Psychic Eclipse (of the Heart)

by Amie Gibbons

  He nodded, pushing up against my opening. “I just want to know if it’s possible. I could feel women who could bear demon babies when I was human. I’ll know once I’m inside you if it’s true. I’ll spell so they’ll be blanks, if I need to.”

  I stared him in the eyes.

  I wanted him.

  But…

  But he’d abandoned me.

  Carvi kept his eyes on mine as he slid his hands down my legs.

  “Fast and dirty fucking is what you’re going to get, lea,” he said. “We don’t have time for more.”

  The question of if I was okay with that was implied.

  I didn’t answer.

  Carvi nodded and dropped down, biting my thigh too fast for me to react.

  I screamed without sound as I threw my head back, coming hard.

  He kept sucking as he played with my front, teasing another orgasm outta me on top of the last.

  I was still floating on it when he climbed on the table with me and grabbed my breasts, pushing them together.

  He pumped between them with the superspeed almost all of them could do and I nodded toward his arm and took over pushing my breasts together.

  He fell forward on one arm, holding the other over my mouth.

  I bit into his wrist with the extra strength his blood gave me and sucked him hard as he screamed and came between my breasts.

  He slid off and left me shaking.

  I still wanted more from him.

  I could feel how much he wanted from me.

  “When we get them back,” he said, voice rough, grabbing paper towels and ripping a few off.

  He didn’t hand them to me, choosing instead to wipe my breasts down himself, staring me in the eyes as he cleaned me off.

  I licked my lips.

  Feeling something I couldn’t identify as he cleaned me.

  He nodded as he finished up, and threw the towels away.

  I sat up, looking at him.

  He had some cum dripping from his still stiff member.

  “God, I was hoping to have it out of my system by now,” he whispered. “Can’t go into the land of sex Fae with energy like this.”

  “Really?” I asked slowly, meeting his eyes.

  “I fucked on the way here,” he said, “but I wasn’t feeling it. I was focused on you. So I used the energy, but didn’t work out the tension.”

  “Any way to tell how much time has passed there?”

  I licked my lips.

  We couldn’t be irresponsible and go at it while AB was in danger in the cell.

  Unless time was moving really slowly over there.

  Carvi called Pyro in, and I pulled my ripped shirt over my front, covering me about as much as a hand towel.

  Carvi asked Pyro about the timing over there, and my carpet shot me a look before typing out Fairy was on slow right now.

  Carvi and I stared at each other.

  “Pyro could set up the candles and stuff to open the door to make it easier,” I said, “while we…”

  I couldn’t finish it.

  Even in mental speak.

  “Say it, lea,” Carvi said mentally. “Tell me what you want. Tell me!”

  “I want you,” I thought. “I need you. I’ve been through Hell and I have to go back in, and for right now, especially if we have some excuse, I want to make love to you.”

  He shook his head and said out loud, “Say what you mean.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  I’d said that word more in the last fifteen minutes or so than in the last year combined.

  But it’d been one of those days.

  “Pyro, the calculations for the spell still at the conference site?” Carvi asked.

  How did he…?

  Oh yeah, he’d seen it in my head when he did the movie thing to see what’d happened.

  Pyro moved two bumps up in his version of a shrug.

  “Little brown book,” Carvi said. “Fly up and grab it. Supplies should be in the next room.”

  Carvi looked at me.

  I opened my mouth, remembering I couldn’t speak.

  I shrugged.

  Probably a good thing.

  I didn’t want to stop and think.

  Didn’t want to explain myself.

  If we had to take time to set things up, which was more of a one person job anyway, then I wanted to use that time well.

  I nodded and Pyro flew outta the window, leaving a pile of strings on the floor.

  He always shed more when he was pissed off.

  Carvi grabbed me, and I expected him to throw me down right there, but he picked me up, staring into my eyes as I wrapped my legs around him.

  He walked us backwards into the bedroom and through it to the bathroom.

  “You smell like Fae,” he said, voice rough. “I tolerated it there, but if we have a few minutes…”

  I nodded as he walked us into the big glass encased shower next to the whirlpool tub.

  “I could just rip in, so we don’t have to take time setting up the spell,” I thought at him as he turned the water on, holding me with one arm like I weighed nothing.

  “The only ripping in that’ll be done here is me into you.”

  I blushed, looking away.

  “We’ll need your energy anyway,” he said, feeling the water. “And if time’s moving slower there, we’re better off getting me powered up and worked out, so I can use this energy instead of them.”

  I nodded.

  I liked that explanation.

  Made me feel less selfish.

  “What do you want?” he asked as I hopped down and hit the hot water.

  “You,” I thought as I wet my hair.

  “Oh, you’ll get me.”

  He pulled off his shirt and slid down his slacks.

  There’d been no underwear.

  “I mean, how do you want it?” he asked. “I’m not feeling gentle. And to get satisfaction fast, I want to do this my way.”

  My breath caught as he stepped into the shower and closed the door behind us.

  “Meaning?”

  “You know what it means.”

  He grabbed my wet hair, pulling it back hard.

