Unfettered Vessel (Found & Freed: The Unfettered #6)

2. Chapter 2

Chapter two

Pink

T hat is a big campervan. It is huge. In fact, it is more of an American style RV than a standard British campervan.

The magical wards circling it are nicely done. They are aligned to prevent anyone with ill intent from stepping over them. They should let me through with no problem, since wanting to give my ass and my magic is definitely not ill intent.

I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. I stride through the invisible barrier and right up to the door of the RV. I knock on it sharply.

“Enter,” calls a muffled voice from inside.

I open the door and walk in. Almost immediately, there is a loud bang and a small explosion of blue smoke. Copious swearing pours out from the other side of the cloud of fumes.

“Sorry! So Sorry!”

Arms wave around and the cloud clears. I blink at what it reveals. A man a few years older than me, but with pure white hair. Hair that is sticking up wildly in all directions.

As I watch, he shoves his goggles up into his hair, an act that calms his unruly appearance only a little.

Striking blue eyes meet mine. Nice eyes. Kind eyes.

I lick my lips. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Now I am feeling uncertain and unsettled.

“Oh! You must be Pink. What an absolute delight to meet you! I’m Monty. Please, do come in and have a seat.” He looks around, jumps forward and hastily shoves a tottering pile of books off a chair before offering it to me.

Years of training in good manners, has me moving forward and graciously accepting the seat. My eyes flick around the cluttered campervan, trying to take it all in. A long table fills most of the space. A workbench, I guess. It takes up the entire length of the RV and most of the width. There is just enough space to squeeze along either side. The table, and everywhere, is jammed packed with stuff.

“Tea?” offers my host.

“Yes please,” I reply automatically because refusing would be rude and my mother taught me better than that.

Monty springs to action. He sets a large glass beaker of clear liquid over a Bunsen Burner. The beaker is triangle shaped with a long, round neck. A classic piece of chemistry equipment. Oh my gods. Is he using it as a kettle? Is this how he is boiling water?

Monty opens a cupboard and starts pulling out a teapot and teacups. Oh lord. He really is making tea this way.

“Making tea is a form of alchemy,” says Monty. “It requires precise water temperature, the correct hardness of water. The quantity and quality of tea leaves need to be just so. Then there is the centrifugal force when stirring. Even the teapot and cup affect the flavor. The composition and thickness of glaze. If there are any cracks.”

I watch him work as he talks. I really can’t think of anything to say, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“If an alchemist can’t make a decent cup of tea, he has no business attempting anything else.”

He hands me a delicate china teacup and saucer. The steaming liquid is a vibrant amber. I’m not going to ask for milk and sugar. He seems like far too much of a purist for that.

“Thank you,” I say instead, and I take a sip.

Flavor caresses my tongue. Oh my goodness. This is the most wonderful cup of tea I have ever had. If Monty is half as good at alchemy as he is at making tea, he is going to be the most successful alchemist ever.

I take another sip. Delicious. But just as I return my cup to its saucer, a wave of dizziness hits me, making the china rattle.

“Um…Sorry to be blunt,” I say, “But may we get on with things?” I left coming here to the very last possible moment. I didn’t factor in time for tea and small talk. I never imagined in a million years that I’d want to get to know the mage who is going to empty me.

A beautiful pink blush spreads across Monty’s cheeks. “Oh…yes, of course.”

Oh my days. He is adorable. This is so bewildering. Mages are arrogant, chauvinistic assholes. They have all the worst traits of Alphas. They are not like this. Men on the whole, are not like this.

Another surge of magic claws at me. Everything in the RV rattles. Okay, it really is time to get on with things. I can try to make sense of it all later. Right now, I need to get this magic out of me before I explode.

My gaze drifts around the one room of the RV, and then up to the crumpled bed above the cabin, in the small space over the driver’s seat. It looks cramped up there. I’m not even sure if it would fit two, and there is definitely no room to sit up.

At the other end of the van is a narrow door, but I’m pretty sure there is only a toilet and possibly a tiny shower behind it. Monty has maximized his space for his work. It is clearly more important to him than comfort.

“Shall I bend over the table?” I suggest.

Monty’s blue eyes dart around his home as if taking it in for the first time. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Excellent idea!”

I stare at the cluttered and overflowing table. Monty jumps forward and starts clearing a space. Wordlessly, I help him. In no time at all, we have created a bare square of table. Just large enough for me to rest my elbows on and bend my torso over.

I hover next to it for a brief moment, then I pull myself together and yank my sweatpants down. I suck in a breath and get into position.

Monty steps behind me. I close my eyes and try to calm my mind.

“I…um…” Monty stammers. “Have never done this before.”

My eyes snap open and stare at the rich brown wood of the tabletop.

“Taken a vessel?” I say. “There is nothing to it. It’s just like normal sex, except, when I cum, my magic will be released and you will be able to draw it into yourself.”

Silence. Thick and heavy.

