His cock stirred, and he knew it was his sign to pull away.
“Get your powers to cooperate, and you can have me.”
Kamine could barely see anything without her glasses. Everything in front of her was a blur. She focused on her breathing, not letting panic consume her.
She knew Grimot was somewhere in the room with her. She also knew that he was hard, and her mouth was practically salivating at the knowledge.
He was affected by her just as much as she was by him.
“Will you let me suck your cock if I do this?”
“Stop asking questions. You’ll be alone during your Undertaking with no one to distract you, so don’t try that as a strategy.”
“The falling rocks will distract me,” she said with a know-it-all tone.
“Rocks that will scare you,” he pointed out. “Clear your mind. Remember, it’s like moving a muscle.”
Kamine rolled her eyes. “Just be careful with my glasses.”
She adjusted her feet so that she was in a strong stance. She had taken off her shoes, giving her at leastsomedirect contact with the ground. Grimot had pointed out that competing in the Undertaking without shoes wouldn’t be ideal, but he allowed it for the sake of their practice.
Kamine evened her breathing and began to concentrate on a specific memory, one she thought about in fondness. This time, she thought about when she learned to swim. Her father had taken her and her mother out to a nearby lake. Kamine was only eight, and her mother floated in the water alongside Kamine and her father. Kamine’s father held onto her outstretched hands, dragging her through the water. She kicked her little feet instinctually to stay afloat. She had been scared because she had to take her glasses off then, too. Her vision was poor, but her father used touch to reassure her, while her mother’s words encouraged her to keep going. Kamine flailed her arms, but didn’t swim anywhere at first, her body just trying to not drown. However, with her parents’ guidance, she slowly learned to move forward. Years later, she could swim across the lake without rest.
Kamine let the survival skills that were innately part of her come to the surface. Her feet dipped as the ground beneath her swayed. She reveled in the sensation, letting it continue. Her powers were hers to control. They were hers to decide when and how they manifested, just like her feet were hers. As the movement continued, Kamine tried taking a step forward. She didn’t stumble, her body recognizing itself. She kept advancing towards the shadowy outline of Grimot that stood across from her.
When she reached him, he untied her hands, and she held them out. “Glasses.”
“Don’t you want your reward first?”
She cocked her head to the right, the ground becoming still, and a newfound boldness took over her body, as if her manifesting powers had shed a layer of doubt inside herself. “I want it on my own terms.”
“And those are?”
Swallowing deeply, Kamine didn’t allow herself to hesitate as she said, “I want you to fuck my mouth.” The words felt strangeon her tongue, yet they communicated exactly what she truly desired.
She noticed his posture straighten, and his pelvis brushed against her stomach. She felt his hardness, and her mouth watered at the promise of tasting him.
“It’ll be more fun if you can’t see,” he suggested.
A shot of arousal went through her.
“Fine,” she agreed, before glancing down at the glasses he still held hostage. “But put those somewhere safe.”
Grimot stepped forward, backing her up, and Kamine could only follow him until she hit a wall.
“They’ll be safe,” he promised.
She heard a zip, but she placed her hands on his bulge to pause the action. “Let me.”
Grimot removed his hand, and she undid the button, before pulling down his pants and underwear in one go. She wrapped her hand around him, feeling his solid length. As she rubbed his tip, she felt moisture beading.
She tightened the ponytail in her hair and dropped to her knees, then lapped at one side, then the next. Above her, Grimot hissed.
She sucked on the head, the taste of him exactly what she expected—strong and salty, something that would linger on her tongue for days. Kamine popped off his cock and licked her lips, staring at his glistening tip. “Do whatever you want,” she said.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice wavering as she pumped him.
“Yes.”
