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When she saw Ikaris' beams hit drag, her heart fell as pain engulfed the fear and shock that she missed the moment Druig got grabbed. She thought no; she hoped Ikarus was just stubborn; he wouldn't hurt them. They were his family. Rage filled what semblance of a soul that didn't just die when Ikarus told her that he'd killed Druig. She rarely used her voice; speech and hearing weren't helpful when one broke the sound barrier regularly. It was the first time she had screamed in her life. She had wished secretly a long time ago during and before Tenochtitlán that her first scream would be one of joy and maybe of pleasure, but now Ikarus took that away; her first scream was now that of anguish. Her desperate sadness channelled into prowess to kick Ikaris' ass. The overprotective wanna-be leader who in every situation never bothered to ask how the rest of us feel, The I'm always right solider boy, deserved it. Lying to them for centuries, killing Ajak, and then killing Druig on top of it? Yeah, that sealed the deal for her; the fight persisted. Each punch felt stronger. She didn't just want to stop him; she tried to destroy him. When that beam hit her, a small part of her wanted death, wanted it to be over. She knew druid wouldn't want that.

Contrary to Ikarus's view of druig, in reality, druig and Ikarus were very similar druig was protective, too protective, overly protective. He viewed humans more like the children he needed to protect. Druig could do more than control them; he could hear their thought and feel the emotions of those around him and those he influenced. Sersi didn't like it when druig controlled humans but she and Ajak knew just like I did that druig loved too profoundly, and his attitude was his wall to protect his heart.

Sersi was now going to Tiamut; there was no other way now; a celestial had to die. Phastos had the foresight to build a weapon to capture Ikarus.

And then it was over.

They did it, they stopped the Emergence, they saved the planet. But at what cost, Makkari thought. Druig was gone. Her heartfelt heavy riddled with guilt. She wished she had spent more time with him maybe acknowledged the feelings she buried. She was eternal. There was no need for love, especially once they had returned to Olympia, and they would all go their separate ways. Her face clenched at the thought with the knowledge that Olympia wasn't even real. Wasting time would usually infuriate her, but she had lost too much to feel fury, only pain.

The vibration hit her first, and she knew his steps. She had memorised the exact amount of pressure he placed in each step. by some miracle, 

"It can't be," she though

"Why can't it be, my beautiful Makkari" she heard within her mind in response.

Makkari turned as they hit the sand, face falling in agony and relief at the sight of Druig; he strutted forward acting as if he was okay, but the vibrations echoed wrong, proving his aching with the slight limps in pain, but he was alive. Her lips had trembled, eyes welling with tears as she realised that he was okay, that Ikaris had failed in his homicide. Makkari had to half-run to him, feet staggering over the sand as he made his way to her. She'd never felt relief like she had then, the way he held her close, burying his face in her neck as they embraced. The warmth emanating from the embrace of their hug was the perfect comfort after all that had transpired today. His eyes opened, their forehead pressed against the other, looking at her with longing eyes. When he pulled back, she thought for sure he was going to kiss her.  

"It's okay. It's okay," Druig whispered, her eyes closed as honed in, feeling the vibrations from his words as his thoughts comforted her.

"Are you sure" Makkari replied in their mental union. 

Opening her eyes to staring into his. The ting of a smile gripped her face. The type of smile only- love- can bring forth. Finally, after all this time, maybe this could be the moment where they could admit…

She was disappointed when Druig took her hand, and they walked to rejoin the group, which was nice.  

Really nice. Makkari guessed?

She couldn't complain about that. But it wasn't what she'd wanted. They were together, and that's what mattered for now. With the time limit of the Emergence gone, they might have centuries to figure it out if they wanted.

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The Domo was a wreck; Phastos and Sersi examined the damage. Thena went to clean the Deviant blood off of her skin. Sprite chose to stay alone, exploring her new human body, trying to see if she had already aged. They sat in the furthest room from the group; they just wanted to be alone in the presence of each other. 

"What will you do now," Makkari signed "will you go back to Peru ?"

"I don't really know; before I left, I freed the humans in my care. I don't know if they will want me back."

Were you an asshole, did you sacrifice or bring harm to any of them, were you abusive, were you Jim jones?" She signed

A shock, Druig said, "No, you know I would never harm them. I just wanted to protect them."

Makkari placed a hand to his cheek and signed with the other, "Then why would they hate you?"

Druig smiled softly, bringing his forehead to her, staying in each other's arms until they heard phastos calling for help from the others to get the domo working again.

It took them 4 days to get the Domo up and working, well capable of flight anyway. That night was cold, as they finally moved the Domo to Ajak's farm so that Phastos could work better. They settled at Ajak's house, Makkari still couldn't sleep. Her adrenaline was still going, having to help run everyone from fixing the Domo to helping to sort out the world, secretly, of course, and having to clean up the damage of "her stuff" back to South Dakota, either. She needed to go check on him, to have that reminder that he was really there, that he was alive. So, doing her best to not wake the others by stepping on a squeaky floorboard, Makkari carefully made her way over to the guest room Druig had chosen his temporary residence.

