The Slash Of Truth: The Whispers From Under The Bed

Chapters

Chapter 1 - The Fruit Family Household.
Chapter 2 - Gone.
Chapter 2 - Gone. (Censored Clop)
Chapter 3 - Top Hat.
Chapter 4 - Riddles.
Chapter 4 - Riddles. (Censored Clop)
Chapter 5 - Wake Up.
Chapter 6 - Punishment.
Chapter 7 - Shasha.
Chapter 8 - Buzzing.
Chapter 9 - Haircut.
Chapter 10 - 6.
Chapter 11 - Fight.
Chapter 12 - Sorry.
Epilogue.

Chapter 1 - The Fruit Family Household.

125#

8:16am.

Coalstone Village.

Dear Dairy.

It’s time to move on from my time at Coalstone Village, it feels like the right time at the right place. The area is nice, and the people are lovely but, my desire belongs to my family’s history and mystery as there are things I wish to know about the Fruit Family. My wife is supportive of my idea to move away but, my daughter is not happy which I understand very clearly. My daughter and her friends are irreplaceable, in all her time at the village, there wasn’t a day you could see one without the other. The first day when they first entered the village, I knew my daughter would get along with the folk and their children. Does that make me a bad dad? I feel guilty for making her leave for my own selfishness but, I hope she can forgive me one day.

She’s mad at me, Cherry was caught trying to sneak out this morning by my wife. She made it very clear that she wanted to stay but, there are things she doesn’t understand, things that are my fault in the first place. I’ve been a bad father as we’ve been on the move from place to place, keeping little Cherry in the dark about everything.

Where we are going is a historic home that my ancestors had built up with their own hands called The Fruit Family Household, famous for its everlasting age and its youth look, it’s kind of out of the ordinary now that I think about it. I’ve seen pictures of the location, isolated in the woods but, not too far from civilisation. The grass from what he saw was neatly trimmed and healthy, the trees that surrounded the mansion was elegant and graceful, a perfect distance away from the building, the gravelly path that led to the rich home. Wildlife is not an issue with its peaceful nature and void of carnivorous predators. It’s a perfect home if you wanted quiet life for a big family. By the pictures I saw, the manor was almost as big as the pine, tall trees, looking rich and wise in design, standing strong and carrying four floors including the at attic and the basement in brick, holding 15 rooms and 51 windows in its glorious state, it’s a spectacle to behold and I plan to discover its secrets.

The moment I read about The Fruit Family Household in the stories of old, I knew it was something I had to check out myself and read into its history. True or false, the stories I heard are something of fiction and yet, understandable with all the new magic that started that era. Ghosts, spirits, rituals, I’ve heard it all but, one stood out to me as it was reported several times in articles about multiple murders in The Fruit Family Household and I want to know more, after all, I am an archaeologist, it’s in my nature.

Something does concern me however, almost all the families that have moved in have been mysteriously missing, went crazy or murdered. They were rumours of course but, I take rumours seriously, so, I went out of my way to top the house with more security, make it more secure with motion detectors and cameras, I’ve got it already in the trunk of my car. I even have a gun on me just in case. It may be wasted money in the end, the murder reports were years ago when technology wasn’t the greatest so maybe, it won’t be the same, maybe I’m overreacting. Like they say though, you can’t be too careful.

Anyways, it’s time to go, my wife is restless.

It was an uneventful drive on the highway, a small smile on his face as his finger tapped on the wheel, listening to a jazz tune on the radio. Arctic Fruit was bored out of his mind as it was quite a long trip, his red eyes on the road. 4 hours on the road and 2 more hours to go, it was an exhausting drive but, he felt it was going to be worth it. He will uncover his ancestor’s history, Cherry Fruit will find more friends and his wife, Helly would find a job as a bartender.

Cherry Fruit, a pink teenage earthling who has blond hair and green eyes was glaring at the back of his head, wondering if she stared long enough that she could burn right threw the headrest and threw the back of his head. She hated him at the moment, plotting how she could make his life a living hell.

Helly was unusually quiet the entire trip, she usually never shuts up, the child of the three and always have some gossip to tell. Arctic wondered why…

“What’s up, hunny? You awfully seem quiet.” Arctic murmured, glancing over from time to time as he noticed a small frown. She didn’t respond, so lost in her thoughts she was. “Hun…”

“Hmm?” She replied, her eyes looking forward.

“Are you alright? You seem… quiet for my liking. I haven’t accidentally hit the mute button, have I?” Arctic said, trying to add a bit of humour but he failed miserably. Arctic was baffled.

