Reagan

His kisses wake me. I open my eyes and see three streaks of light that filter through the window. They cast rainbows over the wooden floor.

Gabriel’s mouth moves down my neck as his teeth scratch my skin. He palms my breast and twists my nipple. It’s both pleasant and painful. I gasp as he rolls me over on my side and sets my back against his naked chest. Sweat beads his skin. I shiver at the heat and moisture—it’s so new. So mine. His smell clouds my mind—resins, rain, light sweat. I love his smell. It’s so mine.

He strokes my breast, kissing my neck harder. My core pulses with need.

He pushes his thick and stiff manhood into me and pain claws at me. It burns almost as much as previously. I jerk my body away, but he encloses me with his arms, holding me in place.

“Breathe, Reagan,” Gabriel says and grazes my chin. “And take me.”

I take a sharp breath and feel his fingers touch my mound. He rubs his thumb against my sensitive nub and it feels good. So good that I arch my back against his chest and moan.

“Good?” Gabriel asks and buries his shaft deeper inside me.

That gives me the divine sensation of being full and stretched.

“Very… good,” I gasp.

He growls into my ear and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. There’s more and more tension in my tummy. I need to shoot towards the stars and only Gabriel can give me this delirious bliss.

I tug at his hair and growl, my breath heavy. This tension is unbearable. I want my release.

“Give me,” I cry out and dig my fingers into his neck.

“I know, baby.”

He strokes my nub harder, and I shatter.

Gabriel

Her little cunt contracts around my cock, bringing me to the brink. She’s still trembling as I roll her on her stomach and fuck her hard and fast. She whimpers with each thrust, but I don’t stop. I need my release. I need to fuck her like this. I tore through her barrier. I own her.

She comes again with a scream, and I come after her. Come so hard there’s nothingness in my head for a split second.

I thrust into her three more times to fill her up and collapse onto her. She squirms and gasps beneath me, but I want to have her covered by my body, sheltered, tied to me.

The door creaks open, and Seff walks in.

“You fucking heard of something as common as the respect for other people’s privacy?” I say.

“Just trying to be a good host,” he says and grins, unconcerned.

Two cheetahs walk in, silver trays filled with food and beverages in their hands. Seff pulls the armchair towards the bed and drops into it as his girls put the trays at the foot of the bed.

The dick wants something from me. Now, I’m certain. Warlocks are not altruists.

He waves his hand, and his girls exit the room.

“Feed her,” he says as his eyes slide down Reagan’s face.

I could have sworn the dick is concerned about her well-being.

I pull out of Reagan, my dick still hard, still aching for her cunt. I sit up, reach out for the tray with my hand and put it on my thighs. My wife hides behind my back. I pass a slice of bread to her.

“What’s the catch?” I say.

Seff spreads his hands. “Can’t you just enjoy your stay in my clubhouse?”

I put the tray aside, grasp Reagan and sit her in front of me so her back rests against my chest. Sweat covers her skin and her smell clouds my head. She smells of sex and her own musk.

“You need something, sweetheart?” Seff asks. “Ice cream?”

“Ice cream,” Reagan whispers and bobs her head.

“Sure,” Seff says. “A few dresses perhaps? A few pairs of shoes? Nice underwear?”

Reagan turns her face to mine, and I see excitement in her eyes.

“Whatever you wish for.” I kiss her lips. “Just ask the dick.”

“Everything,” Reagan gasps and folds her hands as if praying.

Seff hums an incantation, claps his hands, and a pile of clothes materialises by the bed as a goblet filled with ice cream appears on the tray. His magic pricks my skin like an exhale from hell. It wrinkles balance, but since I’m retired and now I’m his guest, I’m not gonna punish him. That’s none of my business anymore.

Reagan giggles and dives to grab the goblet, her naked ass on display. I hitch the comforter up and cover her as she dips her fingers into the ice cream and starts devouring it.

I plunge my hand under the comforter and glide it over Reagan’s round ass. Seff chuckles and a black box materialises in his hands.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“A gift.” He puts the box on the coffee table and walks off. I tug Reagan to me and slam my mouth on hers. She tastes of chocolate ice cream, of sin, of innocence.

“I want to see the clothes, Gabriel.”

“Let’s have a shower first.” I bury my face into her neck and inhale her tantalising musk—forest and light sweat.

I want to fuck her like an animal.

We tumble out of the bed, kissing and groping, and we walk over to the bathroom. Our kiss never breaks. I turn on the hot water in the shower cabin and squeeze Reagan’s ass.

I lather her up with shower gel and guide her tiny hand to my hard cock. Her little fingers close around my shaft and my blood boils.

I need to fuck her or I’ll go mad.

Reagan

He urges me to stroke his manhood faster as his hand guides mine. He squeezes the back of my neck with his other hand. His moans mingle with the murmur of the water. Torment sharpens his face, so I obey. I give him the release he craves. His body trembles as his seed spurts over my forearm and the water washes it away.

