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Final Salvation
By: Nefertiri

Summary: After being afflicted by a demon’s curse, Max, Norman and Virgil race against time to save Molly. However, the solution may be a lot more difficult then any of them could have imagined.
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Gorganoth’s attack was unexpected, to say the least. Then again, the very fact that Gorganoth showed up at all was a rude surprise. Norman, Max, Virgil, and Molly had been sitting around, resting from their long journey. Portal leaping took a lot out of someone, particularly humans, so Molly and Max had convinced everyone to sit a spell and relax.
“Are you alright?” Molly leaned over and gently prodded Virgil’s shoulder. The Lemurian had a weak look on his face, and looked as though he were ready to doze off at any moment. “You look so tired,” she added.
Virgil sighed, but smiled weakly at her. “I know, but this task is important. The Mighty One must fulfill…”
“…His destiny, vanquish Skullmaster, save the universe!” Molly cut in, shaking her head. “I know Virgil, we all do. You most of all. But you can’t let it wear you away like this. You need to sleep.”
There was a brief pause between them, as Virgil found himself looking into her eyes.
“Sometimes…sometimes I almost wish…” he started, then shook his head. “Oh, never mind. You are right, I suppose. I’m no good to any of you if I can barely keep myself awake.” He yawned, adjusting his tiny spectacles. Behind them, his blue eyes were bloodshot.
Molly wondered what he had been about to say, but chose not to pursue it while he was in his present state. Instead, she stroked his feathered cheek lightly. “Get some sleep okay. Norman can keep watch, he almost never sleeps anyway.”
I want to tell you, Virgil found himself thinking as he leaned into the palm of her hand happily. I want to tell you, that I almost wish it were you. That you were my pupil, and the Mighty One. He fell asleep with those thoughts still floating his mind. That we could share such a bond….
He was asleep then, still resting against Molly’s hand. Not wanting to disturb him after so many nights of insomnia, she moved up and rested against him, supporting his weight on her shoulder. She resisted the urge to hug him like a teddy bear.
“That is so cute!” Max grinned, seeing Virgil sleeping.
Molly grinned back, but shot him a stern look to keep him from rousing the fowl.
Max walked over to Norman, who had also been watching the Lemurian sleep.
“It’s good that he gets his rest. He has been exhausted for far too long. We need his mind sharp for guidance.” Norman spoke quietly, still watching.
Max paused, knowing full well what else rested on the warrior’s mind. “Cute, aren’t they?” He asked.
“Hard to believe they were so on edge with each other for so long!” Norman replied, shaking his head. “I suppose Virgil was always fearful of your friend’s alliances, after that incident with Skullmaster…”
“-Which was not her fault!” Max cut in, reminding Norman of what had happened. Molly’s kidnapping. All those weeks, thinking she had been killed. Virgil’s face, the haunted look in his eyes. They had been friends even then, with all they had in common. Max had always had Norman, and Virgil had seemed to click with Molly instantly.
But then there she was, all over again. Beautiful, alluring, young, and alive. And standing alongside their nemesis. When she had appeared, Max had felt his heart lurch in his chest. His first rational thoughts being, She’s alive. Oh god, she’s really okay. He had looked at Virgil, unable to act by himself. Not that time. What was he supposed to do? Open up a portal and send her to the bottom of the ocean?
But the old Lemurian’s eyes had been wide and almost tear-filled. His feathered hand clutching at his chest, as though at that very moment his heart were shattering.
Max shook his head suddenly, forcing the memory out of his mind. There was no sense in it now. They had succeeded in restoring Molly’s memories to her, and had successfully escaped via a portal.
But the following months had been grueling, to say the least. Virgil and Molly’s friendship had deteriorated, and for a long while withstanding, they had tiptoed around each other. Not that in came as much of a surprise. The moment that Molly’s memory had been restored to her had been the moment before she had nearly killed Max. Virgil had intercepted, and she had slammed him against a nearby wall, knocking him out cold.
So it was understandable that Virgil had lost his trust in her, and that their friendship had suffered so badly.
But as time had passed, they had re-built their friendship bit by shaky bit, Virgil’s affections for her finally solidified to perfection when she had nearly made the ultimate sacrifice for Max, throwing herself between him and Magus. It hadn’t done much good, earning her a broken arm and bloodied face, but it had given Max enough time to destroy the Soulstone and bind Magus under the earth.
Now, everything seemed back to normal. The two of them were friends again, and the four of them were once again headed towards a mission to fulfill in the Mighty One’s name.
