by Shayn Bloom
Because you’re an idiot, my alter ego informs me. That’s how.
Stay out of this! I shout at her. Go away!
“What’s with it?” Gabriel asks, panting. “What’s wrong?”
I face-palm. “We forgot!”
“Forgot what?”
“The Puridites!” I’m so ready to make him mine! To be rid of my virginity forever. None of that will be happening. I can’t think about it anymore. It’s too painful. “We can’t do this,” I tell him. “Remember? They’ll come here if we do! Wizards can’t be with Immags – you said so yourself! Did you forget?”
Swiping his blond hair to the side of his forehead, Gabriel gazes past me and out the window, the turquoise of his eyes lost to unknown thoughts. “No,” he says finally, “I didn’t forget. I can’t forget. Try having a political party as unreasonable as the Puridites rule your world. Trust me – they hammer their ways into your skull, but I wasn’t going to let them get in our way.”
I stare at him, my body still hot. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am,” he counters. “I’m not afraid of them, Nora. I – I like you,” he says falteringly. “I like you a lot. I may be an asshole sometimes. That’s the way I am. Doesn’t mean I can’t – can’t… love.”
Oh geez. There it is!
“You love me?” I gasp, staring into his eyes. “For real?”
He blinks. Nods. “I think so, Nora. Lord help me.”
Oh shitballs!
What do I do now? Do I say ‘I love you’ back? Or would that be unspontaneous? If I don’t say it, he may think I don’t love him. Everything could fall apart. Fucking fuck! What do I do? What do I do? I’m lost for actions. I can either be unloving or unspontaneous? Which should I choose?
I open my mouth. “Gabriel, I –”
Seizing me, he kisses me hard, filling me – my every crevice, my every inch with the majesty of his being. Oh sweet tickling gloriousness, how you fall upon me. Mercy! My breasts and pussy are aflame, burning me down. Oh geez, he’s inside me! Inside my mouth with his tongue. Massaging my soul.
Turquoise eyes are alight. “I’m taking off your shirt now.”
“But!” I splutter, “the Puridites?”
Gabriel grins, dazzling me in white teeth. “Fuck ‘em.”
Grabbing his face, I start kissing him furiously. Gabriel pulls my turtleneck up to my neckline and then over my head. For the merest second our connection is interrupted and it’s agony to my hungrily lapping consciousness. He’s visible and I’m upon him, sucking the sweet of his lips.
Carnivorous!
I’m so blinded by my appetite for him it’s a moment before I realize my breasts are free. Completely visible. No sooner do I realize this then break from him, releasing his face and covering myself with crossed arms. Turquoise eyes are alive above a wide smile. I’m blushing furiously, tightening my arms.
“Stop looking at me!”
He leans back on his hands. The better to take me in. “Bashful? I wouldn’t have guessed. Your clothes came off so easily!”
I blush still further at this. “I was distracted!”
“I could tell,” he murmurs.
“Yeah, well,” I begin distantly, “good luck getting the rest of my clothes off!”
Some of my dignity will be preserved. I still have my blue jeans and panties on. Gabriel draws his wand from the pocket of his tangerine robes and begins twirling it between his fingers. Never a good sign.
“You wouldn’t dare!” I hiss.
Eyebrows rise. “Think so?”
Oh fuck! So much for my dignity.
Curling up against the wall, my arms covering my exposed breasts, I glare at him. Secretly, I’m crazy turned on by his threats to charm my clothes off. “If you do,” I threaten, “I’ll write the Bureau of Magic! Tell them what you’ve been doing with me. They’d fire you as a Releaser, I’m sure!”
He cocks his head to the side. “Ingenious,” he says, “except not. The Bureau would never take the word of an Immag over that of a wizard, not even concerning the wizard’s breach of the law. The system is rampant with abuse and you can see why. The Bureaus biggest enemy is its belief system.”
Fucking shitballs.
He got me there. I’m too turned on to care. Grabbing him, I suck his face. Oh he’s wonderful in my mouth! Spectacular. Everything I thought he’d be and more! His tongue is a tickling massage inside me. That’s not to mention his taste. Cinnamon and sugar. Unbelievable.
I’m stripping him. Pulling tangerine robes from his shoulders I take them from his body. It’s a bit of a struggle. Soon they’re sprawled on the floor. I notice he’s retained his wand. Worrisome or wondrous? I dearly hope the latter.
