Kate Educates Jacob #54
My Soul Unshackled
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Jacob’s Point Of View
“This can’t be real.”
“It is very real for me, Jacob. I’ve hunted everywhere to find you. I feel so happy.”
“You are Natalia’s sister?”
“Yes. We were born years apart, and I was at University in Germany when the war started. I instantly became a refugee. It took me years to discover my family was wiped out.”
“Except you.”
“I’m the only one left, Jacob.”
I was lost for words, with my head spinning in an emotional vortex. The moment I’d discovered Natalia’s remains in the mine flooded back as though I were there. Kate and Suzanna helped me stand, and we walked to the dining table, where a stunned silence prevailed like an expectant blanket among our family and friends.
I sat down heavily, breathing lightly. I felt as though I might pass out. Kate stayed with me, kneeling while Suzanna sat close by, holding my hand and rubbing its back with her thumb.
“They told me you found my sister when the other bodies were already exhumed, and they were closing down the mine.”
“We’d planned to fill it so ghoulish souvenir hunters couldn’t get in. Natalia was tiny, and I saw her lodged under a rock shelf.”
“Discarded like rubbish?”
“I’m so sorry, Suzanna.”
“Don’t be sorry. You are acknowledged as a hero in battle, more so for me personally, in what you did for Natalia. I spoke to the forensic team leader. He never saw anyone treat a victim with such reverence. Doctor Menzies said you wouldn’t allow them to dig her out with rough tools.”
“We had to be careful. She was stuck under rocks and layers of mud. I saw her outline, almost a shadow of a child. It took three days until I carried her in a blanket. She had a silver cross in her fingers.”
“I have it now.”
Suzanna pulled the pendant out of her blouse, and I choked. Tears welled in my eyes, and I frowned, trying desperately to hold back my emotions, remembering that awful time in the mine. Suzanna hugged me, Kate held my hand, and my Dad kneeled beside me with Carrie, touching and consoling me while I sobbed like a baby.
My emotional release felt immense, almost cathartic. I saw the images of Natalia, as I’d found her, and then others from archived photographs investigators had recovered once her name was known.
I glanced up suddenly when a vital thought occurred to me.
“She hasn’t been forgotten then, Suzanna?”
“No. Natalia is buried with my family. Everyone was recovered and interred together.”
“I’m glad you survived.”
“I married a man from my village, also in University when the war started. We have three children, all named in memory of my lost siblings.”
“One is called Natalia?”
“Yes. She is just like her as well. Mischievous, loving, joyful, and energetic.”
“She lives on through you in a way. I’m so pleased Natalia is not lost.”
“Jacob, my sister’s story is being told today because of you.”
“What do you mean?”
“They tracked Natalia’s killers and have them in custody for the past eight months. Investigators are piecing together the whole story of her life.”
“Will they be prosecuted?”
“They confessed and will never see daylight again.”
“Thank fuck.”
“No, Jacob… thank you.”
She smiled through tears and a strained expression. I could imagine Suzanna had cried forever, mourning the loss of her family, but now, I saw some small measure of closure and felt perhaps the same might come for me.
“Natalia, would hope you were happy. She wished no ill will to anyone. I heard you are not well, Jacob.”
“Who told you?”
“When I tracked you to the U.K., they consumed me with paperwork, obfuscating what happened to you, denying your existence, and confusing me. The U.N representative in London helped me authenticate my identity and genuine interest in you.”
“And they told you about me?”
“That you won a Victoria Cross for bravery, yes. During a meeting I had with a senior officer, he let slip that you eventually left the army because of PTSD.”
“Yes, that’s true.”
“Is your PTSD because of Natalia?”
“She wasn’t the only victim we exhumed, but because of the time it took to retrieve Natalia as a whole person, I knew her most of all and felt connected.”
Alicia crawled into my lap and hugged me, wide-eyed and beautifully innocent. She lay her head on my chest, and I felt comforted, surrounded by my family and beloved friends. I noticed Claude’s sympathetic expression. The French Special Forces man would have similar memories.
“Natalia, would hope you would be happier.”
“It might not seem like it now, but knowing you survived and that her DNA wasn’t erased from the human story makes me happy.”
I recovered somewhat and stared around the table at those who meant most to me. I wished my mother were there, regardless of her recent behavior.
Kate stood and pointed at the roast beef.
“Will you stay for dinner? Perhaps sleepover the night?”
“I’d love to.”
