Episode 4: Her Kryptonite

AMARIS SIMPSON

A broad smile graced my chubby face as I admired myself in the mirror and smoothed my hair. I was beautiful. It took a long time for me to believe it, but with the help of Noctra, Ms. Calloway, and Angel, I’d finally been confident enough to recognize my beauty. The way Zaire looked at me a few hours ago boosted my ego a bit. I felt warm all over as he gently and thoroughly scanned my body. I knew I looked good in the purple Nico Robin-inspired dress I made, but his eyes caressing my curves confirmed it. I didn’t have a slim figure by a long shot. I was five-nine and two-hundred and thirty pounds. Zaire always told me that I was thicker than cold peanut butter, and real men loved women with more meat on their bones, but I saw the girls that he fooled around with. They were slim or actually what most people considered thick, unlike me. Regardless of the way he put it, I was fat. However, I loved my body as much as I did my face. I took a few pictures of myself when I was satisfied with how I looked. Told you we were a fine being, Noctra stated, making me giggle. “I never doubted you for a second,” I teased.

I jumped as I heard banging on my door. I looked at the time on my phone, and it was six. I quietly walked to the door. Amaris, he's back, Noctra said before I could look through the peephole. I frowned but didn't ask how she knew it was him, since I didn'twant him to hear me. "Amaris open the fuckin' do'. I know yo' ass een'ney," he barked. My hands trembled as I reached for the knob, but Noctra pulled me back. Amaris, don't open the door for him. He's angry, she warned me. He's not going to hurt us, I thought to myself. Once I regained control, I opened the door, but he wasn't there. Amaris, did you communicate to me telepathically, she asked. I frowned. I don't think so, I responded. You did! You just did it again, she shouted. I giggled. “Oh my God, I totally-“

"You totally wuh," Zaire asked. I jumped, turning toward him. He laughed.                                                                                                                                                     

“Yo scary ass. I shoulda yoked you up," he threatened. I shook my head.

"I'm not,'' I yelled. Zaire smirked as he sat down and pulled me beside him. Then, he lay his head in my lap, staring into my eyes. I scanned his eyes and could tell that something was wrong. "What’s wrong with you," I asked him. He looked away from me.

"Nutt'n,” he replied. I caressed his cheek, turning his attention back to me.

"Why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not."

"You are, Zaire. I've known you for almost ten years. I know when you're lying to me. We're connected, remember?"

"Hey, pot! I'm kettle,” he joked. However, I didn't laugh. I hated the state of our relationship. We used to talk about everything. Then, we started keeping secrets from each other. I blamed myself more since I pulled back first. However, I was tired of feeling like we were dimensions apart. I missed my best friend. It felt lonely as hell, whether we were together or not.

"You used to be the Zoro to my Luffy. Now, we're more like Sasuke and Naruto," I said. He chuckled.

"Nah. You were Zoro to my Luffy. And Sasuke and Naruto ain't so bad. Jis' got different perspectives on life," he replied

"You think that's us?"

"I mean... you not the same Ama I met when we were sixteen," he said.

"And you not the same, Zaire, but I still love you the same," I confessed. He smiled, forcing me to copy him.

"You love me?"

I stared into his eyes and said, "Always have and always will."

"Dat's good to know. I feel the same way bout you," he replied. My heart was jovial. I had been afraid that the distance between us had changed things.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

He exhaled deeply and briefly closed his eyes. "I got into a fight wit' my brother," he said. I raised my eyebrow.

"Demon," I asked, knowing it was him since the two of them fought all the time.

“Never had a fight wit' Alpha and Omega, and MJ ain't never ‘round to fight," he answered. I nodded

"What happened?"

"He did sump'n to Angel in front of us."

"Something like what?'

"He's an incubus, Ama. Wuh you think," he said. I frowned, trying to think about what Demon could have done to Angel to piss him off.

"They had sex in front of you?”

"Nonconsensual."

I squinted, scanning his eyes for sincerity, appalled that he really believed what he just said. "What? That's impossible. Besides, Demon wouldn't hurt a fly. Well, unprovoked," I responded. He sucked his teeth. Sure, Demon was an incubus, but he was the sweetest being, aside from Angel. He only went after his enemies and people who messed with those he loved, especially Zaire.

“How is it impossible? And why you so sho he wouldn't."

"They made a pact. Anything that happens between them is consensual. Plus, Angel can't be defiled. That's why they're meant to be. She keeps him under control as he does with her. Why are you acting like you don't know that? He's your brother."

