CHAPTER 33 MILI
W e’re almost finished with the ritual, and I haven’t stopped shaking the entire time. The only thing keeping me grounded has been Cory.
I’d felt calm when we sat together, breathing as one, but once we moved into our own parts of the ritual my anxiety returned. As I trace runes on the ground with my herbs, moving behind Cory as he communicates with the elements, my hands quiver. As a result, the runes have been less perfect than I would like, and before long my eyes are misted with worry.
“Godsdamnit,” I mutter to myself as one particular pattern comes out unproportional.
Cory glances at me, though he doesn’t stop moving his hands in the wind, and raises an eyebrow. I try to wave my hand at him, urging him not to worry about me, but he purses his lips and moves to stand by my side.
“Don’t worry about me,” I say, voice wavering. “I just had a rune come out strange.”
“Mili, you’re shaking,” he frowns, taking my hand in his. I try to pull out of his grasp, but he frowns harder and tightens his hold. “Let me help you.”
I scowl despite myself. “I’m fine . Please, we can’t waste time.”
“Gods, you’re stubborn,” he interrupts. I cross my arms defiantly, suddenly feeling a swell of indignance in my chest. I watch in shock as his eyes dart down to my chest, and a blush breaks out on my cheeks.
I drop my hands and hiss, “Oh, don’t get distracted!”
His lips purse again as he lets his eyes drop and wander over my body. I realize the wind is pushing back against me, pulling my clothes taut against my curves, and my heart starts to race.
“Cory, we can’t–”
He growls and moves closer to me, taking my face in both his hands. He stares deep into my eyes for a moment, then presses his lips to mine in a firm, hungry kiss. I’ve wanted to kiss him again all this time, and I realize with a thrill that it’s finally happening.
Still, there’s the spell to worry about, and as Cory pulls back for air I motion breathlessly to the sigils on the ground.
“Draw them on me,” he says, voice low and yearning.
“But your part–”
Cory grabs me and kisses me again, growling as we make contact, and I let him into my mouth. His tongue explores dexterously, ravenously , and the fiery pit in my stomach grows. I wind my hands in his strands of blonde hair and pull gently without thinking, eliciting a roar of a groan from Cory.
He grabs my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he hoists me up. I’m low enough on his body that I can feel his hardness pressing through his pants. I moan into his mouth and he grips me tighter, one hand on my rear and one holding my thigh.
Barely pulling back, he whispers into my mouth, “I can do the spell better with you, with us together. We’ll move as one this way.” I’m still worried that the ritual won’t work if we don’t follow the exact procedure, and Cory sees it on my face. He continues, “Mili, it feels natural for us to be together. The elements agree, I can feel it. It’s just ... right. Can you trust me?”
I gaze into his eyes, then allow my eyes to dart to his panting mouth as I smile softly and nod. He takes my lips in his again, then walks the two of us to the center of the ritual space we’ve made.
Cory lays me down at the center of the volcano’s peak and runs his hands up and down the length of my body. His movements remind me of the first time we met, when he healed me in his room. My eyes fall closed as he runs a hand up the inside of my pants, up my calf to my lower thigh, and kisses where my flowing pant leg has gotten hitched up.
“Cory, take me,” I exhale, hardly in control of myself anymore. It feels as though my lower abdomen is on fire, like my entire body will give in to the erotic pleasure already coursing through me.
At my words, Cory begins yanking my clothes off, tearing them from my body with no inhibition. I sit up and help him, and he pulls my blouse over my head, leaving me completely exposed.
I’d probably be cold if it wasn’t for the intense heat flowing through me, a small blessing. I smile as I start ripping Cory’s coat and shirt off his body, but his face is completely serious. There’s no shyness in his expression or his body language, and I feel momentarily glad that one of us is confident enough to lead.
Once he’s shirtless, he stands to pull his pants off, and I bite my lip as he moves to expose himself to me. Staring up at him feels like staring at a god, and I let out a quiet whimper in reverence for his beauty.
Then Cory pulls his pants and undergarments off, and I gasp at the sight of his manhood already hard, tip shining slightly with arousal. He kneels down before me and I sit up on my knees to meet him, pressing my breasts to his chest and feeling his cock pressed to my lower stomach.
He kisses me fiercely, pulling my head back by gripping the hair at my neck. I cry out in surprise and arousal, but he muffles my sound by pressing his lips back to mine with a quiet, low growl. His tongue carves out a space for itself in my mouth, and I meet it with my own, tasting Cory as much as I can.
While my head is angled backwards, Cory lowers his head and presses hot, urgent kisses to my jaw, then my chin, then my neck and collarbones. I whimper as he licks one long line from my shoulder up to my earlobe, and he grabs one of my breasts in his hand hungrily.
