Reincarnated as an Apocalyptic Catalyst-Chapter 38: The Night We Were One

I did not hesitate, taking her mouth to mine, our tongues gliding across one another as we eagerly explored the other's mouth.

Mara gazed up at me, her heart pounding wildly in her chest to the point that I too felt it. It seemed that every time we made contact, I could feel a flutter wash over her. The candlelight flickered, and though the warm light excited me, the shadows seemed to tease and prod my psyche, trying to distract me from this wonderful moment. Mara could see the reflection of her own longing in his eyes in my own as we grappled with our feelings, with the thought that despite the future, tonight we would not be alone.

"Lucian," Mara whispered, her voice raw with emotion, "I feel like I'm burning up."

I kissed her neck and gripped her neck, pulling her closer for another kiss. As our mouths parted I pulled back and stared hungrily into her eyes, "Is that a bad thing?" I breathlessly replied.

"I like it," she returned, her eyes drunk, not on wine, but on emotion as she pulled me back to her.

She slid her hands up my chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath my shirt. Mara's fingers tangled in the fabric, tugging gently, trying to bring us closer.

Her eyes were dark and hazy with desire. "I want to map your skin with my fingers, my lips, my tongue. I want to taste you, to swallow you whole until you're a part of me."

I gaped, the thought bringing brief recollections of my time with Morgana, but I pushed them down. That was a moment of weakness, this was a moment of strength.

Mara arched into me, pressing her soft curves against the hard length of my body. It felt incredible but these clothes were getting in the way. As if reading my mind, she slid the robe off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, exposing her naked body before me.

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As she pressed against me yet again, she could clearly feel my arousal, the thick ridge of my erection pressing insistently against her stomach. That only fueled her desire as she–now with a sudden surge of focus–deftly dismantled my tunic to leave it on the floor with her robe.

"Please, Lucian," Mara whimpered, her voice a desperate, needy plea. "Make love to me. Make me yours, completely and utterly. I want to feel you inside me, filling me, claiming me."

I could feel my heart in my throat as her words spilled out, unimpeded by the normal restraint a clear mind provides. We had done this before, and we were equally as intoxicated, but this felt more personal, it felt like a true moment we could share with one another. It wasn't simply just a passing fancy that two shared after a night of revelry, she was laying herself bare, and not just physically.

She captured my mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all of her passion, all of her longing into the press of her lips against mine. Mara's tongue delved into my mouth yet again, but with her commanding the pace it felt that much more exhilarating. She explored every inch of my mouth and pushed my back onto the bed, sprawling over me and my flavor.

She leaned in, pressing openmouthed kisses along my collarbone, her tongue darting out to taste the salt on my skin. I felt a brief moment of self-consciousness, for this time we did not have the luxury of a hot spring to wash away my grime, but that soon passed as she worked her way down my body. Mara's hands roamed over my chest, feeling the ridges of my abdomen, and the strength in my shoulders.

She nipped at my chest, soothing the sting with a swipe of her tongue before trailing lower, over my stomach, dipping into my navel, and sending a surge of electric sparks down my body. I writhed and twitched at her touch, but that only served to intensify her progress. Mara's fingers worked at my belt, unbuckling it with shaking hands, desperate to free me from the confines of his trousers.

As she tugged my pants down past my legs, Mara gasped at the sight of my erection springing free, long and hard, eagerly awaiting her embrace. She wrapped her hand around me, feeling the thick, pulsing heat of me. I lay there, helpless to resist, not wanting to even if it cost me my life.

Mara looked up at me, holding my cock in her hands as it stood mere inches from her face, her dark eyes filled with desire that made my heart race. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately, before leaning down and running her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I shuddered at the contact, my hips twitching involuntarily as she traced her way back up with the tip of her tongue.

"Mmm, you taste divine," Mara purred as she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, squeezing gently as she leaned in to place a soft kiss on the head. Mara's tongue flicked out, swirling around the tip, taunting the slit where a bead of pre-cum had already formed. She licked it away, humming in approval at the taste.

"Lucian," Mara breathed, her voice a seductive whisper, "I want to taste all of you. I want to feel you throbbing in my mouth, hear you groaning my name as I bring you closer and closer to the edge..."

Part of me couldn't believe what she was saying. My mind swam with thoughts of how many partners she had to have had to reach this point, but that all washed away, it was irrelevant. All that mattered was her and I, here in this room, together.

With that, Mara took me into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth as she began to sink down. The heat and wetness were incredible, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she took me deeper and deeper. Mara's hand pumped what she couldn't fit into her mouth, squeezing and stroking in time with the bobbing of her head.

I tangled my fingers in Mara's hair, tugging gently as she worked her magic, a branch of wizardry I had not known existed to mages. The sight of her, her lips stretched around me, her eyes gazing up at me with such hunger, was almost too much to bear. I felt the tension building in my core, my balls tightening as Mara's ministrations brought me closer and closer to release.

But she seemed determined to take her time, to tease and torment me until I was begging for mercy. She pulled back, releasing my cock from her mouth with a soft pop. Mara licked her lips, a wicked grin playing on her face as she gazed up at me.

