Flesh of clay, mind of magic

The sight of the mansion put me at an unease, like something from a horror movie. The windows had long since been broken over the years, leafless trees surrounded the road leading to it, and the pale moon shined menacingly above as if to warn all who would enter. I stopped my car beside the blue Volkswagen that stood just outside the house, it seemed Natasha had made it to the mansion before I did.

Cautiously, I made my way up the stairs, hoping that some masked murderer or man eating mutant hadn't taken refuge in the old Hulburg manor. A home abandoned many years ago after the death of Nathan Hulburg, once famed scientist known for his breakthroughs in human and monster relations, he went mad for unexplained reasons and spent the rest of his days toiling away in his dusty old mansion. No one dared enter it, swearing that it was cursed and haunted. Well, no one except for Natasha and I.

We were investigative journalists in a sense, sent out to here and there to find stories for a good number of well known geographic magazines. We were co-workers in a way, always seeming to find one another on the same case before simply saying “Screw it” and making a partnership out of it rather than causing problems.

“Nat?” I called out through the dim halls of Hulburg manor, a sense of worry flowing over me when I didn't get an answer right away.

“I'm down here, Zeke!” I heard from my right and down the hall at the very end. I sighed and followed her voice, spotting the light from the room to my left right away.

I entered what looked like a study, an old, dusty mahogany desk sat at the end of the room by a shattered window frame, covered up with plastic by Natasha to stop anymore cold air from coming in. The walls were lined by hundreds of unmarked books, their covers of various colours and materials. I looked over some of the pages of the books spread out on the ground, nothing but calculations and rambling sentences that make absolutely no sense.

“Took your sweet time getting here.” Natasha complained. The horned girl stood to the right end of the room with a accusing stare. Her mid-length crimson red hair tied back into a knot and her arms crossed over her blue blouse. Her thick rimmed glasses hanged lazily from her nose.

Natasha was a goblin, a pointy eared and pointy horned humanoid creature that resembled a human woman. Like the rest of her species, she was strong, outrageously so, more times than not it was her that did much of the heavy lifting. But unlike the rest of her race, Natasha was tall. She stood up to my chest rather than my stomach like her kin.

She told me about it once during a drunken haze. How she was teased mercilessly growing up for being so tall. Though in reality, she was still shorter than your average human woman, something she brings up more often than not.

“I had an important phone call.” I defended myself. “Get off my back.”

“Your mother calling you is not an “important” phone call!” Natasha barked, a sound of annoyance in her tone.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I said with a wave of my hand. “Lets just get this over with before I get sick of hearing your voice...”
Natasha clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes and shaking her head before returning to her work. I returned to my usual routine of giving my undivided attention to the work at hand and completely ignoring her existence until the job was done or one of us had something to say to the other.

I went from book to book, flipping through the pages to find some sort of clue as to what drove Nathan Hulburg to insanity. Each book was in his hand writing, a hard cover tomb large enough to be mistaken for some sort of religious codex. They had no labels and no designations on the cover save for the colours. Each book with the same colour seemed to have the same theme involved, the scriptures and symbols matched up but other than that nothing seemed to make sense.

Though one sentence in actual English always stood out.

“Flesh of Clay, mind of magic.” was something that seemed to repeat itself in between the gibberish.

“You recognize any of this stuff?” I asked Natasha, looking back at her for a quick second before returning to the books.

“Some of this is dark magic.” She explained. “Something we heard about growing up. I recognized some of these symbols, but other than that, I got nothing.”

Magic used to be, as you would say, a “bitch” to handle, especially with monsters. Dark energy was something that drove monsters mad, they couldn't think straight with it around and it was always around where ever they went. The stuff wasn't so good on humans either, seeping into every pour of anyone that found themselves in its mist.

You would first feel uncomfortable, your cloths would be too hot, your posture didn't feel right, sitting down made you anxious and there was a constant slight burning in your chest. Soon you couldn't get your mind out of the gutter, you would be constantly thinking about sex or fondling or naked women or men or whatever.