He takes a deep breath and wraps his arm around me, but I wiggle out. I want to do so many things—like brushing my teeth, like combing my hair. Like putting nice clothes on.

We step out of the shower cabin, and I grab a toothbrush. Gabriel grabs his and watches me. Joy pervades his gaze.

We finish brushing our teeth and then walk out of the bathroom. I plunge my hands into the pile of clothes. So many sensations—coldness, smoothness, roughness.

“You want to go out on a date or something, Reagan?”

“Yes.”

I want to. I want to explore the world with Gabriel as my guide. He’s so wise. He can teach me about the things I don’t know yet.

I pick up a piece of clothing. It’s black with red stripes and stiff boning. A piece of black lace adorns its edge. It’s beautiful. I try to put it on, but Gabriel shakes his head and takes it away from my hands.

“At night,” he says, his eyes wild.

“What’s it called?”

“It’s called a corset. Couples like us use things like this at night.”

“I like it.”

“I love it,” Gabriel says, his voice raspy. “You’re gonna wear it at night. For me. Only for me.”

“Okay.”

I scramble to my feet and grab the box Seff left for Gabriel. I sit down, open it, and glance down at the strange items placed against the red upholstery that layers the inside.

Gabriel moves closer to me and looks down into the box.

“What are these?” I ask.

“They’re…” He clears his throat, scratching his head. “They’re toys.” A wide grin crosses his face.

“Can we play with them?”

“At night, baby. I’ll teach you everything.”

He tears the box away from me and pulls me into his arms. I’m sitting on my heels and he’s sitting behind me. His arm crosses over my chest as his mouth touches my shoulder. A tingle runs down my spine, and I arch my back against his chest. Gabriel strokes my breast then runs his fingers down my tummy and spreads my folds. He dips a finger into me and runs it up to my tight opening. His hot lips meet mine. He pushes the fingertip into my tight opening and growls into my mouth.

I don’t know whether I like it or not. It stings, but he wants to touch me like this very much. I can sense his dark need.

“At night,” he rasps.

He squeezes my breast and pushes two of his fingers into both my openings. I melt. I disintegrate. My walls clench around his digits and a loud moan leaves my mouth. Yes, I like it. I want more. I want my blissful forgetfulness.

Gabriel tumbles me down and pushes his manhood into me.

“Fuck,” he growls. “It’s so good with you.”

His hips move against mine, his sweat trickling down his chest and moistening mine. I am all for him—I am everything he wants me to be for him. And he takes more and more of me as a violent storm would possess the forest. I give. I love.

I love him more than anything.

I explode.

Gabriel

I take her out for a walk in town, otherwise we’d never leave our bed. She needs some rest from our fucking, otherwise I’m gonna finish her off. After I fucked her for the fifth time, she almost passed out. Seff had come to our bedroom twice to reason with me, so here we are, walking along the High Street, holding hands. I’m a regular guy and she’s my wife.

I’m planning to stay at Seff’s place for a while. Cael is on his way to our clubhouse. Reagan and I are going to enjoy our honeymoon.

“Do you know what a town is?” I ask.

“I know only a little.”

“How do you know this? Or other things?”

“She knows.”

“Who is she, Reagan?”

“You know who she is, Gabriel.” Irritation coats her voice and she shudders.

I don’t want to make her more nervous, so I don’t ask her more questions.

We have a cup of coffee in a nice place by one of the four medieval churches that stand in the town, then a nice meal in my favourite pub, and after the meal—another walk around the Cathedral yard. Reagan drinks the humans in, smiles at them, enjoys every second of being among them. She can’t tear her eyes off the families with kids.

“You want to have a baby with me, Reagan?”

“You want to have a baby with me, Gabriel?”

“I want to have five babies with you, you little enchantress.”

She puts her hand on her tummy and beams at me. I throw my arm around her back and kiss the top of her head.

Her eyes travel to a stall with sunglasses. An old man is selling them.

Reagan pulls my hand.

“You want your own pair of sunglasses?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

We stand in front of the stall and Reagan starts trying sunglasses on. Squeaks and sighs leave her sweet mouth. She passes a pair of aviator sunglasses to me.

I don’t need them, but I can wear them as long as that makes my baby girl happy. She chooses a similar pair for herself, and I take my wallet out of the back pocket of my jeans.

The seller grins at me. “Your girlfriend?” His voice is raspy, but powerful even though his body is dry and thin.

“My wife.”

“Watch over her.”

My eyes meet his. Each of his irises has seven lines of a crystal blue colour that look like a delicate cobweb. Humans can’t see that, but I can. The old man is a druid.

“I know,” I say.

“I mean it, Gabriel.” He grins and points his finger to something behind me.

I look over my shoulder and freeze. Reagan is standing in the company of three men her age. They’re surrounding her as a pack of hungry wolves would surround a deer. Yes, they’re very interested in her.