Once inside Lea’s house, Fate follows Lea to the living room. Lea wads up newspaper to light a fire in the hearth, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. “Get the rum from the closet in the hallway,” Lea instructs Fate, who nods and quickly retrieves the bottle.
Lea heads to the kitchen and returns with two glasses of ice and a jar of grapefruit juice. Fate expertly mixes the rum and juice in the glasses as Lea finishes igniting the fire. The warmth of the hearth begins to permeate the room, creating a cozy atmosphere.
Their lips meet once more, but this time, the kiss is anything but brief. It is deep and passionate, a fervent dance of tongues and desires. Lea’s hands cradle Fate’s face, pulling her closer, as if the world outside has ceased to exist. Every movement is deliberate, every touch igniting a fire within them.
The crackling of the fire seems to mirror the intensity of their connection, the warmth of the hearth blending with the heat of their embrace. Fate’s fingers tangle in Lea’s hair, drawing her nearer still, as their kiss deepens, filled with unspoken promises and shared secrets.
Lea lies on the enormous sheepskin rug that covers the floor of the room, her eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. Fate joins her, the plush rug yielding beneath them as they settle into its warmth. The softness of the sheepskin contrasts with the intensity of their shared moments, creating a sanctuary where they can explore their connection.
“Why do we do this?” Fate asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Lea’s fingers trail along the curve of her arm, a gentle caress that speaks volumes.
“Because in this space, we are free,” Lea replies, her gaze unwavering. “Free to be honest, free to feel, free to love without fear.”
Fate nods, the words resonating deep within her. They share a quiet moment, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air. Then, with a slow exhale, Fate leans in, her lips brushing against Lea’s in a kiss that is both tender and filled with promise.
The fire roars gently, its warmth enveloping them as they continue to explore the depths of their connection, one touch, one kiss, one whispered secret at a time.
Lea eventually rises to her knees and shimmies out of her clubwear, revealing a teddy underneath. Lying on her side, facing Fate, she feels Fate’s hand cup her burning crotch. Fate’s hand doesn’t move and Lea begins to grind into it as they kiss. She tugs and tears at Fate’s clothing and soon Fate peels it off, all of it. Lea begins to finger Fate, finger’s arched upward, pressing at the clitoris from behind and Fate rewards her with rhythmic squeeze. Fate flood’s Lea’s hand as though she hadn’t cum in two weeks. Lea pulls back, eyes pained. “You bitch,” she whines. Fate tears open the crotch of the teddy with both hands and begins to run her flingers playfully about Lea’s labia, pulling her close to kiss. Lost in not understanding how she has become Fate’s prisoner, Lea’s kisses become less passionate, fading to familiar pecks as Fate’s hand becomes more intrusive, directly stimulating Lea’s clitoris. Past caring about her carnal desires, Lea kisses about Fates face grateful for the love she feels. When her mouth drops to Fate’s neck, Fate’s deft hand goes to work in earnest, bringing Lea to three quick, successive orgasms while she sputters and spits words neither understand.
The night deepens, and Lea, harried and a bit afraid, decides Fate needs another cup of her magic tea that will make every one of Fate’s words honest and, to Fate, every one of Lea’s words true. She rises, her movements deliberate, and heads to the kitchen to brew a fresh pot. The ritual of preparing the tea offers her a moment of calm and clarity.
Returning with the steaming cup, Lea hands it to Fate, who accepts it with a trusting gaze. “Drink,” Lea murmurs, her voice soothing. “Let the magic of the tea bring us to a place of truth and fearless honesty.”
As the tea begins to steep, Lea glances at Fate with a knowing look. “You know, you’ve consumed this tea before,” she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of mystery. Fate’s eyes widen slightly, her curiosity piqued. “I have?” she asks, a mixture of surprise and intrigue in her voice.