This went hand in hand considering monsters don't have male counterparts, they need human men to breed and populate their races. This led to problems such as what if monsters begin to outnumber humans or human females die out? If there were no women left to make human babies then both humans and monsters would be gone in one generation. And of course shit went south real quick.

Crusades, inquisitions, excursions, monster territorial expansions, wars, all of these popped up over the course of a few hundred years. No one wanted to admit it, a lot of people were happy living with monsters and monsters with people. But there was a race war going on, a rather vicious one at that.

But, out of nowhere, exactly sixty years ago, a monster gave birth to a human boy. Then all of the symptoms of dark energy poisoning just vanished without a trace. No one knows what happened, no one could explain it, but suddenly all the pieces just fell into place and a endless war just kind of stopped.

Now, sixty years later, society has just kind of moved on. No one really talks about the old days, save for the older generations that remember what it was like when shit was constantly hitting the fan. But the rest of us are too young to know about that stuff, and we just go about our lives now that ladies with snake tails or cat ears are a common part of it.


“Augh!” Natasha ruffled the hair around her horns with her fingers. “This is bullshit! We aren't getting anywhere!”

“Losing your nerve, Nat?” I taunted, tossing yet another book into the pile.

“Bite me! I've been at this longer than you have...” She growled, kicking a stack of books on the ground across the room with a thunderous crash.

“I'm tired of this, I'm going home and getting some sleep.” Natasha announced, grabbing her coat and heading out the door. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Whatever.” I said with a shrug. “I'll just be here, making grand discoveries on my own.”

“No you won't!”

I sat at the desk upon the old dusty chair, flipping from page to page of yet another book before tossing it aside. An entire library created by a single man, each tomb held pages upon pages of absolute nonsense.

With a loud, irritated sigh, I got up from the chair and returned to the books still on the shelf. Blue, yellow, and red made up the entire colour pallet of each wall, with each book having a theme according to colour, that by the end didn't make any sense anyway.

My eyes brushed over the shelves, moving to the books that stood past the desk until I reached the corner of the wall. That's where I noticed a book in black instead.

“How the hell did Nat not notice this?” I asked myself, stepping over the piles on the ground.

It stood out like a sore thumb between a group of blue covered books. I checked around the room one more time to make sure there were no other books like this, going through shelf to shelf one last time before returning to it.

“Maybe we're getting somewhere now.” I said, grabbing on to the book and pulling it from the shelf.

I heard a click and a spinning of gears, the dust from the shelf shaking and exploding from its wood before it twisted to the side, revealing to me a hidden pathway.

“...Oh, of course.” I muttered, stepping past the secret entrance and into the new room. “Maybe you should have hid your hidden switch a little better, professor...”

The pathway was shrouded in an eerie darkness, one that I immediately cut through with the flashlight on my cell phone. A hallway that seemed to lead on for forever. I mustered the courage within myself to go forward, believing that this would be the big break we needed.

I was surrounded in darkness save for the light shining on ahead, doing little to break the shadows. The hallway of limestone continued for some time until it finally opened up into what looked like a large room.

“A lab?” I asked myself, trying to get a better look into the darkness with my phone. I took a wide step into the room, expecting to touch hard ground once again but instead was thrown off balance. My foot slipped and hurdled my body down a flight of stairs, battering me until I finally banged my head against the ground. I groaned, my eye sight becoming hazy, the last thing I saw was a pair of feet in the light of my phone before I passed out.

I woke sometime later, my vision still blurry, I was sitting up but it was hard to move. I tried to move my arms, but something held them in place. I was restrained to a wall, sitting down on the floor and surrounded by candle light. Something had brought me here.

Was this how it was going to end? As some sort of prisoner or experiment by a Frankenstein's monster left behind by Professor Hulburg? Was he working on some sort of bio weapon? As my vision became more clear, I noticed there was someone kneeling in front of me. A woman with blond hair and light brown skin, she was practically naked save for the strap top that covered her breasts and the meagre pair of panties that was covering her nether.

