I just lay there, blankly staring at the pad.“It is time for you to draw another Kaleidoscope World.”
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She grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. “Damn you. You have a job to do and you will do it. You promised to finish the series so that Cherine would have her own money. You will keep your promise!” With wonder I looked up at her. “Now draw!” she demanded.
I tried. I could not, tore the paper and threw everything away. I was angry with her - and frustrated. Dominique calmly picked everything up, put it on my lap. “Try again.”
This performance was repeated a number of times until I was shaking and crying tears of anger and frustration. She left, for collecting Cherine, with her parting shot. “When I get back with Cher, you better have done something with that to make your little girl happy.”
When they returned I saw the disappointment in her eyes. Cherine however was glowing. She ran to me and hugged me. “I felt you! You were so angry. Thank you Robert, oh thank you, I love you so much.”
The first small worm of wonder grew in me. I glanced over her head at Dominique. Sensitive to me she looked around from where she was collecting the paper and pencils. “Yes damn you, space makes no difference, only your distance from us does. You keep going back to that fucking ‘darkness’ of yours, leaving us alone. How dare you say you love us!”
I felt my first small smile twitching on my face. I pushed Cherine from me so that I could see her face. “You help me? Hand trembles.” I looked at Dommi, “Papers. Pencils, soft, black.” The room became charged with the electricity of their excitement.
With Cherine’s hand on my wrist I drew. I sketched, with just a few lines, the face of a starving, grieving long-haired girl, eyes huge with pain. It was not good, but it managed to speak for me.
They began to cry. Both of them. Despite her shaking from tears, Cherine kept her hand on my wrist as I sketched the little girl who first came to my magical garden. The girl who looked at me with love and delight as we became one. Exhausted I dropped the pad.
“Where…is my…Cherine…baby?”
She hugged me, joy bringing life back to her face. Dominique sat down on the carpet, looking at the two sketches, weeping as if her heart were broken. I managed to raise my hand and Cherine came to me, holding me so tightly it hurt as she proclaimed, “I’m here Robert, I’m here!”
“Not my Cherine. Want her.”
She sat back, her eyes earnest. “It is me Robert. I promise.”
“No. My…Cherine princess, happy. This sick, sad.”
“Not anymore Robert.” They were both laughing and crying and kissing me.
I shut my eyes, but there was no darkness. I tried to feel Cherine in my mind, but there was nothing. Was that what I lost out there, in the void? I rested a while, then told Cherine, “Afraid.”
Dommi asked, “Of what Roberto? We are here.”
“Dying. Not get stronger.”
“No!” they both shouted.
“Yes. No Cherine, no Dommi inside. Dying…help me?”
“Of course my love, anything.”
“You strong…to take me…back?”
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Poor little Cherine tried to be the adult since I obviously was like a child from my fears. “Take you back? Back where? You are with us.” She held my face. “We both love you. You will get stronger, wait and see. Then you will be able to feel me in you. Robert, the link is still there, or else I would have died. Please be brave, for me? For Dommi?”
“No. Take me back, to void.” Their eyes filled with horror, dread, fear.
Dommi was the first to manage to cry out, “Nooo…you belong here with us, not there. Please Roberto don’t do this to Cherine and I.”
“No. Me…lost there. Get back.”
Cherine, her eyes filled with fear, nodded and a calmness came over her. Dominique screamed in terror. “Roberto. What are you trying to do. She cannot take you back there, even if she can, you are too weak. You will die.” She pulled Cherine to her, furiously. “Stop it Roberto, you must stop her. Can’t you see. She is getting ready to go there without you, she also knows it would kill you. She nearly died last time. She is weaker now, she will die. Stop her, please, please.”
“Cherine.”
She did not respond to me and I began to tremble. I screamed, “Cherine. Come back. Don’t you dare! Come back right now!”
She lay limply in Dominique’s arms. A thunder was in my ears. A thunder of fear. Without thinking, I grabbed Dominique’s hand and with the other the little hand of Cherine. My eyes were burning with terror. How could I get to her?
The link. I must find it.