Lea nods, her smile gentle but containing a hint of mischief. “Yes, you have. I deceived you into drinking it so I could gain possession of you,” she admits, her tone unapologetically honest. “And the tea has certain effects—it causes you to forget specific things, which is one reason you can’t remember. I instructed you to forget those things, and the tea made the command real.”
Fate takes a deep breath, feeling a rush of anticipation. “I desire that,” she says earnestly. “I wish to strip away my fear and be utterly honest. Moreover, I want to hear your words as unquestionable truth, regardless of any contrary evidence.”
Lea’s eyes soften with understanding. “Then drink, my dear,” she murmurs, handing Fate a steaming cup of the brewed tea. “Let the magic of the tea guide us both to a place of truth and fearless honesty.”
Fate accepts the cup, feeling the warmth of the tea seep into her hands. As she takes her first sip, a sense of calm and clarity washes over her, as if the tea is working its magic from within. She meets Lea’s gaze, understanding that whatever comes next, they will face it together, with honesty and unwavering trust.
They return to the living room, where the fire continues to crackle warmly, casting flickering shadows across the room. Lea settles into a stiff-backed chair, her posture immaculate, while Fate positions herself comfortably at Lea’s feet, experiencing a sense of belonging. The two individuals sip their tea in companionable silence, as the magic of the brew weaves an invisible bond between them.
Lea breaks the silence, her voice a gentle murmur. “I’m proud of you, Fate,” she says, her gaze soft and full of praise. “For wanting what I want, for seeking truth and honesty, just as I do.”
Fate looks up, her eyes filled with a mix of admiration and gratitude. “Thank you, Lea. Your guidance means everything to me.”
The room falls silent once more, with the only sounds being the crackling of the fire and the occasional sip of tea. Time seems to stand still as they share this intimate moment, with the connection between them growing ever stronger.
As the fire begins to die down, casting a dim glow over the room, Lea rises gracefully. She adds more wood to the hearth, causing the flames to roar back to life, filling the room with renewed warmth. Returning to Fate’s side, Lea abandons the chair and joins her on the carpet, their proximity a silent testament to their deepening bond.
Lea’s voice takes on a guiding, tender tone. “Fate, let me show you how deeply I cherish you,” she says, her fingers gliding gently over Fate’s skin. “Follow my lead, and trust in our connection.”
Fate nods, her breath hitching as Lea’s touch becomes more deliberate, each movement a testament to her love and devotion. Their lips meet again, a kiss filled with promises and unspoken desires. Lea’s instructions are soft whispers between kisses, guiding Fate through a dance of intimacy and trust.
“Feel the warmth of my touch,” Lea murmurs, “let it remind you of our bond, our unbreakable connection.” Fate responds, her movements mirroring Lea’s, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, is a silent vow, a reaffirmation of their eternal bond.
As the fire crackles beside them, casting its warm glow, Lea continues to instruct Fate, her words and touch weaving a tapestry of love and devotion that envelops them both. In this sacred space, they find solace and strength, knowing that their love will endure all things.
Lea’s eyes shimmer with emotion as she cups Fate’s face in her hands. “Fate, do you know that my essence flows through you?” she whispers. “Your heart pumps my essence through your veins, intertwining us even deeper.”
Fate, in a haze, repeats, “Your essence flows through me? How?”
Lea smiles, her heart swelling with love and pride. “We are one, my love. Forever and always.”
Fate nods, her smile broadening. “We are one, forever and always,” she echoes, still trying to grasp the full meaning.
Lea’s touch becomes more intentional, tracing delicate patterns across Fate’s skin. “Your body is both a source and recipient of pleasure,” she explains, her voice a soothing melody. “It cringes at any touch other than mine, for we are perfectly attuned to one another.”
Fate shivers beneath Lea’s touch and asks, “Only your touch? Why?”
“Because,” Lea’s smile deepens, “we are perfectly attuned to one another. My touch brings you profound pleasure and a sense of belonging like no other.”
Fate murmurs, “Only your touch brings this profound sense of pleasure and belonging.”