Under the robes he’s wearing T-shirt and jeans. Very Immag. I kiss him intermittently as I pull his shirt up and over his head. I suckle his lips a while longer before glancing down. Instantly I’m reminded of my dream in the forest. Of Gabriel and myself on a bed of white surrounded by trees. Of his naked, marble white chest. I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lungs.
The naked chest here is exactly the one I saw. It’s hairless, more toned than muscular except for his nicely shaped pecks. His nipples appear firm to the eyes but are soft to the touch as I feel them with my fingers, rubbing his chest up and down. I’m not controlling myself, my inner animal has taken over.
Sinking his lips to mine, Gabriel devours me, eating me whole, sucking the need from my body through my mouth. There are no words for what he’s doing to me. Only flames. I’m covered in them – my entire body. Most of all my breasts and groin. My breasts are so hard, thirsting for his mouth. My pussy is so wet, thirsting to be dry. It needs him, the power of him, the satisfaction of him, but nothing more than the thrust of him.
I’m so ready!
My fingers are moving without consent. They sink to his waistline and find his zipper without help from my eyes. They roll it down before finding the rims of his jeans and boxers. They pull. Hard! Gabriel is naked before me on the bed, his back against the wall, his blond hair a mess and his eyes crazed with delight.
His cock is madly hard.
Surrounded by the backdrop of his thin frame, it only looks harder. He’s cut – I can tell that much. With my limited experience there’s not much else I can discern. Big or small? I have no comparison.
“What are you staring at?” Gabriel is grinning magnificently. “My face is up here!” Despite him, I can’t rivet my gaze from his throbbing, erect penis. “What? Not big enough for you? I’ll have you know –”
“I wouldn’t know,” I interrupt. “I’ve never seen one before. Not in real life.”
This seems to cheer him up. Fixing me with his blazing turquoise eyes, he doesn’t look away. Not as he unzips my jeans. Not as he pulls them from my body. Not as he pulls my panties down my legs and tosses them aside.
We’re naked in bed. Possibilities!
“Deep breath,” Gabriel says, sliding one arm under my neck and pushing me down on the pillow with his free hand. I’m prostrate on the bed facing the ceiling. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his hand now massaging my chest. “Nothing to worry about,” he reassures, accurately interpreting my nerves. “Nothing to see here…”
Unbelievable. How exciting it is having a guy touch my chest at last. Not simply touching, but massaging – feeling every part of me. One second sliding over my stomach, the next circling my nipples with his thumb. Gabriel is so good at it. They harden and then soften and then harden and then soften. He’s torturing me with pleasure. It’s so, so working. I can’t get enough!
He kisses me, the cinnamon of his tongue blessing my mouth. Conflicted thoughts falling away, I’m airborne, flying through the sky on a sugary carpet ride. What a transport! What a kiss! I’m lost to him.
Slowly – so slowly – his mouth leaves mine. Sinks to my chest. He’s drenching my left nipple in his tongue, swirling around me and lighting my every fuse. I am burning alive under the expert move of his every flick. Ge
ez, I thought getting felt up was good! I couldn’t begin to imagine a minute ago.
Releasing my nipple, he finds my mouth. Something new is happening. His hand is massaging me. But not just massaging me. It’s going lower and lower, closer and closer to where I’m afraid of it going. Then he’s there, first massaging around it. Then massaging around it more. Then more.
He’s inside me!
Turquoise eyes find me. Their flames are alive above an unrepressed smile. “My finger’s in your cunt.”
The nerve!
“I noticed,” I inform him.
“How does it feel?”
I try and swipe my hair behind my ear. Hard when a pillow is right behind you. “It feels fine.” I’m trying my best to sound cool and nonchalant. “I was hoping for something else there to be honest.”
He dazzles me in a fresh smile. “I know you were,” he remarks. “I’m testing the waters. Literally,” he adds, pulling his finger from me. Geez, it does look wet! And – swiping his blond hair to the side of his forehead with is free hand – Gabriel raises his freed finger. “To your health, Nora.”
He licks his finger dry.
Not gonna lie – kinda turned on by that. “How does it taste?”
Geez, I feel so dirty saying these things!