She was looking at me with her sapphire eyes, tilting her head to the side. I was confused, I didn't even realize at first that she had my prick in her hand.

“H-hey, wait!” I called out, my mind turning on as I processed the situation. My cock was already hard, having been rubbed by this woman while I was still out. Her grip was soft, though it had a weird feel to it, like her skin was made of clay.

The woman blinked once, giving my cock one last tug before sitting over it, pushing her panties aside and guiding me into her. I was taken aback by it all, the wetness hugging my member tightly as she began to move against my hips.

“Why are you doing this!?” I asked her. She didn't make a sound, focusing on my cock as she squeezed down on it. Like a machine, she knew exactly when to pick up her pace and how to move. It felt unbearably good, like I had just died and gone to paradise.

I didn't ask anymore questions, leaning my head back to look up at the ceiling while she pounded against my rod. It was too much to handle and finally I gave out and came. The woman stopped and winced as I poured out inside her. When she was finally sure that I had emptied inside her, she stood up, letting my dick slide out of it and slap against my thigh.

“What the hell was that about!?” I asked her, catching my breath. The woman simply looked at me, tilting her head as if she didn't understand once more before turning away.

She moved to a bench made out of stone, turning back to me before sitting down. Without a word she simply closed her eyes and went still, not moving and not responding to any of my cries. I finally gave up, sitting back against the hard wall and looking off into the room that wasn't lit by candle light.

“Well...” I whispered to myself. “It could be worse, I guess...”
--
“Zeke?” Natasha called out throughout the mansion. “Were you seriously here all night?”

Natasha bit her lower lip when there was no answer. His car was still outside, but he was no where to be found.
“He probably just took a nap somewhere.” She reassured herself, going from room to room in an attempt to find Zeke.

“Zeke, c'mon out, this isn't funny!” She whined, a feeling of dread taking a grip at her chest.

“Zeke?”
--
Its been hours now...
My arms were really tired, I don't know how the unwashed peasants of old did this. I stood up sometimes to straighten them out but it didn't really little when I had to sit down again. I couldn't pull up my pants either, and had just thrown them aside to get them off my ankles.

“Flesh of clay, mind of magic...” I repeated those words to myself. “Flesh of clay...Mind of magic...”

The woman suddenly came back to life, opening her eyes and immediately looking over at me. She stood up from her seat and moved over to me. She knelled down in front of me, looking straight into my eyes.

“What, again?” I asked her. She nodded simply and took my cock in her hand, stroking it softly until it was once again hard.

This time she put it in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it firmly and gently caressing the shaft with her tongue. She began to gulp, bobbing her head up and down against my cock with machine expertise. I tried to make a game out of it, to see how long I could last before I blew my load, and considering the way she was moving, it wasn't going to be much longer.

She toyed with my balls, assaulting my head mercilessly with her mouth until once again I released myself. She made a face as I poured out into her mouth, but she gulped every last bit of it without complaint. She pulled her mouth away and licked the tip once more before releasing her grip around it.

“You know, I'm going to get hungry sooner or later.” I told her as she stood up. She only tilted her head again turned away from me and returned to her seat. Her eyes closed once again and I was left alone.

“Well...” I muttered. “I may die of starvation, but at least I won't die of boredom...”
--

Natasha bit at her finger nails, the pressure was suddenly getting to her. Police had arrived and investigated to find nothing. Their manhunt had spread out into the nearby city and towns, helicopters flew over the forests surrounding the mansion constantly.

“Zeke...” she said to herself, sitting down in Hulburgs old chair. “What happened to you?”

Natasha wiped a tear away, looking off to her right and spotting a black book sitting in the shelf.

“How did I not notice that before?” She asked herself, stepping over to the book. She pulled it from the shelf, hearing the clicks and whirs of gears as the shelf moved to the side.

