Chapter 16: Leaving With The Sisters
In the quiet aftermath of our sex, I pulled my cock out of Rachel’s cave. A soft grunt escaped her lips, but my attention was captured by leaking virgin blood of Rachel mingled with the remnants of our passion.
Overwhelmed by a sudden of exhaustion, I made my way to the adjacent shower, seeking solace in the cascade of water. The cool stream washed over me, carrying away the sweat and fatigue that clung to my body. For five minutes, I stood there, lost in thought, the water serving as a temporary baptism, cleansing me of the immediate past.
Emerging from the shower, I hastily dried myself with a nearby towel and dressed in my pants and T-shirt. As I turned to face the room, a nervous glance over my shoulder revealed Rachel, now awake and seemingly freed from the haze of lust that had previously enveloped her. Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling.
I felt a pang of guilt, a desire to apologize for what had happened. But the words caught in my throat, tangled in the web of secrecy that surrounded my ability to heal. Revealing the truth would require an explanation I wasn’t ready to give, a risk I wasn’t prepared to take. Emily had been an exception, a unique case that I still struggled to understand. But Rachel? The instinct to keep my ability as hidden and secret as possible was overwhelming, a gut feeling that had been with me since the dream that had first revealed my power.
"Well, thank you for giving me your virginity, Rachel," I said playing again the bastard. "It would have been a shame for you to die a virgin. But a promise is a promise. I will take your sister to safety."
With that, I gathered my belongings and exited the room, the door clicking shut behind me. Despite the lack of concrete evidence, I felt an inexplicable certainty that Rachel had been cured.
The apartment was quiet, Rebecca still sequestered in her room. I made my way to the kitchen, the cool water from the tap a welcome relief to my parched throat. As I sat on the sofa, the silence of the apartment was broken only by the sound of my own breathing, my nerves on edge as I awaited Rachel’s reaction to the events that had unfolded.
A minute later, Rebecca emerged from her room, all dressed up ready to leave with filled bag over her shoulders that seemed quiet heavy for her...
"Where is my sister?" She asked right after. But I intercepted her, my hand gently resting on her arm.
"I’ve spoken to her," I said reassuringly. "She needs some time alone. She asked us to give her space."
Rebecca’s gaze searched mine, her reluctance to accept my words was there. But eventually, she nodded, taking a seat on the sofa across from me.
"You said you live upstairs?" She asked.