We leave the coven behind, closing the door of the odd-looking house, with its broken windows and peeling, worn paint on the windowsills. An optical illusion, a mirage they spelled, to deter anyone who might be in search of riches.
“Do you think they shared the truth? Or was it a mere Will-o'-the-wisp?” I ask quietly, still uncertain about how I feel regarding the revelation.
“I am certain they spoke in some honesty, my love.”
He chuckles. “I try to imagine what’s going to happen when you and I start our journey of eternity… The whole world will shudder and cower when you appear.”
He kisses me lovingly on my forehead, clearly without any fear, and I melt into his embrace.
“I love you so much, Emrys,” I blurt out, tears welling in my eyes. “I wouldn’t know what I’d have done without you near me while I battled that horrible curse in the aftermath. You saved me.”
He smiles at me. “And you are my salvation, my love. My heart belonged to you before I even laid eyes on you.”
He intertwines his fingers with mine, his calloused skin caressing mine.
“Your presence gives me solace; you, myLucem Mei,are my sanctuary, my rescue from despair.”
He kisses my knuckles gently, his lips soft, then moves on to my fingertips, grazing them with his canines, and finally sucks on them, holding my gaze as a dark warmth unfurls inside me,curling into every nerve. This man, my dark creature, will never be able just to say ‘I love you, ’ and I adore him even more for it. Emrys pulls me in for a kiss, and the moment I feel his lips touch mine, a fire ignites inside me. His tongue finds mine, and I offer him my lower lip to bite. Softly, he punctures my flesh, then suckles on the blood. A groan escapes his throat in satisfaction. I feel his erection straining while he kisses me demandingly.
Neither of us cares that we are standing in the witches' region, while some glance at us, then quickly look away with embarrassment. It doesn’t take long before Emrys shrouds us in his shadows.
“I am going to take you right here, Tempest.” He grins, his sharp teeth covered in my blood.
“What if they hear us?” I ask, my eyes darting around, seeing witches walking around us, a dark cloud sitting in the street. No one dares to come near, as if it were poisonous. My pulse races with anticipation, and truthfully, part of me doesn’t care if they can hear us or see us, even. A low ache blooms inside, curling through my body like smoke, and a tremor of want tightens in me, thrilling and inevitable.
“If they don’t, I’m failing at my task to satisfy you, my love," he says, again, with that sexy, arrogant smirk.
Before I can think of a clever comeback, he starts to nibble on my swollen lip, savoring my taste, and I surrender willingly to his embrace, unable to resist him. I refuse to deny myself his affection, his desire. He begins to loosen the ribbons of my corset, with heat stirring beneath my ribs, slow and teasing, while I free his blouse from his pants. Then, I start unbuttoning them, revealing his erect cock. I kneel down as my corset falls to the pebbles covering the streets, freeing my breasts. I bite my lower lip, glance around quickly, and see that no one is paying us any attention. Witches walk by, and while they occasionally look, it's because of the large, black cloudforged of shadows that's drawing their attention. However, as magic is nothing peculiar here, their observation doesn’t last long, dismissing it hopefully as just another spell being practiced.
With my tongue, I slowly circle his tip, the salty precum mingling with my saliva, then move across his entire length. The voyeuristic experience intensifies my senses, and it doesn’t take long before I lose myself, immersing myself in his being. Emrys pulls me up, then spins me around, my back against his broad chest. His shadows wrap tightly around my thighs and lift me. My dress slides across my skin as smoke swirls over my flesh, baring me. I feel Emrys’s rough fingers slide my panties to the side, and I let out a deep breath of satisfaction when his hard cock slides into me, wet with my slaver. His fangs graze my neck, and I lean into his embrace, his strong arms wrapped around me, and I tilt my head to the side to give him better access. The moment his sharp teeth break my skin, I let out a soft gasp, one of yearning, as my core burns with desire. I feel my blood rush from my veins into his mouth, while Emrys keeps a steady pace, thrusting into me.
His fingers trace my clitoris, and softly he swirls around the sensitive nub, eliciting a symphony of moans from me. He growls in response, his pacing quickening, as he drives his engorged cock into me. I mewl at the sensation of being filled and having my tender spot stimulated. For a split second, I worry about people hearing us, moans and raspy breaths coming from the dark cloud that stays steady in the street, but when I feel my orgasm building, all sorrow is lost. It thunders through me, and I hear the slickness of my arousal coating Emrys’s member as he pounds into me, chasing his own salvation. With a grunt, he releases himself, and I feel his hot cum filling me, the sensation erotic in itself.
Both panting in satisfaction, we melt into the darkness, making our way back to his fortress, leaving Valorya behind, and, in doing so, dissolving the strange shroud of darkness. I vaguely hear whispers erupt at the peculiar sighting, but my only concern is being in Emrys’s arms.
Once back home, he yanks off the remains of my dress and pushes me onto the bed. I pull down my underwear and spread my legs, his cum still dripping slowly from my slit from our earlier endeavor. His eyes darken at the sight, and within seconds, he undresses and climbs on top of me. Desperate with need, I hook my legs around him as he enters me, my cunt sucking his cock in.
Bubbly, heated water envelops my tired body, and Emrys gently washes my back as we sit in the bathtub. I try to process what the witches told us this afternoon, the bargain with my mother, and the reason behind it. Water softly sloshes as Emrys plunges the sponge back into the water, only for him to bring the soaked loofah back to my spine to repeat the motion of circling it, the warm water soothing as it finds its way back into the tub. When he once more submerges it under water, I lean back against his chest. He kisses my neck, and he moves the loofah to my front, washing my chest.
“What’s on your mind, little tempest?”
“The witches, the revelation… I’m not sure what to make of it. I mean, how is it even possible?”
“It does explain why your bloodline is cursed, my love. Have you never wondered why that was?”
“Of course, I have, I just… never could think of a reason, but this… it changes everything… but also, why would we need the Aurum then?”
“Because it’s dormant, my love. An unerupted force that slumbers until you are able to awaken it.”
I turn around halfway, facing Emrys sideways, as water pours over the ridge of the tub at my sudden movement, splashing the marble tiles.
“Aren’t you… bothered by it?” My voice carries a slight tremble.
Emrys takes hold of my chin, his gaze boring into mine. “Nothing that comes with you can bother me, apart from that pesky soulmate of yours, but that’s taken care of. Everything that’s part of what embodies you, I love, my tempest, always.”
“I’m a witch, Emrys,” I whisper.
“You are.”
