The Voices of Melilia's Garden

Isabella:

The kitten was so very soft and warm, Isabella thrilled to hold it in the arms she shared with Melilia. But when she had suddenly leaned over to kiss Eric, Isabella had tried to pull back from it. After that she was keenly aware of how his hand rested on their shoulder, posessively, how he pulled Melilia more tightly to his side. Isabella caused Melilia's stomach to turn and flutter with nervous fear, her heart to race was well. She wanted to pull away from him altogether. His touch... His touched scared her... The room began to grow chilly with her fear.
 
Melilia

I couldn't control myself for a moment. My stomach began to flip and feel sickly, not excited like it should. I was confused where these feelings were coming from, but I had guessed that Isabella was not happy about Eric.

"Don't you like him, Izzy?" I thought to her. "He is so kind and gentle, you need to give him a chance!" I continued as his grip became more intense.
"I want the three of us to make love, and I want you to be willing, instead of how it was for you in life." I persuaded, hoping she would sense his passion.

I continued to pet the kitten for her sake. To prove that it wasn't going to be afraid of her forever. Eric's touch had begun to stir my passion, though, and it made it difficult to continue petting the cat. The feeling of Isabella's fear, and Eric's touch, made the room feel completely off balance. I had to reclaim the situation.

"Eric," I said without looking at him, "I have feelings for you, and they are growing very strong, and I feel a deep desire to make love to you tonight. I am sorry if that is too forward, and you are uncomfortable now but, it is the plain truth and I don't want to hide my feelings from either you or Izzy. The thing is, I don't think she is happy about it for some reason." I finished with a side glance at him, and I quickly returned my eyes to the kitten, as though Isabella was in complete controll of my eyes and hands now.
 
Isabella:

Growing more and more tence by the second as the man's hold on her tightened, Isabella tried to pull away, tried to stand up, but Melilia was fighting her in this. She wanted to SLEEP with the man! "No!" Isabella cried out in their shared mind. "NO PLEASE!" She was feeling trapped all of a sudden. She thrashed about inside of Melilia's body.
 
Melilia

I began to feel an upward pull on my body, and I knew that Isabella was trying to get up, and move away from Eric, while clinging to me. I really had no choice in the matter, and suddenly I rose up out of Eric's arms and found myself standing by the back door looking out into the garden, while still cradling the sleeping kitten. I heard weeping from within as Isabella began to sobb with confusion.
"Please Isabella, Why don't you like Eric? Can't you feel the love in him?" I thought to her.
I knew that she was upset and that nothing would make sence to her right now. Suddenly, with out warning Eric came up from behind, grabbed us, turning us towards him and began to talk directly to Isabella.
 
Erik

Everything had happened right around me so quickly. It was very hard for me to adapt to the situation with Isabella and Melilia's conflicting emotions. After they both had bolted away from the couch, I slowly followed the two of them as they walked off to talk. Listening to the two of them have their brief moments alone, I slowly walked up behind them to get in a few words. Coming up from behind, my arms gently grab hold of them, turning them around till they were face to face with me.

After doing this, I tried to talk with the spirit inside of the woman I loved, "Isabella, I know about everything that you've been put through in your past. All the horrible memorys you must have of loosing your child, being taken against your will. It would be a lie for me to say I know how you feel, but I'd like to help you in any way that I could."

Looking right pass Melilia's eyes, into the soul of Isabella, I continued "You don't have to do anything that you don't want do do, Isabella. But if you can find the courage to open up to me, I would try my best not to hurt you like they had done before."

There was so much fear in her about letting me into their life in that way. It was very understandable considering the conditions of her death. She had been able to open up to and become more with Melilia. Now, I was hoping that she could find it in herself to take that chance once again. Only, this time she would have it be with someone that reminded her of the way she died.
 
Isabella:

Whimpering in fear, Isabella weakly tried to pull away, Eric's words came to her distantly. He did seem a caring man, but Isabella still felt clenched by fear. She she sunk to her knee's with a pitiful moan of defeat.
 
I felt her anxiety and began to feel wooshy and sick. I was pulled to the floor and I began to cry, because I could strongly feel Isabella's resistance weaken into submission. I didn't want her to submit though. I wanted her to grow, and learn from the love Eric had to offer us. I was afraid I was about to loose her.

"Oh, Eric, We can't do this to her! She is too afraid!" I sobbed, with dissapointment and fear.
"Isabella, I love both you and Eric. Do I really have to choose?" I said outloud, meaning to only think it.
"Please don't make me choose!" I begged.

Eric had knelt down to meet us, still softly holding us. He let out a sigh and abruptly said "I should just go, and not bother the two of you again. I am the cause of all of this."
"NO, ERIC!" I cried out loudly.
"She is just afraid. We can't expect her to love you this soon. She is just beggining to trust me!" I explained still crying and full of confusion.
"If you feel you must go for the night, I understand, as it is getting late but, please don't leave me permenently. Aside from Izzy, you are the only friend I have, and besides regardless of all this, I am falling in love with you!" I blurted the last part out and suddenly felt completely foolish. He must have thought me an idiot and that seemed in my mind to really be why he wanted to go.
 