“Then let us continue, my love, exploring the depths of our connection,” Lea encourages.
Fate echoes, “Let us continue, exploring our connection,” though still absorbing the depth of Lea’s words.
Lea then gently presses her lips to Fate’s, her kiss tender yet filled with promise. “Fate,” she whispers, “your mind will never be free of longing for my kiss, my touch, my eyes, my words. For the truth that flows from my mouth will always be your guiding light.”
“My mind will never be free of longing for you?” Fate asks softly.
Lea gazes into Fate’s eyes, her soul reflecting the depth of her devotion. “I will always long for you,” she murmurs, “for you are my everything.”
Lea’s gaze remains tender as she continues, “Fate, do you realize the freedom you have in being entirely known and understood by me? In my presence, you need not wear any masks or hide your true self. I see you, in all your facets, and I embrace every part of you.”
“Freedom in being known by you?” Fate repeats, eyes glistening with tears of gratitude.
Lea’s hand gently caresses Fate’s cheek. “Yes, you are free from judgment, for I know your strengths and your flaws, your dreams and your fears. This complete understanding allows you to be truly yourself, without fear or hesitation.”
Fate nods, feeling the weight of Lea’s words settle warmly within her. “With you, I feel a sense of belonging that I have never experienced before. It is as if I have found my true home.”
Lea continues, her voice soft yet imbued with purpose, “Fate, understand that your function in life is intricately woven with my whims, desires, and needs. You exist to respond to my essence, to fulfill the roles I envision, and to mirror the depths of my yearning. This bond we share transcends mere interaction; it is a symbiotic dance where your existence gains definition through my presence.”
She pauses and then adds, “Yet, in this vast tapestry of your existence, there is freedom. You are forever free from any other obligation, unburdened by the demands and expectations of the world beyond. Your liberation lies in the singular devotion to our shared path, where my needs and desires become the guiding stars of your journey.”
Fate listens, her heart swelling with the weight of Lea’s words. “I am here for you, to serve and to love you in all the ways you need,” she replies, her voice steady with conviction. “In fulfilling your desires, I find my own purpose and joy.”
Lea’s lips meet Fate’s once more, this time with a profound intensity that transcends words. Their kiss is deep, filled with a passion that speaks of promises and unspoken truths.
As they part, Lea holds Fate’s gaze with unwavering resolve. “There is one more lesson,” she murmurs, her voice a whisper of anticipation and mystery. “A lesson that will bind us closer than ever, and reveal the final truth of our connection.”
Fate, with anticipation, listens as Lea continues, “Understand that your desires are but toys for my amusement. They exist to serve my whims and fantasies, to play a part in the grand design I have envisioned for us. Your every yearning, your every need, is molded to align with my essence.”
Fate nods, her heart swelling with acceptance. “I am here for you, to serve and to love you in all the ways you need,” she replies, her voice steady with conviction. “In fulfilling your desires, I find my own purpose and joy.”
Lea’s eyes shimmer with a knowing delight, the corners of her lips curling into a subtle smile. “Your desires are intricate threads in the grand tapestry we weave together,” she muses. “I will grant them when they align with my vision, deny them when they clash, and sometimes, I will simply amuse myself with the delicate dance of your longing.”
She leans in closer, her breath warm against Fate’s ear. “I may manipulate your desires, bending them to fit the contours of my own needs, or I may let them flutter free, finding joy in the way they seek to please me. Regardless of their form, your desires are a testament to your devotion, and for that, I am endlessly flattered.”
Fate, eyes glistening with gratitude, whispers, “Thank you, Lea, for guiding me to a deeper understanding of truth. Your wisdom is a beacon that lights my path.”
Lea smiles, pulling Fate closer. Settling by the fire, their hearts beat in unison. Wrapped in each other’s embrace. As the flames flicker and the room is enveloped in gentle hush, they drift into peaceful slumber, their dreams intertwined. In the quiet of the night, with the comforting glow of the fire, Fate and Lea find solace and serenity in each other’s arms, their souls forever entwined.