I shut my eyes probing with my mind, trying to visualise the link, to feel it. As I began to feel despair, I suddenly sensed a light and rushed to it. It was the link. I sped up it, into the darkness, the void. I searched for her, for the warm mist of light. Finally I sensed her ahead and rushing, I gathered her into me. Without a glance for the void, without any fear, I headed for home.
I shuddered and opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Dominique, face pale and blood on her lips. Then I realised I was crushing her hand. First I checked her breathing and then Cherine moaned and cried. I quickly let go of her hand.. She opened her eyes and they looked at me in wonder.
“It was you!” Then she became conscious of her hand. “Ow, that hurts” she wailed.
Despite her obvious pain, as we drove to a doctor, Cherine was in extremely high spirits. She hugged me, she ran her good hand over my face, my eyes, lips. If we did not have to be circumspect, I do not doubt she would have been wildly kissing me. As it was, the driver kept glancing in his mirror.
The doctor ordered x-rays. A couple of her bones had tiny fractures, but otherwise there was mostly bruising. When we returned home, she held her bandaged sore hand away from her and standing tiptoe pulled me down and kissed me on the lips. It was not a child’s kiss. She seemed to be burning with a fever. I tried to pick her up, but I still did not have my strength back. I sank onto a sofa and she sat on my lap.
“Why don’t you want to open to me?”
“I can’t. I…no, that is not fair. Whatever else, I must at least always be honest with you. I did try, but I could not. If I tell you, promise not to laugh at me.”
“I know why. You are afraid of me.” I knew that of her life, one of her biggest horrors, is to feel that any person she loves, fears her.
“No Cherry baby. I am not afraid of you. I am afraid of myself. Since this all began I have bumbled my way from crisis to crisis, hurting you, hurting our darling Dominique. We have not even known each other nine months and now, because of me, you do not have your mother and your little heart has suffered pains most adults will never know. Oh god, I do not understand why the two of you still love me. I have been a coward. Every time I made a mistake you blamed yourself and I let you.”
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Dominique sat by me, the warmth of her alongside me, her hand on my leg. She stroked the long hair of Cherine and then spoke as if I were not with them. “We better wash your hair now, we want it clean and shiny before we go to bed. And we don’t want to sit here and listen to a man talking a load of rubbish, do we? We women got better things to do with our time.” Cherine laughed and agreed.
Dommi spoke to me, “Roberto, before we go, we want one thing from you. Give us a report, how are you. I can see you are back, your eyes are alive again and you can talk better, but how well are you?”
I really did not want to answer, so I teased, “You are only asking because you both want to return to your evil ways of sex every night.”
Dominique was her old self. Though Cherine could always tell when I was teasing and would mostly play along, good old Dommi rarely does. She takes everything too seriously.
“I want to know. Are you physically well again? Mentally I have to assume you are, even if you are not open to Cherine yet. I guess that will come and knowing your dirty mind, you will soon be back to sharing from both of us again - joining yourself to our bodies. Explain to me, you were so sick and yet in one second you were strong enough to crush her bones, leap into this thing you call the void and bring back Cherine. How did that happen? How can there be such tremendous change in an instant. Pes mou kai afise ta asteia! (tell me and stop the joking)”
“It was a little as if the need helped me tear apart the cobwebs that were holding me blocked from my own mind. Anyway, why do you ask me? Alki has already told you.”
“When? When Robert?” Cherine piped up.
“At his house, he analysed the three of us. I’m not sure he had it all right, but he did a fairly good job, for he saw some truths I had not.”
Of us all, Cherine has the best memory so I was not surprised when she nodded knowingly. “Remember Dommi, he told us Robert is our protector, our warrior. He said we can always trust him with our safety.” She turned back to me. “He also said something else.”
With a sudden glint in her eye, Dommi said, “He told us your weakness is that you will not defend yourself against us. I think Cherine and I deserve to know, have you put the two of us through hell for over two months just because you were hiding from us?”
I sat stunned by the question, but luckily I did not need to respond. My fierce little cub came to my defence. “How can you say that! You do not know what the void is like.” She shivered. “I never want to go back there again!”