Erik

Those last words that escaped from her mouth had really taken me by surprise. She just said... yes... she had just said that she was starting to fall in love with me. I was just floored by that revelation. True, I had known she liked me a lot, and that we were really hitting it off. That's all been very well known by me. However, finding out that she was in love with me. That was completely something else.

Then again, I couldn't help but understand what it was she was talking about in the first place. It seemed too strong for me to feel this considering how short a time we knew each other, but I too was begining to fall in love with Melilia. Walking back to her, I gently hug her against me as she continued to cry softly.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you two for good." I told Melilia while kissing her forehead lightly, "To be honest, I think I'm falling in love with you also. We've known each other for such a little time, but there's something between us."

Feeling her warmth against my own, I close my eyes to let myself drift off into a daydream. A daydream of the happiness that could be for the three of us if we could make this odd relationship work out. We had to be able to make this work, I couldn't imagine letting her go from my life now. If only Isabella could see, then things would be better for all threee of us.
 
Isabella:

Isabella had pulled deeply into Melilia, her spirit was bundled up like a child within Melilia's womb. It was peaceful there, nothing to fear at all... An idea came to her when she was so deeply rooted within Melilia like she was. "Like a child..." She thought.
 
It was so strange how I had suddenly felt lifted of the confusion. It was like Isabella had left me, but was still very much inside me. I was still filled with the fear of loosing her over Eric, so I continued to cry. I desperately needed the comforting touch of Eric, and the love of Isabella both. Eric guided me gently back to the living room, and eased me down onto the couch. Sitting next to me he put his arms around me and held me closely, as if he knew exactly what I needed. But, what about Isabella? I worried about it so I quietly and gently thought "I want to know what you want and need Isabella. You need to guide me."

Just then I suddenly felt a pull inside towards Eric. Like she had decided to become close to him. I was so amazed how light and comfortable the feelings from within me were. It was like Isabella had become comfortable with this situation, like she had found her place in all of this. I just wondered what it was.

"Eric, I think she is better now." I said with a tearful grin, looking up into his warm and inviting eyes.
 
Eric

Melilia looked up at me with a tearful grin and announced that she felt Isabella was feeling better now. She had a look of happiness and slight confusion mixed over her facial features. Like she wasn't sure about something, but was now more at peace with things as they were going. With a gentle smile, she walked towards me and into my arms for a warm embrace. Holding her against my body, I held her tightly, not wanting to let go as I kissed her cheek a few quick times.

Letting her out of my embrace, I looked down at her to see the tears in her eyes. "Don't cry, Melilia." I told her while wipping them away, "I'll never leave you or Isabella. Never."

Leaning down to meet her height, our lips meet in another kiss. Our lips press against one anothers while we start to slowly fall more and more into the passion of the moment. It was at that exact moment that I knew, not thought, but knew that I was falling in love with this woman. And it was the most wonderful thing that I'd ever felt.
 
Melilia

It was comforting to hear Eric's words of reassurance and my crying was subdued by the brightness of his eyes. My heart ached to feel and touch him with passion and I wanted to give myself to him and to make love to him. I wanted to feel his hands explore my body, and I wanted to feel the glory of his touch leading me to orgasm. My heart ached for this, but soonly my body began to follow in these feelings.

I threw my arms around his shoulders and rose up to meet his lips. Right before our lips met I whispered "Eric, I want you to make me yours, I want you to make love to me!" I kissed him deeply and soon he was swept up in my touch and kiss. My hands glided over his back, longing to feel his flesh under my palms and fingertips. I felt his hands on my waist, begin to move and caress me.

I broke the kiss with a smile, took him by the hand and rose up to guide him to a more comfortable location. He didn't say anything while I walked, pulling him along, down the hallway towards the stairs. As we approached the stairs I stepped up one step, but then turning around, kissed him again deeply while we groped one another. I hoped that he would comply to follow me to my room.
 
Erik

Melilia's words of how she wanted me to make love with her took me by surprise. But, surprisingly, it wasn't as big a shock as I'd thought it would have been. Before I could put much more thought to what was going on around us, we were caught up in the heat of our passion. She lead me by my hand over towards the stairs that I knew would lead us to her bedroom.

Following Melilia up towards her bedroom, I kept my arms wrapped around her waist as we walked. We entered her room and I kissed her gently along the neck while making out way to her bed. The two of us both fell onto the bed almost at the exact same time. Our eyes stayed locked onto one anothers as my hands worked around her waist, making their way through her dress.
 
My body felt so alive at his touch, and I wanted and craved more. His hands groped over me gently, making his way over my back, as mine found his chest, neck and shoulders.
He gently undid the buttons of my dress, and he slid his hand inside, around my waist, while he pressed his body against mine. I could feel his body respond to my touch, and his groin began to swell, as our hips ground into one another.