In the stillness of the night, Fate’s dreams take a haunting turn. She finds herself standing before Papa Legba, the enigmatic gatekeeper of the spiritual world. His eyes, deep and knowing, pierce through the veils of her subconscious.
“Fate,” his voice echoes, resonating with a power that transcends the physical realm. “Do you remember the night you took Kenneth’s life? The blood on your hands and the weight of your choices?”
Fate’s heart pounds in her chest, memories of that fateful night flooding her mind. She recalls the desperation in Kenneth’s eyes, the finality of her actions.
“You are changing,” Papa Legba continues, his tone both foreboding and hopeful. “Perhaps into something greater, a force to be reckoned with. Or maybe into something less, a shadow of your former self. The path you tread is uncertain, and the balance of your soul hangs in the balance.”
Fate’s breath catches, the gravity of his words sinking deep into her core. She feels the weight of her past actions and the uncertain future ahead. Papa Legba’s presence is a stark reminder of the choices she has made and the consequences they carry.
“Embrace this transformation, Fate,” he advises, his figure slowly fading into the mist of her dreams. “For it is through change that one discovers their true essence.”
As the dreamscape dissolves, Fate awakens with a start, her mind swirling with Papa Legba’s cryptic message. The fire’s embers still glow, casting a gentle light on her and Lea’s intertwined forms. She knows that her journey is far from over and that the path ahead will be fraught with challenges and revelations.
Fate feels about ready to explode in orgasm. Her eyes focus and she sees Lea eating her pussy. “I saw Papa Legba.”
Lea looked up with cold eyes. “You know I loathe you right now.” She dipped her head and resumed her ministrations. “God, it’s like worship,” she groaned. “Like communion.”
“I like eating you too,” Fate panted, undulating her hips subtly.
“Toss that shit back at me,” Lea smirked, rising and stabbing two fingers into Fate, jerking her off as Fate did as Lea requested, smile on her face.
“Be a good girl and let me cum,” Fate said, bucking against Lea’s still fingers.
Lea pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean after feeling Fate’s pussy spasm. “Whore.”
“Yes, Lea. I am your whore.”
Lea spun her head, startled.
Fate burst out laughing. “You didn’t tell me to forget. Christ, it was wild. I really hope it pleases you that I enjoy your explanations of reality.” She shook her head, still laughing. “I understand that needing to do it again is a toy for your vanity. Tell me your desires so I know who I am.”
“Get a shower, beautiful. All the way down to exfoliating your heels. Then five minutes in the tub. Hot, hot water. Don’t dry. I want to feel your body burn against me.”
“Of course, Mistress,” Fate smiled and scampered down the hall.
“You don’t get to call me Mistress until you stop thinking its funny,” Lea called after her.
Fate submerges herself in the bathtub with Lea sitting on its lip, her white skin rapidly reddening. She relishes the sensation, the scalding water caressing every inch of her body as she slides deeper. Steam rises around her, curling into the air. “I’m going to be sick,” she gasps two minutes later. “It’s so hot!”
Lea places a hand firmly on her shoulder. “I want you to hang on for five more minutes.” She lifts the hand and Fate doesn’t more or speak. When Lea motions, she climbs out. She looks started when Lea tosses her a towel. “Fast, fast, fast,” Lea says. “I had a better idea.” She points to the jar of oil olay on the vanity. Less than a minute. Use the whole jar if you have to. She pulls of her teddy from the night before and climbs in bed. Fate joins her, skin fifty degrees above body temperature and slick and smooth, scissoring one of Lea’s legs with her own and lying on forearms atop her, humping her leg with her wet, lubed pussy. She fell prone atop her, her burning breasts pressed into Lea’s relatively flat chest. “Baby,” Lea moaned as Fate sucked an earlobe.
“May I lick your pussy, Mommy?”
