Eaton Mess

Something was wrong. It was the echoing thought that filled throughout Eliza’s mind. A few hours had passed since Mira had returned and had settled in for the day, reading quietly in the corner of the room. She had encouraged Eliza to get up and left her the tray of food, and Eliza had eaten like normal. Everything up until then had been normal, so why was this happening?

It was a pervasive sensation filling her body, like ants crawling under her skin, raising goosebumps all over. She was hot, so very hot, to the point that several spots on her soft linen pajamas had almost become sheer from the sweat; it felt like her body was producing en masse. It had been hours, but she had barely moved as she tried hard to breathe; it was like the air was thick, not difficult, but a sensation filled her lungs every time she breathed in a feeling of…she searched for the word, longing. Like she needed something more than the air she was taking in. That spoke nothing of the feeling radiating from inside her.

During her life, Eliza had had sex with only one man, but she had numerous sexual partners. A small collection of sex toys that accompanied her trysts into reading the bodice rippers she would occasionally indulge in after work. After a prolonged session of teasing and final release, she felt an ache that approached a fraction of what she was feeling now. Had she forgotten what it was like to be young and raging with hormones? Or was it something more? Mira paid her no mind as she read in the corner.

The professor’s insides throbbed with a primal and powerful evolutionary need, the desire to be filled to the brim. To be used fully and filled with her mate’s seed. She felt empty and so so very horny.

The combined result was that time felt dilated and her thoughts felt like they were moving through a swamp. The stirring inside her was so overwhelming, she couldn’t stay present and kept being distracted by these feelings that threatened to overtake her. Her thoughts fought against a sea of fantasy and indulgence. Stray imagery of perversions flashed through her mind as she sought answers. She was anchored by the solitary thought: something was wrong.

It was a buoy in the sea of heat and moisture, of goosebumps and clenching. A thought that even as the cavewoman inside her wanted nothing more than to start aggressively abusing her own body kept her rooted to her seat, hair disheveled, eyes glazed over as her sweat permeated her clothes. It was the sole thing keeping her from devolving into the mess that her body threatened to overtake her and become. A mystery and a dangerous one at that, that provided a single gripping stone of clarity.

She had felt no change, like when the sabotage had taken root in her before. The change was still no less aggressive or unnatural. Eliza was not so deluded as to think this could be caused purely by her younger form. Since deaging, she had been caught off guard more than once by the intensity of feeling and emotion that came with it, but nothing like this. She hadn’t left the room, her only exposure being the food brought to her by…

“Mira…” The words drifted out whinier than Eliza had intended, the warm feelings of lust tugging at her form, robbing her of any composure. The Bengali woman barely registered a response, merely lifting her head and gazing over.

“What is it, Eliza? Did you need something?” Her look was brief before turning her attention back to her book.

Eliza quivered and the shaking rang through to her voice, “You…didn’t ha make me change.”

“No, I did not…it felt more conducive to the plan to let you stay in your pajamas.” Mira’s voice was calm and serene as a lake at night, hiding anything below the surface as she closed the book and set it aside.

Eliza’s mouth opened agape, and a gasp, followed by an extended moan, escaped as the shock of the revelation caused her to drop her poise, and her senses were assaulted by the rippling waves of pleasure that threatened to overtake her. She was hunched over, trying to breathe and recover as she looked to the Agent approaching her on the bed, “You did this…why?”

Settling behind Eliza, her legs curling around the other woman’s waist, Mira leaned in, “Because you needed to get out of your own way.” The Bengali woman wrapped her arm around the professor’s waist and pulled her close as her other hand gingerly took hold of Eliza’s pendulous breast through her clothes. Just the sensation of Mira’s fingers gingerly taking her sensitive flesh in hand was enough to break the veneer of control Eliza had, her head flying back against Mira’s shoulder as a guttural groan escaped her throat.

Heaving breaths followed by shuddering as the Bengali woman molded her chest with her hands, several microspasms flew across Eliza’s core as she grit her teeth and tried to re-center, “I don’t…understand…”

“Shh…” Mira kissed Eliza’s neck and unbuttoned her top before gliding her hands over the other woman’s flesh and gripping it tight, her fingers gently teasing the professor’s steel-hard nubs exposed to the cool air of the room, “You were planning on hiding in here all week…including your date, weren’t you?”

“I-I..urgh!” the blonde’s eyes rolled back as with a gentle tug Mira pulled on her nipple, every touch was pulling Eliza away from the grasp of reality she was clinging to, “I…can’t…not ready…” She managed to get out through heavy breaths before Mira lifted her hand from Eliza’s breast to tilt her chin back and the agent claimed her lips.

The soft, hot sensation of the other woman’s lips on hers was so surprising and overwhelming that Eliza felt her thoughts crumbling away. Mira held her close as their kiss deepened, tongues intertwined as the blonde let Mira dominate her mouth. As the agent pulled away slightly, a dangling strand of spittle on her tongue, she locked eyes with Eliza, “I understand, you’re not ready to face Caleb as yourself.”

