4. Poor Ms. Taylor
Chapter four
Poor Ms. Taylor
Ione
Athanasius is a brat. He's used to getting his way in every circumstance and having someone obey him with no questions asked.
He keeps making mention of how I am a 'poor avatar,' and 'not like the others.
' Personally, I don't give a shit and it's irritating as hell to know that I've gotten myself into this mess.
"I want to see this world," He announces, striding towards the door. "What new wreckage has been wrought upon this realm? Filthy rabbits mucking it up even more."
"Wait!" Falling over the couch, I do my best to stall him from the door. "Athanasius, you can't go outside."
"Female," He turns slowly. "Never tell me where I may and may not go. I command you, it's best you remember this before my good nature runs short." He scoffs, looking down at me. "You are comely, but don't let that get to your head, you may stir my cocks but my judgement is absolute."
Stir his what? As my mind attempts to grasp why he added the s onto the word cock, Athanasius flings my front door open and walks outside.
Now, at night, late night, this might have been acceptable.
But no, this 6'5", silver-haired, four armed, four eyed, half-naked Primordial with runic symbols covering his body walks down the sidewalk in a tunic!
Let me not forget to mention that I have learned this man has a split tongue and enjoys wagging it at me. He thinks it offends me. My raunchy brain doesn't take it that way.
"Athanasius! Please!" I hiss from the doorway.
What I half expected happens next. A scream, the shrill scream of a frightened old woman. My neighbor, Ms. Taylor. Rushing outside, I see Athy staring at her as she points at him and holds her white poodle in her left arm. The gray one is on its harness barking at Athanasius.
"Ms. Taylor!" I rush outside trying to look as normal as possible. "This is Athy, a friend of mine. He's a movie monster maker. I'm helping him with this new design for a horror film. It's amazing, right?" Grabbing one of Athy's arm, I try to pull him back towards the house.
"Unhand me, rabbit, I told you, I wish to see this world." He doesn't budge.
"That's a costume?" Ms. Taylor doesn't seem convinced, but what's the alternative? Who would believe her?
I nod my head, leaning on Athanasius. "Sure is, it looks so realistic. I told him he outdid himself this time."
"Well," She holds her dog closer. "Certainly gave me a scare."
"I apologize, come on, Athy." He's so much heavier than he looks. Dense as hell, and it isn't until I pinch his thigh that he moves back indoors. As soon as the door is closed behind me, I lose it. "Are you stupid?"
He's ignoring me.
"This world is not like the one you remember!" Rubbing my forehead, I sigh heavily. "Cameras are everywhere. People don't just explain things away as: 'a sign from the gods,' you'll be discovered, and I guarantee you won't like what the government tries to stick in your ass."
Turning around, he shrugs his shoulders. "You act like they could hold me, catch me, hurt me. I am—
Cutting him off I fire back at him what he was going to say. "Beyond them and whatever their feeble minds can think. I know!"
"Don't raise your voice to me, female, remember your place." He snarls. "I grow tired in this form, we will rest and tomorrow, we will explore more."
I can't take this. I have one more week of PTO, what am I supposed to do when I'm at work! I'm in the office 3 days a week. I can't leave him here and expect he'll be ok. I have to come up with some sort of game plan. "Athanasius, can you make yourself look human?"
He yawns sitting down on the bottom stair. "Why would I want to?"
"I need you to fit in. I can explain everything tomorrow, but trust me, it'll make life easier on the both of us. Can you do it?"
He seems intrigued, standing up Athy raises all of his arms above his head. His shoulders pop, as he looks at me with a smile. "Like a human. Yes."
There were no lights, or sounds, or disgusting bone breaking sounds.
No, his arms disappeared into his body, the red eyes closed, but they looked like scar lines on his face.
He closed his black eyes, and when they reopened they were normal except for the blood red irises.
The body tattoos stayed, and his split tongue, but his hair darkened. It was black now, and shorter.
"Better?"
"It works. You just look like some huge muscled goth." Which I hate to admit was very attractive. I don't hate it, he's hot, but I'd never tell him that.