“I’m alright, just a bit… tired I guess.” Helly sighed, the unicorn feeling her sand yellow body sag in her seat, playing with her brown, long, ponytail hair as her amber eyes looked distant. Arctic has only seen Helly like this a few times, this must be bad.

“Are you sure your just tired, you don’t seem yourself at all.” Arctic said, sounding worried.

“Well… you wouldn’t understand.” Helly muttered, her hand in her chin.

“What are you talking about? I would understand—sometimes.” Arctic said with offence… and apprehension at her unpredictable nature.

“You said it yourself; you wouldn’t understand what I’m going through,” Helly said, getting a bit emotional as her eyes watered a bit.

“What are you talking about?”

“She is talking about her favourite boy band that is breaking up, duh.” Cheery said with an attitude, her arms crossed and with a face on. That was the last straw for Helly as she breaks into tears, hearing the news again about the band that was popular with the ladies was too much for her.

“I can’t believe they are going to break up on tour, I just can’t believe it!” Helly cried out, making Arctic deadpan. We are on the run, and she is worried about a sleazy boy band…

She’s right… I wouldn’t understand…

“Now, now there, hun. I’m sure everything will work out in the end, maybe it’s a marketing tactic to gain more popularity. Many others have done it before.” Arctic suggested, trying to comfort his wife in this terrible, tragic, grieving, dreadful, ominous, heartbreaking news that will deeply scar her for the rest of her life.

“Oh, it’s confirmed that the Sizzling Gents have broken up minutes ago,” Cherry murmured plainly, as she looked through her phone. That caused another wave of tears to fall and for Arctic to sigh as the rest of the trip consisted of babbling cries, angry remarks and a bunch of head-butting the wheel, Arctic had to turn up the radio just to blur it all out.

The stuff I put up with…

After an agonisingly slow drive, the small family finally arrived at the private path of their new, potential home. The oak wood tree, the flowers and the bristle grass had a friendly atmosphere as the run ray shined down through the gaps of leaves. It made Helly look around in awe at nature’s majestic gift.

They stopped at a gate that Arctic nearly crashed into as he made the turn. Arctic started to question whether he took the right turn, he wasn’t informed about owning a gate. It was electric – remote control accessed as there was a buzzer beside the house number and gate.

140, Fruit Family Household… We are on the right track at least.

“What the hell.” Arctic muttered, exiting the vehicle and walking over as the soul of his shoes crunched the gravel under his foot. Arctic pressed the red button that buzzed, letting him know that it reached the other end. No one answered at first but, there was a crackle that showed that someone was on the other side. Arctic spoke.

“Hello—this is Arctic Fruit… Is anyone there?” Arctic asked through the netted speak. No one answered. Arctic’s mind started to race. What the hell is going on? He looked back to the car with a confused stare as Helly was oblivious, darting around the woods with an amazed look while Cherry was on her phone. He sighed.

Doubt they know anything about this...

Suddenly, a man’s voice came through the speaker, making Arctic immediately turn.

“Hello, Arctic? Is that you?” This voice sounded familiar… Clutch Flit?

“Clutch Flit, what are you still doing here?” Arctic asked with suspicion. “You said that you had left yesterday.”

“I know what I said but, something has come up and I kinda—need your help.” Clutch replied, an undertone to his voice.

“Help? What help?” Arctic said, feeling a bit infuriated by this setback.

“I know this must irritate you but, I’ll let you in and we’ll take about this more in person.” Clutch said and like that, the gate started to open slowly, revealing more of the path, trees and a part of the left side of the mansion. Happy to be one step closer to his new home but, slightly annoyed by the former owner’s appearance, he got into his car and continued to drive. He hoped that this wouldn’t be a problem.

The first thing he saw when he turned was the black-suited unicorn with brown skin and pale white, freshly cut, gelled hair, wearing a frown as he had his hands in his pockets. Clutch Flit is a multi-millionaire as he has ownership over a new, up-and-running car company, selling sports cars that are worth millions.

Arctic parked next to Clutch and scrolled down his window. “What’s the problem, Clutch?” Arctic asked, sounding too earnest for he wished to care. Clutch didn’t have his smirk that Arctic was used to seeing, this must be bad. Clutch deeply huffed.

“My son… He’s gone missing.”

Chapter 2 - Gone.

126#

20:47pm.

Fruit Family Household.

Dear Dairy.