A sharp yelp came from the professor as Mira’s hand, which had wrapped around her waist, slid past the breach of her pajama pants and ran its way down to gently rub Eliza’s steamy hot sex. The blonde’s eyelids fluttered, she could feel the tenuous grasp of the situation she had failing her, “Mira…I-eek!” her words were interrupted by Mira beginning to tease her folds, “-no- I…you”

Mira’s head rested on Eliza’s shoulder as her hands worked at the other woman’s body, “No, it’s alright…I understand…But I can’t let that happen.”

Eliza was panting openly now as Mira’s fingers invaded her dripping honeypot. The woman, expertly caressing her insides as was no longer giving her any reprieve or time to think.

Mira continued, “Listen to me, such a good girl…just focus on my voice.” She began to sing softly into the professor’s ear and it was enough to send the blonde over the edge. Mira felt Eliza’s pussy clamp down on her fingers. Her expression remained even as she continued to tease and push Eliza’s body to the edge over and over, interspersed with song.

Mira watched as Eliza grew slack-jawed, breathing heavy. Her eyes were hollow and filled with only thoughts of lust and release. As Mira paused her ministrations, a needy whine came from Eliza, who opened her mouth, “m-m-more…p-please!”

Expression as calm as ever, Mira held Eliza close, “Soon…but first, I need you to know I have a solution for your date, I just need to you to listen to me, ok? If the problem is you can’t handle seeing Caleb, there’s a very simple solution,”

Eliza bucked her hips against Mira’s hands, seeking friction, and gave a cry of frustration. Mira acquiesced and brought her attention to the professor’s sex again, punctuating with the words, “I just need you to listen to me.” At the renewed contact, the professor cried out, so lost in the sea of sensation that had completely overshadowed thought in her mind.

Mira knew if anyone found out about this, what they’d think. Madeline would likely be appalled that she had abused her trust like this. Caleb might resent her for toying with Eliza this way. She didn’t care. She would make sure everyone made it out of here. They could hate her all they wanted, as long as they made it out.

Caleb was unsure of how long he had wandered around the park for when he finally settled in front of a fountain. The stone structure was vaguely phallic, spraying onto the cavorting nude fauns below. Classy. Caleb rolled his eyes and sat down at the bench nearby, and collapsed, letting his form bend to the shape of the seat.

He noted that oddly, this was the least anxious he had felt being outside. Something about the other feelings made the fear of being outside feel…small. It was still there; his heart was pounding, but reliving his middle school days, something was different. He supposed it was probably a temporary thing. If you’re dying of starvation and a bear appears in your camp, suddenly, one thing is likely to take precedent, even if the other is still a very real danger.

He exhaled slowly, breath management was always important, no matter what the distress response was. He gripped the handle of the umbrella tightly in his hand and tried to focus. Leaving the Haunted House, his feelings had been scattered but intense; he couldn’t tell exactly what he was feeling, he just knew it got worse every time he looked Noemi in the face.

He stared upward, “Shouldn’t I just get over it?” He mumbled, “She says she loves me…even explained why the other day, isn’t that enough? We said we’d put all that behind us, so…”

He paused and thought about the time walking through the haunted house, how had she reacted? He chewed on his inner cheek.

The answer was so obvious that it was frankly painful to admit to, and he gave a pained laugh, “No, it’s impossible to put it behind us.”

Even if they were different people now, that experience was still part of their narrative. Those experiences shaped Caleb and regardless if she had outwardly become a different person, without knowing how Noemi felt now facing those events, Caleb realized how little he knew of who she was. That’s why it hurt to look now, because in the face of those memories, he had no idea if the girl who laughed as she treated him like garbage was just buried and waiting to rear her head.

He had known nothing about Maya, and that had been frightening in its own way. He only knew Mira from work. Stella and Maddy were just ideas in his head. Amy, he had known better, but a one-night stand wasn’t the same as knowing someone. Eliza and Lily had been the closest people to him in his adult life, and Lily he had shared bad experiences with, but it couldn’t be compared. Ignoring the cloud over their relationship wouldn’t help him and Noemi be closer; it would only make it worse when the inevitable storm came.

He took another slow breath and stood up. His heart was still throbbing, and if he was honest, the last thing that sounded appealing right now would be facing Noemi like this. But if he didn’t do it now, he’d be setting them both up for failure. He had a responsibility and even if…even if she was still that girl deep down, no one deserved whatever punishment transformation Lucian might dream up.

The park felt eerie walking in it alone, with only the occasional Faun barker to indicate life outside of himself. While walking around with Noemi, it was almost like a dream date, having a park like this all to yourself. Alone? It almost felt like the rapture had happened with how unnaturally still it was.

