“Reiner,” I whisper, and cup his face. “I love you so much.”
I nestle myself against him, my love, the one who will always put me above himself, no matter what anyone says.
“At least we have the Aurum still,” I murmur.
“Indeed, we do,” he says.
He smirks, and I laugh. “If we can’t use it, we can always sell it and become filthy rich.”
Reiner kisses my forehead, my cheek, my lips, then my neck, and I gasp softly.
“But first, I’m going to help you let go of this tenseness that flows through your body.” He smiles. “How about you be a good little witch, and open those delicious thighs for me.”
Lazily, I stand up, and I tug down my pants, locking my gaze with his. I throw them to the side and climb into his lap, straddling him. Slowly, I begin to roll my hips, grinding against his hard cock. With a firm grip, he holds onto my waist and pushes me down, forcing me to shift in my position until I’m flat on my back, and my legs hang loosely on his hips. I feel Fynn’sblood seeping into my clothes, but I don’t care. Reiner sits on his knees and spreads me wide. He drags a finger across my slit, and I moan breathily.
“I told you I’d help you to decompress.”
He hooks a finger behind the fabric of my panties and rips them apart in one movement. A shudder ripples through my body, and I want to clench my thighs, the heat that courses through me almost too much.
“Ah, ah,” he tsks, wiggling his finger at me.
“Fuck, Caria, I wish you could see yourself the way I do, the way your hair merges with the blood, the way your cunt glistens with your arousal. You’re perfect.”
The outline of his straining cock is clearly visible, and all I want is to feel him deep inside me, to taste him, but Reiner doesn’t allow me to do anything. The moment I reach for his shirt, he pushes me back into the slippery crimson mess. Frustrated, I move my hand between my legs, but the moment my fingertips find my throbbing clit, he swats my hand away. Then a firm slap on my breast, and I hiss—another slap follows instantly.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?”
He takes off his shirt, revealing those abs with scars, and his broad chest, and all I can think about is how much I want him to fuck me. But Reiner has different ideas.
With his thumb, he circles my nipple, easing the sting, and I bite down on my lower lip. He always knows exactly what I need. He rolls my nipple between his index finger and thumb, then pinches it. The pain is a mere flicker of torment, and my eyes snap to his. A wicked grin is plastered on his face, and I gasp when an ice-cold sensation enters my vagina. He bends over me, nipping the sensitive skin of my neck, as his hands continue to fondle my breasts. The fog lingers inside me, stretching me, as my vaginal walls clench around it desperately, the iciness adizzying sensation. He softly blows against my skin, and thin whisps of mist traverse across my body; the cold sensation of his fanning breath sends a murmur through my veins.
One of his hands snakes between my thighs, and I let out a cry when his thumb finds my aching clitoris. Reiner puts instant pressure on it, circling the desperate nub. A blanket of ice coats my flesh, while my body is lost in heat. It doesn’t take long before my orgasm spreads like a wildfire, desperate to melt the cold sensation. I buck against Reiner’s hand as the knot that has formed inside me explodes, and my release finds its way out.
“That’s it, my love, give it all to me,” Reiner whispers.
Blinking rapidly, I push myself up, wrapping my legs around him tighter.
“I need you,” I whimper.
His eyes rake over my shuddering form, and he releases his cock, a glint of pre-cum visible. He positions himself between my thighs and nudges my slit with his tip. Suddenly, the icy sensation disappears, and in one deep thrust, he enters me. An unfathomable heat replaces the cold sensation. I cling to him, driving my nails into his back. If I could, I would fuse my body with his. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, it’s just as painful as it is erotic. He drives himself into me, as if he desires the same, thrusting with no mercy. Reiner drags his hand through the pool of blood I’m lying in, and he smears it across my chest, my breasts covered in Fynn’s purified blood. He pulls out, tugs his cock lazily, until my arousal is mixed with crimson, then roughly fucks me again.
His body presses down on me, blood covers our chests, and his lips find mine. He bites ravenously on my bottom lip, then his tongue explores the roof of my mouth. I sigh contentedly with one arm draped around his neck, the other braided in his hair.
As he continues to pound into me, I feel new heat blooming, and I shift slightly to get better friction. Accommodating me, he ensures I cannot get away, leaving me no other choice but to chase the shiver that waits at the edge of ruin and rapture. As it rolls through me, and I curl my toes in delight, I press my lips against his neck, muffling my cry of pleasure. It doesn’t take long before Reiner pursues his own trembling brink of release, and he lets out a deep growl while he shoots his hot load deep inside me. I watch him as his control unravels, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead, and he’s never been more beautiful to me than now.
Both of our chests are rising and falling together as he lies next to me. Blood mingles with our hair, changing his light hair to a bright red, while mine deepens in color.
“Red definitely is your color,” he says with a smirk, and I grin back at him.
“Apart from your hair, it looks pretty hot on you too,” I say with a grin.
I lean in and kiss him. He wraps his hand around my neck and deepens the kiss.
After we dress ourselves, Reiner begins the spell work to extract all of Fynn’s blood, not just the remains from his body, but also the essence that crept between the floorboards and soaked itself in our skins. It’s a peculiar sensation as the blood is collected from my flesh; its touch is featherlight, yet it gives an ecstatic jolt as well. I can’t wait to use the blood in magic and potions.
“All of it was worth it, Reiner. I knew it,” I murmur against his chest when he’s done.
A Threshold Crossed
