Morning dawned grim and gray and the Addams clan stirred slowly from its fitful slumber. Gomez was up with the sun, and he slipped out of bed and into his long robe silently, while the rest of the family was still waking. He pushed open the glass door that led to the adjacent balcony, stepped out and surveyed the grounds.
From this vantage point, he could see across the whole expanse of the property. The sprawling ancestral cemetery, the putrid swampland rife with quicksand and dead trees, the treacherous ravine, the acres and acres of wasted earth, choked with rocks and weeds. He took a deep breath of thick, fetid air and sighed contentedly. He heard the faint pop of knuckles cracking at his side and felt a soft tug on the cuff of his silk pajama bottoms. Looking down he saw the family’s faithful hand Thing, perched on its fingertips by his slippered foot. “Good morning old man.”
Thing scuttled about to face the door and pointed his index finger. Gomez turned, following the gesture. Morticia was leaning against the doorframe, an odd smile on her face. She was dressed in a black nightgown, sheer enough that her ruby red nipples could be stiffening in the morning air. “Look at it cara mia, no blue, no green, no sun. Desolate wasteland as far as the eye can see. Paradise. It’s beauty is rivaled only by yours.” He extended his hand and she took it, pulling herself into him.
“Gomez,” she said, placing her hand on his bare chest, “this morning, I woke and looked out the window. I saw the gray sunless sky, and I was overwhelmed. A wave of depression swept over me. It was wonderful. It was like all hope had left the world. All there was darkness and sorrow. Misère noire.”
“Oh, Tish’…French.” Gomez said his eyes alight.
“Oui.”
He snarled gleefully and began to kiss her hand, working his was up her arm with his lips as he wrapped her arm around her waist. She could feel him beginning to harden against her thigh. As he reached the nape of her neck she slid her hand up his back and into his hair. “Gomez?”
He stopped, with visible effort and looked up at her, “Yes my darling?” He said, his voice rough and breathy. She ran her fingers down the side of his face.
“Hearing Wednesday last night, the youthful zeal in her cries of passion, I thought of when we first met.”
Gomez took a half step back, his eyes getting wide. “Balthazar’s funeral…”
“Seeing you standing there, by the open grave. Tall, dark, handsome. I asked Mama who that man was, with the mustache. She told me, Gomez Addams. I knew then I had to be yours.”
He slipped around her lithe body and took her into her arms. She could now feel his stiffness pressing against her buttocks. “You were so beautiful…pale under the moonlight. I was bewitched. I couldn’t even look at the corpse. The priest began to talk about the enormity of our grief and I slipped through the crowd towards you…”
She wriggled into him and leaned her head into his shoulder. “I was helpless. I felt your eyes probing me, exploring every inch of me, undressing me in your mind. You looked like a vulture eyeing a sickly fawn. I was yours for the taking…”
His hands slid upwards towards her breasts and pushed his body closer to hers, as he began to kiss her neck once more. “I came up behind you and whispered in your ear…”
“Excuse me, I’m Gomez Addams…and I can’t take my eyes off of you…’” She said, smiling at the memory. “And I said, ‘just your eyes?’”
“And then, before any other words were spoken my hands were all over you.” He turned her around and stared into her eyes.”
“You took me. Right there. Tore my dress off and laid me on the ground. Mmm, and then you were inside me…”
“All the mourners turned to watch. Our moans drowned out the sounds of the eulogy.”
“You were a beast. A monster. It was terrifying. I loved it.” She writhed pushed her hips into his, loving to feel the bulge of his manhood rub against her slit.
“The rest of the night was a dream. We talked for hours. And explored our carnal desires together four more times…and at the climax of our passion, I asked you to be my wife.”
“And we took our dark vows the very next night, before the ancient crypt. Mmmm, to have been so young my love…if only we could go back to that night…just once.”
Gomez was kissing her shoulder and stopped midway. He pulled his head up and looked at her, exhilaration downing on his face. “Cara mia, that is inspired… it is just brilliant! I’ve got to start right away…so much to do…so much to do!” And with that he kissed her on the lips firmly and dashed off the balcony and into the house. Morticia stood bemused, staring at him as he zipped through the master bedroom and away.
She smiled curiously “well, I wonder what this could be?” She asked herself, and then headed in herself to check on Pubert.
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