Turquoise eyes meet the ceiling, his expression thoughtful. “Like chai latte!”
“Yay!” I exclaim.
I want to start kissing again so I sit up. He pushes me back down. He’s grasping his wand. His magical wand… I guess that doesn’t narrow it down much either. “Be still!” he commands, raising his wand.
“What are you going to do?” I gasp.
Geez, I didn’t mean to sound that worried.
Yes you did, observes my alter ego. You confused thing, you!
Shut the fuck up! I shout her down. I’m trying to have fun here!
“A couple of spells,” Gabriel responds. “Be still!”
Not entirely convinced, I refrain from moving. Instead, I stare at him as he raises his wand. If he’s going to curse me he’ll at least have the guilt of my lingering stare forever stamped on his soul.
“Alleviate!” Gabriel enunciates, pointing his wand at my pussy.
Nothing happens. What the fuck?
I prop myself up the better to see my no-no place. “What did you –?”
“Shh!” Gabriel interrupts. Looking down at his naked form, he taps his erect cock with his wand. “Affixi!” A ghostly sheath enwraps itself around him, tightens, and disappears. What the flying shitballs?
“What –?”
Grasping my breasts with his hands, his mouth finds me, burying his tongue inside me. I’m his everything! His host. His meal. His consciousness inside another. I love it! I love the feeling of his mad desire, of his hands grasping at my chest like an animal, of his turquoise eyes lost of all sense of sight, blazing and luminous. He’s taken. Gone. Lost to his urges. I wouldn’t have him any other way!
My turn.
Pushing him from me hard, I dart from his grasp. He lunges for me but I dodge him. He raises his wand. Now’s my chance to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while. Without waiting for his curse, I snatch his wand away and throw it across the room. It hits the wall opposite, falling behind my bed. Good! Hard to get at. Swiping his blond hair to the side of his forehead, Gabriel is looking daggers at me. He throws himself at me. I dodge him, waving. Baiting him.
“No wand dear wizard,” I taunt, “we’re on even footing at last!”
Turquoise eyes narrowing, Gabriel launches himself at me. He catches me near the headboard. Sinking his lips to mine, he’s ready to consume me. With an almighty heave, with everything I’ve got, I push him hard. He falls backward on the bed with an unrestrained gasp, facing the ceiling.
I sit up as he’s doing the same. I don’t have much time. Grabbing him by the feet, I pull him closer to me. This destabilizes him and he falls backward with a grunt. He’s nearly up again – looking furious now – when I manage to do what I’ve been trying to do this whole fucking time.
I grasp his penis.
And lick it.
Softly at first. Then furiously. Putting everything I have into it.
The fight goes out of him instantly. Breathing hard, he falls back to the sheets, prostrate. Staring at the ceiling. His heart haywire. Feeling the tickle of my tongue on him. Snuggling into the sheets, he moans my name.
Geez, I didn’t know I was that good!
The taste? Well, it doesn’t taste like chai latte… Let’s put it that way. It tastes like warm salt water. Smells like chlorine. He feels better. I’m loving this – the feeling of his throbbing fullness inside me. If his tongue is satisfying it’s nothing compared to this. Though his tongue tastes better…
“Stop!” Gabriel moans at last. “Stop – don’t finish me off!”
Sitting up, I wipe his pre cum from my lips. Then smack them. “Doesn’t taste like magic,” I tell him, grinning.
“Go fuck yourself.” But he’s grinning wider. And he’s kissing me, the bliss of him making me lightheaded and high. Here’s the taste I like! Cinnamon and sugar. Salty warmth is hardly necessary!
Warmth is.
And I’m burning. On fire for him. For his blond hair. For his white teeth. For his marble skin. Most of all for those turquoise eyes! The same that claim my soul as their property. I’m his for the ruining! I love it! I love him! The sensation of him in my mouth. In my soul. Everywhere!
My pussy is exploding. Crying out for desperate mercy. It wants pleasure. It wants fun. Most of all it wants relief. Relief from the drenching, all encompassing agony brought by unmet desire. All my senses have feasted. Except for her. Tortured feelings are rippling up and down my body, making me tense.
Gabriel massages my breasts as he kisses me. I’m bursting, ripping apart with pleasure, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. I can’t imagine what it will be like. I think I’m going to cry out. I don’t want to, but I don’t think I’ll have a choice. It’s taking restraint now not to moan my pleasure.