It took a while, but Caleb eventually found Noemi. She was kneeling in a clearing the park had, a little patch of greenery with a patch of rhododendrons in the center, their bright red and pink standing out against the rest of the park. The Chilean woman held one of the flowers in her hands and gently twisted it so the flower came loose before falling to the ground. She then heard Caleb’s footsteps and turned, startled. “You came back.” Her voice was filled with relief, like she could scarcely believe it.

Caleb simply nodded, “Yeah, I came back.” An awkward silence followed, Noemi unsure of what she should say and Caleb unsure of how to start. He twiddled his fingers before making a fist, summoning his courage and looking at Noemi determinedly, “I’m sorry, I can’t do what I said. I can’t forget what happened.”

“Caleb, I-what? Why?” Her voice was panicked, and she stepped forward, “It was working, right? We had fun together last week, right? And when I helped you before?” She staggered forward, her eyes were wide open and her hands out, fingers curved like she was trying to clutch onto something, “It was working! So why?”

“Because I don’t know who you are, by trying to look past what happened, I wasn’t looking at you. If I kept doing that…I could never see you and there is no way I could ever return your feelings. Is that what you want?” Caleb was trying to be careful with his words. Despite everything, he did care for the Noemi who had spent time with him during their time here. He didn’t want to hurt her carelessly.

“No-I.” Noemi’s expression was scared and manic, “You couldn’t? Not ever?”

Shaking his head sadly, the master looked Noemi in the eye, “No, I’d be ignoring an entire portion of you. Can you imagine a couple that can’t talk about the past without risking their relationship falling apart? Does that sound healthy?”

“But-” Noemi frantically searched for the words, “We’d have a family to focus on instead…right?! We wouldn’t even need the past!”

“Noemi, that’s…insane. We’d have to lie to any kids we had about how we met. Everything from the ground up would be a lie.” Caleb ignored the base bit about her jumping to having kids at all at this point; this seemed more important.

“Why is that a bad thing?!” Noemi threw out her hands violently. She looked caught between being ready to break into tears and ready to throw things, “Wouldn’t that lie be better than…better than…” She paused, and the tears started to flow out as she fell to her knees, “...how could you ever love someone who had done such horrible things to you?”

Caleb sighed, “I don’t know.” Noemi wailed in response, but there was no sense in hiding things at this point, they had come too far to create new lies. Dropping to his knees next to Noemi, he held her cheek, “Noemi, do you honestly regret what you did? Or only that it’s in the way of what you want?”

The Chilean’s wet eyes searched the master’s expression, searching for the answer he was looking for, the one that would make things right and make him love her. His expression was even, his eyes compassionate but also hard, as if he was ready for things to fall apart at any moment. Noemi sniffled, “Before I-before seeing the haunted house, I hadn’t thought of that stuff in years…not that way.” She clarified at the end.

“I thought about bullying you, but the distinct events? They blended together. I might remember one or two things, but it was always your face mostly, how distraught you were, how weak you looked…how strong I felt.” Her eyes darted away, “It wasn’t something I was ashamed of…just something that had happened. Like how other kids might reminisce on playing football or being in theatre.”

“Right,” Caleb said plainly, acknowledging her words and trying to keep himself from reacting even as the bile rose in his gut.

“When I got here…when we fought, it was that feeling I was fighting against. You still felt weak and being put in this position…and you telling me what I did was wrong? It sounds dumb but I was offended.” She chuckled through the tears, “‘How dare he be mad at me for bullying him, those are my precious memories’...that sort of thing.”

She wiped her face, “Then the reality sank in…what this show was, what it meant, and I realized my life was literally in your hands and…” She paused, “When you swallowed everything up, to try and help me…” She ran her hands through her hair, “Simultaneously, I didn’t think what I did was a big deal, but I knew YOU did…and so when you did that for me I-no one has ever done something like that for me.”

Noemi reached out and gingerly touched Caleb's cheek, “After going through the haunted house…after seeing the reality, it felt like a punch in the gut, but it solidified everything you had done for me. All that you had gone through, and you were still willing to try for me, so when you walked away…”

Caleb raised his hand and rested it on hers. She choked on a sob before continuing. “I don’t want to lose the Caleb who tries so hard for me, for everyone here. Not when I had just realized how horrid I’d been and how much he had been holding back.” She bit her lip, “I’m…still not a good person, I get angry quick, I throw tantrums…I don’t handle pressure well. I want to help my family and do right by them, but...I also just want someone who sees just me.”

Caleb began to open his mouth, “Noemi with-” She took her hand on his cheek and brought a single finger to his lips and shook her head.

“I know…you’ll never just be mine and maybe after today you don’t want to be mine at all, but I won’t ever stop trying to get your full attention on me.” She swallowed, “I do love you, and I don’t want to be the person who hurt you anymore.”

Looking into her eyes, Caleb saw the sincerity there and knew that Noemi was laying everything bare for him right here and now. He swallowed the lump in his throat, “Then lets start for real this time, I don’t know where I’ll end up, but I see you now.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek, “And I’m willing to try.”

Bursting into tears again, Noemi jumped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his chest.