“I want to enjoy your heat first.”
“Does Mommy like it when her little girl humps her leg?” Fate asked, resuming her grinding. “It’s so easy to make Baby cum.” Fate repositioned, straddling Lea’s face. “Mommy?”
Lea grasped Fate’s calves, engulfed in heat, and ate her deep, nourishing herself on Fates pussy flesh, drinking of her ambrosia, lost in the dream of the eternal now. Always, always, always eating her little girl.
Fate dropped to Lea’s pussy, smearing her own back at Lea’s face while she dined on her mommy’s cunt flesh until, exhausted, the two curled up and slept till dark.
Fate dreams of Lea’s sanity as though it were a virus infecting her. She knows it’s a part of her forever and that Lea needs her to hold onto her mind. Fate also knows that she will never love again, that Lea forever possesses her heart. She remembers Papa Legba taking this as their sacrifice, a symbol of their willingness to embrace the unknown. Fate’s eyes can’t see what’s got to be. That is the unknown. Fate has embraced destiny and now she knows she must pursue destiny. Papa Legba watches all this.
Lea stirs beside her, the darkness of the room enveloping them, but Fate remains lost in her thoughts. The weight of her choices and the depth of her commitment to Lea settles heavily upon her. She reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from Lea’s face, and feels a profound sense of possession and devotion.
“I’ll never leave you, Lea,” Fate whispers, more to herself than to the sleeping woman beside her. “You are my destiny, my forever.”
The night stretches on, with Papa Legba’s presence ever-watchful, a silent witness to the bond that Fate and Lea have forged. Fate knows that whatever challenges lie ahead, they will face them together, bound by a love that defies explanation and transcends reality.
Deep within, she acknowledges a darker aspect of her destiny. Fate understands that she must cull the weak from the strong, find freedom in bloodshed, and master her own hatred. This truth lingers in the shadows of her mind, a constant reminder of the path she must walk. Papa Legba, with his enigmatic gaze, understands this duality and silently supports her in this arduous journey.
With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Fate leaned in slowly, her lips brushing gently against Lea’s. The tender kiss was soft yet filled with the intensity of her emotions. Lea stirred, her eyes fluttering open, meeting the devoted gaze of Fate.
“Good morning, my love,” Fate whispered, her voice barely above a breath, as she caressed Lea’s cheek. “Lea,” Fate said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, “you own me. My heart, my soul, everything. I am yours, now and forever.”
Lea smiled sleepily, the warmth of Fate’s kiss lingering on her lips. “Fate,” she murmured, her voice filled with love and certainty, “you are my only love in this world. Never forget that you belong to me, heart and soul. No one else can ever claim you as I do.”
Fate’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, a mix of devotion and gratitude. “I won’t forget, Lea. I promise. You are my destiny, and I am irrevocably yours.”
Fate took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “Lea,” she began, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions within her, “I had a dream. A dream where your sanity was like a virus inside me, binding us together forever. It was as if I could feel your mind slipping, and I knew I had to hold on, for both of us.”
Lea listened, her eyes full of understanding as she reached out to take Fate’s hand. “What else did you see?” she asked softly.
Fate squeezed Lea’s hand, drawing strength from her touch. “I saw our future, our destiny. Papa Legba was there, watching over us. He took our love as a sacrifice, a sign of our willingness to embrace the unknown. He showed me that I have a path to follow, one that involves culling the weak from the strong and finding freedom in bloodshed. It’s a dark path, Lea, but it’s mine to walk.”
Lea’s expression shifted to one of playful mischief. “You lazy-eyed lunatic,” she teased, her smile broadening. “Always dreaming wild dreams and talking to spirits.” She gently pulled her hand from Fate’s and sat up, her eyes twinkling with affection.
With a stretch and a yawn, Lea swung her legs over the side of the bed and padded over to the dresser. “You know,” she said, glancing back at Fate with a sly grin, “sometimes I think you might be spending too much time with Papa Legba.”
