Chapter Twenty-nine
Reid
I should be sleeping, but I can’t. I left the others in bed and came down to my office when it became clear that sleep wouldn’t be happening. There’s no point in keeping everyone up as I toss and turn. I might as well be doing something helpful.
It’s been a few days since Aaliyah killed Archibald Ashby, and we’ve been trying to nail down a plan for how to kill her parents. It’s been nearly impossible. Every single plan has had some kind of hole in it that would leave all of us, but especially Aaliyah, exposed.
The main reason for this is we still don’t know how to kill her father. Is it even possible to kill a god? What if it’s not and we’re doing all of this for nothing? Aaliyah could end up dead, and that isn’t an outcome I find acceptable.
Clicking over to the supernatural dark web, I click on my favorite forum.
Fuck it, I think to myself as I type in the question I desperately need answered.
undertheseaiswhereiwanttobe
Are there any known ways to kill a god?
It doesn’t take long for the answers to start rolling in, but most of them are useless.
deathtotherich
Are the gods even around anymore?
nogodsnomasters
None. Compared to gods even supernaturals are nothing but mere mortals.
destructionofallweknow
You’re insane if you think you can survive against a god.
itstheendoftheworldasweknowit
A god can only be killed in two ways. The first requires them to have no worshipers. They’ll grow weaker and weaker until you can finally kill them. The second way is for another god to kill them. I hope this helps.
At least that one seems semi-helpful. I pull up the messenger app, shooting them a message and hoping they’re not just full of shit.
undertheseaiswhereiwanttobe
What about a demigod?
Could they kill a god?
itstheendoftheworldasweknowit
Hmmm… possibly.
It would depend on how much godly power was gifted to them.
It’s not out of the realm of possibilities, but it’s also a long shot.
I’m assuming we’re not talking in hypothetical situations here?
undertheseaiswhereiwanttobe
Of course they’re hypothetical questions.
Aren’t they all on the dark web?
itstheendoftheworldasweknowit
Right. Right.
Hypothetically speaking, if there was more information to provide, then I might be able to help more.
Hmmm… I don’t know how I feel about this. But this is the closest we’ve come to finding some kind of answer. Surely I can provide just a bit more if it’ll give us a better idea of what needs to happen.
undertheseaiswhereiwanttobe
The only other piece of information I can provide is that the demigod is related to the god in question.
itstheendoftheworldasweknowit
Good. That’ll make it easier. Killing a god within the same bloodline is easier.
Well, as easy as killing any god is.
The demigod would need to be powerful to stand a chance.
If they’re not, then it’s certain death.
undertheseaiswhereiwanttobe
Understood. Thank you.
itstheendoftheworldasweknowit leaves the chat without another word, and I close out, mind already running. I know Aaliyah is powerful, but is she powerful enough?
I jerk around in my chair at the sound of the door opening behind me. Aaliyah sticks her head inside, a soft smile on her lips.
“You weren’t in bed when I woke up. How did I know you’d be down here?” She steps into the room, leaving the door open as she struts toward me. “You need to rest. You can’t keep at this all the time. It’s not good for you. You need to relax.”
“Relax?” I scoff. “How am I supposed to relax when we need to figure out how to kill your parents without you dying in the process?”
“Oh, I can think of some ways to get you to relax. In fact, I’m going to help you relax right now.” She climbs into the chair, straddling my lap and arms wrapping around my neck as her lips crash down on mine.
I groan into the kiss, letting her control it as my hands push up the oversized shirt she’s wearing. Based on the size, I’d say it’s Tyson’s. Not that it matters, especially when I realize she’s bare underneath it.
Breaking the kiss, I trace my hands over her ass as my lips turn up into a smirk. “Did you come down here to seduce me, angel?”
She hums, shrugging her shoulders before reaching down and grabbing the bottom of her shirt. She pulls it over her head and tosses it to the side. “And if I did?”
“Then I’d thank my lucky stars. Wait! I need to tell—“
“No more talking.”
Shit. I guess I’ll have to remember to tell her afterward.
She laughs as she pulls my shirt up until I take over the job of removing it. Her deft fingers go to my sweatpants, pushing them down. I’ve never really been one for underwear, so my cock slaps against my stomach as soon as she gets them down far enough.
“Not wearing underwear really makes this easier,” she says, already lifting up to hover my cock before I’ve even got my damn shirt off.
“Wait, angel. I want—“ I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence as she lowers herself onto my cock, a groan tearing from me as her wet heat surrounds me. Gods, what I wouldn’t give to be inside her pussy at all times of the day.