I have arrived at The Fruit Family Household but, I haven’t settled down yet as I wished to. It’s been a long and worrying afternoon for the Flit family – the family that I bought the mansion from. His son, Feather Flit had gone missing today, and with the police involved, the Flit family is going nowhere.

Me, Helly, Clutch and his wife, Dime Flit who was a unicorn have been looking around the woods and double-checking the mansion for any clues. We found nothing in that whole search. Although I am annoyed that I have put a stop to my research for this family, I did feel a pang of sympathy for them. I couldn’t imagine my daughter going missing suddenly, lost in the middle of nowhere. It would make me sick of the thought of it.

It was my first-time meeting Dime Flit, and she didn’t disappoint me in how I thought I imagined her to be. Spotless, beautiful and fashionable but judgemental, high-and-mighty and not too friendly to those that rival her beauty, let’s just say Helly and Dime didn’t kick it off well. Bless my wife’s soul, she only wanted to make a friend.

Clutch however was being too friendly for my liking, sticking to me everywhere and starting small talk, which is fine but, when he tries to bring up personal stuff, that’s where I cross the line. My family’s secrets and wealth are not meant to be shared. That makes me wonder, does he know? Maybe that’s something I might have to discuss with Clutch. We shall see.

Unlike Helly, Cherry has found a new friend in Clutch’s eldest son, Fenton Flit, the earthling in the family. I don’t like him; I know his type when it comes to the opposite sex. Charming, flirty, and rich, when I saw them together, I then had another reason for the Flit family to leave as quickly as possible. I won’t let my daughter mess around with people like him. I trust her that she could look after herself and make the right decision but, if he tries anything, I would be more concerned for him, with all his expensive clothes and snooty look, I think he would be afraid to touch mud, never mind get in a fight.

Other than the search for the missing lad, I have looked around my home, admiring every room I’ve walked into. Obviously, none of the furniture, paintings or accessories belonged to my ancestors, their stuff is in the attic, where they have stayed for generations, waiting to be discovered by me.

For now, though, I think it’s time to settle down, it’s late and I think it's best to spend time with the family. It’s going to be a long night, especially with the Flit family around.

It wasn’t a bad night for Arctic, he was expecting it to be worse but, he was surprised at how civil the night was. It was a calm night, but obviously, there was tension in the air about the missing child. Dime was alone in the kitchen, a telephone in front of her, forcing herself to not bite her own nails.

Clutch was in the front, smoking a cigarette in the cold, listening to the crickets of the night that conversed loudly. He just stood there, at the bottom of the stairway of the front door, looking up at the sky with a passive look on his bearded face.

Fenton was in his old room, doing his own thing as he talked to friends and posted on social media, using his brother's disappearance for more attention.

Arctic and his family sat in the living room, watching an action movie while having snacks. Cherry still wasn’t happy with Arctic, evident as she sat on the other end of the couch, next to Helly who was absorbed in the movie, her eyes never leaving the screen as the bullets flew, didn’t take much for her to get over the boy band breaking up, all it took was some company and a movie.

Arctic heard the sound of a door opening and closing, turning to see Clutch step into the living room with a trudge.

“Ugh.” He moaned, standing at the doorway. “All this worrying has me stressed; I think it’s time for a few drinks.” Clutch murmured, that smirk that Arctic knew forming for the first time today. Arctic couldn’t lie, a cold one did sound good around about now.

“Ooo, could I have one?” Helly perked up, her hand raised and a big grin. Clutch chuckled, seeing the bright reaction.

“Sure, why not, anything for a beauty like you.” He winked before walking out of the room. Arctic now knew where Fenton got his charms from. Arctic sighed through his nose, his arm instinctively wrapping around Helly’s shoulder, pulling her in as she gladly leaned her head on his shoulder, humming softly as they continued to watch the movie. Cherry just rolled her eyes of the sudden affection.

“Oh Arcty, you are adorable when you get jealous.” Helly giggled, looking up at the slightly blushing Arctic.

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about, hun.” Arctic stuttered, making Helly laugh softly.

“Oh of course you don’t.” She murmured, pecking the bottom of his jaw. “I only have eyes for you, silly billy.”

Arctic grinned at that, he knew she wouldn’t think of another man in such a way but, it baffles him why she wouldn’t, Arctic knew he was fugly, a nerd and a pushover. Till this day, he didn't know what a beautiful, energetic and optimistic girl like Helly saw in him the first time they met.

The moment was ruined for Arctic as Clutch stepped in, a bottom of expensive red wine and carrying four jewelled glasses on a tray, handing a glass to Arctic, Helly and Cherry to Arctic’s disapproval. Cherry looked over to Helly with a wondering look.