Kingo called her Miss Havisham, Kingo though quirky, always had an eye to see the unseen, especially regarding relationships. Havisham, a poem written in 1993 by Carol Ann Duffy, expresses Miss Havisham's anger at her fiancé and her bitter rage over the wedding-day trauma and jilted abandonment of him leaving her at the altar.

Druig left that night, left her there in that temple. 

Druig starred at the ceiling either. He mentally berated himself for letting Ikarus break him; he had just almost died. Druig still hadn't had the guts to finally kiss the woman he'd admired for centuries now. He'd hidden his affections behind the convenient veil of small flirts, speaking where she would not see his lips, his jokes and teasing. 

Here it was, the perfect opportunity for her to either embrace the potential of a future or to shove him away without forcing a cruel rejection. Fear built up in Makkari's heart about her choice, so why was there a smile on his face? 

His door was open; over the past few days, Ajak’s home had become stuffy, the rooms needed to breathe. Makkari walked over, standing in the door frame, watching the smile plastered all over his face. He could only assume about what he thought what joke or antic he would play on her next. Before the Emergence, she had always seen his advances as pointless. She'd always just roll her eyes with a smile at his antics. Though his antics had always reassured her. Druig was the only man that didn't see her as a sister or a toy to call her beautiful. Makkari Neither rejected nor confirmed her feelings to him. Maybe now, thanks to their freedom through learning the truth of their origins, one of them would finally make a move. Getting out of this pattern they'd held for so long.  

But, the kiss at the end of the story fairytale kiss Disney so heavily pushed was lost. He'd held back on kissing her then, had they lost the opportune moment—and she'd held back too. 

So, here they were despite everything that had happened—from having his entire knowledge, lifelong belief system that he was there to save humanity, turned upside down. There she stood at his door, he lied sleepless staring at the ceiling with a smile on his face, the future uncertain, but he had a chance to fulfil his want and finally keep the promise he made to his daughter.

The floorboard ad Hingis of the door alerted him the smiling Eternal to her presence as she peeked through the door.

"Makkari!" he greeted her, both with his voice and in sign.

"You… couldn't sleep either?" she signed back at him, still curious as to his smile.

"I couldn't… there's… a lot to think about. That's what brings you here?"

 "I wanted… I wanted to check that you were still here." She signed slowly, sadly. "I was worried about you," she admitted. It broke him to see her sad. All he had ever wanted was her joy and safety. Really, he would do anything, defy any celestial, to ensure she never looked that hurt again.

He gestured for her to come inside to find a seat. She padded in, softly closing the door behind her as he offered her a seat beside him on the guest bed. It didn't occur to him then how intimate this was. For the past 500 years, he had lived alone save for his daughter in a commune. Yes, there was the occasional female who would do her very best to seduce him. 

For a split second druig remembered back, how desperate and obsessed come of the women got the most recent was actually only weeks ago when Anila the eldest daughter of his right-hand man, knowing druig like to meditate late at night at the farthest end of the river — a section of land much too dangerous for humans came down in nothing. Still, the wooden blue overdress some of the girls wore. Only for her to take it off in front of him and try to press herself into him to arouse his sensibility. Druig was not having it and completed the woman to put her clothes back on. Unfortunately, he also could hear her deepest thoughts; usually, druig would leave that part of the human mind alone, but his curiosity for her motives and the things he was hearing got the better of him. The downside is that he saw a fictional version of himself doing things to her that would make even a pornstar blush. The upside is that he now had an idea of what he wanted to do to Makkari if he could ever coke her into his bed or on the table.

Both Makkari and druig were in their sleepwear which under normal circumstances would not hold any issue. These were not those circumstances; he wore only a pair of baggy loose grey sleeping pants during hated tight pants and cursed the day skinny jeans were invented for men. Makkari wore a knee-length thin vermilion tank top with grey trim with grey sleep shorts hidden underneath.  

He could not have asked for a more beautiful sight. Druig would be lying if he said he did not have envy for the couples in the village. He told himself he imagined that her eyes looked up and down at his form and the tinge of a small smile with flustered cheeks as she sat down. As soon as she'd settled beside him, she leapt into his arms, into a warm embrace, burying her face into the crevasse between his neck and shoulder as she held him close as if he'd slip away at any moment.

"It's all right, my beautiful Makkari, I'm still here…" he murmured and knowing that she could sense his words from the vibrations.

 He rubbed circles into her back. It was more reassuring himself as much as her. It had not sunk in yet, what had happened to him. Right after they had been fixing the Domo healing, so it had not sunk in that he'd almost died. What that would mean for her was slowly dawning. The woman he'd pined for in secret clung to him, seeking comfort in his arms.

Makkari pulled away, signing, "I was scared; you had died from Ikarus attack. That I lost you again, permanently, this time."

"Lose me… again?"

"Tenochtitlan," she answered. "You left us. You left me."