She peered into the darkness, gulping down the fear in her throat before stepping inside.
“Zeke?” She called out before stepping into the darkness.
--
“I get what you are now.” I told the woman, her eyes suddenly opening to look at me.

“Flesh of clay, mind of magic, the old man was talking about you.”

The woman tilted her head to the side. “Old man?” She repeated the words.

“Oh, so you can talk.” I said with a nod.

“What old man?” she asked me, standing up from her seat and moving over to me.

She knelled down, beside me this time, looking deep into my eyes. For the first time I saw actual emotions on her face, curious about my words.

“Nathan Hulburg.” I told her. “The guy who created you.”

“Nathan?” She repeated his first name. “I don't understand.”

“You never met him?” I asked her, raising a brow. “Huh...He must have passed away before you woke up.”

“Oh...” She looked down at the ground, a unexpected expression of sadness on her face. She sat there in silence for minutes before looking back at me. “Who are you?”

“I'm Zeke.” I introduced myself. “Do you have a name or are you just “Golem”?”

“I...I don't know.” She admitted.

Her face slowly changed back from that frightened expression back to her original blank stare. Without warning, she once again got a hold of cock and stroked it until it was hard, ignoring my fidgeting before sitting down on it once again. Only this time she wrapped her arms around my neck, her eye contact never breaking as she slowly moved against me, as if she was savouring it all.
--

Natasha found herself at the end of the hallway, spotting the steep decline before taking another step forward. She pointed the flash light she brought with her down the stairs, spotting the dirt under the last stair case.

“Zeke!?” She called out, her heart pounding in her chest.

She noticed a glint at the bottom shining against the lights of her torch. Carefully, she made her way down the stairs, making sure each step was planned as to not fall down the hole.

She approached the glint, its shape coming clear to her. It was Zeke's cell phone, left face up in the dirt. Natasha clicked it from stand-by mode and the flash light immediately turned on before she flicked it off again.

“You're somewhere down here...” She whispered to herself, gazing into the darkness ahead of her.

With a deep breath and a sudden rush of determination, Natasha stepped forward into the dark.

“Don't worry, Zeke. I'll find you.”

After the first tunnel, it suddenly split into three pathways. Natasha stopped in her tracks, examining each pathway carefully. One wrong turn and she could get lost down here forever. She banged against her head in frustration, her friend could be hurt, or worse! She had to move on but she also couldn't just wander off into the old tunnels.

Natasha aimed her light towards the ground, getting on to one knee and examining the dirt below carefully. It was difficult to say even with the flash light, but she spotted indents in the mud that resembled foot prints. Crouched over, she began to follow the trail, moving deeper into the tunnels.

--
I didn't know what to think anymore. This Golem has been riding me on and off for longer than I cared to count. Each time she did she seemed a little more human, she began to ask questions, emotions showed on her face, and one time I even managed to make her laugh.

But this would only last for a few hours before she would turn back to her original self, lifeless and almost frightening. She would once again ride on me until I came inside her once more before her emotions suddenly returned.

This time she was strangely closer to me than usual, pressing her breasts against my chest while she rode my cock. She moaned this time, biting her lower lip and curling her toes with each deep thrust. As her speed increased so did her frantic panting, her hand clinging on to the back of my shirt.

I was becoming harder and harder to hold on, I was exhausted and very sensitive at this point, at some points it even hurt to maintain an erection. The Golems hand trailed from my back and to my face, cupping my cheeks and suddenly pressing her lips against mine.

My eyes widened at the sudden impact, her tongue forcing itself into my mouth, dancing with mine and exploring anywhere it could reach. She moaned a soft, sweet moan into my mouth, only pulling away to catch a breath I wasn't aware she even needed to do before showering me in kiss after gentle kiss.