"I don't know what that means, a Visigoth?" He snorts.
"No, forget it." I watch as he stretches again, yawning louder. "There's a bedroom upstairs you can sleep in." I needed to clean up. "Go to sleep, I guess."
"I will wait for you."
As he walked up the stairs, I set my sights on the kitchen and living room. Wiping everything down, vacuuming, a quick dusting. When I finished, I made my way upstairs only to find Athanasius, back in his true form, in my bed, thumbing through my romance novel on my nightstand.
"This isn't the room for you. It's across the hall."
He doesn't look up from the book. "I will sleep here, with you," Looking over the book, I felt like he dared me to challenge him. "An avatar stays close to their primordial. This bed is good. Comfortable."
"It's my bed!" Holding my hands up in exasperation, I slap them on my thighs. "I would know."
"Come to bed, rabbit, you talk too much and exhaust me." He sets the book down before pulling back the covers. That action would be my minds undoing.
I've seen plenty of penises. Countless cocks. But, the DICK on Athanasius put them all to shame. Let me repeat that, because I'm wrong. Not one. Two. He has two dicks. Maybe nine inches in length, at least 3 in width and that's off an eye measurement.
Swallowing hard, I realize that's my last glob of saliva.
My mouth is bone dry. "You know what…" Suddenly my throat feels tight.
Just looking at the rounded head of his package is making my eyebrows raise.
What did he mean by sleep? You know when folks say you can look at an object and your tongue knows what it feels like?
Apply that to the surprises between his legs. "I'll sleep in the other room."
"No," Those shadows return, and I feel them pushing at my back, pressing me closer to the bed. "We sleep together, that's the way we're supposed to be. I will not budge."
"I am not inclined to acquiesce to this." But when the shadows curl around my legs and ass, they lift me off the ground and deposit me next to him. "I don't." I'm trying not to look at his cocks. It's so hard. Not his cocks. The urge to look at them.
In a general way of speaking, I have never seen anything like this, and I want to. I'd love to take a closer look because which one goes where?
"Maybe if you spent more time sleeping and less time looking at my glorious cocks, you'd be less grumpy.
" Reaching forward, he wraps one arm around my waist, pushing my back into the mattress.
"I will not touch you, Ione, you need to be trained.
" He turns so that my back is against his chest and I can feel every piece of him.
"I prefer my rabbits to squeal in joy when I touch them, not swallow hard and wonder if they can take me.
" His mouth touches the shell of my ear.
"You can take me, rabbit, I'm quite sure. "
"Enough," Wiggling from his arms, I head into the bathroom. "I need to wash my face."
Athanasius laughs from the bed. "I will not cover myself, rabbit, get used to it."
Placing my bonnet on my head, I lean down and wash my face quickly, popping on a night moisturizer before heading back into my bedroom. He's still waiting, looking at me with those black eyes, I can feel the red ones scanning my form.
"You're not going to touch me without my permission?"
"It wouldn't be fun for me." His upper arms prop behind his head while the secondary set settle on his stomach.
He's touching himself. Fingers moving through the lines separating his abs, across his waist. Is he trying to entice me?
"When I ask you to remove your clothes, you'll do it because you crave how I make you feel, not out of fear for what happens if you don't."
Scoffing, I sit on the edge of the bed. "Because you're a merciful god?"
His laugh sounds like a bark. "Fuck no," He snatches my arm forcing me to lay next to him. "Because you worship me and your sole purpose is to please me. Now sleep, rabbit."
He forces me onto my side, his chest to my back. I can't sleep, but I listen and wait until his breathing evens out. Both of his left arms are on my body. One on my thigh, the other around my waist. I hate to say it, but I haven't felt like this since…it's been 2 years since I've seen Chris.
Just when I thought to reassess the day, I realize I'm more tired than I thought. The ring is still on my finger, Athanasius, the Veil between Worlds, The Withering, A Harbinger of the Final Silence, is behind me, his lips near the back of my neck—and I fall asleep.