9. Nephilim King Strikes Again #2
“I’m not saying this to hurt you, Han,” Zenith continues beseechingly, his voice gravelly. Agonized. “But I never imagined you’d distance yourself from me. That I wouldn’t see your face first thing every morning. That you’d willingly ignore Zahara.”
Ispahan’s eyes glaze over and he abruptly gets up from the divan. He gathers both Zenith and Zahara into his arms, crushing them into a tight hug. “I love you both too!” He howls.
And we’re back in business!
Ispahan holds them tightly to his wide chest, their feet dangling in the air. Both Zahara and Zenith stare at me over his wide shoulders, completely dumbfounded.
Time to step in.
“Why don’t you take a seat, Ispahan? I can hear their bones rubbing together with you squeezing them so hard.” I tease.
“Oh no! I’m crushing the baby!” Ispahan panics and hastily sits down, with Zahara and Zenith’s butts parked on his tree-trunk thighs.
“You still love me? After all this time?” Zahara hiccups. Ispahan nods vigorously.
“Then why, Han? Why haven’t you been spending time with me?”
“I thought you both didn’t need me anymore. Didn’t care about me.” Ispahan glares balefully at Zenith, who’s probably yet to recover from being squeezed like a lemon.
“You had all but forgotten me! I’m happy that we’re having a baby, Hara. But I feel like an outsider in our marriage. Every time I think of touching you, you turn green and run away, and then Zenny rushes after you inside your cocoon. What do you expect me to do?” Ispahan rants frustratedly.
“Because I’m nauseous all the time, Han!” Zahara cries. “This baby keeps fluttering about ALL THROUGHOUT THE DAY! The only time I feel better is during the afternoon and that’s when you’re away doing heaven knows what.”
“I’ve a kingdom to run, Hara. And I need to constantly keep an eye on the border unrest. I’m not out fucking others as you are trying to imply!” Ispahan yells and Zahara’s lips start trembling.
I loudly clear my throat to get him to calm down, and it works until Zenith says caustically, “Well you certainly don’t let me fuck you anymore, so who knows!”
Oooo Ispahan is bottoming? This just got so much more interesting.
“You fuck each other enough! What do you need me for?” He retorts. And Zenith seems to deflate before my eyes. Zahara starts sobbing again.
“Ok, this discussion is not going anywhere.” I intervene, clapping my hands twice to get their attention. “Ispahan, Zahara, and Zenith, you all seem to love each other and the baby, there's no doubt about that. What you need to do is communicate with each other.
“Ispahan has been stressed out due to territory related issues and is using that as an excuse to spend less time with you both, while feeling neglected.
Zahara is horny and wants your attention, Ispahan.
Just fuck her when she isn't feeling nauseous for heaven’s sake!
Zenith is feeling guilty assuming he came between you two.
What he doesn't realize is that he is the bacon to your lettuce and tomato that makes the amazing BLT!”
The trio offer me blank looks.
“Oh, come on! Does no one visit the human realm anymore? They have better snacks there!”
When they shrug, I take a calming breath and continue, “As I was saying, there’s room for everyone in your mate-ship.
Try to be open to each other. Talk about your feelings no matter how inconsequential or inconvenient.
Immortality is only a gift if wonder survives the years, else it’s just ennui waiting to erase our existence. ”
Zenith appears thoughtful. Zahara sniffles quietly and Ispahan looks downright sad.
“I miss you, Han,” Zenith whispers hoarsely. “I can help more with strategic issues besides managing the army. Let me share your burden.”
"I miss you too, Zenny baby." Ispahan strokes Zenith's cheek and he leans into his touch. "I’ll involve you more into state affairs, you’re already managing border watch. Though if we are patrolling together, you must stick to me at all times. It's become too dangerous, and I cannot lose you.”
“You started patrolling solo, Han. Leaving me behind. It’s I who cannot bear to lose you.” Zenith’s smile reflects his inner pain.
Ispahan’s face falls a little and he leans in, placing a kiss to Zenith’s lips that quickly turns passionate.
I fan myself a little and Zahara winks at me. When they come up for air, Zenith appears a little flushed.
Ispahan clears his throat. “Aleiraah suggested matchmaking fairs to appease the salivating neighboring kingdoms. I think it’d be good for trade as well, you can help me plan that too.”
"And as for you Hara, my sweet," He grabs Zahara's chin, turning to face her, "I still am in awe of your beauty. How could you even think I’d find you unpalatable? Unthink it! That's an order!"
Zahara lets out a teary giggle and Ispahan softly kisses her.
“I can’t wait to hold our child, and I’m happy the baby is part-Zenny.
I felt unwanted and acted despicably, but I want our butter-moth.
I want you both. Always. You’ll always be my first love, Hara, but not my only love because my heart gallops for Zenny.
” He rakishly grins at her and I can’t help but smile at his cringeworthy but sweet words.
I’m about to wrap up the session when Zenith grabs hold of Ispahan’s face and crushes their lips together again. Ispahan moans loudly and Zahara watches them with a hungry look full of heat.
Okay then! Time for something quick and dirty?