“Can I?” Cherry asked, a grin slowly rising. Instead of answering, she looked over to Arctic who wore a frown. She shrugged and turned back.

“Sure, why not.” Helly said with a peachy smile, making Arctic sputter and for Cherry to beam.

“H-hunny, don’t you think she’s a bit too young to be drinking alcohol.” Arctic chimed in, watching Clutch pour the wine into each glass with a smug grin.

“Lighten up, babe. She’s 19, I’m sure it would be okay for her to drink while we are around.” Helly replied, a reassuring smile on her face.

“Yeah, don’t be one of them fathers that are boring. I–personally think you need something stronger, how about whisky?” Clutch said with satisfaction, leaving his glass empty as he walked back out, making Cherry snigger. Arctic just huffed as he turned to the movie, a bothered look on his face.

“Don’t listen to him, love. I like you the way you are.” Helly said, leaning back on his shoulder as she took a swig out of her glass.

“It’s not what he said that bothers me, it’s how he says it. People like him drive me up the wall.” Arctic murmured, a tired look on his face as he watched the movie.

“I know, trust me—I understand what you mean but, that’s who he is, he is a proud man and has a smile that I’d love to punch but—wear a smile until he is gone, can you do that for me?” Helly asked, wearing a small smile which Arctic replicated.

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.” Helly hummed, cuddling in closer.

*knock, knock, knock!*

A round of knocks made the family of three turn, wondering who was knocking at this time of night. Arctic got up carefully, Helly losing her smile at the look on Arcric’s face.

“Stay here, I’ve got the door.” Arctic muttered, walking with prudent steps. His heart started to pound, and dangerous thoughts came to his mind. If he was right, he knew who was knocking.

Stepping out of the room, Arctic closed the door behind him, cursing that there was no sort of lock. He turned to the door where he could see a figure behind the blurred-out windows. Slowly, he approaches the door, his hand in his back pocket as he felt his gun. He held the door handle firmly and started to twist as he tried to sike himself up. He opened the door eventually and was surprised by what he saw.

There was a pegasus man in a grey drifter coat and jeans, wearing a tired smile that he quickly lost as soon as he saw Arctic. There was also a fairly toned woman earthling wearing an ocean blue, woolly waistcoat with a white jumper underneath, also wearing blue jeans.

“Uhhh, who are you?” Asked Arctic, his brows narrowed in distrust. The pegasus looked at Arctic strangely, his hands in his pockets.

“I should be asking the same thing, I’m Detective Shepard, and this is my partner, detective Sweetpea. Now, who the hell are you?” Detective Shepard said calculatingly, looking at the white earthling. Arctic’s eyes widened at their titles, regretting his rude attitude.

“Don’t mind my moody friend, Shepard.” Clutch said from behind Arctic, a bottle of whisky in his hand. “Please, come on in, brother. We have drinks!” Clutch offered, shaking the bottle teasingly. Detective Shepard snorted.

“I could do with a drink, to be honest. Sure, why not?” Shepard shrugged. “How about it, Sweetpea? Fancy a few drinks?”

“No way, my trainer would kill me if he found out that I was drinking whisky of all things.” Sweetpea quickly waved off, making Clutch hum.

“By all means then, please come on in and make yourself at home.” Clutch greeted, wrapping his arms around Arctic’s shoulder as he moved him out of the way.

“Are you forgetting who owns this house now?” Arctic said through his teeth, watching as the two detectives walked in. Then Arctic felt Clutch’s arms tighten around him, the sudden pressure catching Arctic off guard.

“He is my brother and working on the case of my missing son, I don’t care if it’s your property. Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to be the host tonight so, sit back and be a good guest or stay out of my way.” Clutch said threateningly, his grip on Arctic’s shoulder tightening, making Arctic feel anxious. “Do you understand?” said Clutch, making Arctic nod.

“I understand.” Arctic said, letting go of the breath he never knew he held as Clutch’s grip loosened.

“Good, now if you excuse me, I’ll be on my way,” Clutch said, tapping Arctic’s shoulder before leaving. As Clutch walked away, Arctic could only glare.

That night was full of chatter that Arctic was a part of, despite his clear dislike between him and Clutch, he was fond of Detective Shepard and Sweetpea. Turns out, Detective Sweetpea was an MMA fighter and was taught multiple martial arts from a young age, Arctic was not happy when Clutch suggested using some moves on him, his arm still hurts from that armbar she did.

