Genetic Ascension - Chapter 2016: Water Vapor [Bonus]

Chapter 2016: Water Vapor [Bonus]

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[Bonus thanks to Killerquaker (90$) and Chronotitan (10%) <3]

Sylas held Cassarae’s head in silence, his thoughts swirling.

He felt quite numb. Even now, he still couldn’t feel the blade in his chest, his body layered in so many foaming pustules of cognitive dissonance that he couldn’t really sense any of it at all.

He didn’t quite feel angry, he didn’t know what to feel at all… other than a weight. Just an endless weight that covered his skies and compressed even the earth beneath his feet.

It was a weight he didn’t know how to get rid of, one that was so subtle, and yet always there, and the more he focused on it, the heavier it seemed to become.

And that was when he realized something…

It wasn’t going anywhere.

Sylas didn’t know how he ended up in his bedroom. Was it even his bedroom at all? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t spend much time sleeping back on Earth so it would have been foreign to him regardless of how he looked at it.

He felt hands moving across his chest, the faint feeling of what must have been Cassarae cleaning his wound and patching him up prodding at the dense cloud that hung over him.

Soon, even that feeling faded and then he felt a new weight land atop him. This one was much softer, much more pleasing.

Sylas realized that this felt quite familiar to him. It was something he had experienced the last few days, a silent support that came from a woman who lay by his side without asking for or wanting for anything.

The difference was that while in the last few days it had been Nosphaleen, now it was Cassarae who curled around his body, her Will exuding a peace and demureness that simply hadn’t been there before.

He could feel it.

Maybe before now, she had never truly felt secure by his side. She trusted him, and believed that he could accomplish anything he set his mind to, but that had never translated to the belief that he would do whatever it took to protect her.

And how could she have felt that way? She always thought that he was one more tweak, one more change of his mind, from abandoning her all over again just like he had before.

It might be the case that that feeling wasn’t entirely gone even now. But what she had decided was that Sylas had sacrificed enough that she didn’t want to punish him for a mistake he had made as a teenager anymore.

And so, she lay there, giving him her warmth and silently listening to the beat of his heart. She couldn’t bring herself to smile, but she contradictorily felt more happy than she had maybe in her entire life.

Sylas had chosen her.

There was something about that that came with its own weight, almost as though a decision that Sylas Grimblade made was worth far more than its mass in gold.

Sylas looked down at her, only to find that Cassarae had looked up at the same time. Their eyes met for a silent moment, a cross of emerald and blue, and a mismatch of Wills that somehow both repelled and intertwined.

And then Cassarae kissed him.

It was a soft kiss. It didn’t carry the same usual passion their last several had. It was the sort of kiss she hadn’t given him since they were teenagers, a kiss that bloomed the same way her heart did, one that felt hot to her lips and sent a soothing warmth down the length of her throat and toward her throbbing heart.

Cassarae’s breath came out heavy and a small squeak left her lips. She immediately pulled back, her face flushing. She sat up, pressing a hand to her heart, but no matter how she tried to breathe, nothing seemed to stop the beating.

Sylas’ effect on her was too great. Before, it had been restrained because of how much of herself she had held back, but the moment she opened up it was like the flood gates had erupted, both figuratively and literally.

But she didn’t know what to do. It almost scared her.

If they combined now, she might fall even further than she had before. There was already nothing she wouldn’t do for this man, but now it was like she was practically being pulled up by his puppet strings.

She looked away at the point in the room furthest from Sylas, but the air felt hot. It was almost like she was heaving in water vapor rather than oxygen.

Where was the air? Why couldn’t she find any of it.

Cassarae was practically choking when a hand firmly gripped around her throat.

It was the sort of thing that should have made her pass out. She was already on the verge of it, her face going so red it was almost to the point of becoming violet. Every hint of clothing she had feeling as though it had been lathered in oil and stuck to her skin.

But the moment that hand grabbed her throat, pulling her lips toward the embrace it had truly been looking for all along, the sparks of electricity that ran down her neck and through her spine ripped her out of her reverie and back to reality.

The squeak she had released earlier became a moan, and the pulsing of her Will shredded every hint of clothing in the room into ribbons finer than dust.

Her body pitched up a bit, the grip Sylas had on her neck making her feel tingly down to her very toes as her lips were forced onto his.

Soon, she was pinned beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as a pressure built up between her thighs.

Their heavy breathing mixed, their noses touching, their eyes laser focused in on the other’s pupils as though to stare into their souls.

And then Cassarae shivered, her legs shaking so violently when she felt something pierce her that her vision went black for a moment.

She didn’t know if she would survive to the end of this one.

Erdiul’s Note: Yeah…. Idk about this one mate. Nosphaleen was 10x more interesting than whatever Cassarae is supposed to be. But whatever I guess. Whenever Cassarae is present, it’s either to talk shit to sylas or get fucked. Super boring.