“I do.”
They both looked at me in sudden fear again. Dominique stood up. “If you are going to be doing that sort of thing you can count me out. I would rather leave you now than go through this again.”
“Dommi love, sit down will you? I was not talking about going back now. One day, when we are all a lot stronger. I have to. There is power there. I also believe that is where I will find that thing I call the Kaleidoscope World.”
“You are wrong. It is sitting right here on your lap.” Cherine was so certain of herself, I waited for her to continue, but just like a typical female, she jumped up. “Come Dommi, I’m going to wash my hair. If I don’t he’ll probably waste our whole night trying to lick it clean!” She grinned, “Maybe he was a cat in his previous life.”
Dommi grinned. “More likely a chimpanzee.” That made Cherine laugh.
I slapped her bottom and slowly pushed myself to my feet. “I’m coming with. I need to be with you, I can’t stay here alone. And what is this Cherine? Since when did you steal my pet name for her?” I laughed at her outraged expression. “It’s okay, was just wondering.”
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“Why do you keep calling me that silly name. Cherry-baby. I’m not a cherry and I’m not a baby!”
“You may not be one, but you sure have one. And you are a baby. You are my baby love.”
“What are you talking about. Where do I have a cherry?”
“In my childhood, I don’t know if it is still used, young men called a virgin a cherry, and talked about picking a girl’s cherry.”
“Oh! So you are calling me a virgin baby?”
“If you ever deserved to be called a baby it is now, you have shrunk to half your size. Come on girls, wash and let’s get dressed. We are going out for supper to put some meat on those bones. To tell you the truth, I’m also starving.”
“Have you taken a look at yourself? You are more of a skeleton than Cherine is. Roberto, why are you limping?”
“I’m not in pain. My one leg feels weaker, that’s all. It will go away. Stop being a mother hen and get her ready.”
Cherine stripped to her panties and knelt beside the bath for Dommi to wash her hair. As her lovely long foamy hair hung in the bath I gestured for Dommi to get out of the way. I began by massaging her scalp, the back of her ears, her ears, the nape.
“That feels lovely.” I smiled and kissed the back of her neck, my lips massaging her. She shivered under me.
“Will you do that again tonight?”
I grinned, “Yes.”
Seeing her body so thin had shocked and hurt me. Her tummy was still rounded, but the rest of her was so awfully gaunt.
As I washed her hair I could not help telling her how I felt. “You are a remarkable little creature. I love you so much it hurts…you are also the bravest person I know. Most men would have been too terrified to go into the void, but not you. But I am also very cross with you. There is a difference between bravery and foolhardiness. To go back there just because I had an idea and was moaning like a baby, that was criminally stupid. You would have died there. Think, if you love us, what do you imagine would have happened to us if you had died there? When you risk your life you put us all at risk. If either Dommi or I die, the two left can carry on, but you die and we all die. Enough said about it now. Just never do it again. If I get another stupid idea, next time argue with me and only go ahead if I convince you I am right, don’t just go ahead because I’m feeling weak and selfish. Understood?”
“I had to go, I need all of you back. I feel like only half of me is here. Robert I ...” and she began to weep.
“I know my love. Remember, I feel the same as you do. Perhaps worse. At least you are aware of the link, you can pick up my emotions. I feel nothing. I have been thoroughly amputated. After living with the glory of being a part of your sweet heart and soul, I am not even half alive without you. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope that it is only my fear which is responsible for the block and I will soon be able to return to you.”
She swung around, dripping water and hugged me. “You really think so? Oh please say yes.”
I laughed with a joy in me that she must have felt. “Oh yes my baby. I do.”
Dommi quietly left the room. I looked at Cherine and she explained to me, “Don’t worry she is not unhappy. She is too happy.”
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We came out as Dommi was putting down the phone. She just turned away without explaining and went to dress. Being thoroughly wet I also changed. The little minxes timed it perfectly. As I stripped they came to me, both just about nude and hugged me, pressing every inch of their warm flesh against mine. We stood silent, all drinking in the sensations, the delicious warmth. Without a word, just a glow, we all started dressing again. I could feel myself semi-swollen and aching for them. I read somewhere that a bout of lovemaking boosts our immune system and awakens our metabolism. I could only hope that being aroused would also stimulate my body so that I can love my girls.