My knees threaten to give out, but Cory catches me quickly, anticipating my fall, and I lay down, giving myself completely up to him. Once I’m lying back, I see the sky is starting to darken above us.
I cry out, “Cory, the sky!” but he takes my knees in his hands and spreads me open for him. I gasp as he lowers himself to my stomach with a quiet groan and moves his hands to the highest point of my thighs.
My body starts to shake with overwhelming anticipation as Cory stares down at me. His throat rumbles as he runs a thumb from the bottom of my folds to my clitoris, and I cry out from the sudden stimulation.
“Do you want me to bed you, Mili?” he murmurs.
I moan as he rubs his thumb in slow circles on my clit, trying to press my legs together to strengthen the sensation. As I pull my knees together, though, Cory roars and presses them apart with one hand and a knee of his own.
“Answer the question,” he hisses.
I gasp, feeling my eyes shine from need and passion, and nod fervently. With a smile, Cory’s eyes darken with determination and arousal, and he lowers himself to my sex.
I whimper as he brushes his nose up against my folds, then gasp loudly as he presses his tongue to my entrance. He licks up and down, viciously slowly, and I groan with growing need and frustration.
“Quiet,” Cory hisses. I clamp my mouth and eyes shut at the same time, trying to focus on his tongue’s motion. He hums his approval and whispers, “Good,” before starting to please me in earnest.
He slips a finger into my soaked vagina and curves it inwards, pumping it in painfully perfect motions. I hear the sky rumble as he pulls his head back briefly and slides another finger in. He briefly chants, some words I’m too far gone to make out, before going back to eating me out ferociously.
His mouth latches onto my clit and I nearly scream from the blinding pleasure. Minutes pass as he sucks on my clitoris and fingers me, and my sense of anything else in the world fades to nothingness. My eyes press harder closed as I near my release, and I moan loudly as my legs start to shake.
Finally, Cory swipes one firm lick over my clitoris as his fingers pump away, and I cry out in ecstasy as my body crashes over into total pleasure. Cory moves his fingers to my thighs as I come, holding me firmly as my legs quake. Once I start to come down, he kisses the top of my thighs and stomach gently, grounding me in the sensual moment.
When I open my eyes again, I am determined to have Cory inside me. I briefly notice that the sky above us is completely darkened, but I hardly pay it any mind – I have to have him.
He smirks, and I realize I’ve said out loud how badly I need him. I don’t feel any shame, though, especially since he’s already finger-pleased me to oblivion. Instead of turning away, then, I simply gaze up at him, letting my mouth fall open in welcome as I pant.
Cory’s eyes harden with lust again and he presses his lips to mine before positioning himself at my entrance. I whimper into him as he pushes slowly in, still kissing me urgently. I’m slick enough that it’s not long before he’s completely inside me, and he starts thrusting quickly.
He pulls back to stare at me, eyes dark with need and passion. I gasp and clutch at Cory’s back as he pulses inside me, feasting on the vision of him on top of me, inside me. His arms are taut from the tension of holding himself up, and I scratch my nails up and down them. He growls loudly and pushes into me harder, faster, until I can hardly keep up with the intense stimulation.
“Cory!” I cry out as I come again.
This time, he doesn’t stop to let me catch my breath, riding me through the burning wave as he continues thrusting into me. I nearly scream from pleasure combined with overstimulation, and he grins for the first time at the sight of me completely given up to him.
As I come down from my release, I realize Cory has started chanting again, and my eyes shoot open as I feel a water droplet land on my cheek.
“It’s raining!” I say, a single tear of relief and pleasure rolling down my temple. Cory leans down to lick it up, and I whine with need.
Something shifts in him, then, with his face so close to mine. We pant into each other, and a small grin breaks out over Cory’s features before he loses himself in his lust again. I let my back arch into him, and he winds an arm under me. He pulls me closer into him and thrusts harder, and I can tell he’s close to his own release.
Moments later, Cory’s hands tighten around me and I feel him tense and pulse inside me. He cries out in a desperate roar, his eyes flashing with flecks of molten gold as his pupils narrow, shifting into his dragon’s gaze for a moment and I gasp at the sight of his beautiful ecstasy. As the breath leaves my lips, a pillar of lightning shoots down and makes contact with the very edge of the volcano’s peak, a dozen paces from us. Cory whips around at the sight, and I stare at him with wide eyes as he turns back to me.
Then the rain starts to pour.
Drops of water quickly soak the volcano’s peak, and Cory pulls me into a tight embrace once he’s pulled his manhood out of me. I can’t help laughing as I grab onto him, his strong touch the only thing keeping me grounded.
“It worked!” I yell over the rain.
Cory laughs too, wrapping one hand in my long hair and the other around my waist. I press my lips to his in a fiery kiss, and he meets my passion with his own.
Ethelinda is saved.