“I’m glad things are alright now!” Max stated with a smile, finally tearing his eyes away from the sleeping pair and back to Norman. “It makes everything easier, somehow.”
“I know what you mean Mighty One,” Norman agreed. He sat against a nearby rock, and unsheathing his sword, began to sharpen it to keep busy.
Max sighed, resting against the opposite side of the same rock. He wiped his sweaty brow, the sun overhead blazing down at them mercilessly. He looked upwards, blocking out the harsh light with his hand.
At that moment, a separate shadow overshadowed his vision, and Max found himself looking up at what first appeared to be a giant bat. Huge, membrane wings beat against the sunny sky, and when it finally dove, Max was shocked out of his brief mesmerism, and cried out in warning.
“Mighty One!” Norman called out, also spotting the giant apparition headed for them. But as Norman shoved Max behind him and drew his sword between Max and the creature, they both noticed that it wasn’t heading for them at all. It was swooping down towards Virgil and Molly, who had both fallen asleep by then and were unaware of what approached them.
It was only with the combined sound of Max screaming out Molly’s name and the creature emitting a loud-pitched wail that Molly was shocked awake, seconds before the things claws were upon Virgil, still sleeping deeply against her. Without thinking twice, she flung herself over the sleeping form of the fowl, pressing him down against the earth and scaring him considerably awake.
“Molly, what…” he shook his head, still dazed.
In the next second, the young girl’s eyes had become round with pain, and blood seeped from her side, coating Virgil’s robes.
“Molly?” The strained cry ripped out of his throat as he caught her around the abefobefore she could fall on her face. Looking behind her, Virgil spotted the assailant, already beating its massive wings and vanishing into the clear sky above. “No, oh no…” He screamed, placing her onto the ground and seeing the wound the monster had inflicted.
“What happened? Is she okay?” Max had run the short distance to them by them, kneeling down next to his friend. He saw the wound then, and felt the bile in his stomach stir considerably. It was deep, a large gash in her side. Norman had made it there as well, sheathing his sword and kneeling next to the unconscious girl.
After a moment, he looked up at Max and Virgil. “She’s alright. Hurt badly, but alive.”
“What was that creature? One of Skullmaster’s…?” Max started.
“Gorganoth…” Virtraitrailed off, realization dawning into his eyes. He felt his knotted stomach grow even more so, and found it rather difficult to breathe.
“Gorawhata?” Max blinked.
“A…a demon. Not associated with Skullmaster, but from the same plains all the same. It…it chooses random attacks, and often mauls or kills its victims. Those that escape alive are lucky…” he trailed off.
“Alright, but…I mean she’s gonna be okay right? It’s a deep cut, but it didn’t kill her!” Max tried to smile, confident that his friend would be all right. “Hey…hey look, the wound is starting to close.”
Indeed, the deep gash was sealing itself at an extraordinary rate, until only the blood coated the skin, and there was no visible signs of a wound anywhere.
“Well…that’s that then!” Max grinned, thinking it over. “She got hurt, but she’ll be okay.”
He looked towards Virgil and Norman, who had both remained silent through all this. Now, each of them regarded Max with a pained expression. Virgil looked the worst for the wear, his eyes full of tears. Max had only ever seen him in a similar state once before, and that was when she had re-appeared alive after they had thought her dead, on the arm of Skullmaster himself.
Now however, he looked even worst. He was breathing heavily, as though trying to keep himself from sobbing.
“Guys…guys….Normie? Virge? What is it?” Max gasped, disturbed by their expressions.
“The Gorganoth is a demon…” Norman started, but couldn’t continue.
“Yeah? You said that already!” Max shrugged. “So what?”
“That poisons its victims when it pierces the skin…if a victim is lucky enough not to be eaten alive…they suffer a slow death when the poison affects their blood stream…” Virgil choked out.
Max was silent for a few moments, not fully comprehending, not accepting what he had just heard. Finally, he found his voice and was able to stutter out weakly. “But…she can’t be dying.”
There was a stony silence for a long time. In the meantime, Norman and Max discussed what should be done. By all accounts, there was no known cure, and they didn’t have the time to look for it. So the only possibility was to take Molly somewhere comfortable, where she could at least be at peace when she died.
Virgil kneeled over Molly, who remained unconscious, as all victims of the demon supposedly did until they were dead.
