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Solitude was a choice for Chalchi, a simple and functional way of life. Having no emotional attachment to anyone other than her children was much easier. Loving someone could become so tiring, a sacrifice she had already made once, and so she tried not to make again. Time and distance may have dimmed the flame of her first love, but deep down, she knew her heart still belonged to Kriel's father.
Maybe that was the reason behind her tendency to keep her distance and avoid any possibility of romance and even sex. She didn't want to get over all that pain and love she had learned in her life.
But just trying to avoid it didn't always work. Not when there was a murderous stalker frequently showing up at her house, out of the blue, who also happened to be the father of her daughter. To make things worse, the man was unconventionally attractive. Very so. It wasn't fair.
At least Chalchi got a few moments of peace and quiet while her children slept and she allowed herself to let go of her worries for a while. She planned to sleep for a few hours, enjoy her solitude and finally relax, and...
As she headed to lock the metal door of her room, she noticed with her peripheral vision a dark silhouette in the corner next to the door. She slowly turned her head towards the silhouette, confirming that it was, in fact, Zone there. She stared at him in silence without showing any expression while the creature just stared back at her with those frighteningly dark and bright eyes at the same time.
Yes, it seems that Chalchi has claimed victory before her time.
Letting out an impatient sigh, she turned her attention to the door lock wheel, turning it with her strong hands until she finally heard the sound of the lock.
"Inferior creature," the superior voice interrupted the silence of the room.
The woman rolled her eyes, but said nothing. Even though Zone's existence deeply irritated her, Chalchi had gotten used to Zone insulting her and invading the rooms she was in without the slightest consideration. She realized that it didn't matter what she said or did, all she could do was accept and ignore the man. It was difficult, sometimes, but not impossible.
Chalchi made no effort to even acknowledge Zone's presence there, deciding to just turn her back on him and walk until she stopped in front of her bed, where she slowly stretched her body with her eyes closed. When she felt it was enough, she turned to look for him again, seeing Zone walking around her room and observing everything with his usual disdain. Until, finally, he stopped in front of Chalchi.
There was no need to look down on the woman so much, since the height difference between them was only a few centimeters, but Zone didn't care about that. He was superior, after all, so he should never lower his gaze to any other being who didn't deserve it. And no one did.
"What do you want?" Chalchi asked quietly, her tone indifferent as she began to undo the knot of the sash tied around her waist, intending to take off the fabric she used as clothing. The woman had the habit of sleeping naked every night.
Zone remained silent, motionless, just watching carefully every move the woman made.
After finally undoing the knot, Chalchi threw the sash on one of the tables in the corner of the room as usual, leaving only the tattered fabric to take off. When she then grabbed the fabric, about to open it and remove it, she remembered that she was not alone.
Her gaze rose until she found Zone's staring back at her, but this time, there was something different about him, something that Chalchi could not identify. It was as if he wanted to see, having a slight expectation of something. In the air, a palpable tension, as if something delicate and hidden had been broken on that peculiar night.
"If you wanted to see me naked so much," she interrupted the silence of the moment with sarcastic words, but spoken in a completely serious way. "You just had to ask."
She didn't expect him to answer; she knew he wouldn't.
So, ignoring the obvious danger signs of the situation as a whole, the woman kept her gaze on Zone – to show that he didn't intimidate her and that she wasn't ashamed of herself at all – and then began to open the fabric that finally exposed her naked body under the dim light of the room.
Zone took a step closer, still carrying his predatory aura with him. His gaze – which was frighteningly focused on Chalchi's body that he saw in its entirety for the first time – had intentions that not even the most observant of men could say with absolute certainty. Perhaps not even Zone himself knew exactly what was happening at that moment. He simply extended one of his hands, holding Chalchi's face by the chin in a strangely delicate act, locking eyes with the woman again.
Chalchi didn't back away. She kept her expression impassive, now having an unusual glow in her eyes. A carnal desire hidden behind pride, let out only by her defiant posture.
And Zone enjoyed a challenge sometimes.
With calculated slowness, the man pulled Chalchi's face closer, stopping only when their lips were about to touch. He remained like that for a moment, still looking into the woman's sunset-colored eyes, waiting for any warning, any sign to stop. However, he only saw curiosity and a bit of surprise, as if Chalchi also wanted to see where this would all end.
With nothing but some useless and unnecessary sense of morality to stop him, Zone finally made the space between them disappear, closing his eyes and kissing Chalchi with such intensity that the woman felt he was trying to consume her.
Zone's infamous "kiss of death" always literally consumed his victims, leaving only blood and other gory things behind. In fact, that was exactly what should have happened to Chalchi. But it didn't. Once again, yet another thing about Zone that didn't seem to affect Chalchi, proving his doubts that the woman was, for some inexplicable reason, immune to the effects he normally had on everyone. This had intrigued him ever since his suspicions had arisen, wanting to know how far that limit went. That night, he would find out.
Chalchi, on the other hand, felt the other's tongue enter her mouth, immediately noticing how dry it was, silently giving her the responsibility of making that kiss wet, just like her skin was moist. The woman felt perhaps a little lost, as she had never kissed like a human. But she had watched enough soap operas to not remain completely still and without reaction. Soon, she began to use her tongue too, placing both hands to hold the back of Zone's neck and deepen the kiss even more.
