Nawashi Read Free

it felt as
good now as the rest of his body.
    This time it was she who
was trying to break the gaze, and could not. The patterns of the
blade in the air faltered once, twice, and then her hand fell to
her side, as she saw his entire body seeming to grow somehow
bigger, drinkig in more of the power that had filled the
room, her power.
“You can’t… ” she whispered, disbelieving. “The power is Kali’s…
you are Man… ”
“I am Man,” he agreed, his voice resonating
low and cold. He looked down again at the cuts on his chest, and
she gasped as she saw the cuts she’d inflicted close themselves,
all at once, leaving tiny white scars like the brocade pattern of
her headband across his white skin. He looked up at her again, and
she felt his gaze pushing deeper this time, and with an involuntary
wail she dropped the knife and lifted her arms out to either side
in a Y-shape, her hands writhing, fingers forming shapes seeming of
their own accord, tips meeting and pulling each other in various
directions.
“I see.” His hands in the restraints
mirrored hers, and both of the straps holding his wrists loosened
and his arms came down, flowing into a relaxed curve on either side
of his hips. Her arms fell as well, and she gave a little shudder
backwards as he stepped towards her, a bubble of force like a
self-contained shockwave pushing into her. The candles didn’t even
flicker as he moved, but it felt to her as if she were being
buffeted by a hurricane wind.
If Brian had been conscious of what he was
doing, he would have lost. But his attention was completely
focused; on her, on the conduit of power she’d opened with her
ritual which now filled him. If he could have wondered how it
flowed into him, or where it came from, it would have broken and
tossed him aside.
    But there was no room for
wonder at that moment. He took another step towards her, and she
let out another small scream as her body went limp. She would have
fallen, except that he did not want that to happen—and so she hung
there, suspended in the air, as the power between them grew more
tangible. Brian felt as though the coursing strength and flow
through him would explode out of the top of his heads and hands and
cock all at the same time, and it felt great ; there was nothing he could
not do, and this woman who had been in power over him a moment
before was now barely conscious and moaning as she slowly bobbed in
the air in front of him.
He took another step closer, and lifted his
hands to reach for her.
Brian never was able to say what he would
have done if he’d reached her. He liked to think that he would have
simply shaken her, or at most torn her shift off in return for her
violation of his clothes.
The fact was, though, that down deep he
knew that the power that had been flowing through him then was far
beyond his control at that time. She had opened up a gateway to an
energy that wanted to do more than teach a lesson, it wanted to
conquer, possess, and ravish. And he knew, deep down, that no
matter how much he hated thinking of himself as a rapist, he would
have taken her forcefully and without hesitation.
If he had reached her.
Instead, he got hugged by a bear.
    The crash of the window
breaking open did not distract him, nor did it wake her. He
distantly heard the voice, but it was not until much later that he
would remember that it said “Oh, Vash, that is a fine mess you’ve gotten
yourself in this time, isn’t it?” in a jovial baritone. His eyes
never left her face, now slack with exhausted resignation as she
hung in the air before him.
It wasn’t until the hairy arms circled his
body that he suddenly became aware of the man standing in front of
him, merry eyes glowing behind tiny red glasses looking at him with
friendly speculation. The man’s arms were bare, muscles
disappearing into the sleeveless shirt he wore, tribal pattern
tattoos seeming to glow along the curves and sinews as the arms
pulled Brian tight against the man, and