Shit! He thought. He had always considered that differently; earlier that night, she told him to be strong. He was strong, too strong, and it hursts being strong, seeing the people he yearned to protect, kill each other and Ajak for-baying him from stopping them. It had always pained him that she did not follow him, that she let him leave without any of her usual protests.  

He does not regret it. He stood by the decision then; he couldn't just let a genocide slide by because of some nebulous principles set by Arishem, his secret plan. He stood by that even more now, knowing that Arishem, dear old dad, himself had been a genocidal asshole.

 "You didn't follow me…" he answered, trying to phrase it carefully "you didn't stop me…" he tried to keep his voice straight, wanting to hide its breaking ", you didn't protest."

"I... I couldn't choose…I couldn't just abandon the others!" she explained, sadness and conflict-filled so apparent on her face. "And…You didn't look back at me."

That stung; he wanted to find her deep down he did, but he was too angry that night.

"Ajak disbanded us soon after you left." Makkari's head held down before continuing to sign, "you went off to your isolation," she continued, "I knew you were safe. And I saw you with her…."  

Her? Who could Makkari be… oh, does she mean Kida?

Druig was distracted by the question of who she would be to see the beginning of what Makkari was signing. 

"Even if I never saw you, even though I missed you greatly, I knew you were out there alive. That maybe we could meet again someday, maybe on our way home to Olympia."

 "But, when we rejoined, all of that information coming at once, when Ikaris said he killed you…" she trailed off, and he saw tears threaten to form in her eyes.

He reached out to gently rest a hand on hers clasping it tightly around.

"I'm here now," he reassured.

A small smile brightened her lovely face.

"My beautiful, beautiful Druig," she signed, looking into his eyes.

A bolt of lightning. That was the. The moment he realised he was not, so secret call for her was returned. She really just call him hers. Had she really just returned his flirting after all this time?

Makkari had convinced druig for the last three days to return to Peru. Making their way through the Amazon brush was the easiest thing Druig and Makkari had done over the previous four days. Coming upon the village made drugs heart race, he had taken care of this band of humans for twenty generations, kept them away from technology, kept them isolated, kept them controlled. Druig still had a limp; Ajak was no longer here to heal them; the one mother he knew was gone. He had left in anger, anger fuelled by her restriction, stopping him from stoping the humans from killing each other. It was only after he left, as he was walking the earth fighting in a tug of war about whether or not to return. This time wasn't easy and wasn't learnt alone.

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He met her; lost in the amazon, he smelt the petrichor, which meant rain.

He saw a gathering of humans enclosing a pit; he could hear the echoes of a woman screaming. Without thinking, he controlled the men, compelling them to retrieve the women. The men though being influenced, seemed to take their own sweet time. As they prepared to retrieve the crying woman, the wind had picked up violently. Druig could sense it; this was no longer just rain; it was a storm. Thunder bellowed as they pulled up the woman to the surface. As her body broke the horizon, joining the surface to the pit, Druig could only look in shock and horror as the naked, pregnant woman cowered in fear of the men who only days ago through her into the pit and moment ago taunted her plight. He could look at the men in displeasure, forcing them to fall into a deep sleep on the forest floor. He walks over to the woman. He had nothing to cover her with to shelter her from the cold and rain. Looking around, he decided to take the cook of one of the men to use as a cover. He melded, trying not to scare her to ask her name, but he couldn't as if the universe count gets any more cheeky near days after the fall of Tenochtitlan. He finds a human he cannot compel or meld with. He spoke the common tongue, hoping she understood. The small villages are hidden deep within the rain forest usually spoke their own language, and women were less likely to speak other tongues if they did not come from a training family or the head family of their village. 

"What is your name?" Druig asked

"Kida," she replies softly, still shaking in fear, or maybe it was the cold. 

"I am Druig," 

"You are one of them, one of the Gods" if he mistook her shaking for the cold, know he knew her shaking was fear.

"I won't harm you", Druig responded, hands up just as lightning flashed in the sky behind him and thunder cried out through the sky.

Druig laughs to himself, realising how he must look to this human filled with superstition, saying he was friendly only for the earth to say otherwise.

"We need to get out of this storm. This area is prone to flooding it is a dead river except when it rains, that is when the river comes back to life." 

Her voice sounded confident, yet he could still hear the quivers of fear.

They found shelter just in time for the wind and rain to peek. Kida's hut was away from the nearest village, isolated and just her.

Druig stoked a fire to warm them both. Druig saw her muscles contract; it couldn't be labour. She was pregnant, yes, but he only assumes from the stories Makkari would tell him from her having to even now and the help Sersi and Ajak help a human deliver her baby. Usually, when they went to small farms outside of the kingdom cities, they helped construct with the humans. He estimated she was around three months along.

"May I ask why those men put you in a pit,"

"I fell in love with the chief of the village near here; the chief did not like the idea of his son and I, especially after this one was made," she said, holding her stomach. 

"They called me a witch in the village and deemed I should be put to death and threw me into the pit" sadness plastered her face ask those words left.

