Split soul   von Gepo
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                             Kapitel 17: Flashback
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The first thing he saw was his father´s face. It was right in front of him, his
eyes closed, his mouth open. His hair was grey and his face lined. He looked old
and haggard, just as he had been after that heart attack. In only two weeks it
had looked like he had aged at least ten years. His father was panting, his face
going up and down above him. He was sweating and looked like he was definitely
overexerting himself. Those pants turned to moans and he could feel his stinking
breath on his face. He smelled like acid and decay.
He knew what this was. He had always known one day he would stumble into his own
nightmare. He had tried not to imagine what it would be like but it wasn´t like
he could completely keep himself from it. This was the beginning. The world
narrowed down to that disgusting face before he would become aware of the rest.
Screaming in panic he tried to escape, tried to get away from seeing, hearing,
feeling this. He didn´t want those memories. It was enough to know it happened,
he didn´t want details.
His mind didn´t listen. His vision broadened. There was a hand petting his
father´s face, a hand he knew to be his own. He felt his lips move, heard his
voice in a high-pitched way, speaking in a enthusiastic, ecstatic kind of voice:
“Yes, deeper. It´s so good. Fill me.”
He wanted to retch. Oh gods. No. This could not be true. This was a nightmare.
His alter ego must have told him again that he enjoyed sexual violence and maybe
he had drifted off to sleep thinking about one of the numerous sexual assaults.
He would never encourage his own rape. This was a lie.
“You´re a god.” He moaned – she moaned. This wasn´t his voice. “Fill
me. Fill me up with your sperm. Give it to me.”
His father – that monster – moaned deeply and stopped moving. His head was
as red as a tomato, his breath sounding like he had a lung infection. He coughed
into her face and sacked onto her.
“Oh, poor daddy.” She slung her arms around him and combed through his hair.
“My poor sick daddy. You did such a good job. Just stay like this and knot
me.”
He was afraid to allow himself to feel but it was no use anyway. His mind
didn´t seem inclined to spare him. He felt the course hair on his sweat-slick
breast. He felt his own penis trapped against a lean belly, his sacks squished
by his father´s weight. He felt a deep, pulsing rod inside of him, felt hot
fluid soaking his intestines. Oh gods. They had gone all the way. They had not
even used condoms. He wanted to gut himself.
“You did so well. I know you are sick but that´s all the more reason to do
this again and again. You know that, don´t you, daddy?” She sweetly whispered
into his hair.
His father chuckled deeply and turned his head to look at her with dark
satisfaction.
“You don´t have a lot of time left.” She actually sounded sorrowful. Not
close to tears but deeply sorry about something. “We have to use it well.”
“I really have no problem to die like this,” the man answered.
“Don´t talk about dying!” She sounded offended. “You still have a job to
do before you die.”
“I know.” He pushed himself up a bit and kissed her. It felt like a lover´s
kiss, full of love and affection for the other. “Have Seijuro finish up
sooner, then we can spend more time with each other.”
“Don´t say his name,” she hissed at him, “this is our love. Not even
thoughts of that unthankful necessity have any place in here.”
“Don´t be jealous, my love.” He rolled to the side, taking her with him to
have them stay connected.
She slung one leg around his to anchor them and adjusted her head before saying:
“It shouldn´t take so much time to run the company. Before your heart attack
happened it kept you from me, now it keeps me from you. I just want us to have
more time.”
“Sometimes separation makes time together more sweet.” He showered her face
with kisses. “Just so you know, I never wanted to leave you either. I hated
those three years where I could only see you a few weeks a year.”
“Don´t remind me!,” she lamented. “It was horrible. You worked yourself
to death. This wouldn´t have happened if I had been here.”
“I just missed you so much, I had to bury myself in work.” He grabbed her
chin and angled her face so they could french-kiss for a bit. “Now I can bury
myself in you again.”
“It´s where you belong.” She stroked his spine with a finger, grabbing his
ass and shoving herself onto him. “If not for those dumb boys, I might have
been pregnant already.”
He grumbled deeply but is was a satisfied grumble. He lay his hand on her waist
and asked her: “How do you plan to run the company when you are pregnant?”
“Seijuro doesn´t need to know. Alphas don´t really show. If he pukes, I´ll
make him forget. Even a boss can get sick. I´ll find someone trustworthy to
manage your empire until I can have him return.”
“Don´t you think he´ll notice a child in his own house?” The man smiled
though.
“It can be raised in this wing, he never goes here anyway.” They were lying
on the bed in the master bedroom of the Western wing. “You are right, he is
only a faulty product. I´ll raise our child to perfection.”
“I am sure you will. You are a true Akashi. You´ll keep up our values.”
She kissed him full of joy. It was so rare that he praised her. But he loved
her, she was good, the only good thing in his life. Part of her was faulty, she
would never be perfect but she would make sure to give her love a perfect baby.
She would raise it in his image.
“I´ll be finished in a bit,” he told her. Alphas didn´t finish with only
two or three spurts, they kept up a steady trickle afterwards. Sei always tried
to save every drop of it.
She turned slightly to grab an anal plug from the bedside table. The man changed
position and she supported her back to keep her ass in the air. All that stupid
training her alter egos did was good for something at least. She could keep the
position without having to burden her father. He slipped out of her and inserted
the lubed anal plug instead. With a pad on her ass he said: “This will keep it
in. Relax.”
He lay down again and she curled up in his arms. They kissed lazily for some
time while she did her best to massage him from the position she found herself
in. She kneaded his back, his shoulders and his ass. She reverently kissed his
face, his strong jaw and his neck.