It was no effort for me to become aroused either. My nipples were as erect as they could be, as his hand slid up to meet them, trapped inside the silken bra I was wearing, and were ready to be touched for the first time in over a year, by any one but myself. My back instictivly arched as he caressed my breast through the soft fabric. I felt a sudden wetness pool up in my panties and I knew that I could easily orgasm, simply from his touching my breasts. I resisted with much effort and distraction. Kissing him more deeply, I began to pull up his shirt, to reaveal his strong muscles, and tanned skin. I could have just melted right then. He was the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on, nevertheless touched or been touched by. I was surely in heaven now.

[Edited by G.R. on 04-12-2001 at 11:53 PM]
 
Erik

Melilia helped me out of my shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside for the time being. Returning her kisses with my very own, my one free hand tried to undo the belt and zipper to my pants. She broke the kiss long enough to catch me attempting this with one hand. Giving me a sweet smile, her hands slowly trailed down my chest, running her finger nails along the skin. They made their way down to the top of my pants, sneaking her slim fingers around them to find it's zipper.

Finding it, she pulled it downwards till the whites of my underware were showing. My one free hand snapped off the pants button quickly then helped Melilia get me out of them. Once they were off, my underware was next to follow. Sliding them down my legs and throwing them to the side, the growing erection between my legs was exposed to her for the first time. Hopefully, it wouldn't turn out to be the last for us.

"Let me help you out of your clothes." I offered Melilia while reaching over for the dress she had choosen to wear for the evening.

Sliding the top part over her head, a smile showed on my face at seeing her breasts like this. Looking over her entire body, slowly taking in every inch of her, I thought to myself how beautiful she was. The night light from the outside shines upon her form due to the position she was in at the moment. It only proved to add to her natural beauty.
 
My mind swirled with sensation and the hard realization that it had been to long a time without the touch of a man, and her mind worried about her own performence in one quick flash of moment. His touch was like silk over her skin, but she worried that she wasn't giving back what he was putting in to this. While his hands poured over my flesh, I ran my inner thiegh up the outside of his leg, wrapping my lower leg over his hip and back. Wanting to be certain that he knew that I so desired him, I pulled my hips up to his, and ground into him lightly. My silken panties were being soaked through as my mound brush over his encased rigidness, giving the both of us a wonderful sensation.


I desired him to feel the silk against his skin, so I ran my hand into the waist band of his underware and began to work them down off his hip. Looking into his admiring eyes, I discoverd the trueness of our connection. He showed his love in his eyes, and I knew he could see mine. He lowered his mouth to mine, and began to kiss me softly. Our bodies where set into perpetual motion by the force and draw between us, so to engauge in otherwise distracting motion was effortless. He began to move over my face with his kisses, down my neck and following the rise of my breast to my nipple. The heat of our contact was soul enriching and more wonderful than I could have ever imagined.

But deep from within there was a numbness that had settled in the pit of me. It was not of pain or sorrow, just numb. A kind of undescribable chill and heat at the same time. I felt a tugging in my womb, suddenly. A sort of ache I had never had before. My thoughts turned from Eric to Isabella. I suddenly realized it was her, in the most deepest reaches of my womanhood. I was in shock when I was suddenly overcome with the truth.

I jolted up and I threw Eric aside. He looked astonished at the force my small frame had exerted. I got up immediatly, and I paced a bit. I turned to him, still lying there on the bed, and stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say.

"What is wrong Melilia, are you angry at me?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Uh, uhh, I, I.." Still in shock I mumbled. "Eric, uh, I think, umm, we have a problem!" I finally go out after moments of dumbfoundedness.

"This is too soon, you are right, I should have exerted my respect for you, no matter how bad we lust for one another, we can't be sure it's love and we shouldn't be doing this untill we are sure, right? Don't worry sweetie, you were right for jumping up and making this stop!" he rambled embarrasedly, while struggling off the bed to find his pants and shirt, while I just stood there in more shock to his kind, but displaced insightfullness. Maybe he was right, and it was too soon, but not because we didn't know for sure about our feelings, but because of Isabella's perspective and frame of mind, at present.

I knew instinctively from the moment she exerted impatience with Mine and Eric's extended foreplay, that she had been considering and ploting a conception of herself into our child. The idea was a bit hard for me to stomach, and I knew that Eric needed to know. How though, could I tell him, when he is possibly thinking of her and I together as some sexual stimulation, that he may be pleasing us both in one body. The thought of that had even turned me on, as I had discovered earlier in my time with Izzy that I had bisexual fantasies. How could I have told him. There was no doubt that I just couldn't but, I had to say something.

"Eric, No, that isn't what stopped me, but we do need to wait to make love, you are right about that." I stummbled for a cover up story while I figured out what to do with Isabella.
"Look" I neared him while speaking, only to realize I was setting myself up to have to tell him, because I knew in my heart I couldn't lie to him.
"I want you so much, and I know you wish to recipricate my love, but I am thinking that there are a few issues with Isabella that are more urgent that have been brought up to me in the time we were beginning our love makeing." I continued, only to find his eyes fill with that natural inquizative light that he gets when he is concerned. That light I cannot resist.
 
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