This time I wailed in exhaustion as I came inside her, the Golem holding me close to her chest as she yelled out in ecstasy. I rested my head against her breasts, trying to regain my breath and maintain my composure. I could barely feel my legs anymore, smothered in a tingling sensation, I was afraid to see what would happen if I stand up.

“I want to go again...” The Golem demanded, rubbing herself against my soft member.

“No, wait!” I begged, throwing up my hands in protest. “Please, I can't anymore. Its been nonstop...Just...Just let me rest for a while...”

The Golem sat back, a clear look of disappointment on her face. She pondered it it for a few moments, snapping her fingers when she came up with a plan. I felt her weight relieve itself from my legs as she ran across the room, opening a chest at the very back and rummaging through what sounded like glass bottles. She returned moments later, grinning devilishly as she uncorked a bottle.

The liquid was black as death, swilling like molasses in the glass bottle. Even from here I could smell a sickly sweet scent, one that suddenly brought my body back to life. It was then I realized what she had in hand, my eyes widening at my own realization.

“H-hey! That's dark energy isn't it!?” I shouted, kicking my legs at the ground until my back was firmly against the wall. “How do you even have any of that?

“It was here since I woke up.” she explained, glaring down at me with a terrifying smile. “It always made me feel good, maybe it can make you feel good.”

The Golem dropped to her knees, moving to my side and pressing her hand against both of my cheeks.

“Just a single drop.” She whispered. “A single drop is all you need...”

I struggled in vain, her grip was super human, probably even stronger than Natasha. She tilted my head upwards and I felt a single drop of liquid pour down my tongue. It tasted like overly potent honey, sticking to my tongue and throat.

I looked back at the Golem, who was now beaming with excitement at the sight of me. My body felt hot, my face flushed and my groin burned. Every movement sent shock wave’s of sensations through my skin as I felt it rub against every fabric of my shirt and every grain of sand under me. I tried to gulp down the sudden stuffiness in my throat, control my breathing and my emotions.

“Get away from him!” I heard a familiar voice shout out. I looked past the Golem, who too followed the sound of the voice to see Natasha standing at the entrance way. Her fists were balled up and her eyes burned behind her glasses.

“Nat?” I managed to ask through the haziness of my mind.

At first, the Golem didn't seem pleased by this turn of events, harbouring a rather intimidating smile. But then it seemed as though gears were churning in her head, and that wicked smile returned.

“I said get away from him!” Nat repeated, her face blushing when she realized I was naked from the waist down and now boasting a rather massive erection.

“Who is he to you?” The Golem asked. “Lover?”

“H-he's not my lover!” Natasha stumbled on her words.

She stepped into the room, hands up and ready for a fight. “Just let him go and we'll be on our way.”

The Golem took a step towards her, holding her hand at the wrist behind her back.

“Maybe you want to play as well?” She asked the tall Goblin, eyeing her from top to bottom.

“Excuse me!?” Natasha was taken aback by the assumption, her face glowing an even brighter scarlet than before.

“If you want him back so much.” The Golem stepped to the side as if to present me to her. “Then you simply have to take him from me.”

Natasha bared her teeth, cracking her knuckles in each hand. It was a side of her I wasn't familiar with, even with all of her insults and nagging, she never really acted like the rest of her kin. The Golem remained calm, standing in front of me like a tower guard, her hands still locked behind her back.

Natasha dashed forward, kicking his dirt with her heels as she closed in on her target. Without a second beat, the Golem unlocked her hands and brought them to front. Their palms smashed together and their fingers locked in struggle as the wrestle began.

Natasha struggled under the Golems grip, though her opponent seemed no worse for wear. It seemed perfectly clear who had the advantage in this battle. With a grunt, Natasha brought her left foot forward as leverage in an attempt to push the Golem off her feet. This was met with a smile and a giggle before the Golem countered. The Golem twisted her body and moved her right leg back, catching Natasha off balance and tossing her to the ground.

Before Natasha could get up and retaliate, the Golem was already on the move. She dropped down on top of Natasha, sitting on her pelvis and eyeing her with a coy grin.