Chapter Nineteen
Dommi insisted on going to a taverna of her choice, not the closest one to our apartment. We had hardly got our table when Dommi whispered to me, “Pretend to be like you were this morning.”
“Ah, koritsia mou. Good to see you decided to eat for a change.” Soon as I heard the voice I knew what she was up to. I sat looking blank. Alki kissed the girls, not that Cherine let him get away with just that. She had to get up on the chair and hug him. His wide grin faded as he looked at me. Not noticing that Cherine was jumping up and down in her excitement, he came over to me. I slowly, blankly stood up. He looked pleased.
“Getting better Roberto mou? You make me happy.” As he started to hug, I grabbed him and kissed his cheek.
“Yes thank you pappou.” I teased.
The girls were clinging to him, babbling and I stood back to look at my family, pride and joy choking me.
“When did this happen. How?” he stuttered. I was not going to compete against two females and let them tell him. Cherine showed him her hurt hand. Tenderly he kissed it.
When I was given my turn, I tried to explain what had happened. Told him openly about my continuing problems, though I pointed out to him they do not matter. What matters, the only thing that matters is that I regain my ability to be one with my loves. He understood my need and promised me I will.
“I’m not sure. If it is just an unconscious fear that I will screw up again, I think I will be able to. If however I burnt out, then it means that part of my brain or mind is gone, lost to me. We will have to wait and see, what we do now though, is feed up these two gorgeous beauties of ours.”
As we ate, talked and joked, all in high spirits, Dommi apologised for playing the trick on him. “We were so happy, Cher and I, we just had to share it with you. I also did not want you to spend another night worrying for nothing. Sorry we gave you a shock though, that was an anosto joke to play on you.”
He waved away her apology. “I am very proud and happy to be invited here. I am sure you three really wanted to be alone tonight.”
Dommi said, “It never crossed our minds. Without you here tonight, we would not have been complete.”
“We will be later, pappou.” Cherine piped in, a naughty look on her face, making us laugh, but Alki blushed. He bowed his head and Cherine took his hand. I knew exactly how he felt, I feel the same every time I looked at my two angels. When he finally looked up, he had regained control of his emotions.
“Roberto, please you must indulge an old man. Come with me to my doctor tomorrow. I want him to examine you. Just to set an old man’s heart at rest.”
“Not a bad idea. What do we tell him?”
“Not a problem, I’ll think of something.” He suddenly laughed. “We tell him your lover left you and you have let yourself get run down. Nai?”
“Yes. We tell him how much I loved her, them, and the cruel hussies abandoned me, heartlessly.”
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Cherine glowered at me. “I owe you one. Just wait until we get home.”
I pretended terror, “Alki can I come and sleep at your house tonight?”
As we drove home I told Dommi that she can sleep in the next morning, I want to take Cherine to school. She offered to help her dress and get her breakfast, but I refused. I want to do everything. I told them they’ve had time to get used to our new circumstances, but for me it is still novel. To have my Cherine sleep with us and wake with us is still a miracle.
“I can’t go to school tomorrow.” She raised her sore hand. “I can’t write.”
“Try that one on someone else. I’ve not had that much wine, you are left handed. I want to have a brilliant, educated wife one day, not some stupid lazy slob.”
“I can’t marry you. Ever.”
“And why not, you are my fiancé.”
“What about Dommi?”
The crazy day and the wine I’d drunk, it did something strange to my mind. “But I will be married to you both. I’m going to marry you both this next Sunday.” I joked. The driver must have understood English, for he turned and gave me a strange look. I smiled at him and he grinned. It had just slipped out, and suddenly was a decision I had not even known I was making, but it felt right. My girls were puzzled, but they were also being consumed by an excitement they could hardly contain. As I paid off the driver he whispered, “Good luck.” Laughing, and not because of any special tip, he drove away.