 It was a lovely story, believable too but druig new better, the village near here was familiar, not to him but to Makkari. She interacted with all the villages during her morning and afternoon runs as well as scouting missions. He knew that of the three villages around the city, only the one on the farthest side of Tenochtitlán said the chief had a son, and that was in the opposite direction from the root he took. If sprite was here, she would be excited to find out the truth search would be reassuring, Ajak would be motherly, calm, and stern, Ikarus would be a pain and phastos, and Kingo would not care. Phastos is too busy building, Kingo either bowing to Ikarus or helping cause mischief with sprite. Makkari, thinking her name caused him pain, he should not have left. He should not have left her without speaking to her. She would be too busy exploring; he loved her curiosity, herb drive for adventure, and knowledge.

"Hmm, well, I know you are lying, God, remember", drug shrugged "it matters not in my opinion" his words sent shock across her.

He tried it again; he tried to control her mind but he couldn't.this was odd and very uncomfortable.

"I do know the village near her the chief had a daughter who recently died." Druig watched her intently

What made this woman this human immune to the power of an eternal.

"Is that what they are saying about me?" Kida said softly like she couldn't be heard, but he did listen to her.

"I am stuck here, so until I leave, you are free to tell me the truth."

Silence filled the room for hours, druig was nodding off to sleep from the beautiful song the stone brought

Without notice or thinking, druig was asleep, Kida spoke, "I am the daughter of the chief of the nearby village, I did fall in love but not with one of my kind, a Spaniard, he was gentle and kind, he was injured, my village unaware of the true nature of the Spanish took care of him we fell in love we made love. Then my village found out about our affair, it didn't help that a Spaniard looking for my John killed members of my village. They killed him before I could defend him. I hid my misgivings, but my ass of sister found out and revealed it to the village. My father ordered the child's death, but I said no; he said I betrayed them just like my mother and ordered me sent to the pit. 

  "So why were they laughing?" He knew the answer, but he wanted to confirm. She was fully naked, blood on her leg, and those men had their penis' out.

"They…" she began. He heard the pain

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"You need not say any more, I am sorry I didn't arrive sooner", druig now fully awake, sitting up and looking at her.

"How could you? You were lost," Kida said nonchalantly, peaking druig's uncomfortability.

"How do you?…" he said, now standing erect as an upward plank.

Shoulders back chest forward, hands clasped infant of him. It was the pose he made after a battle or during a heated discussion where he was forcing himself to say calm.

"I.. tend to know things," Kida was whimpering her words now as if she was preparing to be punished for this knowledge.

It was too familiar to her druig noted. 

"The healer of our village said that I was possessed by a spirit of knowledge."

Druig could only wonder if whatever afflicted Kida was the cause of his incapability of controlling her.

"In the morning, take me to your village" it wasn't a request; it was an order.

The storm had battered all night, Druig got about three hours of sleep. His curiosity of her affliction created a problem if there were more like her; his plan to take control of all the humans now had a wedge as the humans he couldn't control had the potential to create 'problems'.

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It had been five days at the farm, What straw wheels remain, laying on their earthen bed, soaking up the light and lending their aroma to the day as it unfolds like an old picture film. Every colour is made more cheerful under the sky that is made all the more beautiful by the dispersed clouds. Frost took over the air, the smallest bit of sunshine that radiates white light. Perhaps this is nature's pride, this modest sight of the changing seasons, and the greatest blessing is to experience its beauty once more, winter truly was here now as frost began to overtake the soil, repairing the Domo before they discussed it all. They danced around it, not avoiding one another, which was physically impossible given that Phastos had them hard at work assisting him in repairing Ikarus' disaster. Kingo had rejoined the group at the farm, and while he was saddened to learn of the deaths of the dreaming celestial and Ikarus, he was overjoyed to see his family. But even the great monarch couldn't avoid the rebuilding process, which phastos referred to as punishment for not joining the conflict; regardless of which side he supported, he wasn't there, and that was bad enough.

They were stranded on a ship, in the middle of Idaho, on a farm. It was a delicate dance that Druig and Makkari had mastered over the years. They did converse, but it was about everything else. She told him about all the secret temples and ruins they went into and "retrieved" items during their time apart, how he took care of his town in Peru and his paintings. Druig had gotten into painting as just a side hobby through the centuries.

To no one's astonishment, except maybe Druig, it took less than five days following their appearance to complete their new relationship. That night was full of anxiety and the discomfort that comes with being inexperienced. Makkari made a joke about how they should have sought Sersi and Ikarus for advice, which made them chuckle. Druig would never tell her that the thought of seeking his cousin for advice on how to fail at what should have been an eternal love worried him, but he chuckled about it later.

They had never done anything like this before. To fall in love. Makkari, in particular, had never taken a lover in her 7000 years of life, and she had no desire to do so. That was partially correct, there was one...

Regardless of whether Druig was her actual first love, he was also the first to make her feel insecure. This didn't bother Makkari since she never aged and, no matter how much she ate, she never gained a pound—well, none of them did actually.