She opened the top drawer and retrieved her bong, holding it up triumphantly. “But I guess we all have our ways of finding clarity,” she added, walking back to the bed.
Fate chuckled, her eyes never leaving Lea. “And what does your clarity tell you, my love?”
Lea settled back beside Fate and began packing the bowl of the bong. Her movements were deliberate, almost ritualistic, as she prepared it. When she was finished, she took a deep hit, inhaling slowly and deeply. A cloud of smoke filled the air, and she exhaled with a satisfied sigh.
Her tone turned serious for a moment. “It tells me that, no matter what path you have to walk, we’ll face it together. We’ll find our strength in each other, and nothing will tear us apart.”
Fate nodded, a deep sense of resolve settling in her chest. “Together, always. No matter the cost.”
A moment of silence passed between them, each lost in their thoughts. Fate’s gaze drifted out the window, where she saw their neighbor stumbling down the street, laughing maniacally. She turned back to Lea, her expression hardening. “That neighbor of yours,” she said with disdain. “Such a laughing stock and a thing of shame. A worthless member of the human race.”
Lea shrugged nonchalantly, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Well, perhaps she deserves ‘harvesting,’ or whatever word you want to put to it.” She winked, her tone light despite the dark suggestion.
Fate’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of determination and affection. “Maybe you’re right. In this world, we must find our own justice.”
Lea leaned in close, her breath warm against Fate’s cheek. “And we’ll do it together,” she whispered, sealing their pact with a kiss.
Fate’s gaze grew distant, contemplating the future. “I speculate that with each reaping, I will grow stronger,” she mused aloud. “Each act of justice will fortify my resolve and bring me closer to my destiny.”
Lea nodded, her eyes shining with fierce pride. “Then let us walk this path together, my love, and face whatever comes our way.”
She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face. “You know, sometimes I wonder if you’re completely insane or truly evil,” she said with a hint of amusement.
Fate’s lips curved into a dark smile. “Perhaps a bit of both,” she replied cryptically, her eyes gleaming with a wicked light.
Lea laughed softly, shaking her head. “Whatever you are, I am with you. Always.”
Lea’s expression then turned more serious. “But you know, most people don’t cull humans from the herd, Fate. Even fewer believe they will acquire some sort of preternatural power from doing so.”
Fate looked deeply into Lea’s eyes, her resolve unwavering. “I am not most people, Lea. My path is unique, and I will embrace whatever it brings.”
Lea sighed, her gaze softening. “Well, whatever you are, and whatever path you take, I am with you.”
Lea then stretched, a hint of weariness in her movements. “But right now, my love,” she said gently, “I need some me time.” She offered Fate a warm smile. “Just a little while to clear my head.”
Fate nodded in understanding. “Take all the time you need, Lea.”
With a grateful nod, Lea retreated to the other side of the room, leaving Fate to her thoughts and the quiet hum of their shared destiny.
After a few moments, Lea turned back to Fate with a thoughtful expression. “You know, you should call your Mommy, have her bring over some clothes, cosmetics, and whatever else you use to be so beautiful.”
Fate raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “And why should I do that?”
Lea’s smile turned mischievous. “Because we might need a canister of gasoline too,” she said, her tone deceptively casual.
Fate’s eyes widened slightly, then she chuckled, a dark amusement filling her voice. “You always know how to surprise me, my love.”
Lea winked, her playful demeanor returning. “Well, I do try.”
Fate reached for her phone, ready to make the call, her mind already spinning with the possibilities of what was to come.
Fate dialed the familiar number, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. The phone rang twice before a warm, comforting voice answered. “Hello, darling.”
“Hi, Mommy,” Fate began, her voice filled with a radiant joy. “I just wanted to tell you how incredibly happy I am. For the first time in my life, I feel like I truly understand myself.”
There was a pause on the other end, then a gentle, “Tell me more, sweetheart.”