We waited for Cherine to unlock. Soon as we were inside they threw themselves at me, their voices demanding, eager. They were both going at me, questioning at the same time, till I threw up my hands and told them maybe I will tell them tomorrow, or, if they are good girls, later on tonight. For one of those rare times, Dommi showed her sense of humour. She took hold of Cherine’s hand and led her to a seat.
“Cherine, sit down. It is time I explain one of the facts of life. You are old enough and it is important you learn this.” They sat and she very earnestly explained. “The world is full of terrible men. They will do anything to get into a woman’s panties. One of the dirtiest tricks they will play is to pretend they are going to marry you. They fill your head with stories of how much they love you, assert they will always love you, but once they get what they want, poof, they are gone, their undying love for you forgotten. So, never say yes until you’ve been taken to the church.”
Cherine was not being a good actress, grinning as she asked, “Okay. Must he sleep on the couch then?”
“I think so, at least until he has explained himself. We have to make sure his intentions are pure.”
Enjoying their game I began to play along, hamming it up, pleading, promising them all kind of crazy things if they would only let me go to bed with them. Finally I capitulated and told them what I was hoping and planning to do, as I had meant to anyway (except that this way was more fun).
But, before I could tell them what I planned, Dommi spoke. “Robert, this must be the craziest idea you’ve ever had and I can’t believe I’m siding with Cherine and taking the idea seriously, like a child! Cherine, to tell the truth, once I realised Robert is serious about this idea, my first reaction was to call for an ambulance to take Robert to an asylum. I mean, if he said, let’s do this when Cherine is fifteen, I probably would have considered the idea without feeling it is crazy, because the two of us marrying Robert makes sense to me, we three do belong together. But, for us to marry each other while you are still a child!? It is crazy!” She shook her head.
“I know you are not really a child, but what I feel is also because of what my eyes see. Anyway, while we were teasing Robert and making jokes about it, I suddenly realised that if marrying each other makes sense when you are older, then, what is different about marrying now? Are even one of us any less dedicated to the family we already are, than we will be then? I then had to acknowledge that of the three of us, it just might be that you, Cherine, are the one who is the most mature and ready to be married - with Robert the least…I hope. I’m ready to take getting married very seriously, whatever else those who love us and the world may think of us. Roberto, how were you thinking of doing it?”
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“Dommi, tomorrow we pick up Cherine from school together. We will go to a jewellery shop and buy our wedding rings. We can tell them we want one for Cherine as she will be our bridesmaid. They’ll see I am a foreigner and will think that must be how we do it. On Sunday, we get Alki and we go to mount Pendeli, just above the houses of Politia. I know of a church there - actually, it is a chapel, a parekklision, I found it some time ago when taking a walk on the mountainside above the houses. It is long abandoned, but still holy ground, I am told.
Cherine, it seems that once a Greek church is built on a piece of ground, even if it is abandoned and the church collapses from disuse, the land the ruins are on remain sanctified, which means it is considered holy ground. There, I am hoping, Alki can marry us in the eyes of God. If for any reason he does not want to perform the wedding rites, we will marry each other.” I suddenly realised I had skipped an important part of the process and stopped.
“Oh dear, hold on, I forgot something very important.” They waited breathlessly with a ‘what now’ look. From their faces I could tell they were impatient to let their feelings show. “I forgot this.” I got down on my knee before them. “Dominique and Cherine, would you do me the honour of agreeing to marry me?” Cherine gave a little giggle, not certain of how I expect her to react, but Dommi tenderly put her hands to my face, her eyes shining.
“Roberto you are the most romantic man I know - and the sweetest. Yes, I Dominique will be honoured to marry you…and Cherine.”
Suddenly serious, her face white with emotion, emoting that she still does not believe this is happening, Cherine repeated the exact words, substituting Dominique’s name for her own. Then Cherine asked me. “Will Dommi be my wife also?”
“Yes. It may be strange, but is the most suitable for us. She will also for a number of years be your mother and sister, just as I will also be your daddy. Is that complicated enough for you?”
“But you promised to also be my best friend.”