No, it wasn't her physique or demeanour that bored this freckle's spell of inadequacy, it was a lady, druig would make hazy references to her generally when he spoke about his tiny hamlet, and the events that happened after he left.

Druig couldn't sleep that night. His chest was tight and restricted, his hands were jittery, and his mind was racing to the point of a migraine. It may be because of the quantity of sharing work that Phastos was pressing him to do, or it could be... They made the decision to go, find other Eternals, and tell them the truth. Druig adored Peru, but he was terrified of returning. There was no justification for his worry, no fear was the wrong word; he felt insufficient to lead right now. Wasn't he sent to protect? 

No druid, like his other Eternals, such as his Makkari, was assigned to guard and assist humans to reproduce like cattle ripe for slaughter. He was assigned to be their destruction rather than their saviour, and he actually resembled his legendary counterpart Hades. He could hear Thena's thoughts; she was alone in her grief and dignity, mourning Gilgamesh.

The uni mind the connection he made with the celestial though brief thanks to Ikarus awoke something, Druid just didn’t know what. Then he thought of Makkari, beautiful beautiful Makkari, his mind calmed but the tightening in his chest grew to near pain along with a certain lower extremity. 

Knock knock

Was it her? Did he conjure her? If there was a God he could pray to he would only pray for it to be her at his door.

“Hey druig, phastos wants to know if you will be coming down for movie night, we are going to be watching my best-made picture.”  The disappointment at hearing kings voice was enough to kill any feeling of desire he was building up in anticipation for Makkari to be back where she belonged - In his arms, in his bed- 

“No, Kingo I’m good,” druig said now sitting up atop the bed.

“Makkari is gonna be there,” his voice taunting Druig. Kingo was a lot of things, stupid was not one of them. In fact, Kingo was probable the most emotionally aware of them who was still alive.

“And here I thought you had redhead the point where you would follow or dear Ms Havashem to the end of the world” Kingo’s snark was unmistakable, he could sense the smile plastered all over kings face he was trying to drag him out.

Kingo was not wrong, Druig had always found it easy to follow Makkari. Even without the ability to verbally articulate her words she was brilliant, she was never shy about dragging him along with her. She was too much for him at times but he loved it nether less. 

When The weight of humanities nature began to bear down on his mind and the feeling of weakness took over from being unable to help. Makkari always knew. 

Druig sank himself deeper into the bed, he was always the most human-like of the immortals. Sersi was compassionate, Ajak was authoritative, and Gilgamesh was sympathetic, but Druig had a feeling. To the extent that he despised this confession, he felt the strongest of eternal love, fear, righteousness, anger and fear. It was a blessing and a burden at the same time.

When she saw his blue eyes she would sign “stay strong.” 

It was shocking to Druig at first, her attention to detail, to him, as if she could read his mind. the way she always knew when he was overwhelmed by the world, by the mission, she was always there. He began to drift as every muscle relaxed- the memories of their time together, of her comfort, filled him- the one night he will never speak about. He heard her mind enter the vicinity.

The Domo’s stone-like dark green walls always offered Makkari comfort, found herself reading, skimming through the book to refresh her memory. A storey of a woman who had a mental breakdown when her husband abandoned her at the altar, spending the rest of her days in a crumbling house wearing her wedding gown and generally unable to get over the loss.

Kingo may not have known the exact nature or depth of her and Druig's connection, but the fact that Kingo likened her to someone abandoned by her husband, and regardless of the fact that Makkari emotionally protested how she had gone out and explored the globe afterwards, accumulating all these artefacts, she never could deny that she had also pined for Druig, her lost love.

She could not shake the feeling that she would fall asleep and upon awakening, the word be gone… permanently. She could no longer take it… she needed him.

She ran, stoping and rounding back the corner as she saw Kingo leave Druig’s door. 

“Makkari digs waiting on you” Kingo signed and patted her on the shoulder 

Walking backwards so that he could face her “Don’t worry I will get everyone out of the house” were the final words he signed with an evil smile on his face

The wool sleeveless red floral dress was unlike Makkari’s style but it suit her well. The dress hugged her figure in all the right places and flared at the waist and cut off at the knee. With each step making the floor creak, Makkari paced by Druig’s door contemplating what to do, what to say to him. He opened the door slowly, each creak alerting everyone around to his presence. He could see the beginning result of her repetitive steps, slowly creating a rut in the floor

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"Do you have something on your mind, love?" Makkari realised she'd wandered off in thinking again when Druig questioned, signing slowly.

Flustered she quickly signed “The others sent me to help you move stuff around,” 

This was the sort of blush that revealed the soul, a complement to the eyes and the exquisite beauty within. It demonstrates a connection, that the grin and timidity are the results of some profound feeling... and that's a great thing, something genuine.

Druig knew she was lying, once she turned to face him, he knew. 

 Sure, they'd cleared out a chunk of the ship in preparation for the Emergence, but a large portion of Makkari's "collection" had simply been tossed off to other locations like dust pushed under a rug and now needed to be dealt with.

