Branding and the Claim .(Meet the Master)

Whitney's POV: Opening my eyes I can see the cemetery Ma was buried at. Smiling to myself and looking at the cool October sky, I button my jacket up to its top and begin the walk I have traversed hundreds of times as I spent my Sundays at my mothers gravestone. Finding that familiar Angel head tombstone you stoop down and smile. There is a color picture of your mother engraved in the headstone with her name and date she became one with the Living ****. As you read it you laugh at some of the memories of your mother. How she laughed at you when you explained to her what your view was on spirituality and how she became amazed even proud at how you linked various events and gave her a understanding she herself didn't have about spirituality. You remember all of your conversations over coffee and cake of love lost, hurt, sorrow and pain. You remember she was the best woman in your life until she couldn't be and was taken away from you. You remember the anguish and void her **** caused in your life and you begin to cry. *Come back to me my love, leave that sorrow behind.* you hear a familiar voice whispers to you. You slowly open your eyes and see a pair of lilac eyes staring back at you as a voice whispers "Good morning and welcome back to me, my love". You slowly sit up and witness quite possibly the most beautiful female form you have ever see. This woman sits up so you can drink in the indescribable sight of her body as she moves in closer to you.

You feel her hand run up your chest until it rests where your heart is and she says "With this I brand you, you belong to me." as soon as she finishes those words you feel searing pain flash across your body. Before you can cry out She pulls you into a heated embrace where her wet muscle slides into your mouth and fills it completely. This kiss completely takes away the pain and you slip back into peaceful dreamless sleep.

Iphisnixii/Hope POV: *I'm finally here, I've waited for this man for what feels like eons. I will have him* Iphisnixii/Hope thinks to herself after she pulls away from their kiss. She notices he is limp in her arms and she smiles to herself. Running her hand through his forest of hair she takes a peek into his mind and sees what he sees:

*Whitney's POV and Dream*

Iphisnixii/Hope POV: I pull back from his mind and watch him stir. Smiling to yourself, *Mother I never knew the joy of being in this plane, I wish I would have done this sooner. * you think to yourself. As I watch my love open his eyes and focus on him, speaking with warmth and affection "Good morning and welcome back to me, my love" I said locking eyes with Whitney. *NOW YOU MUST MARK HIM TO BIND YOUR ESSENCE TO HIS SOUL FOR ALL TIME* a familiar voice reverberates in your head. Without hesitation you instinctively caress his body and stop where his heart is. Your hands can feel the heat Whitney's body is producing from touch alone. You feel your body responding in kid as you say to him "With this I brand you, you belong to me" As you brand his soul you can feel the pain the branding is causing and out of reflex (you learn later that physical contact takes away his pain) you kiss him. Once your lips lock you begin to experience a new sensation all together. The pleasure and sensation of your kiss isn't what it was before but is magnified exponentially. You are experiencing your side and his at the same time and the experience is too much for you to handle so you break the kiss as you notice he falls into a deep sleep.

Gazing at his face I memorizing every scar, every poc mark, blemish, everything that a normal woman would think is unattractive captivating to me. Beginning to feel his pain radiate through his sleep and without needing to connect to his mind you see he is having a nightmare of when he was deployed during the war. "There There my love, you will have no more pain nor sorrow because I am your shield, your protection." you whisper as you lovingly stroke his face. As I speak these words he immediately begins to relax in my arms. "I could get use to this." speaking out loud while placing Whitney back on the bed.

*LISTEN WELL MY CHILD, YOU NO LONGER NEED TO CONNECT WITH HIS MIND TO HAVE ACCESS TO IT* Mother speaks to you suddenly. *BECAUSE YOU BRANDED YOURSELF TO HIS SOUL YOU BOTH ARE CONNECTED ON ALL LEVELS OF REALITY. BECAUSE YOU CLAIMED HIM YOU ARE HIS MASTER AND WILL ALWAYS BE AWARE OF EVERYTHING HE DOES, THINKS OR SAYS WHETHER YOU ARE IN HIS PRESENCE OR NOT.* Mother states again. "Wait, what is this Master thing you are talking about" you state to Mother as floods of memories of behavioral psychology, information of S&M and erotica course through your body providing knowledge and information you have not had prior to this. "This is not the type of person I want to be Mother." you state distressed of the information you received on a "Master's" role. *AS I HAVE SAID BEFORE CHILD, YOU CHOSE YOUR OWN PATH* Mother states as she retreats from this plane of existence .

Noticing that Whitney is stirring again and seeing his confusion on the events that happened in his waking mind you look through your vast knowledge and find a explanation to what just happened. You come across what humans refer to your kind as "Succubus". Chuckling to yourself at the name and noticing there is nothing even remotely the same but its the closest thing you have to describing what you are. Whitney opens his eyes and looks at you with a sight you are use to seeing and it breaks your heart to see it from him: Terror.