52 - Emanating

She sat up, looked at him coldly, and shook her right shoulder, which had a gunshot wound.

"Please, just go..."

He stared at her. The rest of her was familiar to him. He admits he kissed her under the rain but this time, it seemed different. His heart and mind were crying out differently. He was intimately acquainted with the remnant of the woman who messed up his system.

"...I love you..."

They both fell silent as they uttered that forbidden word together. The emotion hidden in Zerus personality is completely opened.

Their lips met again and Zerus had no intention of releasing the lip that had kept him awake for several nights since he left Baryong Felopina, so he response the kiss she gave him and wrapped one of his hands around her neck.

"Blessy, I love you... I want you."

Zerus doesn't care what happens next. He loves the woman. He could have said it. He is ready to change, he is ready to change the person who has been used by the devil for a long time. He was ready to leave everything.

He slowly removed the veil that had been covering her head, revealing Blessy's shoulder-length, straight hair, and he was almost breathless at the beauty he saw.

He stroked her black and soft hair before kissing her again.

"Fender!" She gasped as his hand moved slowly to her neck, feeling the strange heat emanating from the woman's body.

His lip dropped to her neck, and he gave her a little kiss as his hand began to travel over the woman's body. Fuck! He was ready to pledge his soul again to the devil, just to claim her!

"I need you, Blessy..."

Blessy current state is not a hindrance; he could handle the situation without difficulty. Her cock is agitated and looking for someone to tame it.

"Fender, this is a sin in God's eyes, and I will be one—"

He stop her with a kiss. They were both gasping for air and their bodies were heating up. He carefully laid her on the hospital bed while he remained standing. That bed had little space for what would happen tonight.

Zerus quickly removed all of their clothing from their bodies, exposing the beautiful curve of the woman's body in front of him, and her cock saluted under her pants.

He immediately worshiped Blessy's breast with caution, avoiding her wound.

Zerus believes they have been doing this for a long time. They have a long past, and he owns this woman. Every moan, caress, and whisper in his name... He knows her very well.

"Ohhhh!"

She bit her lips and his hand purposefully touched her puss. Every caress he received from Blessy was very familiar to him, but he couldn't remember when.

"Ahhhh, Fender, oh!"

A loud moan escaped her throat, and his cock lost even more, becoming more aggressive in his desire to get out of jail.

She was exhausted and shouted at the taste of what he had done. Zerus doesn't care if anyone sees them now.

"F-fender! Please, stop. It's f-forbidden."

"Shhh... Let it go, Blessy."

She softly nodded, closed her eyes, and him her do whatever he wanted, as long as his tongue and hand never stopped worshiping her.

When his worldly tongue took the place of his hand in the woman's jewel, her body became even more emaciated, and Blessy's moan grew louder, and one of her hands became entangled on the end of the pillow.

For a few moments, he worshiped her femininity, and Zerus would admit that he was very familiar with the peach-flavored juice emanating from within the woman.

When he pressed the woman's lips again, he was full of love; her body was ready, and he was ready as well.

"I'm afraid I can't be gentle, Blessy."

When she opened her eyes, she nodded slowly, and he could see the emotion he had been feeling for the woman for a long time. He is big. 8 inches, and he wasn't sure if Blessy could handle his cock.

He drew both of her thighs up in front of him "Are you ready?"

Her soldier was enraged when he touched it and pointed at the mouth of Blessy's femininity, as if some kind of electricity had enveloped his being as he began to enter.

"Fender!"

"Blessy!"

They both moaned as he slowly inserted his manhood into her jewel. Zerus closed his eyes at the sensation, tightening his grip on Blessy's thigh. He knew he had hurt the woman, but he had heard no complaints from her.

"...Fender..."

"I love you, Blessy, I love you."

She opened her eyes and looked him in the eyes. "I love you as well."

THE YOUNG BLESSY was stunned when the young man she had been waiting for almost 1 hours didn't appear. They promised they would meet this bridge but Fender still wasn't there. She sighed and threw stones into the water. How many rocks had she thrown into the water while waiting for him? She doesn't think she can count. She even wore a beautiful dress that she bought at a thrift clothes shop yesterday for twenty pesos. Goodness! 20 pesos is a lot money.

