"Understand the Apocalypse is not Armageddon. Armageddon is the destruction of everything. The Apocalypse is change. It's not just the Judeo-Christian school of thought that helps to shape you. All other religions have a part in this as well, but the Christian designations of the Four Horsemen are the most convenient.
"Make no mistake, however, there are many, many entities that have a vested interest in not changing anything. You two will face resistance and enemies desperate to eliminate you. On the plus side, it's very difficult to permanently kill a Horseman." She looked pleased with herself like she had just told us everything we could ever possibly need to know. I had at least a thousand questions and Geran probably had ten times that amount.
She seemed to sense she was going to get bombarded with questions and she had her distraction ready. She reached into a pocket and pulled out a packet of papers. "This was my wedding present to you both. I apologize for not giving it to you sooner. Here are passports, plane tickets, rental car documents, hotel reservations, quite a bit of cash, boat rental reservations, and the money is in your checking accounts plus there are four credit cards with impressive limits. Your flight leaves in four hours. You are flying directly to Jamaica."
I squealed and jumped over Geran to give her a hug. "You're the best Mom!" I blasted the info into his mind and ran into my closet to start packing. "I poked my head out of the closet, "Get MOVING Geran. We're going on a HONEYMOON!!" I threw dresses, shorts, shirts, bikinis, more bikinis, some of my sexiest panties, what else??? Bathroom! Toothbrush, hairbrush toothpaste, hairspray. Back to the closet. Shoes, belts, jewelry. Anything else? Yes! Hubby!
"Geran! Geran?" I went in his closet where he was piddledicking around. I started tossing stuff into his suitcase. "Come on! The limo will be here in ten minutes! Get fucking dressed!" I was hopping on one foot slipping a miniskirt on.
I was dragging him out the door five minutes later through the door with two stuffed suitcases. *BYE MOM!! THANK YOU!! WE'LL SEE YOU IN A WEEK!! WE LOVE YOU*
*I love you too. Have fun. And no need to shout!*
The limo whisked us to Newark, well whisked for New York traffic. We got to the airport with two hours to spare. The limo didn't take us to the main terminal. I double checked the tickets. "Geran - this is a private charter!" I had been blabbing non-stop on the ride out here. I was so excited to be with him for a week with no distractions. It was to me a big confirmation we were really married and not just playing at it.
We pulled up to a private hangar where a sleek small jet was warmed up and ready for us. The limo driver hauled our bags onto the plane. Geran tipped him and we got on board. It was a really nice jet. Leather seats, TV, wet bar, a big leather sofa - it was going to be a comfortable flight.
The co-pilot and pilot introduced themselves and gave us the safety speech. The flight attendant came on board and gave her version and fixed us some drinks. She was a VERY good looking blonde woman in a tight revealing outfit. She made us buckle up for takeoff and told us we had about a five or six hour trip depending on winds. We took off and were on our way!
Geran leaned over to me and said, "Happy Honeymoon, Nicole!" His voice was filled with love. I kissed him passionately and eventually found myself unbuckled and straddling his lap. I was grinding myself against his hard on; dry humping him like crazy. We started ripping each other's clothes off.
I whispered, "Let's try out the sofa." And got up. He tried but was still buckled in his seat and flopped back down. I laughed at his struggle. He got loose and carried me to the sofa and threw me onto it. I was topless and once I landed on the couch I got rid of the rest of my clothes. I love the way he looks at my body. It's a hungry look and one that is filled with passion and love. He stripped and got on top of me kissing me all over. He made me cum by licking my ears, my nipples, and then he really got busy on my clit, pussy, and asshole. When I was practically delirious he mounted me with two hard cocks. I wrapped my legs and arms around him pulling him tightly against me.
He began testing what felt the best in me. We eventually settled on two eight inch long dicks. The one in my pussy was thick and the other thinner. They felt the best inside me. No one could ever make me feel like he did. We experimented with all sorts of shapes and sizes. We found I could handle up to two feet of dickmeat of massive thickness and yet a 4" long thin dick felt every bit as good. We decided the succubus side of me must make my nether region super accommodating. It was as good of an explanation as anything else and until we did more research we were happy enough with it. At least I wasn't a size queen.
I told him mentally *Mom taught me how to speak telepathically. I want to share my orgasms with you!* and I combined our minds and feelings and passion. He cried out with the sudden intensity of it and began cumming deep inside me. I put my multi-orgasmic ability into him. He started fucking me again. For the next hour we fucked, changing positions frequently. He was climaxing intensely and frequently. His cum was flowing out of me like crazy.
We shared one last massive climax and collapsed off the sofa onto the floor of the cabin. The flight attendant handed us both large bottles of Gatorade. She looked very flushed. She told us, "You may want to get cleaned up and dressed. We land in forty-five minutes."
There was a small shower in the bathroom. We took turns in the shower and then got dressed and back in our seats with fifteen minutes to spare. We held hands, kissed, and whispered silly love stuff to each other until we landed.
We had another limo waiting for us. It was early evening and the sky was beautiful. I could smell the salt of the sea and feel a warm breeze.
Our driver was a big muscular black man. I figured he was our bodyguard too. He grabbed our luggage and took us to our hotel. It was on a more secluded side of the island right on the beach. He escorted us to the honeymoon suite which was VERY luxurious. Very expensive furniture, flowers, fresh fruit, fine linens. It was magnificent. Four people entered our room and one gave us the tour. Two bedrooms, a massive bathroom with a Jacuzzi that over looked the ocean. A balcony, chaise lounges, a kitchenette, a living room, cable TV with plenty of porno channels, dining area with glass table. It was very impressive. The other three people had unpacked our suitcases and had everything put away where it should be. The last turned down our bed and poured us fresh fruit drinks. They told us we were expected for dinner in forty minutes at the beachfront restaurant. Dress was beach casual.
Geran tipped them and they disappeared out the door. "Geran, I'm so happy being with you I feel like I'll explode."
"Please don't explode. I can't tip these guys enough to clean up the mess!" he said holding me. I punched his arm.
"Fucking comedian!" I'm getting dressed for dinner. I tried to pull away but he pulled me closer.
"Nicole, I love you so much I feel like I could explode too. It feels like there is more love in me than my body can contain. I am your husband, your lover, your brother, your slave, your protector, and yours." He leaned down and we shared a deep kiss. We gently parted and found they had already laid out our evening wear.
I had a black and red bikini with a lower body transparent skirt wrap. Geran had a smart looking tropical shirt with violet flowers and knee length shorts. We were both equipped with flip-flops. We joined hands and went to eat.
