He continued to penetrate her mouth, moving his hips slowly so that every time he went in her mouth as far as he could before slowly removing it completely. He leaned forward, resting his head and forearms against the wall above her, releasing her hands.
She was careful to keep them above her head level, but she combed through his chest hair with her fingers. She allowed him to set the pace, even though his slow strokes were setting her ablaze. She'd never really found giving head all that enjoyable. It was just something she did, but this was different. Something about the way Aaron had total control made this really sexy. She was literally quivering with excitement as he picked up the pace.
“Do you like it when I fuck your face?” He asked, but he didn't stop doing it in order to give her time to answer. She gave a little moan of pleasure to indicate she did and realized she had been moaning this whole time.
“That's enough”, he said as he pulled out of her warm inviting mouth. Her moaning turned into groaning as she did not want this to end. It was all so pornographic; she'd never been so horny in all her life.
Aaron pulled her up so that she was standing again. “Are you ready?” he asked. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and felt his strong back muscles. Without having to be told she wrapped her leg around him again so that he could test her readiness.
She was ready alright; she was slick with erotic excitement. He grabbed his cock and placed its head at her entrance. He started to kiss her again, but froze to look into her eyes as he pushed into her tight channel. He got the response he wanted when her eyes got wide. She rotated her hips to give him a better angle for his thrusting.
Trapped between him and the wall, she had no where to go. The feeling was pleasurable beyond all reckoning. As he plunged deeper and deeper into her, she realized that just like with the dancing, the Daughters had taken away the joy that this act had for her and Aaron had given it back.
She kissed him with a renewed passion. Her nails running through the cropped hair of his head, wiry sideburns and silky pelt on his chest. The friction of his rhythmic penetration was building a fire inside her. This orgasm was going to be a big one and she planned to use it for her magic so that she could really enjoy the rest of her night with Aaron, knowing her commitment was completed.
In order to get that accomplished she had to get them repositioned so that he was not looking directly at her face. He would be able to see right way what was happening and she didn't want to give him the chance to stop it. She pretended that her leg was tired and gave out a little bit.
Without even a hesitation, he lifted her up and wrapped the remaining leg around him too. He walked them into the living room and set her rump on the back of the couch, never missing a beat.
Perfect she thought. She grabbed his shoulders and arched her back, flinging her head back so that he could only see her neck and chin. He took her offered up breasts in his mouth, kissing the underneath part he found so tantalizing. He nibbled her erect nipple, sucking it hard when she started making more appreciative sounds.
She felt the white energy rising and for the first time since she and Aaron had started dating, she didn't fight it. She let it build and felt secure in its familiarity. She focused her mind and formed the light into two spheres. She'd not gone this long without working her magic since she was a sophomore and didn't want to risk messing it up. She had to do both major spells with the energy from one climax. With the size of the impending storm, she didn't think it'd be a problem.
Aaron wrapped his arms tightly around her cinched waist, keeping her in the arched position while he pushed into her harder and faster. The end was coming and Maeve heard him say her name. She tried not to think about how wonderful it sounded coming from him.
The white energy was still rising and she was not sure that she could manipulate this level, even with her unparalleled control. There was no choice now; the spell must be cast. It was either her or some other matchmaker, she thought. So she concentrated on the first ball of energy, forming it into the tight dense little call spell, and then the more broad recognition spell. She thought the ritual words with each one, engraving them in light. They were ready for the moment if she could only keep her mental faculty.
Their orgasms washed over them both like a tidal wave. Her contractions milked him at the same time his life force spasmed into her womb. For a moment Maeve thought she was falling, but Aaron's tight hug kept her grounded as the ripples of excitement passed.
It was done. Aaron helped her straighten up and they rested their heads against the others shoulders. The spells were cast, but Maeve couldn't think of anything except staying with Aaron. When she thought of morning and having to leave him, she felt a deep sadness unlike any she had ever experienced.
As if reading her mind Aaron whispered, “We have all night.” But Maeve knew their time together was coming to an end.
***
The guardian and Camilla had worked straight through the Mother's Midwinter Blessing ceremony removing the black energy from the capacitors, stopping only long enough for him to follow Maeve out to the club. Camilla had no sway with him on this matter. Maeve had to be protected and he was the one that would see to it.
So she rested, but she didn't leave the storage room. She couldn't bring herself to leave them. These women, who gave their bodies to the cause, so that others might pull from their collective power, trusted her to keep them healthy and safe. Camilla's healing talent was different than others of her kind. It allowed the capacitors to live longer without succumbing to the petrifaction that exposure to these levels of white energy brought.