“It would have been me,” he whispered gently, his bill an inch away from her lips. “You did that for me…” He couldn’t bring himself to continue for a moment. Then he bent even lower, making sure neither Norman nor Max could hear him. “I love you deeply…I just can’t…I could never tell you. And now…now it’s too late. I’m so sorry, my darling.”
Turning, he got to his feet.
“We will deliver her to Max’s home. We may comfort her there…”
Nobody argued.
The portal opened up into Max’s living room, where his mother had been enjoying a cup of tea and reading over tatesatest National Geographic magazine. She was not at all surprised to see her son walk through the portal and into the room. However, when she saw Virgil, she immediately realized something was wrong. The dark look on his face was so unlike him, and for a moment, he didn’t even acknowledge her presence.
“Hey guys, what…”
She trailed off as Norman came through, cradling the still-unconscious Molly in his arms. Dried blood had smeared her shirt and skin, and for a moment, Max’s mother felt a sick lurch in her stomach.
Dear god, she’s dead.
“She is still alive, but she is dying,” Norman interrupted her thought, as though he had read her mind. “We wish to make her comfortable…there is nothing that can be done for her.”
Max’s mother could only nod dumbly, not understanding, but somehow realizing that this was not an arguable issue. They set Molly up in the guest bedroom, washing off the dried blood and laying her down on the bed.
“I’ll…go make everyone some tea…” Max’s mother spoke in a hushed tone, and left the room quickly. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but something told her to keep herself busy, and to keep the others busy as well.
They stood around the bed then, the three of them, staring down at her pallid face. She was dying, and it was slowly become evident. Tiny shivers coursed through her skin, which had turned a pale pigment.
Nobody said anything for a long while.
“There is a cure.”
At first, nobody seemed to have heard Virgil’s strained voice in the silent room.
“WHAT?” Max was the first to respond.
“A cure, it does exist!”
Norman walked up to the fowl, anger written clearly on his face. “Why did you keep this from us before? You said there was no cure!”
“Because…”
“Look Verge, I know you were mad at her before because of what happened with Skullmaster, but that’s no reason to-“
“I would not kill her,” Virgil’s voice had risen to nearly a scream, as he pointed an accusing finger at the young chosen one. When he spoke again, it was in a dangerously low tone. “I kept it to myself because despite it, there may not be a way to save her…”
“But surely it is worth trying for, is it not?” Norman demanded. “This is her life!”
Virgil nodded, adjusting his spectacles. “Yes, I realize that, believe me.”
“Then where’s the problem? What’s the cure?” Max demanded, still angry.
“It’s not so easy…” Virgil winced. “It is said that the poison can be cured from the victim. But only…” he paused, then at last spoke in a voice suggesting he was quoting from one of his Lemurian manuscripts. “The love of one who loves, exchanged in return with the victim’s own, call quell the blackness inside.”
“Meaning…?” Max blinked, utterly confused.
“One who loves her can break the spell, by loving her himself,” Norman translated, receiving a nod from Virgil.
Max shook his head. “Well, where’s the problem there? She’s my friend, I love her, so there!” He shrugged. “So spell’s broken, and she should be okay!”
Norman shook his head at this, a tired sigh escaping his lips. “You ot uot understand Mighty One, it is not that simple.”
“What are you talking about?”
“By love, it speaks of true love,” Virgil replied, his eyes dead set on the dying girl. “Of being in love, and having that love returned. Of…making love.” He let his voice die down, for he feared it sounded too strained.
Max’s mouth hung open for a moment before he was able to string together a whole sentence. “You mean…we need to find someone who is actually in love with her, have him make love to her…and that will bring her out of this?” He felt his mood drop a few notches. “Well…great.” He dropped his head in his hands.
“Not just that. She would have to have those feelings for him as well. A one sided love would not work.” Norman added.
“Great…thanks Normie,” Max winced. “Just perfect…”
They sat in silence, knowing that such a person was unknown, if there was such a person at all. Molly had never given any indication of loving anyone, really loving anyone.
“So she’s dead,” Max felt tears blocking his throat. “This isn’t fair…”
“Mighty One…” Norman began, intending on saying something to comfort the boy, but never got the chance.
“Leave…” Virgil’s voice was barely above a whisper. Forced from his throat but still audible in the room. His gaze remained on Molly, and he studied her deeply, his back to his two friends.
The two of them looked at the Lemurian with bewildered expressions.
“Virge?”
“Leave, Mighty One. Both of you. Leave the room, if you please.” Virgil repeated himself, his voice a bit stronger this time around. He came to stand closer to Molly’s side, his feathered hand reaching out to stroke her cheek gently.
