Immortal Desire

The earthy scent of a furnished wooden chair mixed with the stingy smell of blood pervaded the entire place. The windows were closed, no holes to peep in from outside to see what was happening. Under the dim light coming from the torches placed on the corners of the room, a silhouette of a lady, tying someone else on the chair, could be seen.

“Done!” Latina heaved a sigh after the ‘cleaning’ she made. She blew the fires in the room and secured the door.

The youthful lady whistled as she felt the concrete wall in the corridor with her fingers while banging her head from left to right. She raised her arms to a circle in front of her chest and spun around when she came into the living room.

Looking around, a sigh of relief escaped her mouth. “I broke nothing, did I?” she asked herself. “I guess I didn't.”

With a contented grin on her face, she strode to the kitchen. “What a noxious smell,” she spat as she got rid of her gloves, thrusting it inside the bin. Latina poured the lukewarm water into a bowl to rinse off the bloodstains on her face.

“Damn!” she cursed under her breath when she realized how the water turned crimson.

‘Red! Everything’s glowing!’

“SHUT UP!” Latina yelled when her subconscious reminded her of the paint she detests.

“Sweetheart?”

Latina’s body shuddered in glee upon hearing the familiar tone. She fixed her hair before turning around. “Welcome back, Sebastian,” she greeted in a hoarse voice.

The man she called ‘Sebastian’ smirked before patting her on the head. “Were you a good girl?”

Latina tried not to look elsewhere or else she’ll be punished. ‘You were a ‘good girl’, you ‘tidied’ the mansion.’ Latina smiled, agreeing with what her subconscious said. “Hmm. Will you reward me?” She tiptoed with an expectant look in her eyes.

Latina pulled the man’s nape to draw his face closer to hers. “I’ve been waiting for you the whole day,” she mumbled in his ears. She closed her eyes when she felt his grip on her waist. The color of her world went brighter, all praise to the man in front of her. Latina couldn’t delay any longer, without wasting her time, she yanked him for a peck.

“You smell wonderful,” Sebastian said in between kisses.

“Ah!” Latina yelped when Sebastian grabbed her bosom. “I still have my dress on,” she purred.

“Not a problem,” Sebastian muttered and brought her to their chamber.

The place was dim, but Latina could see colors diving inside her head. Hues that only Sebastian could show her. The blue sky came out when she rolled her eyes, and he disrobed her, his bare hand stroking her skin, causing the sky bluer than ever. She chuckled when her back landed on the fluffy cotton bed. It was like when she curled in the garden of full-bloom lavenders and violets. Her mouth opened slightly as she watched him strip on his own. She closed her eyes when he went on top of her, and there she discovered yellow lanterns.

The pressure applied by his weight turned the lanterns to gold. Latina moaned when she opened her eyes, then a grassy field appeared before her, the exact moment when Sebastian licked her nude frame. She could yearn for the field to be plowed soon.

Latina chewed her lips as Sebastian continued to fondle her skin with his tongue. The sensation reminded her of oranges in the orchard, a little sweet and sour.