Storm Clouds 201 by TeraS

As promised, this week Storm Clouds continues, and we continue with Nina and Tom…

For those that would like to read Storm Clouds from the beginning, you can click this link, and it will take you to the page where all of the previous chapters can be found.



Storm Clouds 201
Chapter 33
By TeraS


Tom picked up the picture frame and handed it to Nina, “Show me who you really are.”

Nina’s reply was short and angry as she snatched the picture from him, “Fine.”

As Tom watched Nina … wasn’t Nina any more. In her place stood an almond-skinned woman, blue-eyed, with long, chestnut brown hair cascading down her back in two long braids, the ends just touching her waist, the ends framing the point on her body where her long grey tail rose into the air. Tom could see … everything. She wore not a stitch of clothing, her feminine curves exposed, offering her form to any that cared to look upon her. It wasn’t Camilla, not even close. The only thing that carried over was the grey horns and tail. They didn’t change at all and, for some reason, Tom felt relieved by that.

Clutching the picture to her chest she asked, “Happy now?”

“I’d rather that you weren’t naked, but otherwise? Sure.”

Nina traced a hand over her curves and smiled, “Embarrassed? Why? By now you must know that we are sexual beings, this shouldn’t surprise you. You asked to see me as I was …”

Tom interrupted: “Are … as you are, Nina.”

She threw up a hand into the air and paced angrily: “You don’t seem to get it. This me, the original me, does not exist anymore. I don’t … shouldn’t … be here like this. It’s wrong.”

Tom walked over to her and took the picture again: “Then why does this place still exist? Why does it still stand here if you shouldn’t?”

“Because … Because, sometimes—and it rarely happens—when we are home and I’m in control, I come back here.”

“Why? To mourn? To look back and do … what? Stop dancing around the truth and lay it out for me. Why?”

She cupped her hands over her nose and mouth, the answer muffled: “You are such a pain in the ass, Tom.”

“Talk, Nina. Tell me so I get a clue about all of this.”

She turned, the light from the window casting both shadow and light across her body, her braids moving from side to side, sometimes brushing against her tail as they did. When she didn’t respond, Tom asked: “Tell me something.”


“Why no purple in your hair?”

She smiled wanly: “Because purple wasn’t a colour they could make then, and brown was. Not that anyone back then really cared, anyway.”

Tom sat the picture down on the couch: “I’ve gotten used to the purple. Not sure the brown works for you.”

“Vanity is unbecoming, Tom.”

“Neither is self-pity, Nina.”

She closed her eyes and sighed: “The Goddess, me, the one who bestowed fertility upon the lands, was seen for that and what she provided. She … I … held gatherings where my worshipers would come and … well …”

Tom allowed a small smile: “I get the picture.”

She looked at him: “No, you don’t. They would appear and ask for my blessings upon them and I would see to it that their chances of having a child were one hundred percent. I would lay my hands on them, and then watch as their passions, needs, and desires were ramped up to the point that they would drop to the temple floor. Their moaning and screams of pleasure would echo through the temple and into the waiting crowds.”

“It must have been great for a being like yourself.”

Nina traced her fingers over the curve of her thighs and shivered: “It was amazing, Tom. I fed for days on it all.”

“Did you ever hurt them?”

Her hands stopped as she glared at him: “No. Damn you, you know that I never …”

“I know nothing, Nina. I know what you told me, and I know what happened in that office.”

“I told the truth. I have not lied to you.”

“Have you exaggerated or otherwise bent the truth?”

“What are you getting at, Tom?”

“Simple. I’ve told you, I trust Camilla. I do not trust you, at least not completely. I need some proof.”

Her eyes glowed brightly blue: “If I wanted to, I could reach into your mind and soul, bend you to my will, make you my servant, thrall, lover, or anything I wanted to.”

Tom pressed a finger into her chest: “Yeah, I get it. I get the threat. Is it a threat?”

“Fuck you, Tom. Fuck you completely.”

“Better. Now that we’re past the self-pity part of the show, you want to actually tell me why it is that you want to forget who you are?”

“I failed. I couldn’t stop what happened then, I couldn’t kill the one that was responsible for it because of you now.”

“Don’t put the blame on me for your past, Nina.”

She turned away from him, one of her long braids slapping against his arm as she did so: “I don’t. I blame myself.”

“How about you get over blaming yourself?”

“I am a footnote, a very small one, in history, Tom. Had things gone as I thought they could have, the world of today might be a much different place.”


She didn’t turn around: “Forget it. It is the past, like me, and it’s better forgotten.”

Tom closed the distance between them and then did something unexpected. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting just on the curve of her stomach, she putting her hands over his in the next moment.

“That’s the not-whole thing, isn’t it: being forgotten?”

She sighed in his embrace: “That’s part of it. Everything that I did then is gone. I’m not remembered for what I did then, that’s true.”

Tom thought for a while, just holding Nina and then asked: “You told me that you … took … a soul before, that you did something evil. None of this sounds like you did.”

“I was older and wiser then. When I was young, long before Tera became Queen, I was … I was not lily-white Tom.”

“How bad?”

Tom felt her body tense, her tail winding itself around his legs and squeezing slightly: “Taking a soul is … addictive. It’s the highest of highs, the most powerful orgasm you can imagine. It’s all taking with nothing given in return. Nothing is left expect ashes. And you just don’t care. All that matters is the next feeding, the next soul, and you do anything to get it.”

Tom’s grip became a little tighter: “What made you change your mind?”

She laughed: “Have I? How do you know that I’m not right on the edge of getting you on that couch and fucking your brains out? Are you so sure that I wouldn’t take you, Tom?”