"Not yet, my love," the words she once fumbled, spending half a day in silence as she questioned if she should have said them now came out with ease. Mara teased, running a finger up the length of me. "I'm not done with you yet." her voice was silky, yet deadly. Like I was a buck in her sight, something to take down and consume. I was finding myself more and more enthralled by her sudden ability to take control.

I wanted to speak, I desperately wanted to contribute to this exchange, and yet I couldn't form a single word as she continued her monologue. It didn't seem to dissuade her in the slightest, or rather, she seemed excited at my lack of response. All I could do was twitch and spasm, and that alone was enough for her.

Mara smirked up at me, her eyes glinting with mischief. She pumped my slick, throbbing cock with slow, deliberate strokes as she spoke. "I love seeing you like this, Lucian. So needy, so submissive, you're at my mercy." She grinned quite deviously before she flicked her tongue out to lap at the slit, tasting the physical manifestation of my arousal.

Mara took me back into her mouth, sinking down until I felt the head of my cock brush the back of her throat, yet somehow she did not gag in response. She swallowed around me, her muscles massaging my sensitive flesh. Mara held me there, deep in her throat, her nose pressed against my pelvis as she breathed in the musky scent of my pheromones.

After a long moment, she pulled back, gasping for air. A strand of saliva connected her bottom lip to the tip of my cock as she grinned up at me wickedly, stroking my slick shaft with both hands now. "I could get addicted to your taste, Lucian. You might be big, but I'm willing to do what it takes to take you."

Before I could respond, if I could respond, she took me again. As she bobbed her head, Mara slipped a hand between her own thighs, stroking herself in time with the rhythm of her mouth on my member. I could hear the wet sounds of her fingers plunging into her soaked folds, and could see the pleasure playing across her face as she pleasured herself while pleasuring me.

It was all too much. I could survive a few more moments without erupting, but the scene of it all, the unobserved notion that she was satisfying herself as she satisfied me, was too much. I had to take her and take her now.

With a low groan, I tangled my fingers in Mara's hair and tugged, pulling her off my throbbing cock. She gasped as I yanked her up my body, her eyes wide with surprise and anticipation. Before she could speak, I pulled her on top of me and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss, plundering her lips with my tongue as I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me on the bed.

"My turn," I rumbled against her mouth, my voice rough and aching with desire. Mara's legs fell open instinctively, welcoming me between her thighs. I could feel the heat radiating off her core, and could smell the intoxicating aroma of her arousal. It made my head swim and my cock throb with the need to be inside her.

She wore a scrap of lace panties, already damp with her juices. I hooked my fingers in the delicate fabric and tugged, tearing the flimsy garment away with a sharp jerk. Mara gasped, her back arching off the bed as she felt the cool air against her bare, glistening sex.

"Lucian!" Mara cried out, her voice a mix of shock and delight. "You brute! Ruining my pretty panties..."

"I'll buy you more, whatever style you desire," I responded before I silenced her with another searing kiss, my tongue delving deep into her mouth as I settled myself between her spread thighs. Mara's hips undulated beneath me, pressing against my member, trying to get me to respond, to enter her; no longer was she entertaining the thought of teasing me. I obliged her by trailing my fingers along her slick slit, feeling the plump lips part as they readily accepted me.

"You're so wet my love," I murmured against her neck, the words spilling from me without hesitation. I felt the same way she did, and in this moment I could admit it. To hell with the world, with the gods and all of their threats. This was real and I wouldn't squander it.

I nipped at her tender skin as I circled her clit with the pad of my thumb. "So ready for me. I think I know what you're aching for."

Mara keened, her hips bucking into my hand as I teased her, stroking her in every way as my fingers entered and retreated, as they traced the edges of her opening, just under the folds, massaging whatever sensitive areas I could lay my hands on. I could feel her thighs trembling, could hear her ragged breathing as I chased her pleasure, leaving her just ahead with every movement. But I wasn't ready to give it to her just yet. What she had done for me required reciprocation, and I would deliver it tenfold.

I gazed up at Mara's face, taking in the flush of her skin, and the way her chest heaved with each ragged breath. Her eyes were closed, and her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she lost herself in the sensation of my fingers. When they entered her, I could feel her growing closer, her body tensing, her walls clenching around my digits with every movement.

"That's it, my love," I murmured, my voice low and rough with desire. "Let go. Come for me, Mara. I want to feel you coming undone beneath my touch, want to taste your pleasure on my tongue."

With that, I ducked down, replacing my fingers with my mouth. I dragged my tongue along Mara's slick slit, savoring the heady taste of her arousal. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair as I licked and suckled at her sensitive flesh.

I focused my attention on Mara's clit, circling the hardened nub with the tip of my tongue before suckling it gently. Mara thrased beneath me, her hips grinding against my face as she chased her climax. It was a spectacular feeling, though I couldn't help but wonder if she would do better resting atop my face. I brushed past the thought as I became more and more consumed in my actions; that would be another moment for another night.

"Lucian!" Mara screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the room. "Don't stop, please don't stop! I'm so close, I'm going to–"

Her words cut off into a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her. Mara's body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through her. I could feel her coming undone as I worked her through her climax.