"I'm not sure if it implies they've embraced us or if they're still clueless," Makkari signed.

“It scares me, actually” she continued

“Why” Druig was worried about her fear, he wanted it gone he wanted to fix it.

“ I'm afraid we will end up like search and Ikarus,” There, there it was, she said it, what he was feeling. 

“ Beautiful, Beautiful Makkari,” drag reached for hr cheek “ I know, I feel the same way.”

“You do?” It shocked her, in a good way. It meant he was serious, serious about them.

“I'm afraid you’ll see something about me you won’t like, or I will make the same horrid choices in this relationship as my cousin” he held her hand drawing circles in her palm.

Makkari could do nothing but smile.

“Earlier phastos asked me to go with jack into town to get food for the rest of our stay as a certain someone is eating house out of house and home.” A cheeky smirk rose on his face with her final words.

“ I would love to,” he signed back “I wished I had taken you with me” he whispered

“Do you think we will have time to stop and look in the shops?” Makkari asked. 

“We will have all day won’t we?” He eased her into the room with slight gestures

Druig couldn’t remember how long it took him the last time before Makkari was in his lap kissing him. If she came straight towards him or if they sat there awkwardly before crashing together. Who cares, It didn’t matter when the taste of her was all he wanted on his tongue. The thought of repeating that night made a smile rise on his face.

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Later that night in his bedroom, Druig was unable to fall asleep. They had ended up spending more than three hours just talking. He had not laughed so much in his life and had only just managed to refrain from kissing her. He had walked with her around the Domo “cleaning” and had felt the urge to take her into his arms and bury his lips on hers. Now in his bed, with his hands clasped at the back of his head as he stared up at the intricate pattern of the ceiling, he recalled every bit of the conversation. She had a way of telling a story that “made one appears to be present and he had been drawn into the dramas she had presented as she told him of her childhood. He had gotten a complete picture of her as a girl growing up and got the impression she was the smartest in her family.

And she was beautiful. The wool dress she had worn to meet him outlined every generous curve and he allowed his thoughts to get away from him. He closed his eyes and remembered the taste and texture of her lips and the sweet exploration of her mouth. His cock hardened immediately, and a groan escaped him, his hips shifting restlessly.

He’s right here, and she wants nothing more than to close the gap between them until he falls into her.  She was boiling over, ready to have him, ready for him to have me any way he wishes.
Makkari stretches her arms up over her head and wriggles her body into his mattress.
His chest ticks with a silent laugh echoed from him. “Whatever it is you’re doing, keep doing it.” A seam of moonlight coming from the window catches his features, exposing the fact he clearly approves.

“I’m settling in.” She twists his hips into the bed. “I think I could get a good night’s sleep here.” She signed

“Oh, sweetie”—he growls it out as the smile slides off his face —“if you spent the night in my room, there wouldn’t be a whole hell of a lot of sleeping going on.” His fiery breath sears over Makkari's’ mouth like a promise as she felt the vibrations of his words. “And, if you did happen to fall asleep, I’d be guilty of doing something very, very wrong.”

Makkari's fingers ran down his granite-like abs and unbutton his jeans. She glided down the bed and plant a kiss just above his boxers.

“I don’t plan on sleeping,” she signed, it like a threat. “And…”

“Good” He rumbles in her ear with a kiss on her forehead. Maker felt the vibration of his heartbeats over my shoulder like a hammer, straight to the bone.

 “And I will teach you. Trust me, I plan on leaving no stone unturned. It will be a thorough, thorough lesson. I promise.” He holds up a hand like a Boy Scout. “You’re going to be amazing. I already know this.” She began to undress and kiss his neck trailing downwards. 
“No,” he said

“No, what?” She signed and bent her head and placed a moist tender kiss on his naked, lightly hair-covered chest. 
Druig gasped and closed his eyes from the wonderful sensation of having Makkari’s lips on him. She testily licked one of his nipples and he bit down on the back of his teeth willing himself to be patient and not give in to the need to rush things, just because it's been a while since he made love to a woman. 

She pulled back to look up into his face. “You were saying?” She arched an eyebrow in question. 

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Her smell was intoxicating, she recently washed her hair.  And her skin smelt of milk and honey. This night was better than any fantasy. What is it about sex fantasies that makes them feel so far away from reality? I suppose it's all part of the endorphin rush. A few seconds into the fantasy and I'm free of the higher brain's problems, joyful with my sweetheart, in a place where pleasure reigns supreme.

Give me a moment,” he said and stood, quickly toeing off his shoes, before shuffling down his pants and boxer-briefs, kicking them aside. 
She came upon her elbows as he stood proudly before her. She admired the security he had in his skin. It was powerful and sexy. Makkari appreciated the care he took in his body over the centuries. He was lean and muscular, a body proof that he did not simply rule as a king but laboured with the people in Peru. His penis was standing proud reaching towards his navel, trails of bluish-green veins protruding its length. It was intimidating in some ways, but she couldn’t be more, please. 
Druig smiled his welcome moving to join her on the bed his heavy leg pinning her to the bed as he eased her onto her back. Makkari welcomed the weight and feel of his naked heated flesh against hers. 

