Red Moon Rising
Chapter 8: Clinging to the Wagon
Sarah’s smile was so wide it almost hurt as she watched her daughter and “niece” sleep. They looked so much alike, but there were parts of Sylvia that looked more like her, or more like Valerie, that made her heart beat faster. She’d felt guilty when her magic had made Sylvia so close to her fall at the hands of her other self, but it had felt like the right thing to do. Seeing her daughter in the flesh, getting the chance to savor her actual presence, it was a sacred gift beyond imagining.
It was worth it.
“Whenever we visit Susan, she always says how much Sylvia reminds her of you as a baby. She gets the most happy look in her eyes . . .” Valerie sighed as she pressed closer to her lover, arms wrapped tight. “I’m so happy to see you . . .”
“You’ve said that ten times in the last five minutes.” Sarah’s smile stretched wider before she turned to face Valerie. “Sorry, I was afraid I’d never get to see my daughter—our daughter. I’m so happy to see you too, my little Raine-drop . . .”
A gentle mist coated Valerie in a wispy aura, making her eyes glaze all the more dreamily. “I never thought I’d get to hear you say that again, but I knew. I knew I would see you again, I really did. Everyone kept trying to find new ways to tell me it wasn’t going to happen, that you were gone forever and I would eventually accept it, but I knew you’d be back. I knew you couldn’t be gone forever.”
Silver lips pressed into the beautifully purple hair on Valerie’s crown. For a long time they stayed like that, arms wrapped around each other as they slowly rocked in place. Words were unnecessary. Simply being close spoke volumes.
Both of their minds were focused as one on a single thought: Whatever the future would bring, it could not take this moment away from them. It was a moment of pure serenity and togetherness that couldn’t last forever, but not for a lack of trying. Sparking lips gently pressed to Valerie’s forehead, sending a light shudder through her body that quickened the flow of her mist. It was a touch that only Sarah could give her, and that made it feel special. That made it the perfect thing to feel.
Looking down into Valerie’s eyes Sarah finally broke the silence, her lightly sparked thumb tracing along the curve of her lover’s cheek as she spoke. “I want to apologize to you over and over again for what I did, for getting you pregnant when I did, for making you be alone for so long . . . but it’s so big. How can I apologize for such a big screw up?”
“You came back! That’s all I care about now. If you hadn’t then . . . Lucia has talked to me about the night she and Olivia conceived, and I don’t know if it was even your choice. You just knew the time was right, and you did what came natural. I love Sylvia. I’m so glad you did . . .” Tears welled in her eyes, shining brightly through her mist. Every breath she took made them quiver and threaten to spill.
“That’s what I thought you’d say . . . It’s just not enough baby. It’s really not. I put you in danger by making you a part of the project. I’m putting you in danger now!” Sarah forced herself to step away, staring at the wall as she clenched her fists. “I’m not half the woman Lucia turned out to be.”
Valerie wrapped her arms around Sarah before pressing her lips to the back of her neck. The mist hovering around her soothed her silver skinned lover, but not nearly enough. Sarah’s body shook.
Once again they turned wordless, but in a different way. Before, it was in a mutual calm. Now, it was in mutual worry. Sarah’s lips trembled as her own eyes began to fill with tears. Her fists clenched more tightly. The shaking of her body quickened, even as Valerie’s hold grew firmer. All it did was increase her desire to punch through the wall in front of her, but even in her self-loathing she knew it would awaken Sylvia and that was more than enough to hold her back.
The white wall mocked Sarah and made her internal monologue turn all the more abusive. Her mind’s eye filled with images of the Argentum Array, of her struggle to free The Lady, and all of the innocent minds she’d twisted along the way. Self-loathing was the only logical conclusion she could see.
Unable to hold back any longer, a silver fist slammed into the wall. Sarah was able to hold the punch at the last minute, but if the wall were flesh it would still be bruised. “Don’t say anything. I love you, Valerie. I love you more than you can ever know, and you love me more than I deserve. I’ve done a lot more than you know, and probably a lot more than I remember. I don’t want to be given forgiveness. I want to find a way to earn it. I won’t be able to rest until I do.”
“You know, Lucia would say the same thing about some of the things she’s done, and she has you to thank for giving her the chance not to make your mistakes. If you can’t forgive yourself for you, or for me, do it for her and Sylvia. Sylvia deserves a mother, and Lucia will hate herself if her existence hurts you.” Valerie pressed misted lips between Sarah’s shoulders with a sigh. “You know it’s true.”