“That I will be forever and ever my love, my loves.”
Dominique and Cherine hugged each other and Cherine said to her, “I am going to have the most wonderful wife in the world.”
“No, you won’t. I will.”
“Before you two get too carried away, something else for you to think about. Tonight will be one of our last times that I am going to make love to my lovers. You will always be my lovers, but tonight you are just my lovers. Both my special girls, who have been my lovers since childhood.”
Cherine pounced on that. She wanted to know what I meant. “You mentioned that on the boat. What did you mean?”
“Dommi, she has to know, we cannot have secrets between us.”
“I don’t mind Roberto. It does not seem so bad anymore - how could it? I’ve just agreed to marry a child! I think Cherine has taught me a lot, opened my eyes. You were right. It is a memory to treasure, not to be ashamed of.”
Her eyes were wide, fascinated and at times amused as we explained, with me going into a lot of graphic details of our curiosity as children, which of course got Dommi blushing as I described our exploring each other and my love for her beautiful flower and of our assumptions about her hole that went nowhere.
“You old people really were stupid when you were children, weren’t you?” Cherine teased. I noticed that telling her about it was lighting little fires in all of us. Maybe I had managed to also bring the memory alive for Dommi.
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Dommi found the courage to ask, “Roberto, one thing puzzles me, since we are talking about sex.”
“Only one?” I teased.
“Please, be serious. You know I find it a difficult thing to talk about. Last year, on the island, when you and Cherine were, as you describe it, one, wasn’t caressing and making oral love to each other a little like, you know,” she was blushing, “like masturbating?”
“Wow. I can see why you are asking. Let me ask you, when we are making love and Cherine takes my feelings, sends them to you, makes them a part of your sensations and responses, does that make what I am doing to you, kissing, licking, whatever, does that make it feel as if you are doing it to yourself, or does it just enhance your own feelings while my actions are still something ‘being done’ to you?”
“No, it is the second. Even when she is sending our feelings, bouncing them so fast that they blur and I hardly know what is mine and what is yours.”
“Your question shook me because I realised how important it is, or was,” I added sadly, “when I was able to become part of you and Cherine. If I caressed your breast and also felt it was my breast being caressed, did that make it a form of masturbation? If it was Dommi, if we are to define it as masturbation, then the word masturbation must take on a new and more exciting meaning.” I laughed, “Poor old Kellogg, he’ll be turning over in his grave. I’ll tell you about him some other time, but for now I’ll state that he probably did more damage to the sexual beliefs of the Americans, making masturbation an evil to be avoided by all, than any one other single person.”
My mind was filled with flashes of those few moments I had experienced. “It is very strange. When I had that ability it was still too new and confusing for me to really enjoy. I kept getting disorientated. The moments of not making love were easier and those I was able to enjoy. To be in two or three bodies at the same time, feeling everything, the pressure on your buttocks as you sit, your elbow as you lean on the table. All the sensations we hardly notice anymore because they are so familiar to our own bodies. I truly learnt a lot from that.
As I sit here, the normal bulge of my penis in my trousers is so familiar I hardly feel it, well, not now of course,” I smiled as we all looked down at the straining bulge, “but in an everyday context. My experience was mostly with Cherine, I did not really have time and there was too much going on for me to localise the sensations when I became part of you. The feeling of having a female body, the lack of this or that, the feelings that were so different of not having the outward organs, the softness of being a girl, they gave me such an insight into what it means and feels like to be female, it truly made me appreciate the differences.
I was also very lucky with Cherine. For one, she is extremely sensitive and aware of her body and - she loves herself, unlike me. The second important difference, was my ability as an adult to feel what it is like to be a child. It is so different. We may gain a little by our bodies maturing, but in truth, I would say we lose a lot. Dommi, even the sense of taste is so much clearer. And scents…” Sadly I remembered, “To feel the freshness, the being so alive of childhood, god that was beautiful!”
Without realising it tears were running down my cheeks. Tenderly Cherine started to wipe them, then changed her mind and began to lick and kiss my tears away. I was able to whisper one last pain before her lips sealed mine. “God, I miss you inside me.”
