Deep Obsessions

The empty and dark hall echoed with his hurried footsteps. The gray stone like walls watched him awkwardly with a blank stare. ‘If these walls could talk they’d tell me where she is.’ He contemplated bitterly. For once his twisted black lips didn’t smile of an eerie emotion but instead frowned in impatient anxiety. The black trench coat wrestled behind him with his quick movements as his long black hair flowed with the silent air. He made a turn around a corner while  he skid his heel against the flooring. He wanted to know where his dark wife was. The woman who haunted his mind was out of his sight. They hadn’t spoken to each other for more than a day and he was growing tired of the emptiness in his arms.

Finally, Hades approached the door to the laboratory. The lab was used for their creations- the monster that stalked the streets of the underground city for food. He searched everywhere else in the tower including their bedroom, the library, the unused kitchen, and the dinning room. This was the last place he knew for sure she’d be in. With his long, white and boney fingers he pushed the door open. The anticipation grew with a fury in his beating heart. Hades’ black eyes scanned the room intently. The man stepped inside. The lab was almost as white as the torture room. Bright lights were on, shinning off the white walls and two silver tables and countertops. It was clean and orderly, just the way she liked it. The instruments sparkled with no bearing of being used. Hades looked around. His lips curled to a smile. Finally.

She stood at one of the tables. Her long black hair curled into a top tail. She wore black goggles over her eyes, hiding what he yearned for. Her black jeans and black corset hugged her body obsessively; an apron protected them from being dirtied. Upon the table in front of her was a mangled body, bloodied and severed. She placed the scalpel on a surgical tray. Slowly, this white maiden of death looked in his direction.

“Yes, Hades?” those deep blood lips hissed almost. It sent a shiver down his spine yet he wouldn’t admit it.

“I simply missed seeing my wife.” cooed Hades. He approached her, curiously looking at the unidentifiable corpse. “What is it you are working on?” His attention, however, swayed to her milk white neck. He licked his lips in hunger.

“I wanted a heart. But when I opened this man’s chest, I discovered an interesting black goop around his lungs.” Skywater started explaining. Hades lost the interest of her object of discussion. Instead, his eyes (being the dominate sense today it seemed,) were focused upon her mounds of white flesh that were pressed up by the corset. His fingers twitched with eagerness. He studied how her chest moved with her voice and how her throat pumped the tone dully. The husband wanted to grab her by the neck, throw her against the floor and lash a passionate kiss upon those blood red lips. “Hades.” His ears burned. The ashen male looked toward her. Her black goggles stared drolly at him, the look of authority cascaded over her face. “Did you hear me?”

Hades could flush but he refused to acknowledge it. “I apologies my love, what was the question?”

“Would you like to see?” Skywater asked a second time, her latex gloved hand gestured at the exposed torso.

Hades glanced down at the body. He focused his attention again. “Yes.” He answered simply. ‘Although, I’d much rather see you under me in total ecstasy… my wife.’ His mind hissed.

Skywater moved a rib aside then she pointed at a blackened area of a lung with a stick. “This is cancerous. Body parts like these are useless. Even though our creations are dead, the functioning body decays faster with a cancer part.” Once again, his wife was giving him a lesson. Still his master even though married, Hades was force to mind. Though her lessons proved useful in his necromancy training, the husband found it rather difficult to concentrate when he craved for her flesh against his. “That is why it’s best to find healthy volunteers for our little monsters.” Volunteers… how he smiled when she spoke that word. “Do you understand?” she questioned his awareness.

“Healthy parts last longer than diseased parts.” The words came out but his mind was elsewhere.

“Good.” Her voice echoed in his ears. She pulled off the bloody gloves and threw them in the trash. Then she moved the surgical tray to the sink. Hades watched his wife as she washed the instruments. Those delicate hands rubbed the blade swiftly under running water. The man found himself in a fiery desire to have those hands all over him. He wanted his woman torturing him with her fetishes of cruelty; he lusted for her dark lips biting his neck, licking his blood; he was going insane with the burning aspiration of pounding into the moist flesh of her womanhood; he would die if he didn’t have her… soon. Hades found himself smacked back into reality when she brushed a finger over his hand. His coal of eyes looked at her.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to remove this body.” She gestured to where he was standing. Without thought, Hades moved back. Skywater pushed the body onto a cart she pulled over just a second ago. It clattered with a bone crushing thud. The wife pushed the cart into a dark room, where she was gone for a moment.

‘Damn her. She knows how to tease me beyond resistance!’ Hades cursed. He pulled over a shower head, turned on the water and sprayed the bloody table down. The blood flowed to the floor then into a drain in the center of the room. After turning the water off, Hades picked up a rag from a bucket label ‘SANITARY’ and rinsed the table clean. By then, Skywater returned untying her apron.

“Thank you, my Hades.” Her voice whispered almost.

