Chapter 19- Loxley
WE BOTH TAKE our time sneaking into the shower and getting ready for bed.
I’m eternally grateful that no one else in the coven is around as I guide Gordy into my room.
In my short sexual history, I know bottoming requires cleanliness and prep, so I take extra time bathing myself all over.
I’m almost as nervous as my first time, but in a sense, this is the first time that matters.
Gordy matters to me. He was special online as Coldblooded, and now he’s so much more.
But I don’t want to be too pushy. He is a virgin, after all. So, I resolve to have a long chat with him before we can get intimate tonight.
Walking into my room in only a towel, I freeze. All my plans to chat with my boyfriend before sex fly out the window, and my heart skips a beat at the sight.
Gordy is lounging in my bed, thighs spread wide, and on his elbows. And his huge turtle cock is pointing upward. He’s so hard, so wanting, and so ready for me. We can talk later.
“Gordy,” I murmur. Tossing my towel off, I crowd his space, and yeah, I’m already getting hard.
“Lox.” He strokes himself, and I grin. “I’ve never…”
“That’s okay,” I whisper. I stroke him as I fondle my own member.
“But I’m just letting you know, I’ve never gotten tested.”
Oh, of course. “I have. I’m negative.”
“Okay, cool,” he says with a grin. Before I can hike myself onto him, I look around. Pushing up my glasses, I try to find something to lube myself up with. I must have a bottle in here somewhere.
“Looking for this?” Gordy snaps his fingers, and red energy floats into his palm. In the blink of an eye, he’s holding a bottle of lube, my favorite brand, too. Can this amazing mage read minds or something?
“You…psychic?” I ask with a chuckle.
“No, I’m just preparr-rrr.” His words morph into a growl, and he squints his eyes. That might have something to do with the fact that I clamp my wanting mouth on his dick. The bottom of his cockhead fans out, a physical manifestation of his bestial need. I’m having so much fun.
“Yum,” I whisper, after pulling off.
He shakes his head and grins. Then he holds out the small bottle. “I’ve never conjured this easily before.”
Taking the lube, I lie back on the bed. “It’s us. Magic…our magic.”
He nods. “I know, baby.” That nickname sends a chill up my spine.
As I proceed to lube my hole, he gets up. “Speaking of magic, I’d feel more comfortable if you wore this.” He strides back to me, hard dick bobbing along the way, but he’s holding the protection necklace.
I give him a quizzical look, and he frowns. “Please, Lox. I don’t want…like, the voices to hurt you.”
This isn’t exactly sexy talk, but I nod. I quickly put the necklace on and get back to lubing up. Gordy’s smile is so worth it, and when he strokes his massive cock and gets closer, my pulse picks up.
I want him—no, need him.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, even as his dick gets closer to my hole.
I nod so fast my head hurts. Propping my hips up on a pillow, I continue to finger myself and guide him closer with my heels. His huge body, his flared cock, and even his wagging tail are all so sexy. I’ve never been this turned-on before in my life.
“Tap the bed if you’re hurting in any way.” He takes the lube and steps back, then applies liquid to just the head of his dick.
I nod again and continue to finger myself. This need is almost unbearable; he has to get inside me. “My fated mate, my familiar,” a passionate voice whispers in my ears. My soul is telling me he’s mine. When he gets close again, he kisses my lips, and in the next moment, I’m forever changed.
Gordy. Is inside me. My eyes roll back with the pleasure of knowing he’s closer to me than ever. The mild burn is so worth it, and I sigh.
“You good?” he asks through a grunt, and I nod. Logically, I know, he can’t fuck me all the way, with his huge turtle cockhead, but I’m okay with that for now. Because when he thrusts into me, I sigh and my eyes roll back.
We’re making love. He thrusts, slow then fast, and kisses my neck.
The fullness is a pleasurable pain. The stretch burns, but I love it.
I get harder still at the feel of his reptilian dick pressing against my ass.
Precum leaks out as my own hardness drags on his firm, plastron chest. I reach down and fondle where his nipple should be, and he gasps.
“You…so good,” I rasp.
“You like this?” he asks in a whine.
“Yes.” I push forward, trying to take as much of his cock as I can. This causes him to growl, and I grin in satisfaction. With my ankles, I encourage him to fuck me harder, and he complies.
He’s not even completely inside me, but Gordy feels so good, so right. The bed shakes, a beautiful soundtrack to him chasing his orgasm. My dick gets harder, and I know I’m not far off.
Holding his neck and moving his face, I kiss him gently. I love being topped by the turtle, and I think I love this mage. But I’m not going to say it yet.
“Amazing,” I whisper.
“You like this?”
“Yes,” I reply with an airy breath.
“You…want me?” he asks, as he slows down.
“Yes, so much.”
“I want you, baby. You feel so good, too.”
I nod. “Come for me.”
He grins, and his red eyes shine. “Yeah?”
“Me too.” Reaching down between us, I take my own cock. This almost ignites him, and he takes off. He thrusts faster, stronger, a fever passion I’ve never felt.
Moments later, his cock gets harder still, and my add gets stretched to its limit. But it’s a good burn, and I want it.
“Fuu…Loxley!” he says through a moan.
“Yesyesyes.” I stroke faster, and he fucks me furiously. The pain and pleasure hit that apex, and I go blind.
My skin is on fire with the heat of my orgasm. I’m shooting between the two of us, and I feel even fuller than before. Gordy pulses inside me, and I know he’s unloaded in me.
As our orgasms intertwine, I transcend time and space. In my mind’s eye, I float above the Earth. Every aura, billions of people, young and old, appear to me. Just for a moment, my empath powers detect every soul; it’s sublime, divine, almost overwhelming, but not painful.
My familiar has broken the barrier between me and the magic I was destined to control.
I’m barely cognizant when I feel Gordy wiping me down. Lucidity slowly returns to me, and I squirm. This turtle man is being so gentle. Time doesn’t exist when I’m with him, and in the blink of an eye, he’s curled up around me. We’re both dry and clean with the sheets over us.
“Thank you,” I murmur, as sleep rapidly overtakes me.
“I should be thanking you,” he whispers through a yawn. His face nuzzles the back of my neck. I’ve never been this comfortable before. “You made my first time special.”
“More than special…mm…it was right.”
He hums and kisses me again. “Sleep tight, my love,” he whispers.
“My love…my…” Familiar. I know with every fiber of my being that fate has brought me my familiar, the legendary Ruby Turtle. I say nothing else as I drift back to sleep, basking in the warmth and safety of the man I’ve fallen in love with.