Detective Shepard however is very successful in his line of work, catching the most wanted mobsters and drug lords in Baltimare and catching a serial killer that has been terrorising Las Pegasus. Arctic must admit that is some achievement, he must be a hero in the eyes of many for catching these criminals. The detective was personally asked by his brother to help find his missing son, and like that, Shepard dropped his case to someone else and started helping. Arctic admired that kinda dedication to the family.

Despite a little insight into the life of the detectives, they didn’t come to chat, they came to update the Flit family about their missing child. Turns out that there is still no trace of the child anywhere, no one has seen the description of the child, and no footage of him on nearby security cameras. It’s odd though, the detective said that no cameras had spotted the child but, there is literally a camera by the gate. If there is no footage of the boy, then it’s like the boy has never left in the first place or whoever took him found a different way out. It was slightly concerning.

Something did catch Arctic’s attention though, the last time the boy was seen was in his room at night, being tucked into bed by his mother. That same night, Clutch and Dime woke up to screaming from their youngest son’s room when they got there, the room was a mess, and the window was wide open. It couldn’t be an earthling, no tracks in the gravel or mud so, this could be the work of a pegasus or unicorn. Another thing, Clutch’s best friend and business partner, Tucker was around that night with other business partners that work for other car companies. It can’t be a coincidence that the boy was taken that same night. Why that night and not any other night for that matter?

After a long talk on the case, Clutch offered his brother and Detective Sweatpea a room to stay in for tonight. Agreeing, everyone had gotten ready for bed. Arctic and Helly had a master bedroom to themselves, a massive room with a king-sized bed and a bathroom for themselves. Cherry wasn’t fussed about the room she was staying in, just as long as the earthling had a bed and a desk for her artwork but, the one thing that bugged Arctic about the room was the pictures hanging around the room. Some were odd to the point of just being ridiculous, who puts large picture frames on equally large letters… the art industry is crazy but, Arctic didn’t say anything as Cherry looked happy with the art oddly enough. Also, this was the exact room that Feather Flit was taken from so, that gave Arctic more reason to be paranoid. All in all though, the room was a decent size and even had its own bookshelf that covered an entire wall by itself, Arctic hoped that she would get bored enough to pick a book up for once instead of being on her phone all day.

The details of the kidnapping were haunting as Arctic was wide awake, he had locked every door and window to the house but, nothing reassured him, just sat there in his underwear on top of the quilt as his mind raced of the hundreds of scenarios playing in his head. A flush of a toilet knocked him out of his troubling thoughts as a door opened up, revealing his super-hot wife wearing nothing but red panties and a bra, her hair breathing freely from the ponytail, every time Arctic could gawk in stupefied awe at her lovely, soft curves, her round butt and her breasts, he felt like a virgin all over again. Helly caught Arctic staring and giggled at his expression.

“That face, you remind me of the first time we had sex. You’re so adorable.” Helly said sweetly, walking towards the end of the bet with a sway in her step. Arctic was hypnotized by her movement, her tantalizing eyes leaving him paralyzed on the stop as she got up on the bed and crawled with a predators look, slowly moving to Arctic who wore a dopey grin. Arctic felt his heart pound as she got closer, what did he ever do to deserve such a woman? Eventually, she slithered her way on top of him until she was centimetres away from his face. “How about I take you back to the night we made love for the first time?” Helly whispered, planting herself on his crotch as she thrusted needily, wrapping her arms around Arctic’s neck as their foreheads pressed together, looking at one another with lust.

“I think I would love that.” Arctic said breathlessly, the two panting as their hearts rushed.

Helly was the first to press forward as she captured Arctic’s lips with a tender peck, teasing him with each gentle peck as her slower half rubbed against his stiffening erection. Helly moaned in his mouth as she felt her panties soaked, feeling her excitement get the best of her. Arctic had enough of her teasing as he mashed his lips into hers, deepening the kiss as his hands groped her behind with desire. She broke the kiss and stared suggestively.

“I remember when you were too scared to touch me, never mind kiss me the way you did. You’ve really grown on me.” Helly said excitedly, making a trail of kisses as she started with a peck on his nose, to his lips to his jaw. “You let me do whatever I wanted to you that night, and you still do.” She murmured, continuing her pecking at his neck, his chest, to his stomach.

“But—your different, you’re not a boy anymore, you’re a man.” Helly said, leaning down and raising their rump in the air as she kissed the top of the ever-growing tent in Arctic’s underwear. His heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him. “May I?” She asked giddily, slowly licking the covered head of his cock with a smile.