“Pleasure, my Master.” His smile grew when he noticed she had a bit of red on those pale cheeks. That word always got to her, especially now that they were married. He could have his way with her right now and she was very aware of that. “Where is Juri?” He asked, wanting to sound casual.

“He is reading in the library. That young boy may prove to be a necromancer yet.” Skywater answered, her gaze focused on the wet floor.

“Yes… a boy of twelve and he’s already passed my level when I first started. I’m rather proud of him.” Hades watched her. He knew the wet floor bothered her. Skywater went to a storage closet and pulled out the mop. She started mopping the area, slightly bent over with her arms moving back and forth. Hades watched intently. Those arms should be grasping tightly to him with enthusiasm as he thrust into her. When she finished, she rinsed the mop and placed it back into the closet.

“He wants to go to the surface school however…” Skywater spoke when she returned.

“Does he now?” Hades stalked every movement.

“I believe he is lonely, and wants some friends of his age and life. Being the only living child here, monsters seem to bore him.” She added. Skywater walked for the door, expecting Hades to follow. Indeed he did follow only his gaze was fixed on the tight ass that moved with her legs and swayed with her hips. He forced his hands to remain at his side.

“Do you think we should let him attend schooling of the education from above?” Hades partook in the conversation only half listening.

“He is a smart boy. I wouldn’t have a problem with him attending their school.” She responded calmly. “He will continue his necromancy discipline, however.”

“Of course.”

Hades followed his wife upstairs to the living quarters. The “Tower” composed of seven levels. The first floor was the living area where the bedrooms, kitchen, dinning room, library, and a main sitting area resided. The second floor had the laboratories, meeting rooms, storage rooms, and other science quarters. The third and fourth floor was hardly used- empty and full of useless space. The fifth level enclosed a few bedrooms and several infirmary accommodations. The sixth floor held all of Skywater’s body parts that were stuffed inside several large freezers; these parts would be used some day as monsters. The seventh floor of the Tower once was used for business offices, but now it was a labyrinth of chaos and death. A monster waited at every corner. Unspeakable darkness devoured any who ventured into this level, even to the necromancy family Skywater deemed it off limits to everyone.

Skywater wandered to their bedroom, just where Hades wanted her. He plotted his attack as they walked, a sly smile forming. She opened the door and walked inside; Hades closed the door and locked it behind them. Now, in this enclosed room with only their bodies the husband would make his move. The walls had no choice now but to watch quietly. He eyed her as she sat on the bed to take her boots off. The room had a dimly lit lamp, the perfect lighting for an intimate moment. Hades sat next to her, slipping his trench coat off his shoulders and carelessly tossing it on the floor. He kissed her cheek, savoring her scent of sweet dead roses.

“Take them off…” Hades asked a slight hint of command in his tone. His fingers touched her goggles. Skywater reached up and pushed her goggles over her head then placed them on the bedside table. Delicately he touched her chin, turning her beautiful face to his and gazed deep into her eyes. The silver depth glowed in this lighting. His black met that silver and insisted in peering into her soul. His white face leaned closer to her. With black lips meeting red lips, Hades feverishly kissed his wife. His hands clasped her shoulders and pulled her close. Skywater gently rested her hands against his thighs.

He hungered more of her. This infatuation seemed more of an addiction. His hands pressed around her bosoms, snaking down to her hips and groping her ass. He roughly handled her. He hungered for her, biting down on her bottom lip out of the obsession. His passion would have consumed him at the very minute had he not heard a muffled cry of agony. Slowly, Hades stopped and pulled out of their kiss. He hadn’t realized he bit her lip that hard. When he looked there was a flow of blood from the bite down her chin. A bead of the crimson liquid landed between her breasts.

A thin eyebrow rose at him. A look of frightening authority flushed her appearance. Hades refused a chuckle for he knew it just might end up with him sleeping with the dogs later. But the reality of her power made note when Hades found himself pushed to his back, her body looming over his. She straddled his hips with her legs, her hands pinning down on his shoulders. Her blood lust lips assaulted his own. Hades rolled his eyes back, enjoying the turns of this fascination. She bit his bottom lip, hard enough to draw his blood. Her husband forced the gasp to stay in his throat. She sucked on his lip, taking in the blood. She was driving him insane!

Hades stroked her hips, pressing his palms against her flesh as he moved back. His fingers followed up the zipper’s path then unzipped her corset. Her hand grasps his wrist and pulled it away with the zipper half way down. Hades looked at her with a bit of bewilderment and irritation. She only gave him a cunning smile. With a teasing kiss to his throat, Skywater pushed his tank top up his abdomen. Her frail fingers traced his muscles mischievously. Hades breathed in through gritted teeth. This definitely was a turn of circumstance. She placed kiss on his belly button and sensually licked up to his nipple. His wife teased and tormented his nipples, making his chest heave with anxiety. Her right hand rubbed the swell in his pants. Her husband groaned some.