“You´re so good to me, Sei.” He laid back with a smile on his face.
“I was made to make you feel good.” She looked up with an apologizing smile.
“I am sorry I don´t have a body that is able to satisfy you better.”
“You can make it up in enthusiasm.” He lazily waved at her. “Suck me.”
“Of course, daddy.” She went down on him, stroking his penis with her
fingertips while she settled between his legs. “This is my true god. This made
me. This will make my baby. I want to worship it.”
“Do that.” He licked his lips. “Wet it for yourself. Your bitch hole is
never wet enough for it.”
“It makes me so hungry.” She licked it from base to top. “I want to be
filled.” She sucked the tip, letting it go again and giving it small licks.
“I want it to fill me from both ends, make me burst with it´s size.”
“You looked so good on it when you were still small.” Her father groaned.
“I could hold your head in one hand when you were sucking me off.”
“I thought I would split open every time you entered me. I loved the feeling
of nearly bursting.”
“You were so tight.” His voice sounded dreamy. “By now your hole is so
used, I could stick three of those inside of you.”
“I´d love to have three of those.” She had to stop talking to take him
deeper into her. She had him glide over her tongue and down her throat.
“You were still sputtering when you did that. You coughed and squeezed me so
tightly. You cried in fear. You were so beautiful with tears and snot and semen
on your face.”
She had to moan, humming around him. She remembered his pleased smile when he
looked at her all messed up. She had so loved to be messed up. She always made
him happy that way. By now his semen was too precious to waste like that. They
shouldn´t have played around that much back then, they should have focused on
getting her pregnant from the start. Who cared if her body went to school? It
was far more important to keep their line pure.
He was slow to get it up again. It was his age and his body failing him. Back
then they had done it five to ten times a night. By now three was a record. But
she would draw another orgasm out of him tonight. If that green-haired oaf was
able to get pregnant, she would be able to as well. She just needed more sperm.
She drew back a bit and closed a hand around him. Some more words of
encouragement were needed: “This is the fountain of life. With it you made me,
you raised me, you kept me fed and happy. With this you will create a new
dynasty. Your sons will lead this country, your daughters will have their
children. Your grandsons shall have the throne, your granddaughters will be
their mistresses. They will praise your name, knowing you made all of this
possible. You are the culmination of our noble line, a perfect being. You are my
god and you shall be theirs. You will live on forever in them.”
“Yes.” He moaned and bobbed her head up and down on him. “I made you. You
are a vessel waiting to be filled.”
“I want to be filled.” She climbed on top of him and leaned forwards, so
that his sperm wouldn´t run out. She removed the plug and pressed his cock into
her cleft. With a move born from practice, she sank onto him without spilling a
drop. She would never forgive herself if she spilled his precious seed. “I
want to make your dreams come true. I was made to be your vessel.”
“You´re my priced steed.” He slapped her thigh. “Ride me.”
“Gods, you´re so big!” She got up and down, one hand under his balls to
keep him from slipping. “You make me feel so good.”
He grunted and rammed his nails into her flesh. 
“Yes, hurt me. It´s so good. Mess me up. Make me feel like back then, make me
cry and scream. You´re my god.” She babbled while she rode him hard. Just
like he loved it, for him she was nothing but a bitch in heat. She would always
be what he wanted, she would make him proud. “You´re so good. Fill me. I was
made for this.”
She felt him twitch, felt him fill her. His fingers dug into her before he
relaxed and his hands glided off her. She closed her eyes in bliss, thinking
about the beautiful children they would have. They would be so happy. She felt
him go soft inside her, unusually early for him. She opened her eyes to look at
him.
His face was drawn in surprise, his mouth open and his eyes wide. He was looking
to side, drooling onto the cushion. His eyes were unmoving.
Her heart broke.
No. No, this couldn´t be. He couldn´t do that to her.
“Daddy!” She lightly slapped his cheek. No reaction there. “Daddy, please,
wake up.”
He was steadily softening, so she leaned forward and hastily inserted the plug
again. If this had been their final moments, this was her last chance. She
needed to save all of it. His cock limply fell onto the mattress, shrinking
faster than she had ever seen.
What should she do? CPR? Her body was strong enough for it. Would it save him?
How should she explain his state? She looked at him for a moment. What would he
have wanted? She knew he had always wanted to die inside of her. Should she
honor his will? But what if she did not get pregnant? She sadly shook her head.
His will was everything. She climbed off him. She had made him proud, she had
done as he wanted. This was the end. If she did not get pregnant, her purpose
was done. She looked around the room.
She would need to make it look as if he had died in his sleep. First she would
air the room. The she would change the sheets. She would have to wash him. She
would need to do all that before his body got stiff. She flexed her muscles. So
this was what she had them for. She could do this. She lifted him to the floor
and got a wet cloth from the bathroom. All the sweat had to go. Especially his
cock, there should be no marks on it. She gave it a last kiss after cleaning it.
Then she changed the bedding while she aired the room. Finally she dressed him
in nightclothes and lifted him back into the bed. She adjusted everything to
look like he had passed in his sleep.
What should she do now? What meaning did her life have now that he was dead?
“You died too early,” she told her beloved. “But don´t worry, I´ll make
you proud. I am sure our wishes will come true. I´ll protect your dreams with
everything I have.”
She kissed his lips which had already cooled down to luke-warm.
“Goodbye, daddy.”

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