Chapter 20 #3
“No.” For a brief second, her pupils dilate and her mouth goes slack, but just like every other time we’ve been this close, her hex takes over. “Get off me, retract these things!”
Just as she tells me to let her go, her legs wrap around my waist and her arms circle my neck, her nails digging into my flesh. It’s fucking intoxicating and only serving to make my dick harder and harder.
“Is it the super scent that can smell the pheromones your body is throwing at me?” The skirt of her dress is up, wrapped around her waist, her panty-covered pussy seeking out friction along my lower belly.
“No.” Her mouth crashes to mine with heated intensity as our bodies press together like lifelines. Her kiss is all hate while mine is full of love, but as our tongues battle out our emotions, the thin line between those two extremes meets at the center of lust.
It’s a beautiful choreography of dominance. Sage overpowering her hex and me decimating my patience. Waiting is no longer an option, not for her and certainly not for me.
With my hands buried in her hair and the vines wrapping along her limbs and torso, I have her at my mercy as a battle of wills takes root in our kiss. She’s fighting me and I’m showing her how perfect we are together. She groans in frustration while I moan from the pure magic of it all.
One of my vines eases between the strings of her loosely tied dress before another vine grabs on to the side of the fabric and rips that shit to smithereens. The small gasp from Sage fills my mouth and only makes me want her more.
Her legs are a tight vice wrapped around my waist and her entire body is trapped by my vines as I use my free hands to strip away my jeans and boxer briefs, kicking them off to the side without a care.
My palms cup her ass cheeks, my fingers digging into her flesh beneath her panties. All the while our kiss is taking on a life of its own. It’s fucking hot and it’s powered by decades and centuries of separation. She may not be conscious of it but her body knows, it remembers me…remembers us.
“Just fucking do it.” It’s all the green light I need to feed this hunger, to satiate our primal needs. “And tighter. Squeeze me tighter.”
There's my girl. Like I said, her body remembers. Every single life we’ve been together, she’s begged me for vine play.
Fucking begged for it. And even with this hate hex hovering over us like a fucking storm cloud, her muscle memory, her fucking DNA, remembers.
And I can’t wait to show her just how good we are together.
We fall back on the bed, my clothes gone, hers in pieces around us with only her panties still covering her pussy, my vines spreading her out like an offering.
Breaking our kiss, I kneel between her legs and bring the moment to a halt.
“Why did you stop?” Beneath the loathing I see her.
I see my chosen; the way she cares, the way she uses humor as a defense mechanism, the way she hides her abandonment issues.
And they’re real. Every single time she is born to a mother who dies in childbirth and in every one of her lives, she feels the heavy burden of that loss.
So when she looks at me with eyes that harbor doubt and misguided insecurities, I see her.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
With every life you get more and more stunning.
More intuitive, more empathetic. I can’t imagine you any more perfect than you are right now.
” I don’t know what emotions are showing on my face but for a single second, the hex has no place between us.
For just an intimate moment, we are only two.
We are fated and we belong to each other.
I begin a lustful stroll at the long line of her neck down to her tits begging for my mouth before I reach nipples as hard as my cock. The smooth plane of her stomach rises and falls with every breath she takes, making the vines squeeze her harder on every inhale.
“Dammit, Zelos,” Just as I’m about to feast on her pussy, my real name spilling from her lips does something to me.
Everyone calls me Hack, usually she does too.
Or at least in her past lives she used to.
For some reason, in this one she’s chosen my given name and the sound of it makes the possessive asshole in me come out to play. “Just fuck me already, will you?”
In a slow, deliberate move, I allow my lips to form a smile that’s more sinister than friendly.
I’m not imagining the way her legs spread just a little more and her mouth parts just a little wider.
And I’m definitely not imagining the way her eyes are hyper focused on me.
Just on me. At this moment, I’m the center of her entire world.
“Say it again.” I don’t actually speak, I growl.
“What? Fuck me? Dammit?” The tiny frown between her brows deepens as she tries to see through my not-so-clear command.
