CarnalHealing

by Virginia Reede

  “Jesus,” he said. “We need to…we need to get somewhere so I can touch every part of you.”

  “Not unless I get a turn too.” Reluctantly, Leonore released his cock, then felt his finger slide out of her cunt. Her breath was already ragged, but she reached for the banister and pulled herself to her feet.

  Luckily, it was only a few steps to the bed.

  They wouldn’t have made it otherwise.

  Leonore’s jeans were already unzipped and pulled partway down her hips, so she pulled them past her ass, then sat on the bed to tug them the rest of the way off. Before she could finish, Jeff lifted her and tossed her onto her back in the center of the bed, then grabbed the hem of both jean legs and tugged. Laughing, Leonore lifted her legs so they could slide off more easily.

  “You too,” she told him, and he stepped out of his jeans and crawled up the bed so he was kneeling between her thighs.

  “Off with the T-shirt, woman,” he commanded, then helped Leonore pull it over her head.

  He grinned and did that eyebrow dance Leonore was already starting to love. “Let’s see…where to start,” he teased, then slid backward and leaned toward her pussy, tongue already visible between his lips.

  “Whoa,” she said. “Just wait a minute. If you get to feel what it’s like when you go down on me, then I want to know what a blowjob is like for you. Lie on your side.”

  He stopped, shrugged and obeyed. Leonore pivoted, then lay facing him. The tip of his cock was right in front of her mouth, and she reached to pull it closer, just as she felt the side of his head rest against her thigh as he nuzzled his face between her legs and put the tip of his tongue against her clitoris.

  She felt his body tense, and she opened her mouth and slid her lips around the head of his cock.

  The simultaneous tingle of her clit, which he was licking and sucking and pushing against the edge of his teeth with his tongue, and the unfamiliar throb of her phantom cock as she sucked, hard, almost made Leonore come on the spot. But she was afraid that if she did, he would too, and she didn’t want this new, amazing sensation to stop.

  With her free hand, Leonore encircled the shaft of his penis and rubbed her thumb along the line of taut flesh on the underside. The intensity of the pleasure made her understand why almost every man she’d ever touched in that spot moaned aloud. Leonore did so herself and almost laughed when she heard Jeff doing the same. They sounded like they were performing in stereo.

  Which, she supposed, they were.

  She let his cock slide out of her mouth and nibbled along the underside, then caught the shaft between her teeth, gently. She felt the pressure and played with the line between pain and pleasure. Amazing. She cupped his balls, squeezed experimentally. Careful, she told herself. Too much of that particular good thing could be dangerous.

  Leonore’s attention was wrenched away, back to her own body. Jeff’s fingers were in her, his lips around her clit, sucking as he flicked his tongue against its center. Leonore’s orgasm was close, and she released his cock, hoping it wasn’t too late. She wanted to feel him come, but…not yet.

  He pulled a slick finger from her pussy and slid it into her anus, and she came almost instantly. Her back arched, and Jeff pulled his mouth off her clit, panting.

  Leonore had closed her eyes, but she opened them to see if he was coming too. She didn’t think so—she would have felt it—but she wanted to make sure.

  Jeff’s cock glistened wetly with her saliva, and it looked hard enough to cut diamonds, but he wasn’t coming yet.

  “I have to fuck you right now,” Jeff said, his voice raspy, and Leonore scrambled to change positions as he got to his knees and spread her legs wide. He plunged his cock into her, like a sword sliding cleanly into its sheath, all the way to the hilt.

  Leonore shrieked and he growled.

  She thrust her hips forward, easily finding his rhythm, and the twin pounding of his cock and her cunt was almost too much pleasure to bear.

  Almost.

  Leonore realized Jeff was saying something, speaking almost in a chant. She tried to make out the words.

  “Oh god, Leonore, let me fuck you. Let me fuck you. Let me fuck…ahhh.”

  The muscles of her pussy gripped him tight, and it was as if she could feel every ridge and vein in his cock, just as she knew he could feel every hot, wet crevice of her cunt.

  “I always wanted,” Leonore panted, between thrusts, “to know what it felt like to fuck me.”

  “Now,” Jeff said, groaning, “you know.”

  She wanted to squeeze him harder, tighter.

  “Fuck me in the ass,” she managed to say. “I want to feel…how tight it is. Please, Jeff…”

  She sensed his hesitation—was this too much? But he pulled his cock from her, leaving an excruciating void. His groan told Leonore that he felt it too, and he helped her as she scrambled to her knees and turned her back to him.

  “Slowly,” she warned him. “You have to give me time to relax and open up. If you go too fast, it’ll hurt.”