“W-what are you doing!?” Natasha stuttered, trying to push the Golem off of her body.

“I saw how you looked at him.” The Golem hummed, trailing her fingers down Natasha's blouse.

Before Natasha could respond, the Golem began to unbutton her top, pulling it apart to reveal her breasts shielded behind a bra. Natasha screamed and tried to cover herself up, only for the Golem to pull her hands away.

“Struggle all you want.” The Golem taunted, undoing her bra expertly and throwing it across the room. “It won't change the outcome.”

“Is this really happening?” I whispered to myself, my eyes wide as this all unfolded before me.

Natasha once again struggled, throwing a punch that was immediately intercepted by the Golem. She pinned her hands down to the ground and leered above her. Natasha gulped and tried to pull her hands free, her eyes locked with the Golems. To my goblin friends surprise, their lips locked, Natasha trying to pull away as the Golems tongue forced its way into her mouth and began to wrestle with hers.

She pushed a leg between Natasha's, exploring her mouth with her tongue as lovingly as she did mine.

“No!” Natasha cried out as the Golem pulled her mouth away, licking her neck and chest as her hands trailed away from her wrists and to her waist.

The Golem pulled her pants from her body, pushing Natasha's resisting hands away and kissing her belly four times before pulling her blue striped panties away.

“Oh, its beautiful.” The Golem complimented, putting a hand on each of Natasha's knees and spreading them apart. “And you shave~.”


“D-dont...” Natasha whined, she had given up trying to struggle.

The Golem looked over at me, noticing that my erection had become stiffer than it's ever been, she grinned at me and winked, looking back at Natasha and lowering her head between the Goblins legs.

“Let me just have a taste.” She cooed, pressing her tongue against her vulva.

Natasha gasped and tried to struggle, only to fall back against the dirt as the Golems tongue toyed and spread her lips apart. She pushed her tongue inside Natasha, trailing it against her walls. Natasha screamed out, writhing on the ground and arching her back in the air with every one of the Golems movements.

The Golem wrapped her fingers around both of Natasha's thighs, pushing her tongue deeper into Natasha's wet pussy. I could see my friends juices drop on to the ground from where I was sitting.
She screamed out again as the Golem moved to her clitoris, sucking on it gently while toying with her folds with two of her fingers.

“Stop! Stop! I can't!” Natasha begged, putting her hand against the Golems forehead. “I'm going to come!”

Her pleas went ignored, the Golem becoming more and more bold with her tongue until Natasha fell back against the dirt once more. Her legs began to twitch, her toes digging into the dirt until finally she let out a long wail.

Her juices poured into the Golems mouth, who in turn drank it like honey. The Golem lifted each leg into the air at a time, licking the thighs clean of any wetness that may have gotten passed her.  She glanced over at me, giving me another wink before standing up and sauntering over to me and lifting the bottle she had left beside me from the ground.

With her free hand she broke my shackles from my wrists effortlessly, my arms falling to my side and suddenly relieved of their pains.

“We're not done yet~” the Golem cooed to Natasha, who was on her side and panting.

The Golem opened the bottle and dipped three of her fingers in the dark energy, moaning as its essence seeped into her skin. Closing the bottle and tossing it aside, she sat down by Natasha and pulled her up so that her back was leaning against the Golems breasts. Her fingers trailed down Natasha's stomach, rubbing her three fingers against her still wet pussy. She wailed out and kicked her legs, her arms wrapped around the Golems neck as the energy poured into her body.

“Good.” The Golem giggled, kneading Natasha's breast with her other hand. “Now we can start the main event.”

The two looked at each other before sharing a deep kiss. They pressed their tongues against one another's before pulling away and looking at me. I licked my licks, my cock throbbing after the show the Golem had just put on. The Golem pushed Natasha away as they both went on all fours, presenting themselves to me and wiggling their behinds.