“Virge…you…are you…” Max couldn’t bring himself to ask, and yet as he watched the fowl stroke the girl’s cheek. As he saw the tears finally spill down his cheeks, he knew.
“I am very much in love with her, Mighty One. I have been for a very long time, but felt it was improper, as we were of a different species…now it seems I have no choice but to let her know,” Virgil took a deep breath, his hand traveling over Molly’s lips and to the hollow of her throat. “Even though I realize she probably will not feel the same way…but I must try.” His voice was choked by then.
Max’s eyes had widened to the size of Christmas ornaments, and he was about to say something else, when Norman grabbed him and ushered him out of the room, forcing the boy out the door. With a last serious nod at Virgil, he turned the lock on the inside of the bedroom, then shut the door behind him.
Outside, Virgil could hear the two of them arguing as Norman was no doubt pushing Max up the stairs to have tea with his mother. In another few seconds, his mother’s raised voice of disbelief, which died down in a few seconds.
At last, all was silent, and Virgil was alone.
“Molly…I…” He started, but couldn’t think of what to say. “I am aware that a victim of this demon can feel and hear to an extent, so I realize you can hear me. I want you to know, that….I meant every word of what I said. I do love you, rather deeply. I did, even before what happened with Skullmaster, which was one of the reasons I could not handle it as well….” He paused to breathe in deeply. “Throughout everything, you have been…what a Chosen One should aspire to be. Brave, intelligent, and willing to take on this evil, despite all the risks. I will not deny that I have wished it were you instead of Max, many a times before. If only for the reason that it would have bonded us even closer.” He paused once more, then continued after thinking over his words. “Lemurians don’t often engage in love. We are…were…beings of the mind. We value knowledge above all else, which was why I never imagined falling in love with you. But you were always there…and proved yourself over and over again. And you were…so beautiful…” he ran his hand through her light brown hair gently. “I could not bring myself to stop thinking about you, and now I am sorrowed that you must find out under these circumstances…”
He sat on the bed then, taking her hand in his own. Her skin had paled even more, and Virgil could tell he didn’t have much time left before the poison finished what it had started. “What I do tonight, I do to try to save your life. I realize it will probably be to no avail, for I cannot fathom you ever returning my affections for you, but I must try none-the-less. Please…try to understand.” He had leaned over her then, his eyes moist with tears. “I do this because I love you…and because you did not deserve what happened.”
He rested the tip of his bill against her soft lips, and shut his eyes tightly. Tears streamed down his cheeks. “Forgive me…”
Virgil turned his head slightly then, and kissed her as best as he could. He had never kissed a human before, or anyone else in the last ten thousand years, and wasn’t sure he was doing it right.
It…feels right, He whimpered, and shocked a little bit when he felt her mouth part slightly. Is she…responding? He almost gasped, but then shook his head, rationalizing that it was probably just a reaction to the pressure of him kissing her.
He was pressed against her then, and continued kissing her for a few minutes until he felt somewhat comfortable with it. During the time, he thought he felt her lips move a few times, but couldn’t be certain.
Lowering his feathered head, he removed his spectacles, placing them on the nightstand beside the bed, before moving to her throat, and nuzzling it gently with his bill. Again, he thought he noticed a reaction. A slight intake of breath, but was forced to dismiss it again when nothing followed. He continued rubbing his bill against the sensitive parts of her neck, pausing to lick at the skin slightly.
He paused for a moment then, feeling a heat around his face.
Oh god…I want this…gods forgive me, I truly do…he shut his eyes painfully tight for a moment. I can’t continue, not like this. I’m not doing this for myself, I’m doing it for her. I’m doing it to try to save her!
With this renewed insight, he continued. His small tongue moved against Molly’s skin, to the hollow of her throat. To Virgil, she tasted pleasantly salty, though he had no idea if this was unique, or if all human tasted like that.
Virgil paused again, thinking to himself. Despite the extreme condition surrounding the situation, he had to admit to himself that there was no way he could not enjoy this in some way. Perverse as it was, he loved that he could finally express his feelings for her. He was not above admitting to himself that he had fantasized about her a good timetimes in the past, and had taken to the habit of undressing her with his eyes. He winced.
How very proud my kind would be of me…I’ve become nothing short of a lecher.
