Chapter Four
What Nick Did

Nicholas just meant to talk to her…that’s all…just talk…nothing more.  Meant to find out just what was going on by talking.  With Ares far down the beach, Nicholas jumped off the top of the dune and quickly made his way to the Goddess’ bed on the sand.  “What the hell are you doing?” He demanded to know as he pulled back the shroud of white material.

“Nicholas,” she said sharply and with much surprise Calla gathered the white linen sheet and soft blankets to her naked body. “What are you doing here?  You shouldn’t be here.”

“No, you shouldn’t be here.” He returned. Staring at her his anger and his fear grew and grew until, before he knew it, Nicholas Jackson was lost to the world and himself. “You love him?” Nick accused. “You wanna keep fucking him? That what you want?  What’s the matter, Dad’s not good enough for you anymore? His cock too small? David’s too? How many fucking men do you need???”

“Nicholas!” She chided hotly and tried to swing her legs off of the other side of bed so as to put it between them.

“Too slow.” He growled grabbing her by both upper arms the blankets fell away from her.  “Stay, huh?  That’s what you said to him. Why don’t you stay with me? I’ll give you what you want. Long, hard and fast just the way you like it, right?”

“No…Nicholas let go of me!” Calla cried out.   “I’m sorry you’ve seen this please I never meant for you to be here.”

“Obviously and you’re no where near as sorry as you’re gonna be.” He threatened while holding her firm and climbing onto the bed.  “What you did with him is disgusting.  Whore.”

She could struggle and cry out but it would do her no good. Ares often became lost in rage though he’d only directed it at her—and rightfully so!—just once, that was on the night her Mother died. Nicholas was Ares’ Grandson he possessed the same strength and hot headedness in this moment Nicholas was just as lost as Ares often was, his dark eyes glazed over showing nothing more than smoldering fury as his lips curled back to reveal—what were otherwise beautiful sharp white teeth. “You just stay still and do what I tell you to.”

“No!”  Once again Calla struggled to be free of her Sons hold on her.  And once more it did her no good. Smiling wider his grip clamped down until she thought he’d snap both of her arms off just above the elbows.  “Ow!” She cried. “Please, let go of me. Nicholas?”

So pretty.

So sweet.

Lying bitch. She was just a snake in the grass. She’d made him hurt his precious little Annie just so she could fuck two men at once.  No, she couldn’t get away with that. She couldn’t get away with hurting Annie. She had to pay.

“Don’t move.” He told her in a dark stern voice taking one hand off of her he used it to drop his blue jeans to the sand.  “How could you do that?  What the fuck are you?” He demanded to know. Each word rose a little hotter causing his now waking cock to become a little harder.  “You just screw anyone and everyone? Is that it? Well, what about me? Aren’t I good enough to service the Great Lady Callestah?”  He inched toward her. Later when he replayed this over in his head—which he would do about a thousand times or more—he’d come to understand that the Great Lady Callestah was no where to be found. She’d never been in Ares’ bed but his Mother, Calla, she had.  That made him all the more livid so much so that he lost all of his senses and his sensibilities. The moment overtook him and it was almost as though he were watching the whole thing play out from high above unable to stop it. In the end and until the day he died, Nicholas Jackson would wish time and again that was the case but it wasn’t. It was him and only in this wicked moment could he allow himself the pleasure of denial on that one.

“Stop it, get away from me!” Calla protested and kicked him in the middle of those six pack abs.  She ended up hurting her foot more than his stomach.  “You’re my Son! Let me go! I am your Mother! Stop this!”

Indignant at the kick he took, the hand at her upper arm snatch her face into his palm. “And he’s your Father I didn’t notice you minding all that much.” Nicholas snarled as he squeezed her face between his fingers and drawing her closer to him. The harder he grabbed her face the more her lips puckered together until she looked like a Kissing Fish.

Looking at him as she struggled to be away from him Calla realized her Son was lost to her now and there may never be any getting him back if he went through with what his eyes showed her.  No, he might never be her warm and loving Nicky ever again.  “Please don’t do this.” Calla begged unable to look at him anymore.  “Don’t…please, I beg of you.” There was no fighting him at four or possibly even five times her size the idea was insanity.  Surely, like Kanan, it would only anger him further.