Since she became a Primo, she had barely spent a day out of this room. She felt that her special skill was evidence of her purpose here in the sisterhood. She had not lost even one capacitor to the natural solidification process. In fact there were three women here now that were on their way out into the sanctuary that she'd caught in time to reverse the damage. There was nothing she could do for the ones in the sanctuary; they were more stone than flesh. But she knew they were alive, in a way, and happy. She saw to their health, if you could call it that, removing any aches or pains or sorrows.
Nathalia, still bundled from the solstice party, caught Camilla resting on her cot in the corner of the storage room. She tried to back out without waking the Panacea, but it was too late. Camilla jumped up. “I'm sorry to wake you. You must be exhausted. I just came to see how it was going and to tell you that there's a hot meal and some wassail, children's brew of course, waiting for you up in the Primo room.”
“Thank you Abbess.” She hugged her friend and leader. “Midwinter Mothers bless you.”
They walked hand in hand over to examine Camilla’s progress in removing the tainted energy. It was nearly gone. Only a whiff of the darkness remained, but it was marbled throughout. Nathalia thanked her Panacea Primo for her tireless efforts.
“But what's happening here? Why are they so,” Nathalia searched for the proper term and settled on, “active?”
“They're overcharged.” Camilla answered succinctly.
Two capacitors were attempting to draw the Abbess and Panacea into the circle. The two women normally would satisfy any request the capacitors had, but not today. The blackness, however small it had shrunk, was still extremely dangerous. “I've never really seen them this jazzed.”
“I know and power levels have been steadily rising for the last hour or so.”
“Maybe it's because of the ban on using tainted power, the energy has no where to go. But they didn't get over stimulated like this the last time we put a halt on communal power usage?”
“No, but it didn't take me as long last time to clear the darkness. It was much more engulfing this time.”
“I guess we just have a lot of couples making love tonight.”
“I think it's something more than that.”
Chapter 12
Maeve lay beside Aaron, her head resting on his arm, trying to recover from a parade of orga
sms. He had a leg thrown over her thighs possessively and was idly playing with her breasts with his free hand. Every few seconds an aftershock rocked her and she, though her eyes were closed, could feel him looking at her face, waiting for the next one.
She'd completely lost tract of time. How long had they made love? Tonight had been unlike anything she had ever experienced. He was everything she had ever wanted in a lover all wrapped in one very sexy package. He had been aggressive, tender, rough, gentle, attentive and self-serving.
She was completely exhausted and yet somehow ached for more. She had started loosing track of where one climax started and the next began. When he said he was going to cum this last time, she had replied, 'yes, please'.
“I told you so”, Aaron said softly.
Maeve opened her eyes and lifted her eyebrow questioningly. “What did you tell me?”
“My refractory period's the only thing saving you tonight,” he joked. “If we could both just go on and on like you, then we might kill each other with this.” He lowered his voice, suddenly looking like an insecure little boy. “Maeve, are you having a good time?”
“Seriously, Aaron? Are you questioning your performance? I've been having what's probably the best sex of my life for hours on end and you're asking if I'm having a good time.” She reached up and took the hand resting on her chest and drew it down. She pressed his hand onto and his fingers into her so he could feel. “I'm still reeling so hard from 10 minutes ago that you can still feel the tremors.”
That was a mistake. His confidence was back and her invitation to touch was being taken as such. His fingers parted her folds and traced her pearl, setting every nerve ending ablaze anew. There had been so many climaxes that the line between pleasure and pain had been blurred. This was unendurable and agonizingly sweet. She felt his arousal start to rise and the physical evidence began to press against her hip.
“Aaron, please don't tell me you are ready to go again. I am too exhausted.” Maeve begged.
Aaron smiling, stopped the stimulation and said, “See? I told you so.” He swung his leg off of her and sat up on the side of the bed. He grabbed his boxers off of the floor where they had dropped them earlier and slipped them on. He stood up and admiring her sex riddled body reposed fatigued on his bed said, “What we need is food. We skipped dinner, but I have some stuff in the kitchen I can whip up for a midnight snack. Here, you can wear this,” and he tossed her an over sized dress shirt.
He was gone before she could answer and she heard him washing his hands in the kitchen. She got up slowly in an attempt to keep from stimulating herself. She was hungry and so she put on the shirt over the corset he had graciously agreed not to remove. She needed her physical reminder tonight more than ever before.
She went to his bathroom, surprised at its cleanliness, and washed her face. She needed to get her head back on straight. This night was going to end and she needed to be ready. As soon as Aaron felt the spell, which he should have already, he'd realize she wasn't the one and dismiss her. Everything would go back to normal for her.
She followed the way he went, through the still dark living room. She stopped there where the carpet met the tile and looked at him. There was a large gray cat weaving in and out of his legs, begging for some attention, as he stood at the kitchen counter.