  My breath sped up and I grabbed his member, hand barely reaching around him at his thickest part.

  He was big and I wasn’t.

  But I was ready and wet.

  “Have your way with me. I want you to.”

  His unneeded breath caught. “Safety word?”

  Ummm. I’d never needed one.

  I blinked, and he pulled my hair hard again, making me gasp.

  “Tootsie roll,” I said the first thing that popped in my head.

  Carvi grinned.

  It made my stomach lurch.

  He grabbed the shampoo and forced me to turn around with one hand on my hair and the other on my hip.

  God, could I take this?

  Neither of us felt gentle.

  And we hadn’t so much as spoken in ten months.

  “Oh, no,” Carvi whispered in my ear as he massaged shampoo into my hair. “You don’t get to be scared now. There’s no backing out now.”

  “Hey, a woman always gets to change her mind,” I snapped mentally.

  He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so water slammed into my face.

  Then his lips were on mine, head blocking most of my face from the water.

  And he kissed me, sucking my tongue into his mouth and making my knees go weak.

  I would’ve been moaning if I could speak.

  “You sure about that, lea?” he whispered once he let me go. “Because you don’t get to say no to me. You say yes now, and we’re fucking. The safety word is for emergencies and to tell me I’m going too far in one specific activity. I don’t suggest you back out completely, since if you do, we’ll be on each other again in a minute anyway.”

  I nodded.

  “Alright,” he said, the word harsh and cruel as he finished massaging the shampoo outta my hair.
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  He conditioned it and left that to sit as he soaped up the loofa and scrubbed me down.

  He nodded and picked me up.

  Dangerous for humans in the shower, since it’s so slippery.

  Not so much for vamps.

  He kissed me hard again. Sucking and rubbing against me, making me gasp.

  “Count,” he said, looking me in the eyes.

  “Count what?” I asked, breathless even in my mind.

  “How many times you come,” he said, grabbing my thigh, holding my leg steady on the middle little shelf where the loofa was, getting us lined up better, and putting his other hand against the wall.

  It was the only warning I got before he licked his lips and shoved into me.

  I gasped with the force and pressure, and Carvi kept his eyes on me as he pumped.

  Giving it to me hard and fast.

  It would’ve hurt if I wasn’t so ready to go.

  My mouth hung open, and my eyes slid closed as I felt him move inside me.

  “No!” Carvi barked. “Keep your eyes open. Don’t close them.”

  I opened my eyes.

  Staring into his.

  I squeezed him with all my muscles and he made a rough noise as he adjusted my leg a bit up.

  I screamed, arching against the tile as I rode it out.

  “Count!” he commanded.

  “One,” I said in my head.

  “Good girl.”

  He slid outta me and put me under the spray to rinse the conditioner out, then turned off the shower, picked me up and walked us out, dropping me on the edge of the bed still soaking wet.

  In more ways than one.

  “You keep count without me reminding you,” he said. “You don’t, and you’ll be punished.”

  The way he said it made me swell, arousal having me ready to go again and again at this point.

  Carvi grabbed both my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed like he’d had me on the table, and he shoved into me straight on.

  I gasped.

  This angle made him slam into something inside, and it was almost too much.

  Almost too painful.

  But I could feel the buildup and I clamped down, hands reaching for him and finally grabbing the cover under me in fistfuls as I arched up with the next wave.

  “Two,” I said, voice rough.

  “There you go,” he said.

  “You still haven’t come,” I said.

  “I know.”

  He grinned, eyes shining.

  Like he was waitin’ on me to figure something out.

  He snorted after a moment and grabbed me, turning me over.

  “Scoot up, on your belly,” he said.

  I did.

  He lay on top of me, slipping in and rubbing me into the bed beneath us, my legs spread enough to get my nub up against the rough top of the duvet.

  Carvi wrapped a hand around my neck from beneath and squeezed.

  I bucked against him and he held me down, going faster as I grabbed his hand.

  Blood pounded in my brain.

  I couldn’t breathe!

  “Feel it,” he whispered. “Feel the lack of oxygen. My dominance. Feel how much you want it.”

  I came, biting the blanket.

  And Carvi roared, pulling my ass up and thumping into me as he grabbed my hips and I gasped in sweet oxygen.

  He screamed as he came, pouring himself into me.

  Still thumping, not losing rhythm as he rode it out.

  I came again, squeezing him as I arched into it.

  “You didn’t count, lea,” he said, a dark chuckle making my stomach lurch.

  “I… I…” I said, limbs collapsing beneath me.

  “Don’t worry,” Carvi whispered, pulling my ass back up into the air. “You’ll enjoy your punishment. And I’ll be careful.”

  He grabbed something from the bedside table, and I looked over to see it was lube.

  I gasped as I realized what he was planning.

  “Carvi!” I said.

  “I’ll be careful,” he said, eyes holding mine. “Back in position.”

  I did, holding myself on the flats of my arms, my butt in the air.

  Carvi leaned over me, running fingers up my back before reaching around and grabbing my breast hard. He pulled me up to hands and knees that way and massaged as he inched himself into my ass.

