October 17th, 1123 - Cypress
Atticus sucked on the skin of my thigh as his thumb pressed between my seam. His calluses tugged on my clit and I shuddered. I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore; I was at his mercy. He trailed kisses up my thigh before using his thumb and forefinger to spread me before him.
Tentatively, he licked at my sensitive bud. My marks glowed brighter and my ankles crossed behind his back so he couldn’t leave. He continued to gently lick me, savoring me. I could feel his enjoyment in tasting me. I slowly began to rock my hips and he matched my rhythm, his tongue becoming bolder.
“Atticus,” I moaned without realizing it.
Atticus hummed against me before gently sucking on my clit. My hands flew down to his head and tangled in his hair. He let me fuck his face and I didn’t falter when he moved his hand away from me. A finger stroked at my entrance and I sucked in air between my teeth. Pride ran up my spine from him. Slowly he pressed into me and my whole body tensed. His finger nearly filled me and I found myself apprehensive that another part of him would be too large.
He continued to lick my clit, encouraging me to relax. My chest rose and fell like a bellow. After a few moments, I relaxed and he continued his pursuit. His finger curled upwards, stroking me inside. Pressure built in my base and I wanted him to simultaneously stop and do more.
Another pushed into my entrance, stretching me slowly. I moaned as pleasure rippled through my body. Carefully, Atticus began to pump in and out with his fingers. Each movement pressing, rubbing, and teasing against my sensitive inner walls in tandem with his tongue. I didn’t stop moving my hips as my nails scratched at his scalp. Pressure and pleasure made me feel like I was falling through euphoria.
“More,” I moaned, my throat almost too tight to make noise. “More.”
Atticus happily obliged, picking up the pace. He encouraged me to find my climax, he wanted to see me climax, and I wanted to show him how he makes me feel.
“Please.” My single word barely came out as whispered plea.
Thunder shook the entire house and Atticus released a minuscule spark to my clit and pussy. I cried out, not sure if it was wordless or I was screaming his name, as I orgasmed harder than I ever had. It felt like electricity washed over my skin leaving me in a tingling mess as my vagina contracted in pulses around his fingers. Atticus gently stroked and licked me, prolonging my rapture.
When my body finally calmed down, I lay there exhausted. Atticus leaned forward, chin resting on my stomach and hand hiding behind the bed. I rested my hands on his shoulders, his right shoulder moving slowly.
“Seems like you enjoyed yourself,” purred Atticus, his pleasure simmering and desire starting to boil over.
“That’s an understatement,” I breathed. A shiver ran up my spine and I suddenly felt cold.
“Come here, my flower.”
Gently Atticus picked me up and rearranged me so that I was laying on him on the bed. He pulled a blanket over us before trailing his hand down my back and squeezing my rump. I pressed my cheek against his chest, relishing his body heat.
He kissed my forehead, asking, “Are you too tired to continue?”
I blinked and shook my head.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I assured, kissing his cheek. I turned and kissed his neck. He barely breathed as my lips moved across his skin, nipping him sometimes. I shifted myself so that his erection was under my groin.
Our life threads tumbled around each other, tying and untying into knots. Gold and silver intertwined until there was one thread. Atticus pushed my head aside with his own. He kissed me deeply, his body begging for more.
All I wanted was more. Shifting my hips, I tucked the head of his erection into my pussy. Pleasure raked through our bodies making us shudder. I buried my face against his neck, trying to remember to breathe. Whimpering, he pushed down on my hip.
“Please,” breathed Atticus.
Slowly, savoring every inch, I sank onto him. His girth stretched me until he pressed against my still tingling g-spot. Thunder rumbled outside and I grinned.
I lifted my head and looked into his eyes, saying, “You’re mine.”
“I am yours,” he replied, smiling. “You are mine.”
I kissed his lips and began to slowly rock my hips.
Pleasure made it hard to breathe. Desire made it hard to think. My body slid up and down his shaft as quiet moans escaped my throat. There was no beginning or end to me, just us.
Atticus’s hand guided me to a quicker tempo. I felt like I was going to shatter. I felt like we were going to shatter. He growled and bit my neck, his tongue releasing electricity. I cried for more as the shock traveled down my spine to my core where pressure was growing. Whimpers and moans barely made it out of my mouth. Every inch of my body was alive and thrumming. My marks grew brighter as my toes curled. He licked my neck sending another electric shock. My fingernails dug into his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping me grounded.
A guttural shout escaped Atticus’s throat as he climaxed. The explosion of pleasure reverberated through my body. Lightning flashed outside and thunder shook the land. A second wave of pleasure tore through my body as I orgasmed again. I felt the release of life energy through me into the fabric of the world.
Panting, we rested our heads against each other. I whimpered as Atticus’s erection pulsed inside of me. He kissed my cheek gently before trying to guide me off of him. I stayed put, not wanting to feel empty inside quite yet. He pushed the hair out of my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
“You’re definitely some sort of forest nymph,” he whispered lovingly.
I shifted off of him, stretching my legs and resting my head on his shoulder. I smiled, replying, “I guess that makes you some sort of thunder spirit.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “You’re still glowing.”
I looked at my hand and indeed my marks were softly illuminated. “As a kid whenever I’d run through the forest I’d glow. I was happy... free. Plants would grow wherever I touched.” I tilted my head, meeting his eye.
His left eye was gently shut.
“Your eye okay?”
“Yeah, just expelled a ton of magic. Need to give my eye a rest.” He grinned. “I like watching your light. Between your marks and bioelectricity, your entire body lights up.”
“It’s your fault,” I muttered gleefully, burying my face against his neck. “Look at what you made me do.” I pointed to the ceiling and he chuckled.
“You’re the one who caused a thunderstorm. No doubt the town heard and saw it.”
I blushed deeply. “Really?”
He nodded, smiling smugly.
“Why are you so noisy?”
“Me, noisy?” Atticus questioned, rolling onto his side so he faced me. “You were the one moaning and begging.”
I glared at him. “I should have done what Una suggested.”
His smile turned coy. “Except I’d still be able to do things even if I was tied up.”
“Hmmm, I’m going to have to take you up on your challenge later.” Even though we had just fucked, my core tightened slightly at the prospect of tying him up.
Atticus sighed and pushed the blanket back before sitting up and saying, “I’m going to go down to the kitchen and get us some food. Anything you want in particular?”
Without thought, my eyes dropped to his groin.
“Later, my flower.” Leaning over, he kissed my thigh before getting up and leaving the room.
I watched him walk away and then got out of bed. Hips feeling loose, I made my way over to the wardrobe. I opened it and grabbed one of Atticus’s long sleeve shirts. I pulled it over my head, smiling at how it hung to mid-thigh. Glancing at the bed and the vines hanging over it, I thought, Wish I had my sketchbook with me. I’d draw this room, us in it, together. My heart skipped a beat. He and I... we made this. I walked over to the window and stared out.
The sky was dark with countless stars and a sliver of moonlight. The plants on and around the property had grown. Flowers had blossomed and trees had sprouted. One large tree was split in two halfway up its trunk. The lightning strike had left it lopsided, but the plant was still thriving.
A part of me thinks this is a dream, I thought. That I’ll wake up back in the temple, and Atticus will just be a figment of my imagination. My fingers tightened around my pendant. If this is all just a dream, then I don’t want to wake up.