"I know who the fuck he is, Amaris," he yelled. Amaris, Noctra called me. I sighed. It's okay, Noctra. He won't hurt us, I assured her.

"So why are you judging him when you know he doesn't abide by human law? Regardless, Angel is the last person he can take advantage of,” I reminded him. Zaire sat up abruptly.

"Look, I ain't come over here fuh dis' shit. You 'posed to be an escape," he said. I grabbed his hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm just confused. That's all."

"About wuh?"

"Why do you care so much? Is it because you're in love with her," I questioned. He frowned.

"Why would you ax' me some shit like dat?'

"Are we gonna act like you don't," I inquired. He breathed deeply before sliding his hand down his face.

"Can we switch the subject. I ain't tryna fight wit' you," he said. I nodded. I knew he wouldn't admit it, so I conceded. Zaire's issue with Demon went beyond his seeing Demon and Angel having sex. He had been judgmental ever since Angel appeared a few months ago. I didn't want to think about his feelings for her, so it was best to drop it. I asked the question, but I didn't want the truth. It would hurt too badly.

“What do you need from me? I'll do it,” I said.

“You ain't gon' do wuh I want. You too scary fuh dat,” he said. I climbed into his lap, straddling him, trying to prove that I didn’t fear him.

“Wuh you doin', Ama? You don't want these problems," he warned me.

“Stop telling me what I want,” I barked. He bit his lip before sliding his hand up my dress.

"Wuh you want, Amaris? Tell me," he commanded. My body heated up as his hands got closer to my center. "Say it," he instructed, his fingers slipping past my slippery folds, entering me. I gasped.

“I-I-I,” I stammered as he entered a second finger. "Ooo, Zaire. I-I wa-“

“Shit, Amaris. Yo pussy so fuckin wet. You must like dis' shit. Dis wuh you bin' wantin'," he asked. I nodded. "Say dat shit then," he demanded, speeding up his pace.

“I do. I want it," I panted as I bounced on his fingers. He chuckled.

“Oh shit. Looka my good girl got a lil' bad een 'er," he smirked before spanking my pussy. Then he thumbed my clit as his fingers penetrated me. He kept his eyes on me as he fingered me until I came. I shuddered, watching him slurp my juices from his fingers

“Mmmm,” he moaned. "You taste so good,” he said before kissing me to share in his pleasure. "You gon’ leh me taste dat shit from the tap, Amaris?"

Before I could answer, he lay down with my thighs latched into his arms, sat me on his chest, and started feasting on me. "Oh shit! Amaris, you... taste...so good," he said while slurping me up.

My back arched as the euphoria washed over me. "Zaire, mmmm," I moaned as I grinded on his tongue.

"Damn, I can't get enough of dis’ pussy," he whispered into my opening before pulling my bud into his mouth and sucking it. I palmed his head and gyrated my hips on his tongue.

"Zaire, this feels so good," I moaned. He sucked on me until he pulled another orgasm out of me. Once my body stopped jerking, I bent down to kiss him, licking my nectar from his face.

He snickered. "Damn, Amaris! You a lil' freak under all dat nerd," he said. I lifted and began undoing his pants. Then, I got onto the floor and peered up at him before pulling his dick out. I examined it, taking in all its beauty. My eyes traced the veins that were etched into his mocha skin. "Wuh you finna do wit' dat," he inquired. I flicked my tongue across his head and licked the length of it. His eyes glistened with awe. Deep breaths were all we shared as the anticipation built. Holding his gaze hostage, I slowly slid my mouth over his rigid dick. He thrusted his hips upward, impatiently filling my throat. I adjusted my jaw to compensate for his length and width.

"Shit," he growled as his length stretched into my throat past my uvula. Amaris, get away from him, Noctra warned me. I tried to pull back, but I couldn't. His dick just kept growing. I was so confused. This was my first time giving head, but I had watched Noctra do it enough to know that dicks didn't just grow past their erection. Amaris, you must switch with me now, she panicked. I didn't want to. I wasn't ready for him to know my truth. Amaris, you can't handle him as you are. You must switch with me immediately, she shouted. Suddenly, I began to fade. What was going on? What was happening to Zaire? Now, it all made sense to me. Noctra was afraid of Zaire because he was my kryptonite.

Amaris & Zaire in a Cherry Blossom garden. Her Kryptonite