His fingers released my neck and began trailing slowly down my body. They first stroked over my breasts, then down my stomach, before running them back up and then down again. He teased around my breasts until my nipples were surely hard enough to cut glass, and I was almost convinced I could orgasm from that alone. My whines increased in volume as his fingers finally slipped past my belly button, reaching my hips.
He grasped each one tightly for a moment, before letting his fingers fall down my spread thighs. His fingers found my slit, and trailed lightly across it, ignoring my pleas for release. I tried to buck my hips off the wall, but his shadows held fast, keeping all but my head immobile. After torturous minutes of tracing over my skin softly, with none of the friction I craved, he finally pressed his fingers against my cunt fully. He gathered the arousal leaking from me and followed straight up to my clit, circling around as I squirmed and moaned against the wall.
He fell to his knees before me, one hand on my hip as the other speared two fingers inside me. His lips traced up my thighs, increasing the pleasure as more sensations bombarded me. Licking and biting along my thighs, he thrust his fingers in and out, stretching me back open and adding a third, then a fourth finger. Finally, his tongue found my clit and began circling it repeatedly.
I couldn’t take it anymore and came screaming his name. He worked me through my orgasm, quickly building me back up with everything still so sensitive. I shook my head tiredly, begging for mercy, but none was forthcoming. I squealed in overwhelm as I came again, and Calix finally pulled away, smirking like he was oh-so-proud of himself.
He stood up, watching me as I panted against the wall, pulling at the shadows and trying to move. But he clearly wasn’t done with me. He was hard as a rock, and he fisted his cock, pressing it against my cunt and thrusting it back and forth, wetting it with my arousal. My head fell back against the wall.
“Calix,” I whined, my body shaking.
“Come on, my réalta,” he cooed at me, eyes darkened to a brilliant lavender. “You can give me another one.”
He notched his cock against my entrance and slowly sank inside. My walls fluttered around his length. Even overwhelmed after multiple orgasms, my body couldn’t help but bend to Calix. I seemed to get wet at the drop of a hat around him, and I still wasn’t exactly sure how my body even took that monster he kept in his pants.
He thrust in fully, and quickly built up momentum. One hand on the wall, he had enough leverage to hammer away at me, and tied up by shadows, I could do absolutely nothing but take it.
Calix clearly could feel where my thoughts had taken me, and he smirked up at me, his other hand grabbing my chin.
“You know better than that,” he purred, thrusting in hard and making me moan loudly as he hit that spot that had me quickly building toward another orgasm. “You might let me play as much as I want, but you know you’re just as powerful as I am.”
I panted, squirming my hips against his to try to angle them, and whined at him, making him chuckle darkly.
“Show me,” he whispered teasingly, eyes alight with color. “Show me what you can do.”
I realized then what he wanted, and despite my approaching orgasm, I rallied my magic, calling my starlight to me. I let it build and build, until the darkness around us became star-flecked, like the night sky surrounded us. Then I grew it brighter and brighter, until the stars were all I could see for a moment.
I focused on the shadows holding me and willed my starlight to dissolve them.
Suddenly, my arms and legs were free. I quickly anchored myself around Calix before I slid down the wall, not wanting to see what would happen if I fell with him still inside me.
“There she is,” Calix smirked proudly, grabbing hold of my hips and fucking up into me. No longer bound to the wall, he used only his strength to hold me up as he pounded into me. I slid up and down his cock, my head falling back with a moan. I could feel the orgasm that had been threatening to hit for several minutes now barreling toward me, and my fangs lengthened.
I pulled my head back up to see Calix’s were as well. His eyes completely focused on the exposed expanse of my neck. The pounding of his blood in his veins seemed to sing to me as I watched the vein in his neck bulge and contract with his movements.
With one shared glance between us, it became too much. I was only distracted from the orgasmic feeling of his fangs piercing my neck by the indescribable feeling of my own entering his throat. Calix’s blood spilled into my mouth, and I moaned at the taste. My orgasm crashed over me, a combination of his cock and fangs and blood, and I was sure I was back in Elysium at that moment, because I couldn’t imagine any paradise ever being better than this.
A sudden swell of magic overcame us as the bond seemed to swell and grow. Opening my eyes, I could swear Calix’s hair was glowing like the moon for a moment, but my eyes were forced closed as the feelings within me grew too much to handle. I braced myself against them, but I found they didn’treallyoverwhelm me; instead, they sank into and became part of me.
Nothing but pure, raw, primordial power filled me. Calix’s and my own, mixing and mingling, becoming one with each other. I could feel him everywhere inside me. Like his magic had filled my being, a moon-kissed night that I filled up with stars. The sensual flow of it rippled through me, making my orgasm nearly triple in force. The pure masculine power ofCalixwas all that existed at that moment in time.
I had never felt sofull, especially as his cock swelled in size within me, stretching my walls around his girth as he spilled into me, and his power poured into the rest of me.
As if Calix was fucking literally every inch of my body, inside and out. And it was absolutely divine, a euphoria beyond known words.
I knew, in that instant, that no matter what came next, Calix and I would always be one. Bound through blood and bond, how could anything rip us apart now? They would have to tear our very souls asunder. Every drop of his blood in my veins and every bit of mine in his would have to be forcibly ripped from our bodies.
A peace I’d never known overtook me, merging with the euphoria and leaving me a blissed-out mess of flesh and blood, magic and soul.
I was sure I must have blacked out, but came to on top of Calix, lying across the bed. He was still inside me, both his cock and his fangs, and I realized mine were still in his neck. I slowly pulled my fangs out and licked a line up his neck to clean the blood off. He did the same, and I could feel his contentment beating through me, matching my own.
The bond felt…different, surely. More stable, more a part of my being. There was no separation, despite it being clear whose feelings were whose. But I could feel him on another level now. Almost as if I could read the very thoughts in his head through his emotions. I felt stronger, more settled in myself even. It was hard to explain the difference, but I knew the gods had spoken true. The bond was cemented now, and I could feel the boost it gave to both of us.
I wished there was more information on soulmate bonds out there. Outside of the shared marks and feelings, we only really knew what the gods had offered up—which wasn’t much. It seemed like too much had been lost to time.
I sat up slowly, my eyes meeting Calix’s, the lilac dancing with the colors of the Aurora. A slow smile lit my face, and I reached down to kiss him lingeringly. I pulled back after a few minutes and lifted myself off him, looking at the mess we’d left on the sheets.
Calix looked down at the bedding with a slight frown, which turned into a slow, proud smirk as he took in the sheets covered in blood and cum. I sighed, looking at him expectantly. He smiled cheekily before fisting the sheet in his hand and giving it a hard pull.
