Chapter 17 – Mutual Pairing❤❤
It was a bizarre sensation, Reilin's glassy stare piercing through us as I positioned myself behind Illia. There wasn't much ritual to the act, at least not externally. We had to engage physically, forming a connection with the body-parts of the affinities being paired.
Illia was noted for her mastery of darkness. Unlike with Reilin, there was no need for concern engaging with her anally. Maintaining her palms down position, she jutted out her ass, its thick curves serves as a nest for her place of power. Gazing down upon it the shadows of the room began to spin, "You'll treat it with respect," she told me.
I wasn't put off by the order. I was about to take her from behind, a position naturally steeped in dominance. If we were to achieve unity she needed to assert herself. The dark waves of her hair cascaded down her back, slipping across her velvet dress. I placed a hand at her side. The fabric slid beneath my fingers. She was warm, with a supple give between her skin and ribs. It was a comforting sensation, like burying yourself in a quilt on a rainy afternoon. I'd categorized Illia as an illusion of domesticity wrapping a venomous core. Feeling her like this I wondered if she could be a nesting doll, alternating layers of care and spite. I was about to feel what lay at her center.
Her head spun, nearly 180 degrees, an strigidaean, owl-like edge, animalistic from Growth and nocturnal from Darkness. Her spine didn't crack, it was smooth and silent, her eyes appeared larger, deep black pools, and her nose had taken on a pronounced hook. I'd not before seen her mantle. Most saved them for moments of intensity, desperate combat or deep connection. I'd yet to release my own.
Looking into her eyes the Hearthlight stirred within me, I glanced down and saw the orange luminescence blooming from the veins in the back of my hand. Heat rose in my throat and my hair began to lick, fighting to escape its tie. I burned with want and was desperately rigid, roaring light pushing the confines of my shaft beyond its natural limit. This was the fuel I reserved from my students, too hot, too real. Illia could take it, those black orbs drank in the light, didn't tighten.
"I'd wondered," she said, small proto-feathers spouting from her mane, and leaned her back into me, nestling her face in into my lively forge-lit tangle. The voice was only partly hers, our bodies were speaking an ingrained, primordial language, one we'd accepted at the culmination of our studies.
My cock pressed into the flesh beneath her tailbone, she worked it, teasing me in tight circles, corralling me closer to the source of her soft strength. My ember-like fingers pressed into the flesh of her breasts and she gave my neck a playful bite, just enough to enrage, to make me buck, then I sank into her.
"Mmmmph..." she moaned into my neck, unwinding down around me. She was used to length, didn't shy from it. Her body held and caressed, loved with a mind-numbing, alien grip.
I was a torch in her belly, awakening forces that would otherwise rest unbothered. She squirmed and cooed for me, "Serica..." as I held her tight and delivered another thrust. The process of pairing required its participants to abandon control. I felt her own mentality pushing at mine, trying to settle, and knew she was entertaining the same process. Her soul was weary edge surrounding something delicate. Accepting it was accepting being cut, holding tight against blades that could kill in self-preservation, and trusting. The last time I'd tried, my trust was misplaced. Either through malice or an inability to let go, I couldn't tell which, my partner had consumed part of me, offering nothing in return.
As that abrasive edge rolled across me I realised how precarious the situation I'd let myself fall into truly was. In my need to help those girls, I'd placed my very being in the hands of someone who'd burned numerous others.
"Serica," she groaned, her soul-form catching across my hesitance, "please, you have to meet me here."
Trust stood like a ledge before me, its lip only grew higher. We both felt the repurcussive grasp of my first pairing, trying to replace what had been taken, "Don't do this Ser, you'll hurt both of us..."
She clenched, her breath turned ragged. My climax tried to boil out of me, "I can't let it happen again."
"I'm not going to take from you. Just meet me here-aaah..." her hips pushed into me as ripping energy tore between our forms.
She is going to take....
"Illia please, just promise, whatever happens... you'll help them." That was all that mattered here. She could have the rest if some good would come of it.
"I'm not-" her teeth pressed into my neck, angry, and she relaxed her grip, began riding, trying to find her own enjoyment in the act. I just held onto that space, hoping, as she clenched and rolled over me, chest heaving.
I ground my soul-form against hers, accepting its grit, and found it to be nothing more than goosebumps. This, it felt like more, not less. More memory, more joy, and more heartbreak. Our sacred shared energies, folding within her, took on a new shade.
"Ill-" I groaned, and thrust into her again, felt her wrap and twirl around me, sweating and desperate, "I'm sorry!"
Explosive heat rolled to the head of my cock, I throbbed, pulsed. My hands gripped her hips and I felt her exult internally at being taken so fully.
"It's okay Ser, I'm so close..." her hand worked at her dripping sex, "Just release, and I'll let go..."
I lost myself inside of her, my jaw clenched as I spewed waves into her spasming grip. Space constricted around our astral selves, rolling us together into a single point.
The tension dissipated, the two of us were locked in a twin-body euphoria of gratitude and relief. There was no apology I could give that she hadn't already accepted.
Lingering in that moment, I found her defining element, the source of her ambition and resolve, the reason she'd decided to help.