Nicholas’ lips clamped down over hers and his tongue slid down her throat. Calla let out a whimper and held her hands, palms out, at shoulder height as she’d done so many nights with Kanan.  The gesture was simple; she was trying to show him that she was not resisting. It was a sad and painfully familiar attempt to make what was to come easier on her body if not her mind and her soul.  It wasn’t too late she could scream for Ares and Achilles, they’d hear her, what choice did they have? The Island was small and her voice carried well.  Calla knew that seeing his Grandson like this would only make Ares as angry as Nicholas and the two might well end up damaging or killing each other. When Nicholas came to his senses he was going to regret this he might be angry now but he had a good heart, he was just confused.  Surely she could endure this for her Son when she had endured the same for so many lesser men.  That didn’t stop her stomach from rising up into her throat, Calla had to swallow quickly to stop from spilling it into his mouth.  “You can’t do this. I know you.” She begged one last time. “Please.”

“Please what? Please fuck you?  Is that what you want? Sure. Why not?”  Still holding onto her cheeks and her jaw he yanked her from the bed to bend her over it, in the process his big dawgs crossed over her smaller ones breaking several of her toes before Nicholas got her turned around the way he wanted.  He heard them break, it was very audible and watched her grimace. He smiled.  It was good to make her hurt. Right now it was very good to make her hurt!  He intended to do for as long as he could or until the rage, fear and disgust surging in him was sated and slept. “Ya know, I ain’t never had sloppy seconds before, first time for everything, hey, Callie?”  The heady scents of sex and fear were acrid against the salty underlying heat of the night air with one hand circling around her waist from behind and the other pushing her forward over the bed on the seashore, Nicholas pushed his way inside her.

Calla trembled and tried to hold her balance, she tried to think of anything else…anything at all!  For the first time she couldn’t detach couldn’t escape what was happening by retreating into her own mind.  Nicholas was ruthless as Ares had been last summer, he did it because he already knew that she could take it, unlike Annie who he’d had doubts about even as he was putting it to her in the bare bedroom of their new house.

The one his Mother….

…..the woman he was pummeling below him right now…..

…..the one he was choking….

…the one his free hand was smacking across the face…

…yeah the house this woman…HIS MOTHER… bought for them.

Strange how those thoughts didn’t stop him. They didn’t even seem to matter in the slightest. Why was that?  If he was honest with himself (and he would be in Willie’s office) it was because she felt so goddamn good!  Her skin like porcelain it was the softest thing he’d ever touched or even knew to exist.  Her insides were more delightful. Even better than Annie and way more experienced than Tammy. For everything that he did to her and no matter how hard he tried to make her, she didn’t cry out; not even once.

 “Bitch,” he growled in her ear.  “Why don’t you scream?”

Although she was terrified and crying, her body aching and on the verge of being mangled, Calla stood staunchly silent and refused to answer him.

Pissed off at being denied the satisfaction he so desired Nicholas, who now had her pinned below him facing her, clamped his hand down over her throat once more. “Don’t you feel anything? Why…don’t…you…scream?” He demanded to know.  It never occurred to him that he was choking off her air supply and even if she wanted to she was incapable of screaming or even talking at this moment.  That didn’t stop him from yelling the question over and over in her face, spit flying from his lips as he gripped her windpipe tighter and tighter.  The fear in her eyes heightened to a summit he’d never seen before nor would again and then…

And then…..

The fear began to fade away along with the light in her once sparkling eyes. Those beautiful green orbs that always looked at him with love and adoration no matter what he’d done.

Calla’s hands fell away from his and she stopped trying to pull it away from her throat.  He just looked down at her in dazed amazement trying to comprehend what was happening and failing miserably.

In the far recesses of his mind a small voice proclaimed; she’s dying. You’re killing her.

Before he could fully process the thought, suddenly the shroud of material parted and he was departing her body flying backward through the air.  Naked, dazed, confused and pissed off from being so rudely interrupted he looked up to see Ares looming over him sword drawn and pointing at Nick’s throat.

“No,” Calla mumbled from the bed. 

Just beyond Ares Nick saw her through the shroud. She was curling up under the blankets and huddling the pillows.  “No.” She said again.

