I push hers wider giving me access.We draw our tongues over each other, both bucking in pleasure.I find her clit and circle, my hands grabbing flesh and hips and legs.I squeeze each morsel of skin as if I can memorise the feel of her.
My pussy tingles, the first flares of electricity bubbling between my thighs.She moans into me as I change position, freeing an arm and bringing my fingers to her entrance.
Her breathing turns ragged and the sound of her pleasure only serves to make me wetter.I savour every drop of excitement and try to burn the sensation of her pussy and clit into my mind.She moves her arm so she can enter me too and together we push inside each other.
My mind addles, overwhelmed with the deep sweetness of her taste, the exquisite softness of her pussy on my tongue and the way she draws in and out of my own cunt.
It’s too much pleasure at once.
Her finger slides in and out over and over, then she curls it, applying pressure to my wall.
Lucy’s body glows, dim at first, the runic mottling on her limbs a veritable feast for the eyes.But I can’t lose focus, not now that her power is unlocking.
We find a rhythm of lips and fingers and tongues that whispers promises we know we can’t keep.
I’ll always be here.
We can win this.
I promise I won’t die.
They’re all lies but in this moment it doesn’t matter.Right now, we need to grieve the future in which we’ll be torn apart.
Pleasure pulses between my thighs.It builds and builds; I can’t hold back the ache much longer.She glows brighter and brighter.Enough that I have to slam my eyes shut to stop the singe.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, rocking into her mouth.
She whimpers my name, and I swear the sound cuts my chest in two.At least the scar it will leave means I’ll always carry a piece of her with me, even if it’s metaphorical.
My toes curl, my back arches, she rises with me, her walls clenching around me, and knowing I’m making her do that sends me free falling over the edge.And this time, she falls with me.
Together we tumble into the heavenly depths of shared pleasure.A connection that will always outlast any contract or deal.
She lies motionless and heavy on my chest.I slide out from under her and lean my head against her back.Her heart beats loud and fast.Wet tears streak her face.She’s still breathing but she’s unconscious, her runes throbbing to the same rapid pulse as her heartbeat.
I think we did it.
She’s alive, but unconscious or maybe lost in the angel memories.I make her comfortable and lay a blanket over her, then slip in beside her, whispering how she’s such a good girl.How she’s doing amazingly and I believe in her.
More than anything, I whisper that I’ll love her even after I’m reaped.
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As I orgasm, the entire bedroom lights up and I vanish into my mind.I search through my body, sifting and sorting until eventually I find the pieces of the angels tucked in my chest where my crystalline heart used to be.
I sink in and their lives rush past me in fits and starts.
The Celestial City made of glass and light and rainbows.
Fields of flowers and insects.The playhouse Interitus destroyed.Their ceremonies and moths.Their year without power.
I take control.It’s coming easier now, channelling my power.I slow things down, replay memories, choosing when to move between visions.
The bridge.Oh gods, the fall.The push.
The elder.