  “If I hurt you, I’ll know,” he said, and Leonore realized he was right.

  She felt the head of his cock pressing against the tight muscles of her anus, then begin to slowly push inside. She gave an involuntary squeeze, and felt the shock from both sides of the equation, his and hers. Delicious.

  “A little more,” she breathed.

  “I know,” he answered, and pushed farther inside. Leonore felt the moment when her muscles, after a last hesitation, opened to admit him, as his throbbing cock slid more deeply into her.

  “Ohhhh,” she moaned. “That’s so tight.”

  “I don’t know how long I can do this,” Jeff said, as he slid back a few inches, then thrust again.

  “Let’s find out,” she said, pushing back and accepting all of him. “Come on, Jeff, fuck me. Fuck me until we both come.”

  Groaning, he did as she asked.

  Leonore’s magic, which had been enveloping them with a warm buzz, letting them just feel the sensations, not interfering, suddenly flowed into them with a vengeance. Every mirrored thrust, every twin pulse, every stereo throb sizzled and popped with current. Leonore was in her body, in his, in the room watching them. Colors swirled, sparks rose, and wave after wave of pleasure reverberated through their flesh and into the surrounding air.

  A voice was screaming, and Leonore didn’t know if it was hers or Jeff’s, and it didn’t matter. As her orgasm began to rise, she was aware of an increasing intensity in the throbbing pulse of his cock, a contraction of his balls. She could feel these things from within her own body and from inside his skin. When his cum burst into her, the release, for both of them, felt as if Leonore were being lifted into the air.

  The tendrils of her magic slowly, tenderly withdrew, like tide retreating from a shore. Leonore opened her eyes, almost surprised to find she was not floating, but lying amid a tangle of sheets and pillows. Jeff lay on top of her, his cock still deep in her ass. As he slowly pulled it out, Leonore realized she could no longer feel what he was feeling, only the slide of his withdrawal from her very tender flesh. She rolled to one side, and he settled next to her, then pulled her head onto his shoulder.

  “If it’s always going to be like that,” he said, “I’m not sure whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

  “What do you mean?” Leonore asked.

  “I may never make it to work again,” he said. “I’ll just stay home and fuck all day.”

  Leonore laughed. “You have babies to save, Jeff. You have to get out of bed eventually.”

  “Do I have to?” He pulled Leonore closer. “Can’t I save them from here?”

  “I can’t see how,” she told him. “As attractive as I find the idea.”

  He was silent for a moment, then drew back and settled on one elbow, looking down at her. She couldn’t read his expression.

  “I was thinking,” he said.

  “No good can come of that,” Leonore said. She didn’t want
to change the mood, to go back to a reality where livings had to be made, and dangers avoided. She wanted to stay in their comfortable sex cocoon.

  “Leonore, I’m serious.”

  She sighed, resigning herself to the inevitable. But when he went on, what Jeff said surprised her.

  “I may not be able to save children from this bed, but I think there may be a way I can save them with you by my side.”

  Leonore lifted her head from the pillow enough to shake it. “I already told you, it drains my magic. I can’t heal your patients for you.”

  “That’s not what I mean.” His expression was even more solemn, and a tinge of worry threatened to ruin Leonore’s sex-induced euphoria. “Leonore, I think there’s a way you can use your gift to safely help children. Without depleting yourself too much, and without compromising the treatment of others.”

  Leonore waited. He stroked her hair. “You can help me. If what you tell me is true, you would be able to tell whether a treatment is working long before the lab tests and comparisons against control groups yield any valuable information.”

  “I-I could?” Of course she could.

  “Yes.” His smile was absolutely gleeful. “All I can tell from a test is that the subject has more or less of the right kind of cells in his body. I can’t know whether that’s being caused by the treatment. That’s why it takes so long to tell if something is actually working, to get the right dosages, to know if there are any side effects. If I understand what you told me earlier, you can.”

  Leonore was dubious. “Even if I helped you, you’d still have to go through all the regular testing before you got approval from the AMA.”

  “That’s true. But a huge amount of the normal trial and error I have to go through, before getting down to the real testing, would be eliminated. You could help me shave years off the process.”

  He stared into her eyes as if willing her to understand. Had those eyes always been so blue, so intense? “Leonore, together, we could save a lot of children’s lives. Thousands.”

  Leonore felt a pressure in her chest, like a sob about to break. But it wasn’t sadness. “Thousands?”

  “Maybe tens of thousands.”

  Leonore barely had time to process what that might mean, when she heard the strains of Spooky coming from somewhere in the house. Jeff started to laugh.