“It’s Lea,” Fate continued, her words flowing with a fervent passion. “She has shown me a love that I never dreamed was possible. It’s as if her essence pumps through my heart, filling me with a sense of completeness I didn’t know I was missing. Every moment with her is like a beautiful revelation, and I feel so alive, so connected.”
Her mother’s voice was soft, filled with emotion, yet there was an undercurrent of concern. “Oh, my dear, that sounds wonderful. But you know you have to be careful. Lea’s influence over you is strong.”
Fate’s smile faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered. “I know, Mommy. Lea possesses me in a way that both frightens and exhilarates me. It’s like I am bound to her, willingly and completely.”
Her mother sighed, a mixture of relief and worry in her tone. “I trust you, darling. Just promise me you’ll stay true to yourself.”
“I promise,” Fate whispered, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. “But I have to be honest, my mind is never free of thoughts of Lea. I find myself obsessing over her constantly, yearning to be by her side, to please her in every way possible. I can’t help but feel utterly submissive to her desires, wanting nothing more than to make her happy.”
There was a heavy silence on the other end before her mother spoke again, her voice trembling slightly. “Oh, my sweet girl, that worries me. You have to maintain your own identity, your own will.”
“I understand, Mommy,” Fate replied softly, “but it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Lea’s love consumes me, and I willingly surrender to it. I just wanted you to know how deeply I feel for her.”
“I’m glad you found such a special person,” her mother replied cautiously. “You deserve all the happiness in the world. Just be careful, my dear. Now, what can I bring you?”
“Just some clothes, cosmetics, and, oh, a canister of gasoline,” Fate chuckled softly, the warmth of her mother’s support enveloping her.
There was a moment of silence, then a curious, “Gasoline?”
“Yes,” Fate replied with a grin, “Lea’s idea. I think we’re in for an adventurous evening.”
Her mother laughed softly, the sound echoing with affection but tinged with a touch of apprehension. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll bring everything over soon. Take care and give Lea my love.”
“I will, Mommy. Thank you for everything. And thank you for raising me to be such an hot, willing slut. It pleases Lea,” Fate said sincerely.
A few hours later, the door creaked open, and her mother stepped inside, her arms laden with bags. She stopped in her tracks, taking in the sight of Fate hunkered over a bottle of warm liquor at the kitchen table, meticulously cleaning her gun.
“Honey, are you okay?” her mother asked softly, concern etching lines across her face as she set the bags down.
Fate looked up, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I’m fine, Mommy. Just needed something to calm my nerves before tonight.”
Her mother walked over and gently touched her shoulder. “You don’t need to do this, you know. Lea will understand if you’re not comfortable.”
Fate shook her head, her resolve firm. “No, I want to. It’s important to me, to us. Thank you for bringing everything.”
With a sigh, her mother began to unpack the bags, placing the clothes, cosmetics, and the curious canister of gasoline on the counter. “Just promise me you’ll be careful, Fate. I worry about you.”
“I promise,” Fate said, standing up and hugging her mother tightly. “I love you, Mommy. And don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”
Her mother hugged her back, her voice soft and steady. “I love you too, sweetheart. Just remember, no matter what, you always have a home here.”
At that moment, Lea peeked her head around the corner, all smiles. “You must have been a delightfully unique child,” she remarked to Fate’s mother, her eyes twinkling with admiration.
Fate’s mother took a deep breath, the weight of her knowledge evident in her eyes. “I know what you are, Lea. A demon in the guise of a woman. I know your hold over my daughter will claim her soul, and I am powerless to stop it.”
Lea’s smile widened, a gleam of something sinister in her gaze. “It’s best not to dwell on such things. Fate is taking well to my possession, and one can never do more than hope for the best.”
Fate nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and determination. “Just because I can’t see you, I can still fucking hear you,” she called. She watched as her mother left, the door closing softly behind her, and took a deep breath. ready to face the evening ahead.