“Yes, lover boy?” Aaliyah sounds pleased with herself as she begins to rock on my lap.
Any and all thoughts that aren’t about her moving on my cock disappear. “You feel so good.”
“So do you. Now, sit back and enjoy yourself. Let me do all the work, yeah?”
Who in their right mind would say no to that? Certainly not me.
Sliding my hands from her hips to her tits, I give them a squeeze.
“Uh uh uh. That’s not sitting back and letting me do all the work.” Aaliyah boops me on the nose. “Hands on the armrests and don’t let go. You’re not allowed to touch—not with your hands and not with your mouth. I’m in charge of your pleasure and mine. Do you understand?”
My hips jerk up of their own accord as I wonder how this woman bossing me around can be so hot. “Yes, angel, I understand.”
“Good boy,” she murmurs, causing a moan to fall from my lips. I wasn’t aware that she knew I had a praise kink.
She laughs, hips never stopping their movements as she rides me slowly and leisurely. “Tyson told me you’d like that. I think I do too. I like having you under my control to do with as I please. I bet it would be even better if you were tied up.”
I whimper, imagining just that. I’d be completely at her mercy. And if the others were there? River could be tied up beside me while the others did with us as they pleased.
My cock jerks, pulling a moan from Aaliyah. “Obviously, you like that idea. Were you imagining something in particular?”
I nod, eyes falling shut. “Me and River tied up while the rest of you did whatever you wanted to us.”
“Oh, I do like the sound of that. I wouldn’t even mind being tied up with the two of you. We’ll have to explore that later. Right now, all I want you focused on is me and how I’m making you feel.”
“Okay, angel.”
“Open your eyes, lover boy.”
They pop open on command, and I find her staring at me. I lose myself in her eyes as she speeds up. There’s something to be said for staring into your lover’s eyes while you make love. People might joke about these kinds of connections, but I feel it deep in my soul—Aaliyah was always meant to be mine, and I hers.
As her speed picks up, my eyes end up dropping to her boobs, unable to look away from the movement. I wish she hadn’t told me I couldn’t use my mouth on her because I want to close my lips around her nipple and suck until she comes undone.
“Don’t even think about it, Reid,” she barks, and when I lift my eyes to hers, she’s glaring. “Don’t think I can’t tell what you want to do right now. No touching.”
With that, she slides up until the tip of my cock is the only thing inside her and then drops down so hard the sounds of our skin slapping together sounds out through the room. My hips flex as she moans, both of us enjoying this harder fucking.
A smirk paints Aaliyah’s lips once more, my fingers digging into the armrests as she continues with this pace. I know she told me to sit back and relax, but I can’t. I can continue to keep my hands and mouth to myself, but there’s no stopping me as I begin to fuck up into her, meeting her with each move of her hips.
I can feel my orgasm running at me full speed now, whereas before, it was just a gradual thing. I could ask her to slow it down, but I don’t want to. It feels too damn good.
“Fuck. I’m so close. Tell me you’re close,” I grind out as I continue to plow into her from below.
“So close,” she pants, one of her hands coming around to rub her clit as she leans back so I can see.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her. “I don’t want to come before you. Come for me, please?”
It’s like my words are all she needed, her cunt clamping down on me as she screams out my name. Rather than fight my body and hers, I let myself go. I press into her twice more before my cock jerks and fills her with my cum.
“So good,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close as I bury my face in her neck.
She hums. “I’m going to let it go this time, lover boy, but I didn’t give you permission to touch me yet.”
Fuck.
I was so lost in my pleasure that I forgot her command. Pulling back, I grimace. “I’m sorry, angel. You can punish me later if you so desire.”
“No. I think I can forgive it this time.” She leans in to kiss me. “Do you feel relaxed now?”
I nod, eyes feeling heavy.
“Good. Do you want to try to sleep now?”
“Yeah, I think I finally can.”
She kisses me once more before standing, glancing down as my cum runs down her leg. “Why don’t you head up and cuddle with the others? I’m just going to make a quick stop in the bathroom to clean up.”
I push to my feet, pressing a kiss to her forehead as I straighten my pants. “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” she murmurs before freezing.
Not wanting her to feel any more uncomfortable than she already does, I step around her and head for the stairs with a smile on my face. I’d just had an amazing orgasm, and Aaliyah had told me she loved me. It might have freaked her out, but that’s okay. I know she’ll tell me again when she’s ready, and knowing that she loves me relaxes me more than an orgasm ever could.
I’m out the moment my head hits the pillow, one last thought flashing through me—I never told Aaliyah what I learned.