Page 13 of Charisma
“You’re not too bad yourself, stud,” she purrs, causing my dick to pulse which has her eyes widening.
“Are you ready for me, mate?” I ask, yanking on my dick, precum pebbling on the head.
“I was born ready for you, mate,” she responds, her voice raspy. When she takes her forefinger and trails up her belly and plucks one of her nipples, I lunge. As I swoop down, she opens her legs in invitation, so I settle my hips between her splayed ones. “No more foreplay, Baldwin. I’m drenched and my body is boiling.”
“Don’t worry, Risma, I’ll take care of your overheated body.”
“You’ve said that before, yet I’m still waiting,” she taunts me, stirring the flames.
“Put your hands above you head, Risma, and hold the fuck on,” I order, lining myself up with her opening. Out of my peripheral I notice her digging her fingers into the ground as her hips rise, offering herself to me. With our eyes connected, I slowly enter her. Her body becomes a live wire, her legs lift up, wrapping around my waist and dragging me closer. My good intentions of enjoying her body gradually, one inch at a time, floats away as I feel her warmth surround me.
“You gonna move, mate?” she asks, antagonizing me by grinding her pelvis into mine. “Because I need you to move more than I need blood to survive.”
Grinning down at her, I lean in and kiss her nose before pulling my hips back until just the head is inside her. With her little moans and sighs, my control completely snaps and I begin pistoning in and out of her lithe body, her arms wrapped around my neck and her heels digging into my ass as she holds on like a spider monkey.
“Like this?” I huff out, circling my hips, hitting her sweet spot, until I hear her whimper in ecstasy.
“Yes,” she breathes out, her hands now stroking along my shoulders, arms, and torso. “Just like that.” The last word ends on an almost shriek as my dick strokes across her G-spot. “If I spontaneously combust, just know this right here with you is more than I ever imagined it could actually be.”
Since my goal is to eradicate the memory of any former lover from her mind, I amp up my movements, sliding my hand down to slowly circle her clit with my thumb. She gyrates into the pressure, mewling. My eyes gleam as I watch her incisors drop from her gum line, and her beautiful, expressive orbs turn glassy, as a white sheen coating covers her irises. It’s the most mesmerizing sight I’ve ever seen. “Risma,” I murmur as I pull out to where the head of my cock is kissing her entrance before pushing my way in as deep as I can get. “You undo me.”
“Isn’t that the way it’s meant to be?” she slyly asks.
“S’pose so,” I grunt as I impale myself fully into her. “You’ll need to mark me, sweetness, just like I’ll do you.”
“Now?” she pants out, her pussy walls fluttering which has me holding on by a fucking thread.
“Yes.” I hiss out as her fangs pierce the skin at the base of my neck. I can feel the magic swirling as more of our mate bond links together.
My own incisors elongate in preparation and when I feel her body tense and her pussy almost strangles my dick, I thrust three more times then bite my woman as my balls draw up and my seeds life essence pours into her waiting body. As the final link snaps into place, I feel a sense of euphoria that goes beyond a normal orgasm. It’s as if we’re floating high above the clouds, communing with the spirits, getting Mother Earth’s blessing on our mating.
“Baldwin.” Her breathy tone has me feeling ten feet tall right now as she lays beneath me almost boneless.
Leaning in, I softly kiss her while swiping the hair that’s fallen across her eyes away from her beautiful visage. “Sweetness. That was, I don’t really have the words for what that was.”
She looks up at me with a soft smile on her face. “That was two mates finally finding one another, handsome. Because while we’ve decided never to discuss our pasts, I’m sure you’ll agree with me here. It’sneverbeen like this, ever.”
The growl comes much like I expected it to, but it’s not ferocious or fierce, more like an agreeing noise. “No, it hasn’t. And it was only our first time together. Just think about what it’s going to be like when we’ve been together for a while.”
“If it gets any better, I’m not going to survive,” she warns, grinning at me. “Right now, I wouldn’t be able to walk if I had to.”
My bear thumps against my chest in pride, knowing we did that to our mate.
“Then let’s rest a bit before we head back home.”
CHARISMA
As I lay sedatelyin my man’s arms, the last thing I expected was for Esmerelda to come running through the woods, screaming for us to cover up. “Incoming!” she hollers, but there’s no panic laced in her words. Nevertheless, Baldwin and I hop up and toss our clothes back on. Neither one of us is trying to hide our nude bodies from her. With respect to me, at least, she’s seen me au naturale. Even though the little green monster wants to rip her eyes out for seeing my mate, I instinctively know she’s not lookingatus per se; no, she’s probably got her eyes set above our heads or something like that because she might give me shit, but she won’t embarrass me in front of him. Yet anyhow. I’m sure it’s going to happen because that’s one of the foundations of our friendship, snarky teasing. Now that I’ve got a mate, I’m sure she’s going to have plenty of fodder to add to her impressive arsenal. Of course, I’ve got more because I’m older, which she reminds me of quite frequently.
“Friends?” Baldwin inquires as he zips up his jeans before stepping into his boots, not bothering to lace them up as he follows it up by tossing his shirt over his head and feeding his arms through the holes.
“A past acquaintance's granddaughters,” she replies, mumbling some chant under her breath with her arms raised high in the air.
“She’s breaking the ward to let something, or someone through,” I point out to my mate. “So, it’s not dangerous to our township.”
“No, she’d never purposefully place any of us in danger,” I supply. “But she has lines drawn on her face, so whatever company we’re receiving, comes bearing some bad news.” My eyes widen when I notice three dragons circling high above us, and they’re not alone, there are three women riding along on their backsides. I assume they’re women considering they’re all wearing skirts that are billowing in the wind as their counterparts soar through the clouds.
“You are invited to enter our lands,” Esmerelda hollers, holding open the gateway for their easy entrance.