Page 44 of The House of Whispers

Seeing the eyes of strangers watch us made me want something else. “Wait,” I shouted to him. Chesmu slowed, remaining inside as he breathed heavily. Before he could speak, I looked over my shoulder and grinned, “I want you to look into my eyes as you take me.” He smiled back, slowly pulling from inside me, dropping from my core. I gasped at the release, upset with myself for asking him to stop but ready for more. I quickly turned around to face him, kicking my pants from my legs as I stared at him, fully hardened and ready for me. I grew wetter just seeing him there in all his beauty.

Chesmu stepped forward, gripping my neck with restraint as my hands grabbed the window sill behind me. His other hand moved my legs apart as he slowly re-entered my body. Even after everything, I still struggled for him to squeeze inside, gasping as he did so.

My legs instinctively wrapped around him as he pushed deep, grabbing my backside and setting me onto the window sill. I was fully seated in the window, my back against the thick, cold glass as he thrust into me. He didn’t hold back, using all his strength as he moved back and forth. His hand remained on my throat, tightening as our eyes stayed locked on one another. I couldn’t contain my gasps as a boiling fire slowly burned inside me, growing with each stroke of him moving back and forth inside me. Chesmu, too, struggled to contain his voice as he began to roar.

The sound of him as he squeezed my neck harder pushed me over the edge as he burst inside me. He didn’t stop but instead pushed harder as he came, moaning as he stared into my eyes, my moans echoing his as I followed shortly behind him. My hands gripped his arm holding my neck, as my head rested against the foggy glass, screaming as I soaked him completely, my back arched to the window, hurting my spine which only added to my pleasure.

Chesmu slowed his pace as he breathed heavily, sweat covering both our bodies. He released my neck to grab my face as he leaned down and kissed me. My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him back into me as he lifted me and carried me to the bed.

He gently placed me down, rolling until he was above me. He sweetly removed my legs and let them rest on the bed. They shook and ached after everything. Chesmu could see my body flinching, smiling as he slowly pulled from within me. I moaned, twitching as he left my body. “Don’t worry, Casper,” he kissed me again, his mouth staying close to mine, “we have the rest of our lives to devour one another.”

Hearing that he still wanted me—for eternity no less—made my heart bloom in a new way.

“Stay with me.” I begged softly. The way Chesmu made me feel, I didn’t want that to go away. Ever.

Chesmu stroked my face, moving my hair. “There is not a single force in this world that can keep me from you. You are mine.”

And you are mine.

Chesmu had stayed with me, laying in my bed as we exchanged sweet kisses and conversed. Time passed too quickly as the sky began to darken. I snapped my fingers, igniting a few candles around the room in a purple light.

Chesmu smirked, kissing my forward as I lay sprawled across his naked body. “Not going to lie, that,” he pointed around the room, “is quite useful.” I smiled back, raising my pointer and middle finger up as two single violet flames emerged from my fingertips.

“I remember being ashamed of my magik.” Chesmu studied my face as I looked into the flame of my power. “In Bedeville, there aren’t many hexers. Dwimmers, yes, but not hexers. Most of us are hunted down for possessing dark magik. Magik we were born with and didn’t ask for.” I rubbed my thumb into my fingers, sending small sparkles into the air. The magik resembled tiny constellations as they floated above us creating our own personal night sky. “You see,” I looked at Chesmu as he watched me, “Others love to point the blame of the world on things they do not know. Fear things that aren’t the same as them.” My palm opened as a larger flame emerged. “Not much is known about hexer magik, therefore, we are blamed for much; they punish us for things out of our control. They personally love hunting us down and burning us at the stake.” My eyes fell dark. “Others love watching the fire change colors as our magik bleeds into the flames as they erase us. They smile and gawk as though it was all a spectacle and not a slaughter.” My magik grew, burning brighter at the sick practice of hexers burning.

Chesmu reached his hand up, his fingers moving inside my magik, unfazed by it. “Is that why Chepi saved you?”

“Madame Chepi didn’t know of my magik until after I devoted myself to her. She knew I possessed some form of magik,” I pointed to my glowing eyes, “but it wasn’t until later that she discovered it was dark magik. But once she did, there was no escaping the exploitation of it.” My power settled, forming more stars as they floated to the purple sky still glistening above us.

Chesmu’s hand looped with mine as my magik turned to a glow. “If Chepi took you in, then that must mean you were alone. What happened to your family?”

I laid my head across his chest as we both watched the stars above us burn bright. “My mother was a hexer.” Chesmu’s hand softly glided up my spine as I spoke. “The townspeople turned her in when I was a child. My father had hurt her, something he did quite often, and she finally had enough.” I fell quiet remembering the trauma of my childhood. “She killed him with her magik.” The statement whispered from my red lips. I twisted my head, my eyes meeting Chesmu’s. “Right in front of me. I remember him falling to my feet, staring into my eyes as his life faded away. My mother knew what they would do here when they found out, caring more about my well being than her own. She snuck me out the back of our home as the neighbors heard the commotion and demanded entry into the home. I remember crying, begging my mother to join me. She gave her life to give me a chance. It was then that I knew I had to be strong to survive this world.”

I felt a tear forming as Chesmu moved, sitting up as he cupped my face. “Youarestrong.”

I scoffed lightly. “I don’t feel strong.”

Chesmu’s expression hardened as he held my face firm. “I have crossed paths with a few hexers since landing in this world,” he refused to let me go, “and you, Casper, are the most beautiful and powerful hexer I have ever met.” A single tear dropped from my eye onto his hand. “Whatever demon is haunting your mind, cast it out. You are a wild spirit full of chaos. This world doesn’t deserve you.” He kissed me fiercely.

If only you knew what demon truly did haunt me.

Chesmu and I had begun dressing for work, the sun fully absent from the sky and replaced by the moon. I buckled the harness for my knife as I sheathed my blade. “What happened this morning?” I asked, my leg bent along the edge of the bed as I stood. Chesmu was sitting, fully dressed, minus a shirt like always. He had tied his hair atop his head as stray stands dangled along his cheek bones.

He sighed, leaning near me as his hand glided up my leg and began to tighten the harness for me. “I knew you would ask.” He pulled the leather strap, a small wave of excitement shooting up my thigh as he repeated the motion. “Chepi didn’t want you knowing,” he stopped, his hand still firm against my thigh as he looked up at me, “she doesn’t trust you.”

The statement didn’t surprise me.

I lowered my legs and sat next to him as I laced my boots. “It’s sad really,” I pulled the laces tight with anger, “you devote yourself to a person and their house,” I yanked on the laces hard, “twice,” another pull, “and they still do not trust you.” The brands along my chest ached as I felt Madame Chepi’s distasteful words repeating in my mind, stinging me all over.

“Casper,” Chesmu leaned over and brushed my back as I shoved my hands into my weathered gloves. “I trust you. Which is why I’m telling you this in spite of Chepi’s wishes.” He moved his hands to his face, leaning over as he sighed, speaking low. “I believe The Ripper struck again.”

My heart sank hearing what I had already suspected.

“Except this time, he claimed two of the Whisps.”

Two? Jakkal usually only claims one…

“I found them this morning as I was gathering everyone to the parlor for Chepi’s announcement.” His head hung low as he seemed obviously disturbed by what he saw. I scooted closer, rubbing his back. “He slaughtered them. He didn’t just take their lives, he destroyed their souls. Their wings were ripped from their bodies and torn like paper. One of the Whisps had her eyes removed and the other was missing her tongue.”

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