Chapter 23
Emmie
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The Gate's water is warmer than I remember.
It felt cool when I first arrived, but now it is comfortably toasty.
I'm not sure if it’s because I've acclimated to this realm, or if it's more comfortable because the heat of the day has gone with the red sun setting.
Each step I take toward Portarius makes me more confident in the decision I've made, and as I fall into his arms, the moon flames cresting the horizon behind us, I know without a shadow of a doubt that what we're about to do is right for us.
That this was the way it was always meant to be.
His lips press against mine, and a slow fire flows down the length of my body, pooling in my lower abdomen.
Soft, featherlike strokes flutter all over my skin as if a thousand hands were caressing me.
My body relishing the feeling as Portarius deepens our kiss.
Water flows into my mouth as I open to him, but it doesn't bother me.
The flavour is almost sweet as our tongues move around it, only adding to the awareness flowing through me, warming as I feel it trickle down my throat.
My pussy clenches around nothing, this emptiness only growing deeper as I feel pins and needles in my chest. Feathery hands continue caressing until I feel fingers push inside, exploring me, as others circle my back hole, the spirits, gently easing inside as I relax further into their touch.
Portarius' hands on my hips, guiding me through. I’m vaguely aware of his cock at my entrance, tiny tremors rocking through me as each ridge passes over that sensitive spot, until I’m firmly seated on his length.
I roll my hips, lost as the featherlike strokes over my body become firmer.
This is everything and more, like a movie of our future playing out as it flashes behind my eyes.
Spending every day lost in this monster who will worship me, who will make me stronger, better. Whole.
I feel the bond as it forms. This explosion of energy as every part of us smashes together, creating a new life force from the darkest depths. Deep in my core, I feel a pinch of something pressing into me. It's not painful or uncomfortable, more like relief that we are truly connected.
And then I transcend.
Before I ever existed, everything up until this point wavers on this precipice, that all I had ever lived brought me here.
So I leap.
Into the unknown. Into the darkness with everything in my heart, I race toward the sudden rush of light. My path being directed by a million promises begging to be fulfilled.
I feel a tug in my chest the moment our bond clicks into place.
A burst of unfiltered desire flooding my senses, and I can feel his presence creeping on the fringes of my existence.
The ethereal glow he emits is otherworldly, and as my eyes adjust to this new reality, I realise the depths we are suspended in are not black at all.
It glows bright and bold as centuries of warriors dance in the water around us.
The current pushing and pulling from how they glide through the water.
Portarius looks at me, his pupils blown wide as if our bond had unleashed something primal in him.
The glow in our chest starts to fade, but his presence in my mind holds true.
It's like a lifeline to him that only I can feel. His emotions hum in me in real time, and I’m overwhelmed by the desire pulsing through him.
I try to create distance between us, but he holds me in place, growling at my feeble attempt.
“Mine,” he snarls, smashing his lips against my mouth.
I'm not sure how long we stay suspended in the water.
Over and over, he makes my body tremble and come.
The connection deepens each time our bodies join, and I can slowly make out the hum of the Gate in my chest. It is different to Portarius, but only just. Like they both play the same song, but at different frequencies.
The water around us starts to glow as we rise, as if the world has gone from black and white into full blown high definition, and as we emerge from its depths, I can feel the red sun's warmth on my face, the gentle breeze tickling my skin as it blows past us.
We are still connected.
Portarius' fat cock is lodged firmly inside me, my belly bloating from the number of times he has come and kept me plugged with it.
We move to the edge of the jetty. I'm unsure if it's the spirits in the Gate moving us or some sort of mind control, but I'm firmly kept in place as we leave small ripples in our wake.
Portarius effortlessly walks onto the submerged platform, one that I can now see through the crystal clear water.
I'm still blown away by all of the changes I'm seeing around me, and I know I should be paying more attention to our newly formed bond, but it's like a veil has been lifted, like I'm seeing it for the first time.
The red sun is still red, but the hazy glow it gave the world has gone.
The wheat fields seem bright and healthy, where before they faded into the background.
And now that we're standing above the Gate, its waters are crystal clear with only a faint tinge of grey.
“What do you see, Emmie?” he asks, stopping when we reach the last step, still submerged in water.
“Everything. It's breathtaking,” I gasp.
“And what do you see when you look at me?”
His brow is angled, eyes wide and hopeful for my response. His hands hold me tighter. Fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass as he keeps me close, legs wrapped around his waist, impaled on his cock.