Understanding the gesture as permission to move forward, Zone used his arms to wrap around Chalchi's waist, bringing her closer and pressing their bodies together. His cold hands, strangely, began to caress the woman's bare back, finally having the freedom to feel her exotic skin – smooth and slippery like that of an amphibian that had just emerged from fresh water – without any rush, just for the sake of feeling.
On the other hand, Chalchi's hands became restless, yearning to feel more of what the man had to offer. They explored his body over his clothes, noticing a certain lack of heat even under the layers of fabric. Impatiently, she looked for buttons, zippers, any gap through which she could begin to undress Zone. Finally she found the buttons on his coat, undoing it and trying to take the garment off urgently.
Zone helped her remove the coat completely, letting the clothes fall to his feet. He didn't usually expose his body at these times – not because of insecurity, he assured – but he let the woman do it, undressing him until only his pants were left.
When Chalchi could finally feel the man's torso against hers, she felt a shiver run through her entire body. He was cold. Very cold. Colder than she was. It was extremely counterintuitive that Chalchi, who always needed warmth, her own biological fate, felt so physically attracted to Zone at that moment. No matter what, she would endure the cold she felt. For him, she would survive.
Zone realized that Chalchi took much longer than a human to lose her breath. At no point did they break the kiss, and the woman seemed like she wouldn't break it any time soon. Until the man decided to take a few steps forward, forcing Chalchi to walk backwards until she reached the bed, where he pushed her not violently, but not so gently either, thus breaking the kiss somewhat suddenly.
She fell onto the mattress and Zone followed her, using his hands for support and leaning over her, positioning his knees in the gap between Chalchi's legs. His eyes remained focused on hers, no longer asking for permission, but asserting possession, even if momentarily. The woman stared back at him, still with that defiant expressionless face she usually wore. Without looking away, Zone slowly brought his lips to the gap between Chalchi's breasts and then went down, passing through her soft belly until he reached his final destination. His firm hands gripped her thighs tightly, separating them even further as he positioned his mouth better for the meal.
Before continuing, the man took one last look at Chalchi, seeing that she showed no hesitation in her expression. But her pride certainly shone as if she doubted Zone at that moment.
Finally, he leaned his face further and sank his mouth into Charlie's vulva, licking her wet entrance to capture the transparent substance and bringing it to her clitoris, where he then used it as lubricant - beginning a slow and precise session of licking and sucking. If Zone were capable of tasting, he would notice that Chalchi tasted similar to that pure, mineral and cold water that flows straight from mountain springs, the kind capable of quenching any thirst with a single sip.
Even though Chalchi tried not to react, not to show herself vulnerable to anything, Zone's skills with his tongue made her close her eyes and tilt her head back as the man slowly devoured her. She wouldn't dare to make any sound, but her breathing was already almost noticeably out of whack.
After several minutes like that, with only wet sounds echoing through the silent room, Chalchi felt that her orgasm was very close, and her body reacted accordingly. She squeezed her eyes tighter, digging her claws into the mattress to prepare herself for the inevitable. It was what she wanted, but that wasn't what happened.
Zone stopped suddenly, lifting his face with wet lips, looking at Chalchi again. This made the woman open her eyes too and raise her torso slightly, frowning in confusion as she stared at the man's face between her legs.
"Why...?" her whisper sounded frustrated, maybe even disappointed.
What Zone was doing was torture, it could only be. He was taking revenge on her for everything that had happened.
However, Zone remained calm and indifferent as he admired Chalchi's intimacy. He was savoring the way he had finally broken the woman's proud face. How he had made her expect something more or need him at that moment. But, even though he was so naturally cruel, he had his own needs to satisfy.
So, Zone quickly took off his boots using his own feet, then raised his body to be face to face with Chalchi again, supporting himself with one hand while the other unbuckled his belt and loosened his pants, staring at the woman as he did so. Even though Chalchi tried to hide it, Zone could see in her the expectation, the need to have him, even the curiosity in her eyes.
Soon, the man lowered his pants just enough to let his hardened member free, then positioned himself at Chalchi's entrance. Then, without warning, he slowly penetrated her, going all the way.
There was no moan or relief. Only the silence that hung between them as they stared at each other with so little emotion, despite the intensity of that moment.
Zone began to move against Chalchi, replacing the silence with the muffled and constant sounds of skin against skin, finally making the woman sigh and lie completely flat on the bed once more, closing her eyes. Zone's hands grabbed Chalchi's soft hips, pulling her against him with each deep thrust. Such movements made the woman feel light and pleasurable internal shocks.
The man bent over and hovered over Chalchi again; his long, black hair fell around her face like a dark curtain. Zone saw the woman open her eyes to look at him with a still defiant expression, but one that was gradually losing itself along with the control she still had over herself. As a response to this, without interrupting the thrusts, Zone brought one of his hands to hold Chalchi's throat, squeezing it as if he wanted to kill her right there. By instinct, that was what he wanted. It was something he had tried more than once before, only to be frustrated by the “daughter” they had in common. But being rational, he no longer had any reason to do so, strange as it might be.