The next thing he honestly remembered was waking up alone on the beach his face suffering from the imprint of the underside of Ares’ boot. His body black and blue from the beating Ares gave him Nick stumbled back to the cave afraid of what he would find. If his father ever found out about any of this there would be hell to pay for all of them. (Sitting in Willie’s office that thought made him smirk. How stupid had he been? How out of it and detached from reality to think his biggest problem at that moment was his daddy finding out that he’d been bad?)  All the way back to the cave he didn’t even think about or wonder if his Mother was all right or what she would do when she saw him. Concern for her was the furthest thing from his mind. As far as he was concerned she’d gotten what she deserved and if nothing else she’d think twice about laying down in Umpa’s bed ever again.

Small.

Pathetic.

Stupid.

Upon reaching the cave and being afraid of what he was going to find Achilles told him what his Grandfather did in giving her the drug and how she would never remember last night. Even with his head still hazy and anger still running through him Nick thought that a good thing if for nothing else it did save his lousy neck, didn’t it? Yes, in fact even with the beating, the bruises and broken bones, he knew he was getting off easy until…..

“You’re staying with us,” Ares said from behind him.  “I can’t let you go back to Colorado with her not after what you’ve done.  You will leave this world with us this is not negotiable. You cannot be trusted around her and if I am gone I will not leave her in jeopardy with only Daniel and David to protect her from the likes of you.”

Annie.  He wanted a life, a home and a family with her. That wouldn’t happen now. Surely even his sweet loving Annie didn’t want him to come home any more.  He couldn’t even look at his Mother and the bruises on her, the ones he’d inflicted upon her.

“Why?” Nicholas asked Ares. “Why did you do it? Why did you make her….”

“She came to me on her own,” Ares asserted. “I did not force her! I would never do that to her again! I took her to the beach for privacy to be away from you and the others where she could be free and not be afraid. She was not afraid, Nicholas. Not for one second did she feel fear or pain.  This is my fault, I never should have told you that she was going to come to me but you caught me a moment of weakness rarely do I feel such joy. It is even rarer that a woman such as her…..” On the verge of explosive anger and tears Ares clenched his fists.  “My beloved Grandson, why did you have to turn it into something ugly? What gave you the right to interfere? To foul it with your Mortal rules and your pride!”

Pride? His pride? What the hell was Ares talking about? Nick didn’t know in that moment but he would figure it out soon enough. “It was ugly.” Nick returned. “Disgusting. An abomination!”

“It was beautiful until you ruined it.” Ares declared. “You took out your fear and your misunderstood anger on an innocent woman. You should have come to me! I am a worthy opponent.” He reminded the younger man. “No matter what she wanted, I should have killed you for what you did to her. It is you, Nicholas, that is ugly and an abomination. Not her, not me and certainly not the way we made love.”  As with Jackson Ares knew he would never obtain her forgiveness if he killed Nicholas and even so he had no way to explain to her why he would do such a thing. “Tell me Nicholas, you’re your Father love with that kind of passion? I think not and that is why she needs two of them instead of one God.” Rather than suffer his Grandson’s presence any longer the God began to walk away.  Before he could, Calla stumbled out from his bedroom. Ares rushed to her side to catch her before she fell to the dirt floor of the cave.

Oh my God! Did I do that? No, I couldn’t have. I didn’t….  “Mom?”

“Get away from her.” Ares growled.

It was too late. Even in her weakened and confused state she’d seen the bruises and cuts on her Son. “What happened to you? Nicholas, who did this?”  She looked accusingly at her Father.

Achilles came out of the room. “I couldn’t stop her. She heard your voices…”

Ares raised his big hand to silence the Warrior and then he waited for Nicholas to explain.

“I was….I was…” Nick’s dark eyes darted around the room but found no aid and no answers.  “I was,” he swallowed hard and then came up with a plausible lie. “I was exploring the cliffs and I slipped. I’m fine, really, M….Mom….I’m ok.”

Calla would never be satisfied leaving him that way and before anyone could stop her she crossed to Nicholas put her arms around him and took on the wounds left by Ares’ beating.  Nicholas never felt so guilty or dirty in his entire life and he probably never would. All he wanted to do was cry, just drop to his knees and grovel at her feet to tell her how fucking sorry he was.  He might never be able to do that. Looking at her now, all battered and bruised from the beating he gave her and the one he’d taken from his Grandfather Nicholas knew she didn’t remember a damn thing about last night.

“Thanks, Mom.” He mumbled but when he tried to hug her a fire ball appeared in Ares’ hand. Nick backed off and then left the cave.

End Chapter Four Of Session 9
by Moon Mistress
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