I can’t remember who carved the meat or served our dinner, but Kate, my Dad, Carrie, and Alicia were consumed, crowded around Suzanna with me, reading news clippings and looking at family photographs before passing them around.
My emotions were severely jolted, but connecting with Natalia through a living relative felt so wonderful. She laughed while telling stories of her family life before the war, bringing her sister closer than she’d been as a skeleton and vague apparition in my dreams.
Kate and I didn’t drink alcohol, but others did and celebrated long into the night. We headed for bed shortly after Alicia went, and Lizzie fixed Suzanna’s room in the main house.
I was happy to close our bedroom door, finally able to relax and process my thoughts amid a tsunami of feelings alien to me. I sat on our bed, sighing with considerable relief.
“How do you feel, Jacob?”
“Disconcerted. Unsteady. Like the rug got pulled out from under me.”
“I have to make love to you.”
“I won’t fight that.”
Kate launched at me like a starving tigress, scrambling until she straddled my lap. She ripped my shirt off with fire blazing in her eyes, rocking her pussy on my cock through my jeans and her panties separating us.
I felt heat from her pussy, slid a hand down, and touched dampness through the delicate lace holding back Kate’s swollen pussy lips. I slid her gusset aside while my fiancee spread her knees wider, lifting her ass to provide better access.
“You’re very turned on, Kate.”
“Damn fucking right, I’m wet.”
“Why so much?”
“I can’t explain how overwhelming it was to see your heroic story trotted out for all. I felt proud of you and wriggled uncomfortably throughout dinner like a creamy, hormonal mess.”
She kissed me while I plowed my fingers slowly up and down Kate’s creamy pussy. I wondered if her pregnancy contributed to heavy arousal because she was as horny as a teenager on prom night. I retrieved my fingers, and she shot me an, I told you so, look when I gawped at two heavily cream-coated fingers before sucking both clean.
“I need your cock inside me. If I wasn’t already pregnant, I’d want to be by morning.”
“I’m so happy you are pregnant.”
Kate stood up and slipped her knickers off, discarding them. Her pussy was hidden by a thin, knee-length skirt that parted quickly when she straddled me again.
“Do you want to finger fuck me some more?”
“Oh god, yeah!”
We French kissed for ages, tangling tongues, teasing and sizzling our trembling lips off each other. I felt like Kate consumed me, especially when she rocked her ass, adjusting position until the fingers I slid up and down her creamy furrow slipped inside a warm, tight, drenched hole.
“Try getting three inside me. It still won’t be as wide as your cock.”
“Are you sure?”
“Never more so.”
I slipped a third finger inside Kate’s creamy hole, wedging them outwards gently while she rocked harder, fucking herself on my digits. She moaned vociferously, not caring how wanton or slutty she sounded, entirely consumed by a desperate need to have me.
She leaped off me, clawing the buttons on my jeans, tearing them off while slobbering and stuttering her words like a thirsty woman crawling towards an oasis.
“Are you okay, Kate?”
“You’re a fucking hero in so many ways, Jacob.”
“Why does that matter?”
“You don’t understand what it does to a woman’s hormones.”
Kate crawled on top of me, straddling my cock, gripping tightly, frowning disgracefully when she slid her pussy down my gnarly shaft until completely impaled.
“You’re a nurturer. Someone who helps everyone else. You’ll be such an excellent husband and father; I can only pray to be worthy, Jacob.”
“Jesus, Kate, what’s gotten into you?”
“I love you, Jacob, and always have, but listening to Suzanna made me realize how fucking lucky I am.”
“I’m lucky as well, Kate.”
“I’m glad you feel like that; now, please fill me with more semen.”
I gripped her tightly around the waist, raised my knees for her palms to rest, and helped Kate slide her pussy up and down my stiff cock. Her desire for me was off the charts and felt almost like a dream. Her expression revealed absolute, unconditional love and a spark to a flame of passion that could easily burn until the end of time.
Her pussy felt warm, tight, and creamy smooth. She squeezed her soft tissue walls tightly, milking my cock while each time she slid down that blue veiny shaft, another circle of milky love gathered and pushed into my pubic hair.
Kate rocked back and forth, grinding her swollen clitoris into my wiry bush, lighting up her expression and bringing a sparkle to her eyes. She stretched high, riding me like I was the most exquisite dressage horse in the world. Fingers from both hands rifled through her long hair as my future wife stared down lovingly, milking my cock with crushingly powerful muscles and giving me the show of my life.