  I fell down on my face, reaching behind me to grab his member as he pushed just the tip in.

  It didn’t hurt, but if he wasn’t careful…

  I’d never done anal.

  “I know, lea,” Carvi whispered, moving slowly. “That’s why it’s so exciting.”

  He moved a little faster, and I held him hard.

  Making sure he couldn’t go too deep.

  “Let go,” he commanded.

  I did.

  Breath catching with the fear.

  Or something else.

  I couldn’t tell.

  “We both need this,” Carvi said. “The forbidden. The wrong. Feeling that it’s not wrong. We get it now, it can’t touch us in there.”

  He slid in a bit deeper, and I started moving with him.

  He was still going slow, being real careful for him.

  I reached behind me mentally, and grabbed his balls with my powers, tickling and tugging as he moved faster.

  Something in me reacted, and my breath caught as I started to seize up.

  I came and screamed as it caught me off guard, and I squeezed Carvi’s balls hard, making him yell.

  He slid in further and went faster still.

  Oh god, we were really doing this.

  Carvi slid his arm in front of me.

  “Bite me,” he said.

  “But… wrist,” I gasped.

  “You should have enough of my blood to bite through harder parts,” he said. “Bite me on my arm, break through it, or I shove my dick down your throat without washing it first.”

  Ew, no.

  That broke through the fuzz of pleasure.

  Okay, that was too far. I’d found the line.

  I bit his arm hard as I could, half laughing as it broke under my teeth easily.

  Carvi gasped and went faster.

  I was gonna be so sore after this.

  He pumped, fucking my ass, as he’d say, and I bit and sucked his arm, working it as roughly as he worked me.

  I came again, and my eyes rolled up in my head as I screamed, and he was right behind me, roaring as he bucked deeper, emptying himself into me.

  “Oh, god,” he said, followed by something in another language as he pulled outta me.

  I fell on my belly.

  Unable to move.

  So, so many lines crossed tonight.

  I heard water running and realized he was washing himself off.

  Because he’d just had anal sex.

  With me.

  Oh wow.

  The thought made me wet and horny again.

  Or that could’ve just been his blood.

  “Roll over,” he said.

  I did.

  Carvi held up a pair of handcuffs and crawled on the bed, nodding toward the headboard.

  I nodded back and inched up, putting my hands up.

  Carvi handcuffed me to one of the bars and bent down, biting my breast without warning.

  I screamed as another orgasm took me by his bite, and he pushed into me, biting and playing with my breast as I raised my hips and wrapped my legs around him, pumping up with him as he went hard.

  He let my breast go.

  “You haven’t been keeping count,” he said, danger riding the tone. “Legs up.”

  I straightened them and lifted, and he pushed them back towards the headboard.

  Ties stretched outta the wood and grabbed my ankles, holding me in the bent position.

  I was flexible, but even with my knees bent, I wouldn’t be able to hold this for long.

  “It’s punishment,” Carvi said, like he’d read my mind.


  Probably had.

  All barriers were down now.

  He played with the lips around my clit before going in and sucking it. I moaned, and he went to work, flicking it with his tongue, bringing me fast.

  “No clue what the count is,” I gasped as I came off it.

  “I know,” he said, pulling back, holding onto my bent-up body and burying himself in me again.

  My legs twitched as my muscles fought against the ties and Carvi went faster.

  I seized up as he grabbed my foot, tickling it as he pounded me harder than he had all night.

  I came again and flopped against the bed.

  Well and truly spent.

  “No,” Carvi said. “You’re spent when I say you are. Or when the spell is ready.”

  How long had we been at this?

  I’d come so many time that it felt longer than it probably was.

  Carvi went down on me and made me come again before he untied me.

  He pulled me off the bed and shoved me to my knees.

  I grinned.

  I knew we’d get to this eventually tonight.

  We’d done this before in the real world.

  I grabbed him, pulling his penis towards my mouth.

  “No,” he said. “Hands behind your back.”

  I did it, and he handcuffed my hands back there.

  He held my face and slid himself into my mouth, pumping into it just like he had my other two holes tonight, well and truly mouth fucking me.

  I gagged as he hit the back of my throat.

  “Take it,” he said. “Don’t gag.”

  “How?” I thought.

  “Use your powers and numb your throat.”

  I focused and made cool power flow down it, holding the gag reflex down.

  Carvi chuckled and shoved deeper, holding my head and making me look up at him as he went as fast as he could.

  I focused on him and licked whatever parts I could reach as he went.

  But I used my powers to unlock the handcuffs and got my hands on him, playing with his balls and tickling them, then pressing my knuckles up into the sensitive spot right behind them.

  Carvi made a gurgling sound, and his eyes flew wide as he lost all rhythm, going like he’d lost all control.

  I held his eyes and he moaned, barely able to keep looking at me as he came down my throat, spilling so far down I didn’t even need to swallow.

  He slid out and stumbled to the side, crashing into the bed as his legs shook and he slid down to the carpet, laying down on his back and patting his chest.

  I lay down on it, cuddling him, petting and stroking the chest and arm parts I could reach without moving.