Chapter 349: Morning
*If it goes well, you will never have to use your old name ever again. – Nico*
Pagan loved waking up in the morning with Shiloh in bed with him. Most mornings, he woke up with her sucking on his cock. Or his balls. Or moving between the two.
This morning was no different. He moaned as his hips thrust up and she took him all the way down to his base.
“Fuck, babe.” Pagan growled.
She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed up and down on him. His hands fisted in her hair and guided her as she bobbed, and he thrust. Pagan pulled her off him and towards him for a kiss.
“I need in you.” He said between kisses.
Her hands moved to his shoulders as she moved up his body. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Shiloh wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Moving his mouth to her neck, Pagan guided her onto his cock.
“Pagan.” She sighed as his head pressed against her folds, sliding into her slickness.
He growled against her skin as he impaled her and bit down on the soft spot between her neck and shoulder.
They began to rock together, her breath coming in soft pants and quiet moans. He kept his mouth on her skin, afraid that he would let go, he would cry out and wake his daughters.
“Come for me.” He begged quietly against her neck as he picked up the tempo.
“Pagan!” she cried out softly.
Fisting her hair, he dragged her mouth to his. As she came apart around him, he stilled and let her ride it out. As her body relaxed and went limp, he rolled them so that they were angled slightly sideways on the bed. He moved his arms under her knees and then grabbed her hands.
Holding her hands at the edge of the bed, above her head, he practically bent her in half. Pounding in and out of her, their piercings adding pleasure to each other, Shiloh fought against screaming out for him.
She swallowed her scream as the world shattered around her. Pagan gave a last few rough thrusts before emptying into her. Releasing her wrists, he collapsed onto her before rolling to his back. Wrapping an arm around her, he took her with him as he remained inside her.
“I love you.” Shiloh whispered as laid her cheek on his chest.
“I love you, too.” Pagan smoothed her hair and kissed the top of her head.
They lay in the same position for several minutes before she shifted to look at him.
“I don’t like when I have to be *her*.” Shiloh admitted quietly.
“I know.” He smiled at her as he toyed with her hair.
“No. you don’t know how bad *she* is. What all *she* can do.”
“But *she’s* not you anymore. *You* are now Shiloh.” He tugged her towards him and kissed her. “It’s Shiloh that I love. It’s Shiloh that my girls love. That is who we come home to everyday. It’s not *her*. It’s never *her*.”
She smiled at him. “I love you and your girls. I don’t think *she* can love anyone.”
“I don’t care about *her*. Well,” he gave a small smile, “I do, but only because *she* was you when you were young. But that’s the only reason that I care about *her*.”
“I don’t want you to see me as *her*.” She whispered and he nodded. “I don’t want the girls to ever see me like that. I don’t want them to ever know me as *her* even briefly.”
“I’ll take the girls to the Shack for breakfast.” Pagan offered.
“Nessie won’t mind?” she asked with quiet concern in her voice.
“Not even a little bit.” He admitted with a smile.
“I like your family.” She grinned at him. “My new family.”
“That’s right, it’s our family.”
“I’m sorry that I’m making you lie to them.”
“You said that you have reasons.” He smiled at her as he tucked some hair behind her ear. “You said that you would explain it all after the meeting. I love you. And I trust you.”
“I’m trying to keep you all safe.” She said, tears filling her eyes and her voice wavering slightly. "I'm scared of what might happen."
“I know.” He assured her.
“I don’t deserve you.” She whispered as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Or your girls.”
“You deserve all three of us and so much more.” He smiled at her. “Come get a shower with me.”
Their morning showers were usually filled with teasing touches, light caresses and soft moans. This morning, Pagan could tell that she needed to not have those things. He could feel her pulling away from him, slowly sliding into her old life. Bracing for what lay ahead of her.
With her thick robe on, she sat down at the makeup table in her large closet. Her bathroom and closet were in what had once been another bedroom. His little area of the closet was the same size as a regular closet, and he was happy with that.
After getting dressed, Pagan walked over and kissed Shiloh as she brushed out her hair. “I love you, Shiloh Goode.”
“I love you too, William Goode.” She smiled at him, and he stole one more kiss before going to tell the girls that they were going to the Shack for breakfast.
“Is Shy okay?” Ashlyn asked.
“She’s just not feeling like herself today.” He said in the hallway and Shiloh smiled.
It was a perfect description of how she felt. Not like herself.
Her long black hair was full of product as she pulled it back and secured the thick twinst with simple black pins that easily disappeared. After spraying it with a lot of hairspray, she looked in the mirror and began the true transformation.
Using the specialty makeup, she covered her neck tattoos and the ones behind her ears. The ones that were on her arms were also covered and then she placed a semi-sheer sleeve over her arms. Leaving her bench, she found the bra and panty set that she kept for the other personality. Modern black lace underwire and a matching thong.
With her lingerie on, she sat back down and nudged the small heater on. Her chest tattoos were covered by liquid makeup and then the powder to set it. With most of her tattoos covered, she made up her face in a very conservative style.
Next came the thick black tights that would cover the tattoos on her legs. The red bottomed shoes had been worn very few times, and she hated putting them on. Taking them out of the box, she unzipped the dress bag from the high-end specialty store from Boston.
The black suit with a light blue shirt was nothing of what she would now wear. She hated the outfit. It was one of the few things that she kept from her old life. After dressing, she looked at the reflection in her mirror.
She hated the woman looking back at her.