Druig continued to hold her motionless wrapping his hands across her thighs so that she was almost sitting on him. Blood raced through his ears so loudly that he almost, missed the whines, the cry and gasps from the woman sitting on his lap. He felt them more in the jolts and spasms. Druig grinned as his tongue and lips stroked over her tongue and lips.

“I’m glad it’s you, and you're my first” she managed to sign, her hand shaking with all her emotions and anticipation. No man had ever gloried in her body as Druig was doing not without ill-intent at least. If anything it made her love him even more. 

‘Hopefully, you will be my last.’ She thought hoping Druig could hear the words she could not say aloud. 

She didn’t want to jinx any possibility of a future with him, by making him think she expected more than what they'd already shared. 
Makkari tensed and he must have sensed it. He lifted his dark head and looked into her eyes. 

“Beautiful, if I do anything to make you uncomfortable, or anything that you enjoy the most,” he kissed the corners of her mouth. “Tell me.” 

He shifted his hand between the space that wanted to connect moving it over her in wet hot delight. Druig knew Makkari was the greatest thing he'd ever tasted, and he'd sooner die than never have it again. She was his fountain. As she glided down his chest, Makkari gratefully let go of her tight grasp on his black hair.

Her legs spread apart as druig embraced her clit giving it delicate kisses. He started groaning as soon as he tasted her. The tremors reverberated throughout her body. They didn't stop once they started. She fell gladly into the worship, leaning back on her elbows. As her clit sang in relief and joy, heat pebbled her nipples. As he pulled her along, she could feel the tremors in her own chest.

Makkari jerked and gasped as pleasurable pain shot through her lower extremities. The growing sensitivity of her clitoris almost became unbearable as he suckled and manipulated it with the hotness of his mouth. Spreading her lips further he began to suckle on her centre again, then each fold. He kept alternating between kisses, suckles and inserting his fingers to add extra stimuli to her clit. Druig reached for her small but plump breasts to fiddle with. She came again and over again, Druig's head securely clenched between her sweaty legs, before fainting over him. Her breathing came out rough and ragged while shaky fingers combed through the silky- smoothness of his dark hair and scraped her nails across his scalp. 

She could feel her wet juices flowing between the crack of her ass as her body trembled against the waves of another orgasm. His deep chuckle brought her back to consciousness and she opened her eyes to find him leaning over her with a big beautiful smile, his lips red and full from the ultimate kiss he shared with her. 

“My God woman, you taste wonderful! Sweet, just like I imagined.” He dipped his head and placed a tender kiss on her lips before pulling back to look at her once more to say, “I would never need another meal if I could live down there between your legs.” 

For the first time, druig thought about using a condom, Ikarus and Sersi had been to either for the better part of 7000 years and no offer came from theirs many unions. And it was not as if he or Makkari carried an STD from the non-existing humans they were with.

 Her hands were shaking, Her eyes going back to his beautiful erection as he tore open the pack with his teeth and placed the condom on its weeping tip before rolling the condom down to encase him. “Can I touch it?”  She signed

“Please do,” he managed while looking her over seductively. 

Makkari reached out and ran a finger along the length of his penis and it moved. She released a surprised squeal and drew back her hand in laughter.

Druig laughed with her, taking her hand in his he guided it back down between his legs and guided her fingers. 
She felt his voice vibrate tightly with need when he said, “I like to be held like this.” He squeezed her hand around him and gasped, “With that much pressure. Now move your hand like this. That’s it.” 

She was now on her knees rubbing the un small circles the length of his cock stroking him, taking her queue from his moans and heavy breathing. Just looking at his face turned her on, and the aroma of musky arousal permeated her nostrils, she wasn’t sure if it was him, her, or the both of them. Moisture grew hot and heavy between her thighs as she sat on her legs beside him, her breast pressed against his side. 
She moved her legs apart to make room for his curious hand, which began by stroking her round butt cheeks before diving in the cleft and etching downward to locate her moist sticky labia. Mary bit her bottom lip and moaned against his fingers, stimulating him just the way he wanted it. She didn't miss his open exploration of her hand on his cock. She leaned in Licking slightly as if it were a lollipop before allowing her mouth to encompass him.

“Now,” she signed hands shaking while panted frantically. “I want you inside me...now.” 

Makkari stood up crawling back onto the bed. Druid climbs atop her this time extending her legs wider than usual. Taking his cock in hand, he settled himself on her entrance easing the head in. She tensed as she felt him come up against her barrier before he pushed his way through and plunged deeply into her. He desired that she be able to see. At her entry, she can see his cock. Makkari cried out, her nails biting into his shoulders as a burning sensation followed by a pressure of impossible fullness invaded her body. Thankful he held himself up on his arms to keep his slender hips still. She needed a moment to adjust to the length and girth of his cock buried inside her vaginal canal. 

“Damn, you feel so fucking good.” He grunted. “I don’t know if I can hold this erection. It’s been a while and I feel as if I’m about to explode.” 

