Demrin: CallaMature

Demrin sat alone in his room, his head in his hands. Life was becoming stressful. He raised his head at the fierce pounding on the door of his room. It burst open and Calla strode in, tears streaming down her face.

“Why did you do it?” she sobbed, walking over to Demrin and standing in front of him.

“Do what, Calla, my dear?”

“You know fucking well what! You wiped my memory of Everette, made me forget him! And it’s you fault Adder won’t speak to me, he hates me! He heard you saying we had shared a night! Why?”

Demrin was shocked, how had she remembered?

“Calla, my dear I-“

“Don’t call me your dear, Warlock” she spat, furious.

“I am sorry, Calla. I did it for your own good, I- no wait, I cannot lie to you. I wiped your memory of Everette, because I hoped in doing so, that you would fall for me”.

Calla’s expression softened, a new wave of tears erupting. She fell, sobbing into Demrin’s arms, her head in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her slender body, cradling her. He placed one hand on the back of her head, holding it close, the other on the small of her back, gently rubbing it to soothe her.

“D-Demrin, I’m sorry I yelled, I was upset”.

“No Calla, it is I who should be sorry, I should never have done it too you”.

“It’s fine, Demrin, I forgive you”.

Calla continued to sob into Demrin’s chest, her body heaving. He could feel her breasts pressing against him as her chest rose and fell.

“Calla, there is something I need to tell you, something I have always wanted to tell you”.

“Yeah, what is it?” Calla asked with a yawn.

“Calla, I-I love you, I am completely in love with you, and I have been from nearly the moment we sat down for that first drink in California so long ago..”

He looked down to see Calla fast asleep in his arms. He smiled, his confession would have to wait for another day. With a flick of his wrist, the latch on the door closed, locking out any intruders, namely Adder or Stephanie. He slowly pushed himself and Calla onto the bed proper, laid his arm over her body and fell asleep with her in his arms. He was in a state of pure bliss.


Demrin sat opposite Calla, her hands in his, her eyes glazed with a loving gaze.

“Calla, I am so deeply in love with you, I cannot even begin to explain it to you”.

His eyes slid over her body, taking in her slender form, the way her breasts protruded from her chest, a lock of her long hair falling directly between them. Her beautiful smile widened at his words.

“When I am with you, my life is complete, I feel fulfilled. You are breathtakingly beautiful, and you are one of the kindest, sweetest people I have ever met. I could never work up the courage to tell you this before, but recently, after my death, and re-birth, it is as if I were born with a renewed vigour. I am going to do everything I should have done in my first lifetime, starting with this. I love you”.

“Oh Demrin”, Calla said, her eyes welling up, “I love you too”. She pressed herself into him, her lips brushing his, then full on kissing him. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, and began working at the catch on his robe, pulling them off. Demrin ripped her blouse off, unclasped her bra with one hand and then lay on her. He lost himself in the passion of the ensuing minutes, a state of utter happiness and satisfaction taking him over.


Demrin’s eyes fluttered open, Calla was in his arms, fast asleep, her clothes still on. It had been a dream. He smiled as he remembered his proclamation to Calla, then frowned as he realised he would not be able to bring himself to repeat it.

He moved away from her a bit, and stared at her until she woke.

The End

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