“Because you told me that my soul is owned by someone else. And you can’t, as I understand it, take something that can’t be given.”

Nina leaned her head back, her hair now brushing against Tom’s chin: “I thought you weren’t listening. I’m glad you did.”

“I’m a detective. It’s my job.”

“Alright … Mr. Detective … I’ve admitted that I am a killer. I’ve confessed to my sins. So, now what?”

Tom turned Nina to look at him, one hand touching under her chin to make her look at him: “Now? Now I tell you something that you’ve never heard. I forgive you for your past.”


“Because I can. Because you aren’t Nina then, you are Nina now. And … and I trust you.”

Nina looked away, then rested her head upon Tom’s chest: “It’s been a long time since someone has.”

“Yeah, well you are a hard-ass to everyone, so that’s not a surprise. And if you change at all, I’ll lose all respect for you.”

Nina sighed: “You know … I really want you, Tom. She does, too.”

“Me? I’m nothing special; I keep telling you that.”

“Do me a favour?”


“Can you believe, for a moment, that you are worthy of being wanted?”

“Was wanted … once. I’m not sure I’m ready to be wanted again … or want to be.”

“And you talk about me fretting over the past?”


“You are … truly … frustrating, Tom.”

“I get that a lot.”

“So … what now? Showing me some ink blots?”

“You’d likely just tell me they all look like positions in the Kama Sutra or something.”

“I’m more of a practical sort. I’d rather demonstrate them—repeatedly.”

“I don’t want to know.”

“You’re lying.”

Tom allowed his hands to slip off her waist and he took a step back: “I’m not.”

She looked over her shoulder at him: “Are you? Fine, if that’s what you want to believe.”

“Look, can you please just get to the point of all of this? I’m getting tired of all of the dancing.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him: “We’re here because I need you to understand what all of this means.”

“End of the universe?”

She laughed, a thin one: “If it was only that simple. Remember the Dark? It wants us to be slaves and go into every universe and corrupt everything for it. We could do it, Tom. Make no mistake it would be a cake walk for us.”

He nodded: “Sex?”

She tilted her head: “That’s only the beginning. It’s the taking of souls, the changing of them, the turning of them. That’s what it lives on. Every single one that it snares gives it more power, more presence.”

“I don’t get the connection to the murder.”

She moved her tail in the air “Remember you were told that her tail was missing?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“That tail has to be found … before it merges that tail with someone that doesn’t deserve it.”

“Still don’t understand.”

Nina stretched out her right hand and the tip of her tail moved to rest upon it: “There are only some that are offered to join with a tail for a reason. They are right for the tail that chooses them.”

“Okay. But …”

“If the Dark forces a tail to join with someone—and I don’t know if it can or not—then it might have a doorway into our world. That’s something we can’t allow.”

“You are talking like that missing tail is alive.”

“She probably is. She didn’t return to the Lake of Fire. Neither of them did.”

He pointed in the direction of the door: “If we’re done, we can leave.”

“We’re not done, Tom. There’s one thing I want to tell you, then we’re leaving.”

Tom just looked at her, not saying a word.

“Understand Tom that you are now, and forever, stuck with us. Not just me and Camilla. You are stuck with all of us in the Realm. You’ll never be able to look at your world, your life, anything in the same way ever again. We’re shown you things that you’ll never be able to forget, and if you talk about them, you’ll be called ‘nuts.’”

Tom grinned, slightly: “That’s nothing new.”

Nina smirked: “And that’s probably why we get along as well as we do.”

She picked up the picture and walked out the room with it, returning soon after, still looking like her old self, but wearing a silver wraparound dress. And her hair was purple again.

“I’ve noticed something about your kind,” he deadpanned.


“You can’t wear the same thing twice, can you?”

“Give me a hand. I need to put the cover back on the couch. And don’t say that to Tera. She’ll shove a pitchfork in your ass.”

“Thanks for the purple.”


It took them a few minutes to cover things up and then Tom led the way to the front door, opening it for Nina. When she didn’t take the invitation, he turned to see her looking back into the house once more.

“It’s a sad place, Nina. It shouldn’t be. Neither should you.”

She sighed: “Past is prologue, Tom.”

“Tell me one last thing.”


“What’s the tail’s name?”

She looked as if she was going to say the name, but then stopped, turned and walked out the door.

He just shook his head and closed the door behind him as he followed, not saying anything more.

Her not answering his question hurt in a way that he hadn’t been hurt since … that day.


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    • avatar
    • David on June 2, 2014 at 8:55 am

    Ever consider putting it all out in ebook/novella?

    • avatar
    • TeraS on June 2, 2014 at 9:33 am

    I’m never happy with my writing David… I know I am my harshest critic, and I know that what I think is far too hard on myself… but… I look at others and think to myself “well, my writing is lousy compared to that” and… well… Anyway… I write for me, if someone likes it, then I’m happy for that most of all…


    • avatar
    • James on June 2, 2014 at 10:19 am

    I happen to know, David, that Her Majesty’s editor has tried to convince her of just that, for he knows that Her Majesty’s one weakness, if she has one, is underestimating herself. He would appreciate other encouragers.

    Excellent job, Your Majesty.

    • avatar
    • Pocong on June 3, 2014 at 2:55 am

    That’s cool, sometimes the satisfaction that we can derive from an action is payment enough. Thanks for putting your stories out there for us to read! Still loving the way Tom and Nina play off of each other, though now I’m reminded that there are some pretty tragic underpinnings to Tom’s comical aloofness. Can’t wait for the next part!

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