Her orgasm exploded across trembling lips, rippling cheeks, a deeply furrowed brow, and a body shuddering like an earthquake. When I decanted my semen inside her, Kate demanded it rather than me giving it. She stared at me, begging for my heart, and I melted into her, dragging my beloved down, rolling until I mounted her.
I managed a dozen more deep strokes inside Kate, with my cock jerking and twitching wildly as she writhed in ecstasy, screaming loud enough to be heard in every cabin.
“They’ll hear you outside.”
“I couldn’t give a fuck Jacob.”
She kissed me desperately, clenching her midriff, squeezing my cock hard to exhaust every drop of my semen. I felt desired and almost like a god being serviced by a handmaiden.
When I rolled sideways, and we hugged closely, Kate drooled, slurping with an apologetic look.
“Sorry. I lost control.”
“You are such a perfect fiancee, Kate.”
“No, Jacob, that’s you. We have such a wonderful union.”
“I know.”
I fell asleep in her arms, vaguely remembering Kate slipping out to use the toilet. When she returned, my fiancee felt like a barnacle clamped onto me all night. I kicked off the duvet because her body heat ran so high that my sweat soaked both of us.
Kate woke before me, which was highly unusual. I rolled out of our bed, stood, and felt strangely exhilarated. It was like a veil of exhaustion was lifted, and I’d had the best night’s sleep ever. My fiancee burst through our bedroom door wearing a negligee, carrying two coffees, looking thrilled.
“Are you okay, Kate?”
“Yes. You didn’t have a nightmare last night.”
“I don’t get them every night.”
“Yeah… you do, or you did. I didn’t tell you about it. Sometimes, you only murmur Natalia’s name for a few minutes, but it’s happened every night since we’ve slept together.”
“Maybe I’m okay now.”
“You’ve always been okay, Jacob. You’ve carried a burden, but now maybe it has eased. I doubt you are entirely cured right away.
“Is Suzanna still here?”
“Yeah, she’s at Lizzie’s bar talking with your sister. I said she could stay for as long as she liked. Is that okay?”
“Of course.”
“Shall we shower together?”
“Can we throw on some sweats and see Sierra first, please, Kate?”
“Do you want to talk to her about Natalia?”
“Does that sound silly?”
“Of course not, Jacob. Shall we race there?”
Kate grabbed my sweats and hers, escaping through the bedroom door while I was still naked, discarding mine across the living room floor while pulling hers on, using a bathrobe to hide any nakedness.
I slipped on boxer briefs, sprinted, ignoring my clothes, and sailed past Kate semi-naked before she reached the front door. I enjoyed her fits of giggles in my wake. I slipped on sneakers outside the front door, left hers lest she accuse me of dirty tricks, and sprinted past a shocked Claude and Hannah, enjoying a shared omelet with Isabelle at the outdoor eating area.
“What’s going on, buddy?”
“Sorry Claude, I can’t stop. You know how competitive Kate is.”
“Get back here, Jacob.”
I glanced back and saw Kate hopping across the gravel, pulling on a second sneaker while laughing hilariously. I slowed down near the stables, let my fiancee catch me, and we strolled inside, arm in arm, giggling.
“Do you think horses understand us, Kate?”
“They know our demeanor, and that’s enough. The reasons for sadness or happiness don’t matter. Sierra will respond to your mood, not the reason for it. She’ll never judge you.”
“Neither do you, Kate.”
“There is nothing about you that anyone could judge Jacob.”
I stood before my beautiful horse, stroking her, convinced the magnificent beast understood every word. I explained what happened, and she snorted knowingly while Kate stood nearby watching.
“I can’t imagine a better outcome to this sadness, Jacob.”
“Me neither, Kate. A weight has been lifted from my soul.”
Next Chapter:
I always look forward to the new episode of KEJ. This one was particularly good because we got to find out the specifics about Natalia and why it affected Jacob so profoundly. As how she was found was being described I cried. It’s completely understandable why Jacob was affected the way he was. Finding adults had to have been painful on a human scale but a child….I don’t think it matters how strong or tough a person is finding a child the way Natalia was found then taking days to show her kindness in the way she was removed I don’t know if I would ever recover from that. I just can’t imagine.Damn Kate, I see a lot of comments about how you make the reader feel like they are a part of the story. I agree and this, in particular, got me. Then you finished on a happy, fun note with Kate and Jacob so the reader (me) isn’t sad all day. Damn, you’re good!
Makes you feel better for him.