“My name. Say my name again.” The vines wrap around her arms, then wrists, at the same time as they take hold of her ankles, spreading her like a starfish and leaving her at my mercy.
“Zelos.” It’s not a sound, it’s a breath. She doesn’t speak, she exhales my name and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
Crazed with need, I shoulder my way between her legs and cup her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy lips so I can feast on her.
And fuck my life, do I feast. My tongue slides from bottom to top, circling her clit before retracing my path back down.
Once I’ve licked up her cum, I dive in. I’m fucking her with my tongue, enjoying the sounds of her pleasure.
Every moan and every hiccup is a testament to how good I can make her feel.
I eat her pussy like it’s a rare wonder of the world. Maybe because it is. She’s the only woman for me. The only being for me. Sage, formally Aiyana, was custom made for me and I for her. When I taste her, I taste eternity. When I kiss her, I kiss our future. When I fuck her, I fuck with purpose.
My vines tighten as she tries to writhe beneath my touch. Every other gasp is followed by a cry of victory.
“Goddess, yes. Right there.” She can’t see my smile but it doesn’t matter, giving Sage pleasure is the nexus of my existence. My raison d’etre.
My tongue flicks her clit as two fingers thrust inside her pussy and I revel in the sounds and sights of her coming apart in my mouth and on my digits.
Because I know she can only orgasm with me.
Only mates can bring this type of ecstasy.
It creates the type of addiction needed to solidify the soul bond.
Shaking and screaming, she tightens in my hold, her hips bucking as she searches for greater friction.
I give it to her, of course I do. My tongue is relentless on her clit as my fingers fuck her in rhythm with her spasms. When she inhales deep, her muscles tightening for a spell, she convulses as words that make zero sense spill from between her beautiful lips.
She is magnificent. The north and the south. The rising sun and the setting moon. She’s everything that’s right in my soul.
She’s mine and I’ll be damned if I let her disappear again. Not this time.
Rising back up to my knees, I take the time to memorize every inch of her as she catches her breath. Chest heaving and stained with a red tint that creeps up her chest and neck, she’s never more beautiful than when she’s satisfied.
“That was…” I wait for her to finish her sentence but she’s drunk on orgasms. Before her hex can come back between us, I lean in and rob her of any words that could dampen this perfect moment.
Our kiss tastes like her pussy and I love that it doesn’t bother her. If anything, she seeks out the juices on my lips. It’s fucking everything I love about being with her.
My vines release her ankles and wrap around her entire torso as they guide her wrists to the headboard, tying her up like a good little sub. Which she definitely is not.
When our eyes meet again, I take my hard cock in my hand and lean over her, our skin grazing, our flesh heated with lust.
“With trust, we stand. In love, we conquer.” With those ritual words, I thrust inside her and everything stops. Sage gasps, eyes wide, mouth open, heart ready to listen.
I watch her every move, every blink, every change behind her gaze. I’m inside her, filling her, unmoving. She’s trusting in me and in our love, we’ll conquer everything together. Even death.
When she bucks, seeking out my cock, with her mouth open and begging in silence for me to move, I do as she asks.
I fuck her hard, tattooing myself inside her, reminding her soul of its mate. I’m not gentle, I’m not romantic. I’m rough and determined to own her with my entire being.
We don’t make love because our love has lasted hundreds of centuries. We fuck because our bodies need the battle, the fight, the push and pull that makes us crave one another.
Releasing her wrists from the hold of the vines, I bury my hands in her hair and pull her to me while my dick pummels her pussy like she’s my whore, while my mouth worships her like she’s my goddess. Because she’s both. Just as I am to her.
Our bodies slap and sweat gathers along our skin, dripping into nooks and crevices as I own her pussy hard, fast, deeper than she could ever get with her vibrators.
“Oh Goddess, Zelos. It’s so fucking good.”
“We trust. We love. We conquer.” I punctuate my words with every thrust. It’s like I can’t get deep enough, so I fuck her harder.
