She set his money and the notepad with his number down on the coffee table, about to walk away when she felt butterflies in her stomach.

Returning quickly to the table, she immediately noticed there was a note. She knelt down and read it in her head, her heart racing while her face started to burn.

Beau wrote: I can’t wait to see you again

Calliope memorized the note and his number that night.

HE'S HEREE!!! ahhh I'm so happy, I've been so excited to tell Beau's story but I kept putting his story later and later in the series because I knew his story would be worth the wait.

Let me know whatever you think of him <3

SONG REFERENCES

Haze by Amber Run

Never Stop (Wedding Version) by SafetySuit

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Ysabel Solis

Nicknames: Rose, Ysa, Belle

DOB: August 16, 2001 at 5am

Height: 4’11” or 150cm

Personality traits: clever, curious, alluring, humanitarian, compassionate, big-hearted, introspective, emotionally sensitive, maternal, realistic, practical, direct communicator, loyal, caring, optimistic, independent, empathetic, loving.

Fears: She feels as if there is no purpose to life, and struggles to understand the meaning behind her existence.

Cain Rey

Nicknames: King, the Son, the Father

DOB: April 5, 1996 at 2:00pm

Height: 6'0" or 182cm

Personality traits: sharp tongue, analytical thinker, passionate, motivated, confident, intuitive, intense, pioneer, innovator, restless, active, charming, natural leader, center of attention.

Fears: he is afraid of losing everything he’s built at the hands of someone else. If he is to lose everything, he wants to be the one to destroy it all.

Salvatore Guerrero

Nicknames: Sal, the Phoenix Man

DOB: December 18, 1988 at 5:00am

Height: 6’4” or 193cm

Personality traits: outspoken, energetic, sensitive, intuitive, adventurous, curious, red-hot, bold, hot-tempered, clear, confident, fun loving, high spirited, excited, motivated, dreamy, creative, compassionate, nurturing, mysterious, strong, passionate.

Fears: Able to care for others but not himself, worries always that he will be abandoned and left behind by those he loves.

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Cain Rey

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Synopsis

Ysabel is a quiet, shy woman brought into a cult following the death of her father. Before long, she's married to the leader, and a whirlwind of love, abuse, and loss follows. With every post, we learn more about her life until we understand the bigger picture.

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