“Where is he? He may have forgotten we had a date.” she sighed again and counted from one to a hundred in her mind. If the young man does not show up, she will leave under the bridge.

She finished counting from one to a hundred but no Fender appeared. She stood up sadly and looked at her newly washed clothes. She was going home and had to work in the streets again to buy food.

"Blessy!"

Her eyes lit up when she heard Fender's voice. It finally arrived! She immediately greeted the young man with a tight hug. Laughing, he let go of her embrace.

"You're late," she added.

“I'm sorry if I arrived late. I stopped by to help haul rice to the market so that I can buy your favorite ginataang hito." Fender showed her a bag with only a dish and rice.

On one hand are two bags of cold water that are sold retail somewhere.

Blessy immediately lost the grip she felt. Tearfully, she hugged the young man again and kissed her on the cheek in gratitude. She's only 14 years old and he's 16 but because of the hardships of life, their minds matured first. At a young age, they understood the bitter cycle of the world.

“You can‘ don’t do that—” She couldn't continue to say when he stole a kiss from her lips. "Fender!"

He laughed and quickly guided her to sit on the clean patchwork of wood that was there. They put a plastic cellophane in their right hand and began to eat the food he brought.

"Is it delicious?"

She nodded redly, "Yes! But you don't have any more food tonight."

"So what? I can just see you happy and smiling, I'm full to the brim. You make me full already,” he teased her.

She laughed and jokingly slapped him on the arm. He was immediately adapted to what she did even weakly. Blessy suddenly confused and looked his arm only to found out that he was just joking.

“Argh! You always fooled me."

He just laughed at her and they resumed their little party. She's happy that Fender and her are set up like that. They are both young. Both grew up with squatters and the only difference was, she lived with her strict Aunt. While the young man was on the sidewalk and where he was overtaken by darkness, there he would sleep. Fender has three uncles but he is always hurt and beaten. Because Fender is naturally kind, he doesn’t resist.

Her mother and father died early, she didn't have chance to be with them but it's okay. What is important to Blessy is to live every day even though her Aunt and uncle are always beating her. So maybe why she and Fender are close to each other because they are both orphans.

"I have a gift for you."

She looked at Fender. They had just finished eating and here she was, drinking water. "What's that? Don’t make the mistake of giving me a frog again! I warn you. ”

“Silly. It’s not a frog. It’s a snake, I found it next to frog. ”

“What ?! And you give me a snake?” Annoyed, she slapped him in the arm again and he just laughed at her.

"Give me your hands."

She looked at him innocently as she artistically raised an eyebrow, "And why, huh?"

"Give it to me." Fender took her hand and placed something on it. “Rosary. It was given to me by a nun. Didn't you tell me about the rosary that your Aunt destroy?"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the rosary. It was just a simple rosary but she burst into tears of joy. She gave Fender a tight hug and thanked her again.

In everything, Fender always worries her. Even though they are both peasant, she is still the first of him to think. In fact of that, Fender is not studying. She was the only one who taught him how to write and read English. She can says Fender is quick to learn. She saw him smart and talented but because life was hard, Fender chose not to study. He just chose to live every day.

Somehow, she's now in 1st year highschool. In the extreme hardships of life, she was almost ‘unable to endroll. She even had to work hard every day because her Aunt didn't send her to school.

"You know, your cute if you cry."

"Heh!" she smirked at him. She hide the rosary he gave to her and put it inside her dress so that her Auntie could not see it. "Fender ..."

"Why?"

"15 years from now, what are we?"

"Still human."

She laughed. “You are pure nonsense. Be serious.”

"I'm really serious about us, ah."

She shuddered at what he said but did not say a word. It was only then that Blessy noticed that he had bruises on hid leg and thigh. With her excessive focus on his handsome face, she didn’t realize he had bruises.

"Where did you get that?" Suddenly her eyebrows lined up as she pointed to his large bruises.

Fender's eyes immediately widened and he hide his arm around her. "I fell down the stairs."

She does not believe. She knew he had been beaten again and she wanted to cry at that part where someone had hurt him again.

"Blessy!"

They were both surprised when her Aunt appeared. Behind her aunt is her cousin who obviously pointed out their location. Her aunt was carrying a pipe in one hand and was furious.