Claimed

“I want you,” Saul breathed into her ear as he slid his hand up her skirt, tracing his way up her inner thigh with a slight touch. Anna Warren shivered, opening her legs further and letting her head fall back.

The spotlights around the college football field were on, glaring down on a foggy green. They were in the bleachers, but they were alone. She leaned back and let his fingers explore.

He looked at her, his eyes as dark as rich earth pierced into her soul. She stared into his eyes, his pupils dilated with need, with lust, the brown of his eyes like fractals she could lose herself in if she weren’t careful. The wash of his dark hair carried with it the smell of promise and nature.

His fingers reached her lips and swirled there for a moment. Saul watched the transformation on her face, the way her lips parted, the way her back arched digging her shoulders deeper into the metal of the bleachers. When she was ready, when she was wet, he plunged one finger into her.

His intrusion burned as only Saul’s touch could burn. His flesh carried with it a plague; it was his curse to inflict disease on anything he touched. Anna Warren was no different.

Saul started to pull out, but Anna reached down, clasped his forearm, and pushed his finger deeper.

“I don’t care,” she whispered. “I want you.”

“Is the little freak going to kill her?” Someone jeered from the green. “Slip it in her, kill her!” A group of bullies laughed and sauntered off. In the waking world, Anna might have found it strange, but in her dreams, it seemed perfectly natural.

“You won’t kill me,” Anna said. “I can heal.”

“Plants,” Saul said. His eyes were shadowed, no longer dilated with his lust.

Anna trailed a finger across his cheek. Saul nuzzled into her embrace, closing his eyes from the pain of his ability and how it separated him from so many things in life he wanted to partake.

“Let me worry about that,” Anna said. She spread her legs wider. “I need you Saul.”

“As I need you but I don’t want to destroy you.”

“We are different,” she said, pulling him down to kiss her. “We are special. How do you know you even could kill me?”

Her lips locked onto Saul’s and he moaned. There was a taste to his tongue as it plunged deep into her mouth. It tasted of cherries and hops. He moaned again, his fingers thrusting deeper into her. He spread his fingers open, stretching her out.

And then they were in a field. Hay wavered around them like waves of the ocean in a stiff breeze. All around her Anna could hear the inhale and exhale of a gale through the forest. She looked up at Saul, positioned above her, his head framed by a crescent moon. Around them fireflies flitted.

They were naked.

Saul was at her entrance, his cock slick, ready, pulsing with need. He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and entered her.

He shivered, gooseflesh running up the length of his back, standing out in prickles against the cool breeze. He took her there.

His mouth bent to her breast, sucking a nipple in he twisted his tongue around the tip, teasing it into an aching peak.

Anna arched into him, feeling the length of his plagued cock digging deeper into her. The fire of his cock was different from the fire of his fingers. His cock was smooth, like velvet. It felt ridged in some way, almost as if it had nubs or soft barbs. The sensation of his textured cock deep inside of her channel made her shiver.

She was close. Already. The swollen head of his cock jabbing against her clit, massaging, stroking with every thrust and every swollen inch of his cock.

He broke his mouth from her breast and trailed kisses up to her mouth. Saul sucked her bottom lip in between his teeth and bit down.

Anna cried out as she neared her orgasm. She felt his plague spreading into her, and she felt her power fight back.

Saul arched up, his nipples hard, every muscle along his body standing out in ridged relief. Anna traced her fingers down his torso, pulling him deeper into her.

And then he was releasing glob after ropey glob of cum deep into her.

Anna cried out, her own orgasm carrying her over the edge.

Her power flowed out of her, removing every bit of the plague which infected her from where his flesh touched hers. Flowers in every color imaginable poked up out of the soil, growing taller than the hay, blooming, opening to the light of the moon even as Anna herself opened completely to the power of Saul.

Hammering on her bedroom door brought Anna Warren straight up out of bed, a shout of alarm on her lips.

“Wake up!” Natalie yelled through the door. “What are you even doing in there? I got here and Father hadn’t had his meds yet and he was starving! Are you going to sleep all day?”

“Fuck,” Anna breathed, running a delicate hand through her red hair. How could she have forgotten that Natalie was coming over today? “I will be right out.”

Natalie scoffed and stomped away.

Anna let her head fall into her hands. She was still excited from the dream, her nipples tender against the cotton of her nightshirt. She turned her head to gaze out her window to the sprawling mansion across the yard. Saul was still gone on business. He was supposed to be back later that day.

Sometimes she felt like he was the only true friend she had. He was the only one that completely understood her power, and her his. The dream had brought back all kinds of feelings from school and how he’d been treated. Anna’s powers were easier to hide, but his weren’t. Either cover up every inch of his skin to avoid touching someone, or have people know what his power was.