“Elizabeth…” Hade whispered her real name, hoping it would stop her long enough for him to roll her over. He failed when Skywater moved to the other nipple and tortured that one with her wet hot tongue.

Skywater undid his pants, and almost immediately his harden shaft struck out. She grinned, he never liked wearing underwear and this only helped her cause. With a gentle stroke, Skywater licked the head. Hades dropped his head back and held back his moan. His fingers twitched. Her month consumed his manhood and began an oral rhythm. Hades bucked his hips and gripped her hair in a hand. The man groaned through his teeth, his eyes closed as he entered a world of ecstasy. He heard the sound of a zipper, then felt two full warm, firm mounds of body massage his manhood. Skywater’s tongue danced against the top as she moved her breasts against the shaft. Her husband gasps out a hot breath and gripped her hair tighter.

When he was long and hard enough to her contentment, Skywater sat up. The corset was on the floor. She lifted the shirt off his body and regarded it as well. Hades stared up at her, admiring the beauty before him. The curves, the pale skin, and the round bosoms complete with her gorgeous face did more than attract him. It excited him, made him mad, forced him to hold back the dangerous beast that clawed for an escape to tackle her and tear her to shreds. His hand reached up and touched a reddened cheek.

They entered a blazing kiss of excitement. Hades fondled her breasts, groping and massaging, teasing and pinching. She shivered. He pulled her body up his so he could have those round mounds of pink in his mouth. His tongue traced along the upper part, then tickled to her nipple. Immediately, Hades licked and sucked, hard and soft. She blushed and moaned softly. How sensual he could be when he was rough with her. His wife loved it! A bite, a nip, a suckle and the flickering of the tongue was all she needed to go crazy. He moved to the other and treated it just the same. He wanted that moan. Her heart raced loudly to his ears.

Hades searched for the button and zipper on her pants. He ripped those annoying articles off her body. His fingers searched around the hot moist pink folds. He flicked his middle finger against her clit, getting an enjoyable jump from her. A smile formed across his lips as he continued this flickering. Skywater gasped out. Her hot juices flowed all over his hand. With two fingers, Hades pushed into her pink chasm earning what he wanted to hear. She moaned out his name breathlessly. His fingers pumped in and out of her, sliding against the walls of her vagina. His manhood creased her ass cheek behind her. Skywater leaned down; her legs stayed up to give him better movements, and hugged his head. A third finger moved in, just enough to push her further into total bliss.

“Hades… Hades. Please…” Skywater moaned.

Hades only smiled as he continued fingering her more rapidly.

“Hades…! Oh Hades. Fuck me… please!” Skywater breathed heavily. She was getting closer to an orgasm; however, she wanted it to be with him.

Hades, hearing what delighted him the most, pulled his wet hot fingers from her vagina. He did his best to push his pants further down, succeeding to the middle of his thighs. Then he lowered her hips to his throbbing manhood. Skywater shivered with eagerness. With his hands on her hips, Hades forced her down fast as he pushed upward. His wife nearly screamed out. Her hips and body moved against his to thrust against him. Hades smiled as he met her; savoring the juices against his shaft. She was so tight, so perfect. He grabbed her rear.

Skywater moaned his name; she flushed heat across her face. Soon her hips moved fast and hard against his shaft. She loved the pain she felt with his length, going into her womb almost. It felt excruciatingly wonderful. Her hips stung, her thighs tighten, her lower back burned. But her womanhood begged for more. Soon she pushed all the way down on him. Her eyes snapped open while her back arched upward and her hips bucked. A yelp of pleasure and pain escaped her lips. Hades watched her breasts bobbed with the pace and the force of his pumps. He panted hotly. Now he couldn’t handle it.

Roughly, Hades threw her under him, not leaving her hot wet womb. He slammed into her with all his might. His arms tucked under her legs, lifting her body so he could get the angle he knew would be best to please them both. He felt his soul rumble with excitement; his bones ache for more; his heart pounded for her love. Soon all pain Skywater felt had left and only the numbness of paradise replaced it. Her moans more deep and loud as her body quivered under the strength and frightening might of her husband. He made it clear that she was his and only his.

“Come with me, Elizabeth.” Hades managed to whisper in her ear.

Another feverish moan and Skywater bucked her hip. Hades groaned and panted. She felt an orgasm leave her along with a scream escape her lips. Hades arched and straightened as he erupt his seed into her womb. So full their juices met and spilled out of her onto the bed. After he had emptied, He collapsed on her feeling too exhausted to remove him from her. His head rested on her shoulder with his hands at her sides. His eyes closed and he smiled. The sweet scent of dead roses now mixed with sexual fulfillment.

Slowly, Hades moved and lie beside her to let her hips and legs rest. Her breathing was soothing as was her heart. She curled onto her side with her back to him. With a strong pale arm, Hades pulled her to him. She was asleep before he could say anything. Hades only smirked to himself. He loved it when he exhausted his wife. Soon, the husband joined in a deep, restful slumber with a refusal of letting her go at all.