It must have been a humdinger of a dream, because it was over in just a few minutes. His cock started throbbing as the blood pounded, it stiffened to the breaking point, and then the cum was shooting into my mouth.
He woke up with a start, just as I let him slip out of my mouth, and smile, which let a drooly string of cum slide out over my lips. I swallowed the rest.
“Wha...” He sat up, rubbing his eyes, confused. “Jaysus! Were you just.”
“Sucking your cock? Well yes. Sorry to wake you, but I just couldn’t wait a minute longer.”
“Oh, bleeding Jaysus and the Twelve Apostles. That was—”
“Shhhh.” I put my finger on his luscious lips. “Keep it to yourself. I don’t even want to know what you were dreaming. That’s for you alone.”
Then I snuggled back up as he took me into his arms, and we both went back to sleep...
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I woke slowly, feeling better than I had in a long time. I opened my eyes to a gentle light diffused through window’s lace curtains. I snuggled back into the warmth of the comforter. The scent of Keegan’s fresh scent lingered in the bed and on the blankets. It stirred exciting memories, and I felt a small smirk form on my lips. I turned over and yawned – and I saw an empty bed. I pushed up on my elbows, and looked around. Damn. I found myself all alone in the big, empty bed. I flopped back down. I ran my finger over my lip and replayed Keegan’s kiss, slow and soft. I still felt his words, too - they were comforting in ways I never expected. For the time being, Keegan had obliterated every dark fear that had tried to rule my mind. At that moment, all I thought about was the present, with small promises of the future. I was overcome with lust and desire, and I swear I could taste the rainbow.
I pulled my legs to the side and stretch my arms out. I got up and grabbed some black yoga pants, a sports bra, and my favorite shirt (it said ‘Nope. Not today’, which always made me smile). I twirled my long hair into a bun and just as I started to walk out, I saw a little piece of paper on the Shadow Box, sitting on my grandmother’s old vanity. I picked it up and read:
I went to town with Brann and Katie
(Yeah, she went with me, hard to believe, right!)
Stay out of trouble, love
-K xxx-
P.S.: You snore worse than Orin!
I felt myself blush as I sat down on the stool in front of the mirror. I’m so embarrassed. Do I really snore?
Shrugging and setting the note aside, I stared at the shadow box for a moment. Remembering there were other items in it, besides the grimoire that had set me off yesterday. I opened the box once more, and removed the old-fashioned letter. The envelope was sealed with black wax, and a cursive M stamped onto it. I broke the seal and pulled out an off-white color paper with black inked words written in perfect script.
My Dearest Keira,
If you are reading this, then I, Edna Morrigan of Cóis Dara, have died. As your grandmother, I have a responsibility to tell you about your history, from the time your mother gave birth to you, until the moment you are reading this letter.
Your mother, Lara, was a bright and imaginative girl. However, the gifts of the Morrigan manifested in her powerfully, and the visions she had often overwhelmed her. These visions became more vivid and more terrifying. Before you were born, she simply snapped. She became unable to tell the difference between present and future. Her sense of reality became heavily distorted. She was convinced that all of the magical aspects of the world were at her fingertips. She discussed these aspects with normal people, and threw fits when they did not understand her delusions. Events swiftly spiraled out of control.
Lara had an affair with a man who pretended to believe in her version of the world. But, by the time she realized she was pregnant, your father had disappeared without a trace. I begged her to allow me manage her affairs for the safety of her future child. But she took matters into her own hands, and left for the United States. She thought you would be safe there. But mere months after your birth, she called me and stated she was in mortal danger. She put you up for adoption for your safety. Not long after your birth, she was murdered.
By now, as you are reading this, you have looked through the grimoire. You have learned of a trio of brothers – Evil, Darkness, and Violence - who are mortal enemies with our family. Despite her escape to America, these brothers found your mother and murdered her.
I cannot apologize enough for how your life must have been up to this point. The wheels of fate started turning centuries before you were born. Though I wanted so badly to reach out to you, it was impossible. If I had, the brothers would find you too. My birds have watched over you, and they shall continue to do so. The Morrigans have survived every attempt to stamp out our bloodline. I pray that you will keep that flicker of hope alive.
Oh, Keira. How it pains me that I never got to meet you. I am sure you’ve grown into a lovely woman. The gifts of the Morrigan bloodline will compliment your natural abilities. Pay attention to your feelings (plus some carefully measured common sense), and you cannot go