Kneeling on my haunches, I bring her up by her hair so she can impale herself, so she can fuck me the way she needs me. So she can take control and own me the way I own her.
“Yes! Harder, more. I need…”
“I know what you need, Satapti. Are you ready?” Our eyes meet just as I bury my cock back inside her.
“Yes.” The woman I know and love is rising from the ashes of her hex and soon, she’ll remember. Soon, she’ll know all the things that she’s been missing.
My vines wrap around her thighs as she fucks me, rising up and down on my cock. One of them dips between her ass cheeks and, without penetrating, plays with her asshole.
On her high pitched scream, I know it’s time.
My lower half transforms into my demon side and my dick swells to its monster size.
“Holy shit, what…what just happened?”
“I’m giving you the full monty, baby.” I grin, showing my pearly whites as my vines swirl around both of our bodies until we are bound together in the literal sense.
“Fucking hell, Zelos. If I’d known you had a monster cock, I would have jumped it a long time ago.” Well, you live and you learn.
“Duly noted.”
With every thrust into her, she moans, louder and louder until she can’t control a damn thing and I’m right there with her. My vines squeeze us together harder, my chest pressed to her chest, my heart beating to her rhythm.
Then it happens, the way it always does the first time.
“What’s happening?” Eyes wide, Sage looks to me for guidance.
“We’re bonding, Satapti. Our souls are…” With an intake of breath, a sharp gasp, Sage throws her head back and I follow right along with her.
Buried to the hilt, my groin rubbing against her clit, we both lose all semblance of control.
As soon as I come into her hot, tight, cunt, the ritual begins.
Our cum becomes one, our souls linked for eternity.
A hazy mist, like a tornado starting at our bellies, forms between us, growing bigger and bigger as our orgasms rips us apart only to put us back together again.
The tornado engulfs us, swivels around us until we’re caught inside it and only we exist.
“Say it, Satapti. We trust. We love. We conquer.”
“We trust.” She gasps, still convulsing with every jet of my cum filling her. “We love.” My vines squeeze her closer to me, holding her tightly. “We conquer.”
With her words, the mist swirls like a million tiny water particles around us and buries itself inside our chests, right where our hearts beat.
“What…what was that?” Her question is just a whisper.
Still buried in her pulsating cunt, I cup her face with my palms, my vines disappearing as I bring her lips to mine.
“Welcome to my soul, Satapti.”
My mouth finds hers and I seal our bond with a kiss.
We fuck and make love, alternating for hours and hours until our bodies beg us for rest. Just as Hekate predicted, the hex lifted and I found my Sage. My chosen.
“I’m hungry. Feed me.” With Sage’s back pressed against my front, my dick swells yet again when she speaks with her just-fucked voice. Deep and scratchy.
“I forgot how demanding you are when you’ve been thoroughly fucked.” I kiss her shoulder as she burrows deeper against me.
“Don’t be an asshole. And keep that cock away from me, you animal. Feed meeeeee.”
“I guess I need to put some sustenance in you if you want my dick again.”
“Yes. Food. Now.”
With a chuckle, I force myself to move away from her, grabbing a pair of briefs from the dresser but unable to leave her side without another kiss. I bend at the waist and place my lips on her forehead. “I love you, Satapti.”
“Hmmm, bacon.” Shaking my head, I brush an errant and sweaty strand of hair away from her face before heading for the door.
This is when I’m happiest. These moments when I know she’s safe. And fuck, I have hope. For once, I really think we can make it to her birthday.
Two months.
Opening the door, I come to a stop when I see Slash walking up the stairs.
He’s barely recognizable. His hair is a mess, his lids are swollen shut but for a slit on the left eye and his face is caked in blood and dirt. When I assess his body, I realize he’s limping and his arm is hanging at an awkward angle.
The most alarming part of this is that he hasn’t healed from it all. He’s not even on the mend.
“What the fuck, Slash? What happened to you?”