Neither had worked well for Saul.

Wish a sigh she pushed out from under her blankets and changed into a pair of white shorts and a blue peasant shirt. She ran a brush through her hair, slipped on her flip flops and jogged down the stairs.

Anna slept cold, but the downstairs was already warm with the warmth of the summer day. Natalie had opened windows in the various rooms around the downstairs and had several fans running, kicking out a breeze through the halls and opened doorways.

“It’s about time,” Natalie said. She was tall, though not as tall as Anna. Like the rest of the family Nat had dark hair. It hung long and loose about her waist. Her nose was on the larger size, but the rest of her face was a portrait of beauty that belied the bitch Anna knew she could be. “Is this how you treat our father? You know he has to take his meds at eight, right?”

Anna checked the clock. It was only 8:15. She rolled her eyes.

“He can take his medicine,” she told Natalie, brushing past her and to the fridge. “I have it all dished out in his pill box.”

“I already made him breakfast,” Natalie said, slouching down in a chair. “He’s resting now. He’s distraught.”

Anna doubted very much that Maxwell was distraught at all. Resting off his drunken stupor more like.

She ignored Natalie’s violent turning of the pages of the magazine she was reading and went to the sink. It seemed Natalie had dirtied as many dishes as she could making breakfast. Anna started drawing water in the sink and scrubbing the plates and bowls for the dishwasher.

“So your weird friend coming over today,” Natalie asked. She didn’t really sound interested, more like she was asking just to annoy Anna. It worked.

Anna stopped scrubbing and looked out the window. She had to count to ten to stop from throwing the plate at her sister. She could imagine chucking it at her like a Frisbee. If she were lucky it might actually hit her.

“He’s not weird,” Anna said. It was the same argument she had about Saul almost every day of her life. When they’d been younger it had been the school bullies as well as her family bemoaning her friendship with the freak.

“Whatever you say,” Natalie said, flipping a page. “Just make sure you don’t touch him when you fuck. Don’t want you getting sick and dropping dead like everyone seems to around him.”

The plate in her hand shattered.

Natalie huffed out a laugh. “Hit a nerve?”

“What are you even doing here still?” Anna asked.

“I’m making sure you don’t accidentally kill our father out of neglect.”

Anna couldn’t help the burst of energy that left her body. Natalie was one of those people that could just press every button no matter how Anna tried not to let her. The power of her birthright bloomed out of her body.

Above Natalie a potted plant shattered, raining down loose soil on her sister as the roots lengthened, thickened, and became too much for the pot to handle.

Natalie shrieked and jumped away from the plant. She flicked dirt and pottery off her shoulder and took her brown hair out of the hairband. She shook her head and raked her fingers over her scalp. She stared at her sister, her brown eyes wide.

For moments Anna stood there, watching her sister’s reflection in the window. She wanted Natalie to say something more. She wanted an excuse to cause harm to her sister.

“What, no talk about how I’m a freak?” Anna said. “The only one of you who ever acknowledged what I could do was mother.” After her mother died, she’d lost the last person in the family she truly liked; the last person in the family who liked her. “No, we don’t admit that.”

“Whatever Anna, you’re not special.” Natalie cut her off. “You might like to think you are, but you’re not. The only thing that’s special about you is that you’re not father’s daughter. That’s the only thing that makes you special in our family. I will be back later,” Natalie said, grabbing her purse. “You freaks are made for each other.”

The door slammed behind her as she left.

Anna closed her eyes against the rush of tears. She might not love her family, but it still hurt when they showed her such hatred. There was no denying that her father thought she wasn’t his daughter. She took several deep breaths and then set to cleaning the glass out of the sink.

She checked to make sure her father had enough beer for the day. He’d already gone through his supply from yesterday. She’d have to go to the store to get him more.

She sat down and started making a list of things she’d have to do that day.

As Anna scribbled she found herself wondering how on Earth she’d gotten to this point: trapped in service of a family who hated her. She felt as though she were obligated to help her father. She was only twenty-five and would love to leave to make a life of her own…but then what will happen to father?

Why did she care? No one cared what happened to her.

Anna pushed the feeling down where she pushed all the feelings she didn’t like. There was no sense in thinking like that, it would only make her more resentful than she already was.

She remembered the dream of Saul. It wasn’t the first dream she’d had like that and it was something on her mind. Could she take Saul without him killing her? Or were these dreams she was having already infecting her? Was that the reason for her uneasiness?

Anna heard Maxwell cough from somewhere further in the house. The sound brought her to her senses. She shook her head. There was a rather long list of things to do spread out before her, and if she were ever to get through them, she’d better get started.

While her father was still in bed she snuck out the front door to grab him some beer from the corner market. At least he wouldn’t be angry over that when he woke.