“I do . . .” Sarah melted into the mist and let her eyes flutter closed. “I’ll try. For you, I’ll try. For Sylvia and . . . Lucia. I hate that you’re right, but you know that.” Sarah turned to face Valerie, and soon after their lips were melted together in bliss.
Neither of them knew how long the kiss lasted, and they didn’t care. It was slow, lips held together by passion and love as much as by sparks and mist. Their eyes fluttered as their hips came together, grinding in long awaited passion as sparks and mist began to flow more readily. Lips parted and tongues met, mist filling Sarah’s mouth as blinding silver seared down Valerie’s spine.
The mist from Valerie’s hips linked with the sparks in Sarah’s, and they grinded harder as the current and conductor moved farther south. Feeling like pure energy latching between their legs they moaned into each other’s mouths as their knees weakened.
Sarah shuddered as she felt trapped inside of Valerie’s mist, her current caught just like her clit in a stream of concentrated mist. Valerie clenched as she felt the sparks latched onto her own pearl, cascading through her body. It was hard to even picture Sarah in her eyes with so much brightness flooding into her. It was as if the sun had been dyed silver and was grinding between her legs, wiping away everything but love and heat.
Nothing else mattered, there was silver light and amethyst mist. Everything else was background. Everything else was just an interruption. Dreams of over a year became true as they shook and moaned.
When Sarah’s eyes fluttered open they were curled on the floor. Valerie was asleep in her arms, and from how soaked her panties felt she knew they must have stayed in the kiss for at least an hour, if not two. Careful not to awaken her Raine-drop, Sarah rose and spared Sylvia a glance before checking the front room.
No one was there.
It’s been at least an hour, and no one is back? No one has even called? Well, they could have . . . I wouldn’t have woke up. Fuck. Oh look, answering machine is blinking . . .
Without a second thought she tiredly clicked the playback button. “There are . . . THREE . . . new messages.” Sarah smacked her hand into her forehead as she yawned, rolling her eyes. “Message one . . .” She was sure it was going to be Lida or Lucia calling, asking for them to expect a delay. Busting a witch out of an asylum without a literal breakout wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, after all, and Sarah was sure that getting one out who was as innocent as Yana would probably be even more difficult.
“Why aren’t you answering your cell phone, Sarah?! I know even you deserve days off, but this is serious! Pick the hell up!” Alyssa’s voice screamed out from the answering machine and Sarah stiffened. Alyssa meant the other Sarah, of course, but it still stung for a moment before it clicked. The silver woman was rather sure their last meeting had not left the best impression on the informant.
Sarah had found out about Lucia’s cell phone after she’d sparked up Jade on the rooftop during the project, and from what Alyssa said she could assume it was the best way to get a hold of the heroine in a pinch. “If you’re not answering your phone, then something is very, very wrong. If something happened to you, then something happened to mother, and to Aureus . . . This just keeps getting better.”
Quickly the machine yelled out message two, and Alyssa’s frantic voice returned. “How is it you can be awake at two in the morning to ask me the word for ‘stop’ in Welsh, but you aren’t answering your phone when someone is after you?! Pick up, now!”
“Sorry, I was passed out on the floor.” Sarah grumbled as she smacked her forehead again. “What quite specifically did Lucia ask you not to do? Get caught up in loving on Valerie. God damn it.”
The machine announced the final message, and Sarah dreaded what it could be. “That’s it! There is a woman, right now, who is coming to your apartment to take you out! Her name is Spinnerette! She’s a spideresque villain and . .. I don’t know what she has against you, I think she’s just being paid! Doesn’t really make her any less dangerous, probably makes her more if anything! I’m going to come over to make sure you aren’t just asleep! Stupid Silver, always . . .”
Mumbling made it impossible to tell what Alyssa’s last words were, and the answering machine was all too happy to jump in to remind Sarah there were no more messages. Though the thought of some spider-freak breaking in didn’t exactly frighten her, she liked the thought of Alyssa dropping by even less.
Alyssa was a normal, with no connection whatsoever to the Nesatealia. If she entered the apartment, that would change very quickly. There was no telling when any number of witches could walk right through the door for the children, Sarah, Valerie . . . or any combination. Again she cursed herself for being a hormonal teenager, and then turned to face the door.
If my experience tells me anything, the door is going to open any moment now. My luck, Alyssa has a spare key. The door will open either as soon as I go to wake my little Raine-drop, or as soon as we walk back into the room. Sarah paused for only a moment. Fuck it. Don’t have a choice.
“Valerie! Valerie, we need to wake up, and now! Some web chick is on her way over here! Alyssa called, apparently Lucia has some fun admirers that wanted to say hello! So wake up, please sweetie?” Calling out so loudly woke up both of the young LaSilvases with almost identical cries, and Sarah covered her ears on impulse as her heart strings tangled. “Wake up, please? As in now? As in past tense be already awoken? I can probably take her on my own, but I’d rather not find out the hard way?”