“By all means, it’s all yours.” Arctic said with a grin, brushing away the strands of brown hair from her face. She chuckled devilishly as she wasted no time in pulling his underwear up and over the thing she craved. His standing dick stood over her proudly, twitching as her panting breath touched it hungrily. she couldn’t help by take in a whiff of his scent, its smell was strong and alluring. She needed a taste.

Taking hold of his shaft, Helly started to slowly lick the underside of the cock all the way up to the head, sending a spike of pleasure to Arctic as he held the back of her head, wearing a grin at the sexy sight of his wife worshipping his penis with passionate licks that would send pleasurable chills throughout his body as her other hand snaked in between her legs. It was amazing.

“Boop.” She giggled like a child as she pressed her nose against his member, perking up with a playful smile and a strand of pre-cum on the end of her nose. Arctic laughed at her shenanigans, not even sex could stop Helly’s mischievous nature.

“Sometimes, I wonder how a guy like me has a girl like you.” Arctic said with a loss of air, panting like a dog.

“I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, love. All I ever wanted was a person that cared about me and my daughter, and I believe that you're that one person.” Helly said, softly jerking his rod. “Now, let me take care of you.” Helly said, looking back down at her prize and enveloping the top, making Arctic gasp and grab the sheets as Helly’s tongue danced around the sensitive helmet, cleaning it of the goo that came out. She felt his hand tighten on her hair, slightly hurting her but, she didn’t mind it, it only meant that she was pulling the right strings and for that, she was glad she was doing a good job.

Gradually, she put more movement into her head as she started to move down his pole to the halfway point and back up again, listening to his groans of bliss as she did this on a loop, using her drool to loob him up. Helly’s moans added to the pleasure factor as she rubbed her covered slit, feeling her juices stain the fabric. She couldn’t wait to have her husband’s big, fat, meaty cock inside her love tunnel.

She loved it when he held her head, gently stroking her with kindness made her heart flutter, it made her want to go further down for him, to show him how much she appreciates him. It was subtle at first as she passed the halfway line of Arctic’s dick but, after a few more sluggish bobs of her head, Arctic started to use his hips to thrust up and feel the walls of the back of her throat. He wanted to explore more.

Firmly, Arctic pushed her head down, ruining Helly’s rhythm and gagged by the unexpected force as Arctic’s dick went deeper. Instantly, Arctic let go of her head and Helly got up, inhaling air and coughing violently.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so—sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Shhh…” Helly hushed, putting her finger to his lips, wiping the tears from her eyes. “It’s okay, babe. If you want me to go deeper, I can go deeper.” Helly said enticingly, wearing a smile that put his fears of hurting her at ease. As fast as she got up, she quickly went back down as her lips slid down his maleness, feeling the familiar poke and prod at the back of her throat. Suddenly, she slammed her lips down, gagging as she willingly let his spear penetrate as far as she would let it. Holding it there for a couple of seconds, she slowly raised back up with her tongue sticking out as she rested the head on the tip of her tongue, letting Arctic get a good view of her handy work as she smiled cheekily. Arctic wanted to blow his load there and then to top off the heated sight but, with his dick now rock hard and Helly’s pussy ready to go, the fun had just begun for the couple.

“Did you enjoy that?” Helly asked, wiping her eyes and mouth of her tears and saliva.

“It was amazing, babe.” Arctic replied, watching her make her way up.

“Good, now, lay back and enjoy the rest of the show.” Helly said, undoing her bra and showing off her perfectly sized chest. Arctic shuffled his way down onto his back, resting his head on the pillow and taking his underwear completely off. Once that was done, Helly didn’t hesitate to straddle the laying man, moving her panties to the side and grinding her fanny against his erection with long, hard thrusts, Her face close to his. Helly looked into his half-lit eyes and all she saw was love that she has come to know these past years, love that she was filled with by a man she didn’t deserve. She was counting her lucky stars that he had a heart of gold.

“Are you ready?” Helly asked, her heart pounding with delight.

“I’m as ready as I’m going to be.” Arctic replied, his greedy hands wrapping around her plum ass tightly, feeling it giggle as he fondled it. She giggled, wiggling her back end and took hold of his cock, lining it up with her snatch. Before she could lower herself, her lips met his in a passionate kiss, moaning in his mouth in ecstasy as his knob was inside her. Halfway down she was practically screaming down his jugular as her fleshy walls hugged their thick friend. The only place she was in was heaven as her pussy was completely full, stuffed with her lover’s meat. It felt wonderful, it felt satisfying, it felt incredible. Helly broke the kiss with a warm look.