Our lovemaking on the couch was an enactment of extreme tenderness (which does not contribute to effective sex), our three bodies speaking of love and adoration only. As they undressed me I undressed them, being especially careful of her hurt hand. Dommi with her sore and swollen lip could not do much kissing, so I only gave feather-light kisses and licked her lips. By the time we were truly aroused, needing to consummate our desires, I was lost in a world where there was nothing but the treasure of their two adored bodies. I raised myself and picking up Cherine, with Dommi pressed against me we went towards the bedroom.
A couple of steps and I staggered. I had to put down Cherine, dismayed and upset at my weakness, at my lack of co-ordination. They both hugged me and led me to our bed.
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Their constant murmurings of endearments was a soft buzz of love that swirled and danced in my brain. For a moment I thought to myself, if only I could fill the void with this magical love, and then there were no further thoughts, no regrets for the absence of their feelings in my mind. Somewhere, in the back of my emotions and feelings, I knew Cherine was feeding them both with their love and passions, blurring and defining them to new heights, even probably able to add the few scraps she could sense from me, but I was already so swollen in my heart with love and passion for my two dearest and precious loves, I did not feel I could have accepted any further impetus from them.
As we tossed in our storm of growing passions, since I could no longer sense their bodies, unthinking, I rolled over towards Cherine. Her damaged hand went under my body and she screamed in pain. She projected it so strongly the whole city block must have felt it. As her pain speared through me, mingled with my agony at my carelessness, I managed, desperately, to grab the pain and draw it to me. As I did so I was in her hand, repairing the ruptured vessels, knitting the tiny bones. A part of me, now feeling also the painful ache of the lower lip, went into Dommi and repaired that. Unthinkingly, unconscious, not a part of my logical mind, it also sensed the ache of their arousals and took that ache away, leaving two fresh relaxed bodies, before I was able to stop it.
Cherine, her scream cut off in shock as her nerves reported there was nothing to scream about, gasped. She raised her bandaged hand and stared at it. There was a stillness of shock and then they both stared at me.
Embarrassed but jubilant, I laughed. “Alki does not know how right he was.” They just stared, their faces full of puzzlement and growing awe. A delight was growing in me as the true meaning was dawning in me. “Oh god, oh god, thank you.” In my delight, in my deep ecstasy of delight, I could hardly speak anymore, and I certainly was not aching with need for sex. This was far more important and exciting!
“It was you” they both seemed to say. Dommi still had her fingers to her lip feeling it. I nodded happily, crazily, my eyes brimming with pride and happiness. God, even if nothing else returns, even if I have to suffer the emptiness of not having them within me, this is a blessing I will forever be happy with.
“Alki said my role is of a protector. Now I am. Oh god! This is the best moment of my life. To know I can really protect you, heal you, never worry about you being harmed.” I began to sob from relief and joy. I just could not get over it. They finally held me, crying also with joy for me. When we had recovered, Dommi got up and looked at her lip in the mirror.
“Robert, I don’t have a mark where I bit myself. It’s gone.” Cherine unwrapped her hand and looked at it, showing it to us. The dark bruises were all gone.
I don’t know if Cherine was the first to notice it, but being our little kitten she was the first to ask. “Robert, when you took away the pain and…mended me, I felt also all my sex…my passion gone. Was that part of healing my hand?”
Ruefully I grinned, knowing exactly how they are going to react to my explanation. “No. When I came into you it was not me, it was a part of me, but not me, not the part which can think, saying fix this or that. It was like, maybe, an instinct. That thing in me, that power must also be stupid in some ways - or maybe ignorant like a baby. It felt the ache in your groins and fixed it. I had nothing to do with that. It did the same to both of you, but the stupid thing left me aching for you.”
Dommi asked, “If we get all excited again and start aching, will it come back and take it away again?” Cherine gave her a shocked look, she obviously had not considered the possibility.
All I could do is answer, “I sure hope not!”
“If it does I’m going to hit you. This is not funny,” she finished off. Cherine nodded her head vigorously, in total agreement.
“Why don’t we find out?”