The startling sound of something smashing into the front door resonated loudly through the apartment as Valerie’s eyes fluttered open. “Wh . . . muh . . .?! Sylvia! Aurora! We must’ve . . . that wasn’t too smart of us was- what’s happening?!”
“Second time now, but that’s okay!” Sarah kneeled down to help Valerie up as quickly as possible. Another loud slam reverberated and the babies cried louder for it. “Spinnerette, some spider-woman type, is outside the front door. Alyssa called three times while we were . . . out . . . warning us that someone sent her after Lucia. Well, Lucia ain’t here, but we sure as hell are. I have the feeling that she won’t care about our differences.”
“Makes sense! I’ve never heard of her before, but I have the feeling she’s not very nice, or law-abiding for that matter!” Valerie lightly squeaked as the sound of the door slamming again quite audibly included the sound of weakening metal. “Didn’t they just get that door fixed?!”
The sound echoed out one last time, quickly followed by the sound of wood loudly falling against the carpet. Sarah stepped away from Valerie and raised her hands above her head. Incomprehensible words flowed from her slowly-moving lips, and her clothes covered with sparkling silver points of light. Her hands lowered down to her waist in a quick sweeping motion, instantly changing her clothing.
Her sensible shoes turned into a pair of tight leather thigh high boots. Her pants and t-shirt faded away, transforming into a one-piece suit that covered between her legs, boosted her breasts while hiding little besides her nipples, and finally wrapped around her neck with wispy shoulders lightly lifted into the air. Her hair rose on its own, a metallic loop holding it together before it spilled down her back.
As almost an afterthought, fingerless white gloves formed over her hands, extending nearly to her shoulders.
The entire transformation took barely a moment, and as soon as it was completed Sarah very carefully stepped towards the doorway of Aurora’s room. Behind her, Valerie simply stared at her exposed silver back, impressed by the view and silent for a loss of words.
Spinnerette entered the apartment slowly, her black painted lips twisting into a grin that highlighted two sharp white fangs just long enough to rest over her lower lip. Above two black eyes sat another two pairs of much smaller eyes. As she shrugged off her black trench coat, two extra sets of arms were revealed, bare compared to the black latex that clung skintight to the pair most would consider normal, and the rest of her body.
Sarah stepped through the doorway slowly, raising an eyebrow as she posed with her hand out, fingertips glittering threateningly. “Is this the part where I welcome you into my parlor, webhead?”
“No . . . The spider says that to the fly, silly Silver Girl. And you . . . are the fly.” Spinnerette grinned faintly wider before letting out a very satisfied laugh. “Nothing personal. The spider doesn’t catch the fly to be cruel. I only intend to wrap you up, not pull off your wings.”
“Sorry, nothing personal, but I’m not a fly. I’m a silver wasp.” Sarah’s entire body pulsed with silver light as she lifted off of the floor and flew towards Spinnerette.
From just above the swell of her ass Spinnerette fired a shot of ultra-thick webbing at the ceiling, and pulled herself up only just in time to stop Sarah from ramming into her. The secondary result sent Sarah directly into the door across the hallway. Her momentum wasn’t nearly enough to break down the door, but it was enough to make her eyes have trouble focusing.
She didn’t see stars, but Sarah didn’t need to be slammed into a hard surface for that anyway.
As soon as she was quite used to her position against the door and tried to stand, web shot out and began to twine its way around her. Arms bound at her sides and soon with her legs trapped tightly together, Sarah struggled as hard as she could. It was to no avail and the webbing began to pull her towards her arachnid opponent. “Not very good at flying, for a wasp, are you Silver Girl?”
“I’m not Silver Girl anymore . . . I am The Domina Argenti. If you think that webbing me up will stop me from sparking you up . . . then you are about to receive a very rude awakening.” Sarah’s lips curled into a dark grin as she hooded her eyes. “And that wasn’t my parlor.”
The webbing was still attached to Spinnerette, a fact that became very apparent as more of it began to pulse and shine with The Domina’s silver light. Flowing through the web like wires it pulsed into the villainess, making three pairs of hands clench tightly before falling loose with quivering fingers. Her nipples visibly strained against their latex casing, and her thighs quivered and shook as her body began to glow and shine as brightly as The Domina’s had in flight.
Gasps shuddered free from Spinnerette’s lips as she struggled to speak but was far too trapped in the light that covered her and obscured all six of her eyes.
