“And why, may I ask?” she bit out through gritted teeth.
“You’re too tense. I don’t want the school to be destroyed. You can’t lose control.”
His fingers dug into her plush thighs as he continued. She moaned, and her face turned red. “Sorry.”
He didn’t say anything, instead focusing on his ministrations of her legs, going up and down. But his cock stirred. It wanted to hear that sound again.Hewanted to hear it, while he was deep inside her, ideally.
He wondered with the way she arched her back just now, if she wanted it, too.
Clearing his throat, he dismissed such thoughts. “Do you feel your powers?”
She shook her head. Her eyes were clamped shut.
“Do you feel anything like you did during the game?”
“No,” she managed to get out. “Nothing.”
“How did you feel? What was going through your head?”
Kamine lay there, as if thinking hard.
“I was resigned to whatever fate awaited me. I was ready to accept any outcome.”
Grimot stopped his work on her legs. This was going to happen, then. Sex could be a catalyst for one's power. His firsttime with someone, he climaxed so hard he cracked a nearby boulder. It wasn’t the safest method, but if it could help her…
“What?” she asked as she lifted her neck up. “Did something happen?” Her lips were swollen from biting them as she concentrated, her curly hair fanned out.
“Do you trust me?”
Grimot tracked the bob of her throat.
“Not really.”
Grimot quirked his lips. He crawled up her body, hovering just over her.
He flattened his hand just above her core. “I need a yes.” He said, sternly. He wouldn’t take that step if she didn’t want it.
Kamine’s eyes focused on his hand that trembled where she wanted him, then flicked to meet his gaze.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
Grimot groaned as soon as he placed his hand on her swollen cunt. The fabric was damp, and he loved knowing it was because of him.
Kamine had lost control. Her body and mind warred with themselves, one craving his touch, the other demanding her to push him away.
“Lay back,” he whispered into her ear, and the way his voice growled, all trains of thought were wiped away. “Accept that this is happening.”
So she did. Kamine rested back on the ground, her hands still tied above her head.
Grimot gently rubbed at first, circling the swollen nub over her clothes. She hissed at the sensation, how easily he wound her up.
“Do you like that?” he asked as she rocked up into his hands. He smiled. “Or do you like it harder?” He pressed his fingers down, and she moaned loudly in response. “Good to know.”
He continued, changing the patterns he made, the tempo—and with each brush of his fingers, Kamine relented every part of herself to this moment. She didn’t care about anything else except for how he worked to wring out the orgasm that began to surface.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m so close.”
He immediately took his hands off her.