Gabriel breaks from me. My mouth finally free, I open it to speak. Clasping his hand over it, he silences me. He pushes me up until my back is against the headboard and my bottom sprawled across Kiri’s pillow. Fuck! I forgot – this is her bed! Too late now… Gabriel is clasping my ankles, keeping them high. Oh geez, I know what’s coming next. Him. His thick, throbbing gloriousness.
“Take a deep breath,” Gabriel orders. This I can’t help. I’m practically hyperventilating. But I take an extremely obvious, deep breath to satisfy him. Fat lot that will do. “Are you ready?” Oh wizards and their niceties. I guess they can’t help themselves. I nod once. Close my eyes.
He thrusts into me.
My eyes fly open.
Holy fuck!
Crazily enormous! I feel him stretching me apart, all my insides. Unbelievably, it doesn’t hurt! It – it… feels good! It feels so wondrously good! Like a burning, aching pain doused in cold water. It’s relief. Filling! Literally. His cock is a battering ram breaking down my innocence. I love it! I love it so much! I moan against him as he plunges in and out of me, doing away with me.
I cry out in pain when he hits a crag. Only happens once. The rest is a bed of bliss, of softly sensuous massaging wet that threatens to drown me in pleasure. A living thing can’t feel this good! It’s impossible. Surely I’ll have a heart attack to pay for it. If I knew it was coming would I stop? No…
Gabriel’s breath is coming in gasps, his own pleasure shaking him. Closing my eyes, I listen to the sound of his exertion. It’s like music to my ears, like waves lapping against distant shores. As my hearing tightens, I make distinctions. His breaths are coming faster, his pounding of my pussy quickening.
It’s coming like a far away tsunami. Sometimes seeming close, sometimes far, but always on the horizon. Always a threat. My heart rate is picking up. My breasts are enlarged and aroused. My pussy is engulfed in flames. The tsunami is going to put it out. It’s
coming! It’s here! But I… I – I!
I burst around his cock, exploding into screams of pleasure. My arms and legs spreading in every direction, my body shuddering madly and bursting like a water balloon of sweat over Kiri’s bed.
The tsunami has arrived.
Gasping for breath, I try and sit up. But I collapse back to the bed, my body destroyed. Gabriel collapses in place beside me. We lay there like wasted hounds, our exhausted gasps falling in sync.
The residue of our pleasure is soaking the bed beneath us. We’re in a pool of it. Geez, Kiri is going to be so mad … you know what? Fuck her. She was getting all up in my grill right before leaving. She deserves a little payback. Accusing me of dating a ‘dangerous’ boy. What am I? A biker bitch?
Our gasping breaths subsiding, Gabriel frowns at me.
“What?” I’m feeling self-conscious.
He shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says, his brow furrowed. “I – I thought I smelled something a moment ago. For a second I thought it was… Never mind. I wonder what Merri would make if it.”
“How is Merri?” I’m hoping to distract him.
Oh geez, do I smell? Smelling bad is a pet peeve of mine. I can’t stand it. Getting up, I go to my chest of draws. Finding my perfume, I spray it all over my naked body. Liberally. There! That’s better.
“She’s well,” Gabriel muses from the bed, watching me. “Started hunting at night like normal owls. Took me by surprise. Funny owl…” His thoughts seem elsewhere. Probably on my terrible odor.
Perfumed and fantastic, I go back to bed and curl up beside him. His blond hair looks epic after sex. Maybe because he swept it aside so much. It’s wonderful, messy, bringing out the crazy turquoise of his eyes. Rubbing his sweaty chest, I sink in for a simple kiss on the lips. Nothing special. Nothing better.
I tell him, “You were amazing!”
Turquoise eyes reflect me. “So were you.”
“Has your life improved now?” I ask playfully.
He gazes up at the ceiling, his tone mocking. “Well, naturally.”
I’m about to respond when I recognize a strange pang. It comes from afar, from many weeks back. Something I don’t feel much anymore. Hunger! Not for Gabriel. Not for sex. For food! Bizarre for it to come so randomly. I feel like I’ve lost all touch with my body since coming to Evergreen State College. Well, except when having explosive, orgasmic sex with my wizard friend.