Cherine cheekily said, “Dommi, you are bigger, why don’t you get a pot from the kitchen. Then if he does it again you can hit him on the head with it.” Dommi looked thoughtful then made as if to go, suddenly turning and with a flying leap landed on me, knocking the wind out of me. She grabbed my ears.
“Don’t you dare take my sexy aches away from me again!” Cherine vehemently cried her agreement.
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“Oh, okay, so you two don’t want me to make love to you anymore. You don’t want me to make you come. Better go and try to draw something. At least it will be more fun.” As I pretended to be getting up, I expected them, in the spirit of the moment, to pounce on me and so on. Instead they let me, as Cherine said.
“Dommi, let him go do his stupid drawing. He told me about his ‘blue balls’. Guess they will just have to get blue and bluer until they explode. If he doesn’t want to make me come, you can do it for me can’t you, and maybe I can do it for you?”
From a gay look, her face suddenly paled. I realised Cherine had touched on something Dommi is not ready to face yet. Although she’ll caress and kiss Cherine, she never has thought of what she is doing in an explicitly sexual way, and never on her sexual organs, unless she was part of my loving Cherine.
I decided to intervene. “Cherine. You trying to steal my wife-to-be from me?”
“Yup!” she cheekily answered, still childishly ignorant of the reason for the turmoil in Dommi. I wondered why she is not picking it up. Maybe because we were ‘playing’ she had relaxed her monitoring. (She later admitted that she does not monitor Dommi as deeply or as constantly as she does me. I worked out that what she meant is that with me, it is more of an obsession.)
“You can be quite a little minx sometimes. Just because you know that you are so much more loveable than me, you want to use it so that she loves you more than me.” I put on a sad face. “Oh well, I can’t fight you. Guess I’ll just have to go do my stupid drawing.”
Not able to read me that clearly anymore, unless I am in the grip of strong emotions, she turned to Dommi and picked up her distress. Understanding came and she was immediately contrite. Thinking fast she called to me. “Come here, I want to show you something nice to draw.”
“What is it?”
“A special flower.”
“I don’t do flowers!” In a resigned tone I added, “Oh well, if it is so special, I guess I better take a look.”
As I climbed back onto the bed she puffed up some pillows and leaning against the headboard she opened her legs. As I knelt in front of her, she giggled, for in a way it was a game to her. “See how fresh it is. It’s still got dew on it.”
“Dommi. Take a look. Do you think it is special enough, should I really draw it?” Shyly she clambered over the sheets to take a look. She gave me a little grin.
“I don’t think even you could paint something so beautiful. You will have to call it the ‘Fire Flower’.” I loved the name.
“Yes, but do you believe her. You think that is really dew, or did some butterfly maybe use it to wee in?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it was a butterfly.”
“Look, you are the expert on butterflies. Could you check and tell me? It would really help me a lot to paint it correctly.”
Her face red, she just sat there. As I felt the moment had drawn out and was about to check for myself to save her, she pushed me aside. Slowly she lowered her head. Cherine gave a little moan, her eyes closing a moment. I expected to be exploding with the eroticism of the sight, but instead I was transfixed by the beauty of the love Dommi was showing.
She licked her lip. “I’m not sure, I think it is dew. I’ll have to taste some more to be sure.”
“You definitely have to be sure.”
Although we were playacting, there was a gravity that ran deeper, a sense of loving that overcame all inhibitions. From the headboard Cherine was watching both of us, her eyes dark pools. Her moaning grew in intensity.
“Wait Cherine. Hold on a bit” I begged, wanting to be holding Dommi.
“Now Cherine, Dominique, now!” I yelled.
As we lay there spent, I cupped her face tenderly and kissed her, drinking her in and lapping around her lips. Crazy with love for my Dommi I kissed her closed eyes, murmuring my love. While we were lovingly kissing, Cherine moved down and suddenly Dommi jerked and pulled her face away from me in panic. I knew this was not the time and pulled Cherine to me.
Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου
(Alexander Zenon Eustace)28th February, 2019
- posted on Steemit: 28th February, 2019
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