  “I just realized, that’s your cell phone. I thought I heard it playing while we were having sex and I thought I imagined it. I never would have guessed you would pick that song for a ring tone.”

  “I didn’t,” Leonore said, as the opening bars trilled again. “Ludmilla—Millie—is always taking my phone and changing the custom tones. Spooky means that she’s the one calling—it’s her idea of a joke.” She looked at him. “Seriously, you heard it during that? I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have heard a police siren, if it was going off next to my head.”

  “Like I said, I thought it was just part of the whole experience.”

  The ringing started again and Leonore groaned. “She’s not going to give up.” She pulled herself from his arms. The air in the room was warm, as if the heat of their sex magic lingered.

  “There’s a bathrobe on the inside of the closet door,” Jeff said, pulling the comforter up to his chin.

  Leonore retrieved the robe, and put it on as she headed down the stairs. Her cell phone was in her purse, which sat on the coffee table. She managed to grab it before the call went to voice mail.

  “What?” she asked, trying her best to sound annoyed.

  It must not have worked, because Millie just laughed. “What, yourself. You ignoring your phone? Were you and the good doctor doing the nasty?”

  “Never mind,” Leonore replied, her face flushing, even though she knew no one could see her. She sat down on the sofa. “What’s so important that you keep calling back?”

  “We need to meet,” Ludmilla said, the teasing tone abruptly gone from her voice. “All of us.”

  Leonore sighed. Millie was right—if the Draíodóir was still alive, they had to find him, or some way to deal with him. “When?”

  “Tonight,” she said. “At seven.”

  “Okay,” Leonore replied, resigned. “I can be home in twenty minutes.”

  “Not at your house,” Millie said. “According to what Tish told me, the Draíodóir knows who you are. He probably knows where you live too. She’s stopping by your place and picking up some clothes and you’re staying at her house.”

  “What about you?” Leonore asked. “He came to your shop.”

  “We don’t know it was the same guy,” she said. “But Letisha thinks I should let one of the girls take over managing the shop for a week and tell everyone I’m taking a vacation, just to be safe. She wants me to stay at her place too.”

  “There’s only the one spare bedroom,” Leonore told her. “If we both stay there, someone’s going to have to sleep on that horrible sofa of hers.”

  “You can stay here,” said a voice from behind Leonore. She turned. Jeff had put his jeans back on and was coming down the stairs. “Sorry to eavesdrop, but as long as that guy is still out there, I wouldn’t get much rest if I thought you were somewhere he could find you.”

  “Is that him?” Millie gushed in Leonore’s ear. “Oooh, sexy voice. And he wants to protect you—that’s so sweet. When do I get to meet him?”

  “Soon,” Leonore said, not sure if it was true. Oh hell, it probably was. “So, we’re meeting at Letisha’s? Did someone get hold of Lavinia?”

  “Vinnie says she might come. I’m considering driving down there and picking her up, since I promised Tish I’d stay away from the shop.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you at seven,” Leonore told her, and she ended the call.

  Jeff sat down next to her on the sofa. “So, is the coven meeting?”

  “We don’t use that word,” Leonore said. “We’re a circle of sisters. But, yeah, we need to figure out what to do about the Draíodóir.”

  “I’m serious about you staying here,” he said. “If you don’t, I’ll just worry about you.”

  She was quiet. The old Leonore would have said no without thinking. But the idea of being here, of seeing him every day, of waking up in his bed…

  “Besides,” he said. “You have to drive me to work. My car is a total loss, and I have a feeling your friend Tish is right about the insurance company.”

  “I thought you walked to work,” she said.

  “Yeah, but it’ll be getting cold soon. You wouldn’t want me shivering out there, would you?”

  He was smiling, but there was something serious in his expression too. She needed to be sure. “Jeff, I’ve never even dated anyone seriously before. I’m not sure I’d be very good at…”

  “Cohabit? Don’t worry, I’m a pro. I can get you letters of recommendation from former live-in girlfriends if you like.”

  “Jeff!” She picked up a sofa pillow and whacked him with it. She was joking, but was surprised to feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought of other women in his life. That was new too.

  “Leonore, we can take it a day at a time. If it’s not working, you can always stay with one of your sisters.” He put both arms around her. “But I have a strange feeling it won’t come to that.

  Weirdly, so did Leonore. But she wasn’t ready to tell him that. “Well, if you’re sure…”

  “I’m sure,” he said. He put one hand on her chin and lifted her face so their lips were inches apart. “Besides, I’m supposed to be your one true love. And who are we to fight destiny?”

  Who, indeed?

  The End

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