“Are you okay?” She signed temporarily alarmed by the redness of his face. A vein was visibly pumping in his forehead and his shoulders were visibly tense beneath her fingers. 

“Oh yeah,” he blew out a puff of air. “Whew!” He grinned and winked at her. “I got it under control and it’s I that should be asking that question. Are you okay?” 

Hot tears were falling down the sides of her face and she didn’t know why, she wasn’t in any pain, just a dull achy throbbing from her vaginal muscles adjusting to the invasion.  As he slipped inside her, she saw and felt everything. He moved slowly and gently. This was not a hasty process. Perhaps it was tiredness finally catching up with them, or perhaps it was the unknown of what came next; whether or not this would happen again. Druig, on the other hand, adored her eyes when she gazed at him and only him.

Druig eased himself down to his elbows and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. “Makkari, speak to me, Are you okay? Is it too much?  I should have entered you a bit slower, or a little at a time.” He rattled on, hands frantically signing along with his voice filled with growing concern. 
Makkari was the quickest woman alive, but she was petite and druig, ever the kind guy, was wary of hurting her; they were still fresh, still adapting to each other's bodies. As he felt himself building up, he longed to speed up his act, but he held himself back- back from attempting to fulfil his resent fantasies of her.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” She smiled up at him. “I’ve never felt so close to another person before. It’s as if we’ve become one body and one soul. I can feel you're heartbeat inside me and it's one with mine. This scares the hell out of me,” she admitted. What little voice she had sounded hoarse with an emotional cry. “But I will kill you if you stop. “ she signed

He kissed her lips gently, first on the top and then on the bottom. Druig felt her tighten and grind against him as a result of her faint and hidden smile. He kissed her again, this time sweeter and wetter, and pushed deeper inside her. Makkari screamed in surprise, her slim body trembling in Druig's arms as he ploughed into her at a terribly hungry speed. She pressed her lips into his neck, nipping, licking, and burying her groans behind his shoulder.
He clasped her hips, welding their bodies together and started pumping and grinding against her. Makkari matched him thrust for thrust. He wished she could hear he wanted her to hear the whispered endearing words in her ear, telling her all the delicious things he wanted to do to her body, promising her he would win her heart. 
Makkari held him tightly, biting her tongue to keep saying the words of love that sprang to her lips. She wanted to tell him when they weren’t in the throws of crazy heated ecstasy. Never had he felt so greedy, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. When he was spent and slid out of her hotness, all he could think about was getting back in there again, feeling this way again. 

Druig excited her, picked Makkari up by the waist placing her gently on the bed, climbing on top of her trailing kissing from her lips to her neck and back. Skin to skin, breath for breath, arms wrapped around one other, their foreheads squeezed together as their eyelids closed. Druig stroked his hands across Makkari's gorgeous back as she parted her legs but only enough to take him within in one smooth push. Every movement synced up perfectly. Makkari’s laughter died on a moan of pleasure pain as he alternately kissed, caressed, and sucked her nipples. She loved the way he seemed to adore her with his fingertips. Each stroke hinted at his artistic side. She felt as if his fingers were sculpting and shaping her breast moulding them perfectly to his hands. 

“I knew you would be exquisite, I just didn’t realise how much” his voice rasped. 

“You must let me paint your portrait, my beautiful, beautiful Makkari.” He took a portion of her breast along with nipple and areola and tugged deeply.

Makkari’s cried out and arched against him flailing from side to side, digging her nails into his shoulders. She felt the tugging all the way to her vagina.

She tapped his shoulder as she whimpered. She wasn’t sure what she was begging for. She just knew she wouldn’t be able to take the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach much longer without some sort of relief. 
His final few thrusts pushed her to scream her release once more, this time bringing him with her. Druig cried out her name repeatedly as he convulsed in her arms. Makkari held him tightly, biting her tongue to keep saying the words of love that sprang to her lips. She wanted to tell him when they weren’t in the throws of crazy heated ecstasy.  When he was spent and slid out of her hotness, all he could think about was getting back in there again, feeling this way again. 

Druig was flat on his back in the bed, Makkari was laying on his chest. They were still connected, wishing he didn’t have to wake her so they can get cleaned. He wanted to stay the entire night like this so he could hold her in his arms and make love to her again and again for the remainder of the night. 

He'd worn her out. He hadn't intended to be so voracious, poor creature. She undoubtedly thought he was a jerk, but after his first taste, she had become an addiction he couldn't get enough of and didn't think he would ever be able to get enough of. She'd be hurt and probably cuss him, just as she did after that first pee, but it was fine since he'd let her beat him up as long as she didn't send him away.

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To all who have been waiting on this story to finish do not worry the outline and chapters done and are being cleaned up.

The reason for my stoping was Covid, multiple family members caught it, and 2 died from it since the last chapter was posted and I was not in the right head space to write.

I’m back now and also have another series doing so expect the next few chapters within the next two weeks.

Deep Thank to all who have been patiently waiting.