Valerie stepped out of Aurora’s room and stared, purple eyes shining with the light from Spinnerette’s body as she slowly fell to her knees. Her thighs clenched and her eyes opened painfully wide as the energy focused on both points. Slowly the tensing of her muscles faded away as the light began to only pulse between her legs and in the center of her eyes. She quivered and shook as if it were everywhere, but Valerie couldn’t see the energy inside of the spider villain’s body that linked her thighs to her eyes to her mind and pushed and drove in flash after flash of blinding, pleasurable silver light.
“That’s a good little spider . . . caught by her own web . . . I always was a fan of turnabout. Thought you could wrap me up, and now? Now, my silver is wrapping a web around you. Feel it, Spinnerette . . . feel your mind so weak and helpless, and my light, my sizzle . . . so strong.” Sarah’s voice quivered in the reverie as her eyes closed and her body slowly arched in its bonds.
Inside of Spinnerette’s mind The Domina’s light was doing exactly as she said it was. Whimpers and moans flowed from her already enslaved body as the light dug into her mind like a choker a size too small, cutting off all of the air, all of the will to her thoughts. She screamed as her hips jerked, and her eyes flashed silver so brightly it made The Domina’s glow seem dim. All of her control, of herself, of her decisions, was choked away by the tight sizzle, and blinded by the light as it pulsed brighter and brighter, until it was so bright there was nothing else.
Like Sarah had made her sparks burst so many times before, all of the light that filled her victim burst at once. With an earsplitting scream of bliss Spinnerette fell forward onto the carpet, six hands tightly clenching before falling flat. The crotch of her pants squeaked loudly as her legs shifted the tight latex, and then fell flat.
Sarah shuddered under the webbing and held back the moan in her throat. She’d felt the other woman’s loss of conscious thought much more deeply than she’d want to admit, but not nearly as deeply as she craved. Memories rushed to her mind of how fulfilling it felt to snap a mind, and she groaned.
Her fingers twitched under the webbing as she considered reopening the conduit. She could still feel the sensation of her current inside of the woman, much like most could remember the resistance against fingertips a woman’s sex burned into memory. So much of her craved to reopen that link to make what she’d done permanent. It would be simple to reopen the link to burn her name into the woman’s mind.
It was Valerie’s voice, that had been speaking for much longer than she’d been listening, that finally pulled her out of her own inner dialogue. “. . . you could do that. It’s amazing, but you might have gone too far . . . Maybe I should get a knife from the kitchen, and try to cut you loose?”
“Y-yeah . . . get a knife or something, she’s too wasted to tell us if there’s a better way. If I dove into her mind, into her thoughts, she might never think again. Fragile as she is now, weak and pitiful, mind spread wide as her legs, it would be too easy to just sear away the ability to think forever. I could do it on accident, with just the wrong intensity in the wrong place . . .” Sarah looked into Valerie’s eyes, and both of them knew how Sarah’s looked.
Hungry.
“Okay, I’ll get a knife . . . You just wait there . . .” Valerie wrapped her arms around herself, unsure of how to feel. Her lover had called herself The Domina Argenti. She’d fried a woman without thinking twice. It was clear if she had thought twice that it would only have been to confirm the obvious desire. It was disturbing, it was twisted, it was wrong, but Valerie knew she had the same capacity within herself.
She didn’t know how Lucia and Olivia worked like they did. Olivia was powerless to stop Lucia, but she seemed to have a certain degree of power of her, still. Sighing, she moved to get the knife, hoping that her own Sarah really had healed. The look still glinting in her eyes seemed to argue against it.
In the hallway, Sarah stared at the fallen woman and tried hard not to think of things she could do to her, or Valerie, or both of them. Six hands? There were so many things six hands could be used to do. Six hands, and the ability to bind her prey? It would be that much harder to stop her. She had no clue just how possible it would be for most to even have a chance, especially if Valerie was ready to focus some of her concentrated mist to enhance Sarah’s sparking.
No . . . this is not getting better. This is falling off the wagon. This is being a bad girl. You can use the name Domina Argenti. That’s okay. It’s a title. You are the mistress of silver, after all. But doing that? Look at her. No. That is no. No more. Is that any example to set for your daughter?
Sarah rested her head back against the door and sighed. Things could get worse, but at the moment she wasn’t sure how. She knew something happened to Lucia. She wasn’t as well as she wanted to be.
She was answered when Alyssa ran into view, staring down at her with wide eyes. “Sar- . . . The Domina?! What the hell are you doing here?!” Quite sure of how things were getting worse even as she tried to pretend they weren’t, Sarah groaned and smacked her head hard against the door, praying for a concussion.