Page 61 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
I pull her onto my cock, the head already throbbing, leaking. She sinks down, the fit tight and perfect, her body taking me inch by inch. The runes on her thighs flash white as I fill her, the pleasure rolling off her in waves.
I fuck her slow at first, letting her adjust, letting her feel every ridge and vein. She rocks against me, greedy, her breath coming in gasps.
“I love watching you when you’re ruined with pleasure.” I kiss her, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood. She doesn’t flinch, just sucks my tongue into her mouth, hungry and demanding.
I thrust harder, faster, the water churning around us, slapping against the rocks. Each time I bottom out, she moans, the sound echoing through the trees.
I wrap one hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head go light. With the other, I trace a rune over her breast, the glow sinking in, making her skin buzz.
“Please,” she says, her voice wrecked. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promise, and I don’t.
I fuck her until she’s sobbing, until the pleasure is so much she can’t hold it in. The magic pours out of her, crackling through the air, making the water boil in places. The runes on her skin blur, the lines running together until she’s just a burning, shaking thing in my arms.
She comes, hard, her cunt clenching around me, milking every drop. The wave of it hits me too, the force of it pulling the magic out of me and into her. I come with a gasp, spilling into her until I’m shaking.
We float afterward, limp and spent, her body draped over mine.
She rests her head on my shoulder, her hair plastered to my chest. “I could die like this,” she whispers.
“You’re not allowed,” I say. “You have to finish what you started.”
She lifts her head, confusion in her eyes.
I brush a strand of hair from her face. “You have the power to make it right. For all of us.”
She blinks, uncertain. “I don’t understand. Make what right?” Her bottom lip quivers.
“The past.”
“You mean my father.” She must see something on my face that confirms her suspicion. “What did he do to all of you, Rune? How did he hurt you?”
I shake my head, unable to answer, perhaps unwilling. She’s already stretched thin. I won’t be the thing that breaks her entirely. Breakage is necessary if you want to build something new, it always is, but that doesn’t mean we relish doing it. We’d protect her from the wreckage if we could, and feel it for her. None of us were given that option, though, her least of all.
“If anyone can change fate, it’s you,” I say instead.
“That’s a lot of faith for a monster.”
“We’re all monsters here,” I say. “Some of us are just better at pretending.”
She sighs, and I kiss her again, softer this time.
We lie in the water, tangled together, until the magic fades and the cold creeps back in. She doesn’t ask for more, and I don’t offer. She’s faced enough hard truths today.
When we finally climb out, the runes are gone, but the memory of them lingers on her skin.
I dress her in my shirt, careful and slow, and she lets me.
We walk back to camp, her hand in mine, and for the first time since I was a child, I feel almost human. Not partially, but fully, as if she’s slowly changing me back already.
She falls asleep beside me, her breath sweet in my ear, her body curled tight around my own.
I dream of her, pulsing with magic, as bright as the sun.
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Secrets and Lies