Bringing my hands to his face, I lean forward, cupping his cheeks tenderly, I softly say, “I see eternity.”
I feel his emotions change before I see his expression of relief. There is maybe a one second lag from when I feel him through our bond to seeing his reactions.
“My spina will close soon, and we will separate … our bonding will be finished.”
“What's a spina? Is that what you call your dick?” I ask curiously, just as I feel a gentle tug deep in my belly.
Portarius' eyelids briefly flutter, and he slowly unwraps my legs from his waist. The sudden loss of his cock leaving me feeling empty once again.
He turns so we both stand on the same step, the Gates water lapping at our ankles, and I feel the sudden rush of warm liquid roll down my legs.
The inside of my thighs quickly becoming covered with his cum.
“There's so much of it?” I stare in fascination, leaning over and looking as wave after wave of an iridescent milky fluid gushes out of me.
“The sight of my seed dripping from your cunt is magnificent.” He says, taking a knee on the step, dragging a finger up the length of my leg, catching as much of his cum as possible before shoving his fingers inside me.
“Portarius,” I gasp. “There are too many … your hands too big.”
I can feel all four of his fingers enter me, the knuckle of his thumb pushing past my already sensitive spot, making me moan as I reach out my hand to his shoulder, resting against him, weak from exertion.
“One more,” he grunts, lost in a primal haze.
He lifts me, one fist still inside me, while the other arm wraps around my waist, bringing me to the top of the jetty in one swift motion.
Each burst of movement only causing me more pleasure, so when he finally places me down, pushing his clothes underneath me to protect my skin from the rough wood, I'm a withering, dripping mess.
I've never been fisted, never desired to even try it, but there's something erotic about Portarius needing to do it to stop any more of his cum from leaving my body.
Without thought, he extracts his hand and swiftly replaces it with his hard cock.
Immediately thrusting into me over and over.
There is cum all over us now, both of us mixing as it drips through the gaps in the wood into the water below.
The whole jetty shakes as he ruts into me.
My body moves back with each punishing movement.
I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at where we’re connected.
The sight of his huge cock pounding into me so hard that my belly rises with each fierce thrust, and I drop my head back loudly moaning from the image of it.
It feels forbidden for him to be this big and fuck me so hard, but I wouldn't want it any other way.
Without the water slowing our movements, he is demanding as I try to match his pace, and within seconds, I'm screaming his name for all to hear as my orgasm rips through me.
His pace loses rhythm, and I feel the pull deep in my belly again before he whimpers and shudders above me.
His large body falling atop mine, held up only by his forearms so as not to smother me.
Our bonding was otherworldly, but this, what happened just now, was an animal need for each other, and I know my body will proudly wear any bruises that rise to the surface.
“I am sorry. I couldn't stop myself. Feeling our bond, and then seeing my seed dripping from your pretty cunt. It was too much,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “I may need to take you at unusual times until our bond relaxes.”
“How long does it take to relax?” I question.
“One, maybe two millennia?”
I'm sure my mouth is wide open from hearing that answer, shocked that that's even a reality for me now.
“I'm okay with unusual times,” I say, biting my lower lip, smiling up at him while he hovers over me. The idea that this is my immediate future has me giggling with joy, clenching down on his cock, making him groan as I feel it pulse inside me.
“Come, we must bathe in the Gate's water now to kick start your healing. It will take time for you to take on all of my abilities, but I need to mate with you often, so you must start immediately.”
He eases himself from me after I feel the tug of release, and a gush of his cum spills down my legs. His cock is still hard and hanging heavy between his thick thighs as he kneels in front of my spread legs.
“Mmmmm,” he purrs, reaching forward and dragging his thumb through my well used pussy.
I hate to think how swollen it must look, and I try to close my knees, hiding it from his view.
His eyebrows pull together, creating deep lines across his forehead.
Reaching his hand out, he helps me stand while he remains kneeling.
Pulling me into the space between his spread thighs, he holds me in place.
“Do not shy from me, Emmie. I want all of you, always,” he whispers against my soft stomach.
I stroke back a braid that has come loose, his head tilting, worshipping at my altar.
“I promise to work on that, I say, smiling down at him,” before yelling, “Last one in’s a rotten egg.” I push away from him, and his hands reluctantly drop from my squeals of laughter as I leap off the side of the jetty into the water, the Gate splashing me, joining in as we play.