“Arctic, your inside me, we are one again.” Helly said with relief, her smile as wide as ever as she panted. Slowly, she started moving up and down, up and down, up and down on repeat, feeling every inch of the length and girth of her husband’s soldier, sending her body in pure pleasure. More—she wanted more of him.

“Nngh! Nnmm… Hahn—oh—my—gosh—Ah, AH! Fuck… You’re so big, Ahn.” Helly said, trying to keep her voice down as her whole body shook as she landed each time.

“He-Helly—Your so-Haa, tight.” Arctic just about got out, feeling his cock being enveloped by her warmth, feeling her soft melons on his chest jiggle. Helly couldn’t control herself with this man, she started bouncing quicker with lax, panting faster and louder as she watched Arctic do the same.

She could feel him buck up into her pussy, meeting halfway, his nails digging into her ass and the feral face he has, he is close and Helly smiled as she couldn’t wait for the finishing blow.

“Oh—Hmm! Oh yes, baby~ your close ar—Ahn! Aren’t you? Arctic… Hnmm—Arctic, oh Arcty… You and—ah ha! Me, baby~. Come on, harder—ngha! Fuck me, Arcty.” Helly said like a mare in heat, love and passion oozing from her sultry voice. That was the tipping for Arctic, catching Helly off guard as he flipped her on her back, covering her mouth as screamed from the sudden pleasure of Arctic sticking his dick back in her rosy tunnel as far as he could, tears of joy spilling as he ranged his dick in and out, in and out, in and out, over and over and over again. She had no words to describe what her body was feeling, her mind a haze as all she could think about was the man on top of her as she wrapped her legs around him.

“Fuck, fuck me—oh, Hahn, fuck me, Arcty. Arcty—Aha, you feel-hmm, so good inside me, Arcty~, Arcty~, Arcty~, fuck me, Arcty. Baby… You- AHH!” She quickly covered her mouth again as she dug her nails into Arctic’s bareback as her whole body convulsed in a tremendous orgasm that rocked her world, paralysed as she rode it out as Arctic sped up his stabbing.

“Helly—Helly, I’m-I’m gonna…” His sentence was cut off as she pressed her hand against his chest, stopping his movement, she had a better idea. Pushing him out of her, she wanted to pounce back on him as she felt saddened by the emptiness, her dripping maw looking for the thing she wanted the most but, reluctantly she controlled her greedy pussy. She had her fun, now it’s time to finish things off.

Before she could wrap her lips around his rod again, she brought her plum, perfect tits together and engulfed them around his veiny, moist dick. He moaned as she started to suckle on his tip, massaging his shaft with her melons. Arctic’s heart quavered at the sight, watching her pleasure him with her tits, watching the member pop out between them as she licked the underside all while staring up at him with a look of craving and thirst. It was too much for him.

Then it happened.

When Helly saw his face and felt the bulge grow ever so slightly, she knew what was about to come. As soon as it started to erupt, she slammed her lips down on his cock as he spasmed in bliss, feeling his hot, sticky cum painting the inside of her throat white with each squirt of his cock that pulsed. She has felt this feeling many times with different men before, gagging as they grabbed her hair, and forced her to swallow each and every drop of cum but, nothing compared to when Arctic choked her with his cock—and she loved it because it was him, she couldn't imagine her lips around another man's pole. Only Arctic’s, no one else.

Helly slowly made her way up, trying to contain all of his love slime in her mouth. A popping sound was made when she sucked out the last bits of cum from his member, happily showing him where all his sperm went as she opened her mouth wide for him to see. She watched him breathe heavily and smile tiredly, sweat dripping from his skin. Helly could feel a trail of his semen pour out the side of her mouth as it was overflowing. As she took multiple gulps, she felt completely whole at that moment, full of the love that only her precious Arcty could give.

“I love you, Arcty.” Helly whispered with a tremor, using her tongue to get the last bits of cum on the shaft, heart hammering over and over.

“I-I love you too, Helly.” Arctic replied, trying to catch his breath. The couple didn’t know how long they lay there, Arctic on his back and Helly still in between his legs, worshipping her husband's cock with light pecks on his helmet, dick and balls, thanking him in her own way. Arctic just wanted to feel this pleasure forever, cosy as he slowly petted her head, driving his finger through her hair. Eventually, she joined him in bed with a happy smile.

“Well… That was fun.” Helly sighed in bliss, laying her head on his shoulder as her hand was on his sweaty chest, her leg over his. “You really did a number on me.” Helly hummed with a giggle, a finger gently doing doughnuts on his chest.