“About normal sex…” Monty says softly.

My eyebrows have risen. They have disappeared into my hairline and there is not a damn thing I can do about it. It is a bloody good thing I’m face down over the table and he can’t see my rude expression.

“You’ve never topped a man before?” I ask.

Monty sucks in a breath. “I’ve never done anything before.”

Bloody hell. You could knock me down with a feather right now. Is he really saying he is a virgin? In every sense of the word?

“I’ve been rather distracted by my studies since a young age,” he says sheepishly.

My heart flutters. He has nothing to be ashamed about, he really doesn’t. I think it is the sweetest thing ever, just very surprising. I’ve spent the last few years as a sex slave, so meeting a virgin is akin to meeting someone from a different world.

Suddenly, I’m desperately biting back a whimper as my magic claws at my guts. It can sense that a mage is right next to me and it wants to go to him. It desires to escape my useless body and inhabit the soul of someone who can actually wield it.

“Okay, well I have a butt plug in and…” Oh lord, why did I say that? He is standing right behind me and I’m bent right over. He has probably been staring at the butt plug the whole time.

I take a deep breath. “You need to pull it out and then…put your cock in.”

Oh gosh. Please let him understand the basics. He has to know about the birds and the bees, right?

Monty clears his throat. “Yes. The logistics. But how do I make it feel good for you?”

My stunned silence is like an entity all of its own. Make it feel good for me? I have never been asked such a thing. In all my days. I really don’t know what to make of it.

“You..I.. It’s,” I babble before coughing and starting again. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’m a tapped vessel. My magic wants to be free. I will orgasm.”

Silence. Deep and profound. Thick enough to wrap myself in like a blanket.

Monty breaks the silence by speaking so softly that I only just hear him. “What about things like kissing and cuddling?”

I swallow. “You don’t have to worry about any of that. We are not lovers. This is merely a mage emptying a vessel.”

“Right. Of course,” agrees Monty hastily.

The silence returns. Even thicker this time. It is as if the outside world has ceased to exist.

Monty steps closer. I can feel the heat of him. My plug moves ever so slightly as, presumably, his fingers brush over it.

“Just pull it out?” he whispers.

“Yes,” I croak.

Heat is coiling low in my gut. My magic is stirring my lust. My cock is swelling in anticipation.

Gently, oh so gently, the plug begins to move. Monty eases it out of me with more care than I have ever known.

As it leaves my body, I suck in a breath. Monty pauses. Nothing happens.

Oh shit. My magic takes care of my arousal. He isn’t blessed the same way.

“Do you need a hand getting hard?” I squeak.

Monty makes a strange noise. “Ah. No need. All very good there, thank you.”

I nearly chuckle. He is hard simply from pulling a plug from me? I think I’m blushing. I have no idea why it is so very endearing, but it is.

Warm, gentle hands take a hold of my hips. “Is this okay?”

“Yes!” I somehow manage to blurt.

The heat of a cock resting lightly against my hole takes my breath away.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes!” I gasp.

Slight pressure pushes against my entrance. My lust flares. Oh yes! This is what I want. This is what I am craving, what I am hungry for.

Everything stops. “Am I hurting you?”

My mind is spinning. Oh lord. I moaned. A tiny, barely there puff of sound.

“No, not at all!” I pant. The very opposite, I nearly say. Please, please give me more.

My body stretches. It opens as he slides in. His hot, hard cock is invading my body. Piercing it, filling it. Heat and delight. Pressure and pleasure. My toes are curling, my eyes are rolling back.

Oh gods, that feels good, and fucking hell, Monty is hung. I’m being truly impaled here. I never thought I was a size queen before, but this is amazing.

He slides all the way in. A filthy, carnal sound pours out of me. A deep, manly groan reverberates from him. My body shudders with it.

He makes another noise. One of absolute awe, joy and bliss.

Then his instincts kick in. I feel the moment it happens. Something in the air changes. It turns feral. Primal. Intense.

His hands tighten on my hips. He pulls out a little way and glides back in. I cry out. Then all I am aware of, is thrusting and rocking and the slap of skin against skin. It is everything I need and far, far more.

My orgasm unleashes. It tears through me. My magic seizes the opportunity to soar free. My muscles seize with ecstasy. My mind burns with golden euphoria.

Monty grunts. He shudders. Hot wet gushes pump deep inside me. He came, seconds after me.

Then slowly, ever so slowly, reality begins to reform. I’m panting. He is panting. I’ve fully collapsed onto the table. He is on top of me. His softening cock is still in my ass.

“That was incredible!” he breathes in a tone of pure awe.

There is no fighting my chuckle. “Sex can be like that.”

“No Pink, I’m quite sure it is you who is incredible.”

Oh lord. Who is this man? He is unbelievable. His words have made me squirm and have caused a strange fluttering sensation in my tummy.

I think it might be hope. I think that just maybe, possibly, everything is going to be okay.