Ch. 86 – Take Responsibility

Rhys began to undress himself in smooth, methodical motions, letting his soaked, heavy clothes drop to the tiled bathroom floor.

Rhea gasped in sheer, overwhelming excitement, her eyes wide as she looked up at him through the falling spray of the shower. "Rhys... oh god, Rhys," she whimpered, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "I missed you so much. I haven't left this house... I haven't even left this room since we made love days ago and you told me you'd never come back."

Rhys wasn’t in the driver’s seat of his own mind anymore. His conscious ego had retreated into a cold, hollow shell, letting the primal instincts of his alter-ego take complete control. He leaned down, his dark, unblinking eyes locking onto Rhea as the hot water washed over them both.

"You're worrying me, Rhea," he murmured, his voice surprisingly soft yet unnervingly detached. "It isn't healthy to be like this."

Rhea looked up at him with all the boundless, desperate love in her heart, completely unbothered by his distant demeanor. "I was waiting for you, Rhys... even if you were never going to come back ," she confessed, her voice thick with adoration. "I was ready to just sit here and rust away if I could never see you again."

Rhys didn’t know how to feel in that moment. In truth, he didn't feel anything at all. His mind went blank, and his body simply acted. Leaning forward, he captured her lips in a deep, ravenous kiss, pulling her against his bare chest under the cascading water.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, Vespera watched the entire scene unfold with pure glee. With a flick of her leopard-spotted tail, a spark of crimson magical energy ignited a thin, magical cigarette at her lips. She took a slow drag, her slitted amber eyes gleaming through the steam.

Rhys and Rhea kissed fiercely, their breaths mingling with the sound of running water. When Rhys finally pulled up, taking in the full sight of her radiant golden skin glistening in the tub, Rhea’s gaze traced eagerly down his sculpted torso. Noticing how intensely excited his body was getting despite his emotional detachment, she dropped down with devoted eager compliance, taking him deep into her mouth. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes filled with total submission.

A heavy, instinctive groan tore from Rhys’s throat.

Suddenly, slender, delicate hands drifted softly across Rhys’s chest from behind as Vespera stepped into the steaming tub, fully clothing herself in the cascading water. For some strange, terrifying reason, it felt completely natural to Rhys—having both of these women wrapped around him in the warm mist.

Rhea took him deep and smooth, her golden lips working with desperate, practiced affection. Vespera leaned into the back of his neck, purring softly directly into his ear. "I missed my hero, too, you know..." she whispered, her warm breath sending a sharp shiver down his spine.

Rhys gave in entirely to the sensory overload. He began bucking rhythmically into Rhea’s mouth, and she accepted every inch happily, matching his pace with frantic devotion. The wet, rhythmic sounds rose sharply over the steady roar of the shower head.

Vespera giggled in sheer delight at the decadent sight.

I don't even know what is happening anymore... Rhys thought distantly, his mind floating somewhere far above his physical shell. But his body refused to stop, operating on pure, unadulterated sensation.

Rhea grew even more excited, pressing her plush, heavy breasts tightly together around Rhys’s hips to cushion him as he continued to drive into her soft mouth. Her broad, golden lips encased him completely, her tongue working in frantic, desperate swirls.

Behind him, Vespera added to the rhythm, her own hips moving in tight, agonizingly seductive friction against his back. "I missed seeing this side of you, Omen..." she whispered softly, sounding almost wistful. "I was so bored staying away from you... I was actually planning to just sit back and watch if you'd keep up these scandalous affairs with all these neighborhood housewives."

Rhys’s mind went into a sudden, chaotic storm at her words, his physical body involuntarily speeding up, driving into Rhea with sudden, unbridled intensity.

Vespera gasped, a violent shudder wracking her slender frame as the sudden, intense friction of bucking between them sent a wave of pleasure surging through her body. "Mmm... you did so much better than I ever hoped..." she panted, her arms tightening around his chest as she spasmed against his back.

Rhys didn't feel the sudden spike of rage he usually felt whenever Vespera manipulated him. Instead, in the vast, empty void of his mind, a single, horrifying thought floated to the surface: I actually missed you, too.

Terrified by the thought, Rhys completely shut off his mind.

He hit his climax hard, his entire frame tense. Rhea took every drop greedily, her tongue wringing him out completely while her bosom kept pressing against him. The intense act pushed Rhea right over the edge, and she gasped softly around him, leaning her head back against the porcelain tub as the warm water and spent energy washed over her golden skin. Behind him, Vespera let out a breathless moan, her wetness slicking against his back as she shuddered in her own release, her arms locked tightly around Rhys.

Rhys didn't relent right away. Taking a heavy breath, he backed up slightly, allowing Rhea to sit up in the water. As he stepped back, Vespera turned him around and pulled his face down into a long, possessively affectionate French kiss that tasted faintly of sweet magic smoke and rain.

When Rhys finally broke the kiss and pulled back, he looked down at Rhea. She had a peculiar, hesitant look on her face—not displeased at all, but as if she were desperately gathering the courage to confess something massive.

Before Rhea could open her mouth to speak, Vespera shushed her smoothly, raising her leopard-spotted tail to press lightly against Rhea's golden lips.

"All we have to do right now is enjoy this very moment, sweetie," Vespera purred, her eyes fixed on Rhys.

Rhea flushed deeply, turning around in the tub with shy compliance. She looked breathtaking in the dim bathroom light, her broad golden hips and glistening curves looking like a priceless treasure surrounded by a golden field. Looking back over her shoulder at Rhys, Rhea whispered softly, "It's only for you... forever and always."

Vespera leaned right up against Rhys's ear, a coy, predatory smile gracing her lips as her tail flicked lazily through the water.

"This is all your fault, you know," Vespera purred teasingly into his ear. "You need to take responsibility now... Omen."

Rhys stood there in the steaming water, utterly silent. He didn't answer, because he couldn't. In that dark, decadent room, stripping away the house husband persona, he really was exactly what she called him.