221 Finished

"The gate to magic lies near the heart", Katherine mumbled and pressed her hands against her chest. "This is where magic originates from and mixes with the physical world."

Under her hands, a light pulsed to life. She held it in place, not letting it wander from the middle of her chest as she waited for the pain and nausea to hit. Even with closed eyes, she felt Nathaniel's intense gaze on her and giggled nervously. "I... I think it's okay. I'm alright. I'll let it spread a little... only upwards."

The glow turned brighter as it reached the neckline of her blouse, stretching over a greater expanse of skin. "It's... difficult. I'm not used to controlling its flow so much. But I think I can manage - ah."

The small sound was caused by one of Nathaniel's hands that found her butt, gently caressing it. Her eyes sprang open. Her husband still leaned back on one arm, his gaze fixated on her with the intense patience of a predator waiting for the bird to land close by. A shiver of expectation ran through her skin, but she held her magic in place.

Seeing her return his gaze, a smirk curled the corners of his mouth, sexy and somewhat proud. "If you are ready... I would like to kiss my wife."

"I did not get a kiss on my wedding, did I?" She hummed, and her hands touched his shoulders, brushing away the shirt draped over him, then wandering up to his neck to sling around it.

"No. What a mistake on my part." He leaned closer, tightening the grip on her bottom until his forehead touched her glowing one. Their gazes were interveined, one red, one violet. His breath warmed her lips as he spoke, as if to prepare them. "Let me make up for it."

Like a whisper through grassland, their lips touched, then touched again. Ten, twenty, thirty little kisses as if to count the ones they had missed. All the while, their eyes remained open, watching the other pair darken, the pupils dilate with lust. Katherine's fingers, still gloved, raked through his hair. His one hand stroked her back, the other kneading her behind and slowly, gently guiding her onto his lap.

The shiver ran in both directions when his hardness met the place between her thighs. Ragged moans rang between the kisses and he could not help but press stronger onto her butt, rubbing their sexes together through the fabric.

Katherine gasped, and with that sound as a starting sign, both their mouths opened to devour each other. Their tongues met, the kiss growing messy and wet as hot air filled the tent.

Katherine's hips moved; if of her own accord or at his urging was impossible to say. Both figures almost seemed to melt into the same being, connected from head to hip, restlessly pursuing the pleasure and warmth of the other's embrace.

Suddenly, Katherine found herself pressed onto the mattress, relishing in her husband's weight on top of her. Her legs embraced his waist almost on instinct, her fingers running down his back until she couldn't take the distance of the gloves anymore and pulled them off.

His skin under her touch was hot and sweaty. He let out a groan, moving his hips vigorously against her throbbing middle. The fabric between them slid back and forth...

"Stop!", she suddenly screeched. "The blouse!"

Instantly, Nathaniel jerked back, more because of the booming voice than the words - those registered only afterward. Breathing heavily, he saw her fixing her blouse above her unprotected belly, and his eyes widened. "Are you - did I - "

"S-sorry for the shock!" Katherine stuttered, then calmed herself with a deep breath. "I'm okay. We're okay. Nothing happened."

A nervous laugh fell from her lips as her magic fluctuated stronger than before. Nathaniel swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, voice hoarse. "Careful with your power. We can't -"

"I know!" She broke off whatever he had to say and raised her hands in a pacifying gesture. "I know. It got hard to control it anyway. I know we can't pull this through, because I also don't dare to transfer my magic lower yet. The chest is as deep as I will go for now. Haah, really. I'm not that reckless."

We both were too reckless again, Nathaniel almost wanted to say, yet he did not. For his wife to be able to stop in the heat of the moment was already a big improvement. Nagging now would do nothing but undermine it. He sighed and adjusted his legs to lessen the stress on his member that didn't want to integrate into the solemn atmosphere yet. "Alright, good job for stopping. I should probably get us something to eat."

He reached for his shirt, but Katherine was faster. With a flick of her hand, she threw it to the other end of the tent, out of his reach. "No, no, no, my Darling. We're not finished yet."

He narrowed his eyes, almost glaring at her. "What disaster are you brewing now? Was it not danger - "

A sharp hiss replaced his words when Katherine's hand fell on his manhood, greeting it familiarly through the fabric between them. It jerked and throbbed needily, swelling only to press more into her hand. As easy as that, new sweat broke out on his forehead. "Katherine..."

A mischievous smile played around her mouth as she placed a glowing finger on his lips, the other hand still caressing his hardness in slow but decisive strokes. "Shush. Let me serve you, Darling. The way you served me when you were still unsure of my power's strength. I will be careful... I promise."

When her head lowered to kiss his navel, he moaned in response. Her long hair tickled his sides, the pink tongue sticking out to lick his skin and the snow white hairs that led in a thin line down to his trousers. He fell back on his elbows, defeated with just the sight of her mouth closing in on the target. Skadi help him, maybe his fantasy would come true sooner than expected.

With a click quieter than his thundering heartbeat, she opened the first button of his trousers. Her tongue slithered below the fabric, licking, kissing, then licking again. Though the bulk of his bulge was still hidden, he moaned, and his hips couldn't help but move in a restrained rolling motion. A motion as if begging for more.

The second button clicked. Katherine seemed to have trouble opening them, but he couldn't care less as her tongue slithered further inside, over the stem of his manhood. Simultaneously, her fingers lightly pinched the tip, making it jerk and him moan before he bit his lip. He didn't want to overshadow the wet sounds she made below.

When the third button opened, she managed to pull the rest of his length out of its confines and let it swing up until it nearly touched his abs, which were chiseled in tension. As if a gift for her, the silver-white pearl on the tip of his length glittered in the light of her power. Nathaniel took a fast breath, and the waves of his muscles rippled. Then they stilled completely when she sent him a glance full of mischievousness, her pink tongue still sticking out like a cat in front of a big bowl of milk. Shit, he thought and held his breath. He was finished.