When his feathered hands traveled to her blouse, Virgil felt his fingers shake violently. He undid the buttons clumsily, both terrified and incredibly aroused. I have dreamed of this for so long…
Pulling the blouse apart gently, his eyes fell to her chest, tracing the sight of her breasts to memory. She was wearing a flimsy white bra, which he undid at the shoulders after further hand-shaking, which had become considerably worst with each second. Her breasts free from restraint, rested against her chest. Round and lovely, the nipples hardened from the coolness of the room.
“Oh gods…” Virgil breathed, marveling at the sight. There was no way in any existing dimension he could deny that he was enjoying himself. His arousal was evident, proven by the hardness between his legs. His hands rested against her breasts, rubbing gently, running smoothly over her sensitive nipples. For a moment, he almost thought he heard Molly make a noise. A tiny whimper, but when silence followed, he dismissed it once more.
He rubbed his bill against her breasts, careful of not hurting her. Pausing, he let his tongue explore a hardened nipple, then gently took it into his mouth, lapping at it. He continued his ministrations on her breasts until he felt a bit more accustomed to the feeling, then moved lower. Here was the ultimate of problems for him, as he tried to still his horribly shaking hands and beating heart. His hands traveled down her waist and to her hips, hooking around her skirt to pull it down slowly. After he had finallyagedaged to do so, he draped the garment over the edge of the bed.
He took a moment to take in the sight of her then, lying there in just her panties, physically unconscious to his actions.
But she knows, doesn’t she? A voice in his head nagged at him, and he recognized it as his conscience. If I am to go through with this…will she hate me before she dies? Can I live with the knowledge that in trying to save her life…I may have raped her before she died?
This thought made Virgil freeze in his tracks, leaving him staring down at her dumbly. He wanted to. Gods almighty, he wanted to so badly. His erection strained against his robed, and he could think of nothing better then burying himself so deeply into her, to feel what he had denied himself for so many thousands of years. To feel her hot, wet…
He shook his head, then looked at her face, pleading. “Molly? Molly, I don’t think I can do this. If you don’t feel the same way…I cannot take advantage of you like this…if you did die…I…” He lost his voice, and hung his head in shame for all that he had done to that point.
“Vir…gil…”
His head snapped upwards instantly, now positive that he had heard her call his name. Yet her face was blank, her eyes closed. Her mouth was parted slightly however, and for a moment he imagined what itld bld be like to push his tongue past those full, lovely lips.
With a deep breath, he nodded to himself. “I hope I am doing the right thing Molly…I love you so much.”
With almost violently trembling hands at that point, he pulled her panties down, and threw them onto the ground of the room.
She was naked before him then, glowing slightly. Whether this was from the effects of the poison, or his ministrations on her moments before, Virgil was unsure.
He bought his head down, his hands remaining at her hips, and his bill touched at the softness between her legs. She smelled…y, by, but the scent was unlike anything Virgil had ever experienced. It was addictive, and he had the sudden desire to bury his bill full out between her legs. In the end, he did just that, tracing her outer lips with it, and finally allowing his tongue to sneak between them and taste her.
At that moment, he wanted to tear the robe off of his shoulders and just bury himself into her as deep as he could.
Calm down…calm yourself… he chided in his head, and continued licking at her, a bit more forcefully then before. He also listened, and this time was able to hear the sounds she was making very clearly. She was moaning, tiny sounds of pleasure pushing past her still lips. Behind her closed eyelids, her eyes moved rapidly, making her eyelashes quiver. Her body glowed with what was now plainly identified as arousal.
Does she want this as well then? Or is it just reactions, and nothing more…? Virgil wondered. He wished more then anything that she wanted this. He knew it was too late to turn back now, too late to take anything back. Just move forward…
He moved back then, and finally removed the constraining robes, kicking them away haphazardly. His erection was evident, straining from its sheath, usually hidden amongst the thick feathers of his body.
He came to kneel between her legs, holding them with his hands to keep himself from shaking too badly. Positioning himself to what he had to assume was the right position, he slowly entered her.
A strangled, low moan escaped Virgil’s throat, as he shut his eyes tightly.
“So…good…” he gasped as he buried himself inside her fully. His short stature allowed he only reached her breasts as he began his long, full thrusts, but it didn’t necessarily bother him. Taking his time, Virgil concentrated on Molly’s face. Her lips had parted fully now, and arousing whimpers and moans escaped her lips. Her cheeks had lost their paleness, now tinged red.
She felt just as he had always imagined she would, only better. A remarkable tightness enveloped his erection, and the heat was excruciatingly good. “I…I…love…you…so much…” he gasped in between thrusts, which became more and more insistent with each passing minute. “Don’t…die.”