“You? What about me… I’m spent.” Arctic murmured with a grin, his arm sluggishly wrapping around her as his fingers ran through her hair venturously. She purred at his touch. They stayed like that onto the sheets, both their hearts pumping rapidly as they clung close together.

The afterglow was heavenly for Helly as she lay there with the man she loved, listening to his healthy heartbeat. As for Arctic, his cloudy mind cleared, and his thoughts came back with force. He was still worried about the reports of the missing boy and what that means for his family. The one that took the kid is somewhere out there, and Arctic couldn’t sleep knowing that the bastard is still out there, watching and waiting for Arctic to drop his guard. He had to keep Helly and Cherry safe at all costs.

“Arcty—are you okay?” Helly said softly, looking up to see her husband with a frown. “Is it about what we did? Did I hurt you? I guess I did overdo it.” Helly said, making Arctic look down at her worried face.

“No no no, God no, hun. You didn’t hurt me, you were incredible but, I’m worried about the one that took Clutch’s and Dime’s son, I'm worried about him coming back to take someone else.” Arctic explained, watching Helly snuggle up closer, tucking her nose underneath the crook of his neck.

“Whatever happens, Arcty. I know you will be there for us, just like every other time.” Helly hummed, her finger exploring his chest slowly making its way down.

“You believe in me that much?” Arctic asked.

“Why wouldn’t I? You saved us once before when me and Cherry didn’t have much of a life, why not now?” she said, her eyes fluttering closed and her body went still, light snores coming from her nose as she started to drool.

Brilliant…

Arctic didn’t go a sleep right away despite his fatigued body, he was happy to just lay there, his wife next to him, feeling the rise and fall of her chest. He didn’t know how long he just lay there, looking up at the ceiling with a passive stare. He wasn’t thinking about anything, just basking in the moment as he embraced Helly’s warmth. He enjoyed this moment of peace, in the dark, it was a moment when he could step back from his problems and just—do nothing. Eventually, he would fall asleep unconsciously.

He closed his eyes on their own and his breathing became more fluid as the dreamland called. As he was about to fall asleep, he heard a scratching sound that stirred his eyes to open. What was that sound? Where was it coming from? Arctic huffed, bothered by this irritating sound. He wiggled himself from Helly’s grasp and leaned up, hearing something else that sent shivers down his spine.

Is that—a whisper…

It was distorted, faint, out of air, it was in agony as it continued its grating and ghoulish whispers. Where was it coming from? He scanned the room for the misdirected voice that mimicked a voice of a boy in the darkness of his room. It was so far away but yet, that distant voice was in his ear. When the scratching got louder, his heart jumped as only then could he pinpoint where it was coming from.

Under the bed…

Slowly, he moved himself to the side of the bed to not disturb whoever was under the bed. When his bare feet touched the floor, he immediately raised them as something touched them. It wasn’t a physical touch, something warm and damp that tickled the soul of his foot. He looked down and his eyes widened at what he saw.

Blood…

Arctic scattered back, lifting his feet back into the bed as he watches the pool of blood growing from below the bed, the gooey substance staining the floor like an infection.

Could…Could this be the boy?

Run~

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

A haunting scream of a girl woke Arctic up immediately as the top half of his body leaned up with a jolt, his body sweating like crazy and panting heavily.

That… that sounded like—CHERRY!

He didn’t think, he just moved as he grabbed the gun from his bedside cabinet drawer and got off the bed, running to the hangers on the back of the bedroom door and wrapped himself with a housecoat. He heard Helly also get up but, he never wavered as he opened the door and ran to Cherry’s room. Arctic heard other doors open on his way passed with tired groans but, he never stopped his mad sprint. When he reached the door to her room, his stomach turned as the screaming had stopped. What had happened to her? Arctic didn’t stop to find out.

“Cherry! Are you okay!?” Arctic screamed as he barged into the door, expecting to find Cherry in a struggle but, the door wouldn’t open, something was jamming it. She didn’t respond to his call. Expecting the worst, he barged again and again and again until the door managed to budge open a bit.

“I’m coming, don’t worry!” Arctic exclaimed, starting to kick the door as he heard something snap from the other side. He heard chatter behind him but, he never veered around as he gave one final kick that broke whatever was behind the door and opened wide enough to enter. Scooting through, he had his gun raised the moment he was in but, it was too late.

She was gone…

Chapter 2 - Gone. (Censored Clop)