Page 67 of Antiletum
Life breathing magic billows from our pressed, hot bodies and washes against a wall of dried, thorny briars, their rose blooms deadened from the intense summer sun. We moan when our magic settles into petals and stalks, transforming the brown hues of expiration into thriving green and vermillion, becausethisis what we do together.
Val pushes against me, my back digging into the stone wall of a mausoleum, his hard cock big and hot against my stomach while his body towers over mine.
Oh, but how it felt, when that cock was inside of me. Hard and warm and stretching me wide enough it hurt. I loved the pain his pleasure delivered, using Val’s ceremonial cloak to force him deeper and deeper into the most intimate parts of myself, piercing into the very depths of my soul. Marking it. Making it his.
I felt how he fucked me for days after he was done.
My pussy clenches. Tight, hot, and achingly wet.
Maybe I’ll come right now, from nothing more than remembering how Val fucks while his tongue is in my mouth. Maybe I’ll push him down to his knees in front of me. Tell him to kneel in the grass while I raise my dress. Tell him to push my thin panties to the side and keep using his tongue,just like this, but press his head in between my thighs.Fuck his face right here and now. Make him tell me how much he likes it. Ask him to spit on my clit then lap it right back up.
With that wave of desire comes another release of magic, my husband’s matching mine, our kiss frantic and messy, needing more.
More.
I think I’ve demanded such out loud. Val harshly grabs my thigh, dimpling it in his owning hand and brings it to rest at his naked waist, biting my lip until I cry out. “You like that?” Val asks.
“Yes,” I mewl, and he kisses me harder.
His palm wraps tighter around my ankle, pressing my leg harder into his back. Rough. Incredibly close. “Remember our wedding?” He brings his hand between us, palming his cock and rubbing softly. I lock my leg tighter on his waist, denying distance between his warmth and mine, pinning his hand between us. His knuckles brush against my dress that clings to my soaking wet pussy while he slowly jerks his cock, my body locked tight and begging to come. “Remember how we moved together?”
I think about it all the time.
All I can do is nod and grind myself against him.
He’s a very giving partner. With nothing but soul bending kisses and rubbing his knuckles over me through my clothes while building his own pleasure. I think this is the best I’ve ever felt in my life, my husband teaching me the definition ofto want.
Val meant it when he told me I don’t know what it’s like to really be fucked by him, I understand that now. Now that he moves and moans and touches with a sensuality that I can’t quite comprehend. Unhurried but rough. Searching but expert.
We might fuck right now. It’d be so easy. To let this lascivious kiss transform into more. I’d slowly turn around. Put my palms to the wall. Spread my legs nice and wide, enough to be bent forward and fuckedby my big, attentive husband who’s devotion is unmatched. His love for me unhinged.
Maybe I should ask Val if he wants me. If he wants to settle himself where it’s wet and warm and tight. Tell him to feel me from within. To turn my body inside out, over and over, until I simply cannot breathe.
The dusty bones resting in the mausoleum clack to life, the body within rattling at the locked door, trying to get out.
My eyes open to witness the kaleidoscope of life bursting into existence in this place that honors death. It’s glorious. And beautiful. And everything we were ever meant to do.
Just like with the Heartstone in theStrigiForest. I can see us now, despite Val’s assurance that he wouldn’t partake, our bodies touching to expel the same might of magic into the last two Heartstones, and ultimately raising theNocturne.
Bringdeosback to life.
But I refuse to accept the damning worddestiny. I spurn Val’s insistence that our marriage is divine. Because that would be admitting justification for his actions to see it all through.
Rainah’s grave is just beyond Val’s shoulder, the sight of it stops my heart in my chest, stills the languid roll of my body into my husband’s. My blood frosts and devours the heat of desire.
With a loud, wet noise, I pull my face from Val’s, all the while pushing his bare chest with my palms, breaking the passionate kiss and how close we were to taking each other in this graveyard, only stopped by the barrier of my clothes.
Val retreats without hesitation, cock still hard and dripping at the tip, chest rising and falling in the subtle glow of the moon. He backs away several feet, giving me space.
We’re going to bring her back. The whisper of words passed matches the current pleading in Val’s eyes, knowing exactly what returned thischasm between us, even while I’m still loose and wet and aching with want.
The ramifications of the metaphorical blood on Val’s hands breaks me fully from the spell of my husband.
My hand covers my hot, swollen lips, like I could wipe away the mistake I just made—forced back into the ugly light of reality.
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A crescendo of clattering skeletons