Furthermore, when observing how Chalchi reacted to the aggressive gesture, Zone noticed that she showed no signs of fear or hesitation. Quite the contrary, she bit her lower lip (Zone wondered how she did this without piercing or cutting herself, given the woman’s dangerously sharp teeth) and her expression seemed to be one of enjoyment, wanting more. She liked it. Chalchi liked being choked.
But of course. Zone should have imagined it.
Moans disguised as muffled sighs began to escape Chalchi's lips as the man increased his speed, seeming to seek an unreachable depth as he sank into the woman. She arched her back, allowing herself a more pleasurable angle for penetration, soon grabbing Zone's forearm, whose hand was still squeezing her throat. Chalchi's other hand held Zone's shoulder, seeking support at that moment.
Allowing himself to reach his own pleasure faster, Zone decided to speed up Chalchi's. The hand that had previously been on the woman's neck slid between their bodies, finding her clitoris once again, where he began to rub it with his thumb in a fast and intense rhythm, mirroring his constant thrusts.
A few more minutes like this and Zone could soon feel Chalchi tense against him, watching everything attentively as he saw her tilt her head back with her eyes tightly closed and biting her lip to contain a moan. But Zone didn't stop his finger or the aggressive movements of his hips against hers. He tried to prolong it, to sustain it for Chalchi until the movements became almost unbearable to bear, so the woman had to take Zone's hand away before she started having spasms due to the momentary overstimulation caused by the orgasm.
"...Fuck." Chalchi murmured softly, incredibly still having a firm voice despite everything.
When she finally opened her eyes, she stared at Zone with accelerated breathing. Looking at him, it was impossible to say for sure what that expressionless and supernatural face showed, but Chalchi felt that he seemed satisfied. With what, she didn't know.
As she watched Zone continue to penetrate her for his own pleasure, Chalchi still felt the waves of pleasure that diluted as her body relaxed completely after such overwhelming climax. When was the last time she felt something so intense like that? Many decades. And it was with Atlas. But Chalchi, at that moment, did not let herself be carried away by the past and the memories of her former love. If she did, she would be invaded by the guilt that she still carried within her. She allowed herself to forget for a brief moment that it was Zone who had just satisfied her, dominated her, distracted her from her worries.
Without thinking much, Chalchi grabbed Zone's face and brought it to hers, closing her eyes and kissing him warmly while letting him use her body as he wished to achieve his goal. He kissed her back with the same intensity, then felt the woman's hands go down to his neck and then to his back, where they began to caress his skin.
It wasn't long before Chalchi felt Zone's movements suddenly a little faster and more unbridled, almost clumsy. Then the man groaned into her mouth, making Chalchi feel the vibrations of the sound against her tongue. Everything indicated that Zone had finally come, but he didn't stop. His movements continued, weaker and more incoherent, as if he didn't want to stop. As if he wanted more.
When he seemed to get tired, Zone raised his head to look at Chalchi in absolute silence. She seemed calm, satisfied and even curious. They remained like that for long seconds, as if they wanted to understand something they couldn't even name.
Perhaps surprising even himself, Zone slid a hand through the woman's "hair", the touch strangely gentle in light of the previous moment's intensity. Chalchi showed no discomfort, allowing the man to make such an unusual gesture. But what was normal that night, after all?
Suddenly, without warning, Zone stood up, pulling up his pants again and then moving to sit on the edge of the bed with his back to Chalchi, possessing the same predatory calm as always. The woman also sat down, watching him put on his boots, now able to pay more attention to him without all that euphoria from before.
Her attentive eyes watched Zone's back. With each small gesture, as he bent slightly, his long dark hair flowed, revealing parts of his skin normally hidden. It was then that Chalchi noticed something.
There were spots there. Darker areas, perhaps even completely black, that did not look like simple scars or birthmarks. Driven by her natural curiosity, Chalchi crept closer, until she could observe more closely, bringing one of her hands to one of the dark parts of Zone's back.
Zone, who was finishing putting on the second boot, froze at the same instant. Chalchi even felt the urge to step back, to take her hand off that unusual skin... but she couldn't. It was as if something was holding her there, and wanted to pull her away.
Zone broke the silence with a low, almost imperceptible sigh, and finished putting on the boot with a mechanical gesture. Then, he stood up slowly, without looking at her, his hair falling down his back again. Chalchi remained still as he looked at him, still feeling the urge to touch the skin again.
With quick and cold movements, Zone picked up the blouses and coat that were thrown on the floor. He dressed himself without haste, as if he were closing himself in again after having left a simple gap open. And then he walked to the door, turning the lock wheel with precision.
He left without saying a word, without even looking at the woman, as if the night had never happened. Chalchi had expected such coldness.
When he closed the metal door, Zone ended up coming face to face with one of Chalchi's sons, the recently adopted Tez, who was standing in the hallway with a glass of water in his hand.
The young man's gaze alternated between the door and Zone with such disbelief and confusion that it would be funny to anyone other than him, but Zone didn't care much about his existence. The man simply walked past the boy and disappeared like a shadow into the night.