I didn't let up, continuing to lick and suckle at Mara's sensitive sex as she rode out the aftershocks of her release. I wanted to taste every last drop of her, wanted to burn the flavor of her climax onto my tongue and remember it for years to come. Even now the fear of losing her lay deep within my subconscious, and I would be damned if I gave up a single memory of our time together.

Finally, Mara collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. I crawled up her body, taking in the sight of her flushed skin and satisfied smile. She looked utterly defeated, and I felt a surge of male pride knowing I had done this to her. Unfortunately, my manhood has more to say on the matter, as it twitched, almost painfully so, within such close proximity to her entrance.

"That was..." Mara started, but seemed at a loss for words. "That was incredible," Mara finished, her voice a breathless whisper. She reached up to cup my cheek, her thumb brushing over my lips, feeling her own wetness on them. "I've never felt anything like that before. The way you touched me, the things you did with your tongue...I swear, I saw stars!"

Mara's legs wrapped around my waist, pulling my hips flush against hers. I could feel my hard cock pressing against her sensitive, dripping opening and she shuddered at the contact.

She rolled her hips, rubbing her wet heat along the length of my shaft, her eyes pleading as she gazed up at me. "Make love to me. Take me, I can't wait any longer!"

Mara's hands slid down to grip my ass, her nails digging into my flesh as she tried to pull me closer, to urge me on. "I'm still so sensitive from my climax, but that was an exterior feeling. I can still go again if you put it inside me."

I grabbed Mara's thighs and pushed them back towards her chest, nearly bending her in half. Her breath hitched at the sudden move, eyes wide with surprise and anticipation. I positioned myself at her entrance, the swollen head of my cock nudging against her slick folds. Mara's hips jerked forward, seeking more of that delicious pressure.

"Are you ready, my love?" I asked, my voice a low, rumbling murmur. Mara nodded eagerly, her chest heaving with each shallow breath. I could see the desperation in her eyes, and feel her burning, craving me.

"Yes," Mara breathed, her voice a tremble.

With a powerful thrust of my hips, I drove myself forward, burying my cock deep inside her tight, wet heat. Mara cried out, writhing as her body reacted to mine. I had to pause for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the sudden intrusion. I couldn't help but think to myself that maybe I was a little rough with my eager entry. I should have taken things slower, but these thoughts were rapidly dismissed.

"Mmm, why are you stopping?" Her eyes cracked open and I could see a faint glimmer of confused disappointment, as if led to the gates of paradise, only to have them slam in your face. I guess she isn't as fragile as she looks.

Rather than speak, I let actions speak for my words. I pushed deeper, the final length of my manhood meeting resistance as she clenched around me. I could feel every inch of her walls gripping me like a vice as I thrust into her time and time again, my hips slapping against her thighs with each thrust. I was a little taken aback by the volume of her pleasure, only to witness it grow louder and more animalistic.

Her fingers dug into my back as she tried to pull me closer, forcing my head into her neck. As I pressed down against her skin, I lost leverage over her legs and they bounced down against my thighs, the feeling not unpleasant as my hand relocated. One hand lay behind her head, tightly gripping her hair while the other pressed against her full breast, spilling out between my fingers.

My new position impeded my movements slightly, but her scent drove me onward. Almost instinctively I drug my teeth along the edge of her throat, not biting down hard, but applying just enough pressure for Mara to feel the edges grazing her skin. Mara shivered beneath me, as I marked a path along her neck.

I started to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside her, before pressing back in. My initial zealous attitude faded now that I was here in the moment. I kept a steady rhythm as she refused to let me go, to allow me more than a breath away from her bare skin.

Seconds, or hours, or days could have passed as we lost ourselves in one another. Then, a whisper within panting breaths escaped Mara's lips. "I...I don't know if I can hold back much longer," and then I felt it stronger than before as she tensed around me, her back arching as she quivered, her legs trembling at my side.

"Don't hold back, we'll go together," I struggled to get out as I pulled my head from her neck and shifted my leg, my foot planting firmly at breast level and taking her leg with it. My pace quickened as I felt myself climbing closer to the edge, though every motion brought her with me. I needed to hold on a little longer, an insurmountable task as I felt her body go rigid, no longer moving in time with mine. The final push was here.

We pawed at one another like beasts as I went faster, harder, feeling my release imminent. With a shudder, my body started to buckle, and as it did, her body relaxed with a deafening cry of pleasure. Her legs shook violently as I spilled my seed into her, using what little strength I had to stay above her until I could no longer function. I had the wherewithal to collapse at her side, my arm draping over her torso and meekly pulling her to face me. Her eyes will still shut and she appeared lost in her climax for some time, but I simply held her, running my hand up to her neck and down to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze for good measure.

My eyelids were heavy but I was enjoying the moment. I faded in and out of consciousness, be it the ale, the exertion, or simply the contentedness, it all hit me at once. Through weary eyes I gazed at Mara, wanting to stay up a little longer for her, but she had already fallen asleep. I pulled the blanket over us, held her even tighter, and finally fell asleep.