He felt as though on fire by then, burying himself in bru brutally, thrusting with a carnal thirst he had never felt himself capable of. All at once, he stiffened, and his eyes widened. Virgil cried out, his hold on her tightening as he came deep inside her. As he did so, he saw in shock, her eyes fly open and focus on him. Seconds later, she had arched her own back in pleasure, and he felt her tighten around him, then cry out in a wave of orgasm.
When at last he had spent himself, he collapsed against her body, panting heavily, his eyes blurry with tears.
After a moment, he felt her arms come up and hold him tightly.
“Molly?” He shivered, now clearly terrified.
“Yes?” Her own voice was gentle, and Virgil calmed as he felt her stroke his head.
“Are you alright?”
A pause.
“Yes.”
“I’m glad…”
When they awoke a few hours later, they nuzzled and kissed affectionately. It didn’t take them long to make love again. As they did, Molly smiled at Virgil lovingly, her deep brown eyes meeting his own blue ones. Virgil took longer the second time, comfortable that it was what she wanted. It was by no means less enjoyable, but proved even better with her responding.
“I love you,” Molly whispered as he thrust inside her once again, his bill lovingly running over her breasts.
Virgil paused, his eyes trailing over her. “I still can’t convince myself, that I’m not just dreaming all this…”
“No?” She smiled back coyly.
When Molly’s head vanished downward, and Virgil felt her take him in her mouth, he moaned, his head drawn backwards against the pillow. The joy inside him was indescribable at that moment. He had never felt as whole as he felt just then, with her.
They made love many times in the following hours, never satiated completely. Both were rather surprised at the others lust, though by no accounts was in a bad surprise for either of them.
“I wonder if this counts as bestiality,” Molly winced with a grin. “Cause technically, you’re a chicken!”
“Fowl, actually,” Virgil mock chided her. “And actually…no, it doesn’t. An animal is one that survives on instinct. It does not have the ability to freely communicate, and certainly has no intelligence, particularly when compared to me…” he paused, noticing the grin on Molly’s face.
mal> A second later, she had burst out laughing.
“What?” He demanded, a slightly annoyed expression playing across his features.
Before he could say anything else, she silenced him with her mouth, kissing him deeply. This time, he allowed his tongue to explore her mouth happily.
After a little while, she pulled back slightly, much to Virgil’s aggravation. “You know…I never did thank you. You saved my life!”
“I believe the last four hours have been thanks enough, my darling.” He pointed out with a slight smile on his face.
Molly’s eyes widened.
“Was…was that something along the lines of a joke? Cause it sure sounded like it,” she grinned.
“Perish the thought!”
“Done!” She laughed, then stood on shaky, weak legs. “Took a lot out of me, you know.” She murmured.
“I know. The demon…” Virgil started.
“I wasn’t talking about the demon…” Molly smiled, a sneaky expression on her face.
Virgil blinked, realizing she was talking about the last few hours of their rather ardent lovemaking.
“And I’m rather in the mood for…”
“Oh no your not!” Molly gasped with a laugh. “I can only take so much in the course of a day!”
Virgil chuckled, then replaced his spectacles back onto his face. “Very well, I suppose we can continue our discussion later,” he said pointedly. Molly rolled her eyes good naturedly, knowing full well what he meant by ‘discussion’.
“Best we come out and…face the music, as you would say,” he grimaced.
Molly paused for a moment, her eyes widening in realization. “Oh my god…that’s true. They know we…,” she giggled. “Oh man.” Shaking her head and still laughing, she dressed herself slowly, provocatively. Virgil’s eyes stayed glued on her until she had finished.
“That was…positively evil of you!” He huffed.
“You didn’t like it?”
“Painfully so,” he winced, and she noticed he was hard once again.
“Wow Virgil, you really got it in you,” she blinked.
“What would you expect? I’m 10,000 years old, and I don’t remember the last time I made love,” he shook his head.
“Good point.”
After they had dressed, both walked out of the room and headed upstairs. The sight that met them was more then disturbing. Max, his mother, and Norman were all seated around the kitchen table, with about a dozen empty china cups scattered around them, and a half a dozen empty tea boxes scattered around the floor.
“Uh…hi guys…” Molly coughed, waving weakly. “Guess what…I lived!”
Max had paled considerably, his mother was neurotically drinking tea, and Norman was looking at a fascinating tea spill on the table in front of him.
“Well…this is going to be fun….” She muttered, and followed Virgil to join the circle at the table.
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