It was like being presented paradise or unlimited power, I couldn't make up my mind
“Zeke...” Natasha whined, looking back at me from over her shoulder, this was enough of a go ahead from me.

I knelled down behind her, guiding my cock into her still drenched folds. She let out a happy yelp as I slipped inside, a perfect fit. I began to thrust my hips, slamming against Natasha gleefully. Sensations began to pulse through my body, my legs already struggling to keep me up.

Natasha moaned with every thrust, pressing her face against her hands while I had my way with her. The Golem giggled and turned around, wrapping her arms around my neck and locking me in a kiss, the taste of Natasha still in her saliva.

I moved my right hand to fondle her folds as well while I slammed against Natasha, who was moaning loudly and moving her hips with mine. She squeezed tightly around my cock, looking back at me with lustful eyes.

It was too much ecstasy at once, groaning into the Golems mouth as I poured my seed inside Natasha, who cried out with every twitch of my cock. My seed oozed from her as I pulled out, dripping against the dirt below.

With Natasha satisfied for the moment, I turned my attention to the Golem. I caught her by surprise and pushed her to the ground and flipping her on to her stomach. I stopped myself from slipping into her pussy, something she protested immediately. It was one I was familiar with, and the demonic energy flowing in my blood at the moment screamed at me to just plunge in. But there was one hole I still hadn't used.

The Golems eyes widened as my cock trailed against her anus, prodding at it playfully before I thrusted inside. She screamed loudly, pushing herself up with her hands before I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her arms back. She wailed with each thrust, though I knew full well she could pull away easily at any time.

“Does it feel good?” I asked her between thrusts.

“Yes!” She cried out, her tongue now hanging from her mouth. “It feels great!”

I didn't care what her answer was going to be, instead I just pounded away at her until once again I reached my limits. She fell to the ground, my see pouring from her hole while she sucked on one of her fingers. I sat back to rest, the little drop of black magic that was being used as a conduit was beginning to run dry.

I rubbed my hands down my face, my sense of judgement returning as I came to a realization of what I just did to my 'partner' and 'rival'.

“Nat-” I tried to call to her, only to have her lips press against mine and her arms wrap around me. She positioned herself so she was sitting on my lap, her tight body pressed against me while she held a deep, tender kiss.

“I love you...” She admitted to me as she pulled her lips away. “I always have...”

“Really?” I asked her in disbelief.
Natasha simply nodded before kissing me again. “I was so scared I lost you.”

“Hey.” I tried to reassure her. “I'm okay, I just wish you found me in better circumstances...”

Natasha shook her head and smiled. “No, I think I just needed the kick to get me moving.”

The sound of sniffling filled my ears. I looked past Natasha to find the Golem wiping tears from her eyes.

“Its so beautiful...” She admitted. “You both love each other so much...”

She covered her eyes with her hands. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to take you away from one another...”

“Hey, wait.” I interrupted her little pity party. “Come on, you were pretty god damn robotic when you found me. I don't really think you can be blamed for your brain just suddenly turning on.”

The Golem wiped away her last tear and the room went silent.

“So...” Natasha looked back at me. “What do we do now?”

--

Four months passed since that event. Natasha and I had moved in together and now run our business cooperatively. The Golem disappeared a short time after we left the mansion together and we haven't seen her since.

“Where do you think she went?” Natasha asked me, looking out the window.

“Who?”

“You know who.”

I stepped in front of the window, looking out into the city below. “No idea, though I'm pretty sure she's okay.”

I wrapped my arms around Natasha, doing a little dance with her while we gazed into the rain drenched city scape. When suddenly the door bell rang, catching us both by surprise.

“Were we expecting anyone?” I asked.

“Not that I know of.”

I walked to the door, opening it to find a hooded figure standing in front of me. She had familiar tanned skin, red eyes, and blond hair, looking up at me with a smile.

“Hi.” She said while holding a bottle of black liquid in her right hand. “I was in the neighbourhood and thought I should pay you a visit...”