He was talking to the cat, assuring it that feeding time was near, but keeping his hands on the snack he'd promised her. She watched him standing there in his underwear in his kitchen making them sandwiches and she realized that she loved him. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but this was the moment she realized it was true. This was going to be harder than she thought and her life would never go back to normal.
She looked down to find another large cat, this one solid black, looking up at her. She knelt down to pet him and he pushed his head into her hand. She scratched behind his ears and ran her hand along the length of his back and tail. “So what's your cat's names?”
Without looking back, Aaron answered, “This one is Stirfry and there's a black one named Homer, named after the author not the cartoon, but you'll probably never see him. My mom used to make jokes that Homer wasn't real, just a figment of my imagination, because she hardly ever saw him.”
Homer gave a loud 'mrrow' at the sound of his name and Aaron spun around. “That's crazy. He never comes out when there are strangers here. The fact that you're even getting to see him, much less pet him, means that he really likes you.” Aaron crossed over, handed her a sandwich, and knelt down to pet Homer with his free hand. “I like her too, Homer. Keep this up and maybe we can convince her to stay.”
Maeve stood up abruptly. This had gone on long enough. “The matchmaking is done and I shouldn't have stayed as long as I did.”
Aaron had felt it when she cast her spell; he already knew it was done. He didn't care. He sat down at the table and scooted the chair across from him out towards her with his foot in an invitation for her to join him. “Don't go yet. At least eat your sandwich.” He took a big bite out of his and ran back into the kitchen.
He came back into view holding a glass of water and a can of diet coke. He laid them both on the table. “Come on, I know you're thirsty at least.”
“I really can't stay”, she said weakly.
“But baby, its cold outside,” he said.
I've got to get away, she thought. “How dare you use my favorite winter song against me?” she joked, but soon lost her smile.
He looked smug and after chewing another bite of sandwich said, “You know at the end of that song, she stays...why don't you skip over all the middle stuff and just decide to stick around.”
“I need to go before you start to feel it. I don't want to be here when you realize I'm not the right girl for you. I've seen it before but I'm not sure I can take seeing it on your face.”
“This is ridiculous, Maeve. I want you to stay. I don't feel any different about you.” She looked like she was going to argue again, but he interrupted her. “I want you, Maeve. I know we could be great together. We ARE great together.”
“I'm off limits, Aaron. You knew that all along. We're just in the afterglow faze. It'll get easier with distance and time. That's why I have to go. I know that you'll meet one that's better for you than I could ever be. She'll be perfect and wonderful and it won't be long before you barely remember me.” Even talking about this other girl was making her feel ill. She knew this was how it worked; she just had to get Aaron to believe it.
“I could give a rat's ass about this mystery girl. Honestly, Maeve, I care a flying fuck about how wonderfully perfect she is.” He got up and walked over to her. He put his arms around her and stood with his head resting on the top of hers. “You told me the first night we met, that there are very few who don't deserve love in this world, and yet you sentence yourself to a life without it. You force yourself to put strangers’ happiness in front of your own. It makes no sense to me.” He tilted her head back to look at her face and saw the tears there. “You, above all others, deserve love.”
He bent his head to kiss her. She felt her resolve melting in that kiss. That was it. She could play hardball too. She shoved on his chest hard, pushing him away and wrenching herself from his arms.
“Oh, and you think you're the man to provide that love, huh?! For your information, I have love in my life. The group provides for me just as I provide for them. You think to take me from them, but don't pretend it's for my own good. You want me. That’s it, and it'll go away, believe me.”
“This is the last time I am gonna ask nicely: Please don't go, Maeve. I want you to stay the night with me. I want to wake up next to you even if it is just once.”
She turned from him, dropping his shirt on the ground behind her. She grabbed up her cat suit and was starting to put it on when she heard it. The 'schwink' of the butcher knife being pulled from the block was unmistakable. She froze as she felt its icy blade on her back.
Aaron's voice was rough and low, “You aren't going
anywhere until we have both had our fill of each other and I most certainly am not done with you.”
She was barely breathing as he slipped the knife between the laces of her corset. “And, I'm pretty fucking sick of the physical reminder that your body belongs to someone else. Tonight it belongs to me.” A quick jerk of the knife sliced through those laces and after the corset fell to the ground, he had her completely defenseless.
As soon as the familiar tightness was gone, a new constriction replaced it. Her chest felt tight like never before and she couldn't catch her breath. He had been right and the main part of her body that belonged to him was her heart. She thought she'd protected it, but nothing could protect it from Aaron.
He took a step forward and then another, forcing her to do the same. Now her face was pressed against the wall and she could feel his erection pressing against her bare backside. “Say it, Maeve. Tonight your body belongs to me.”
“My body belongs to you.” She said it, but it was odd that her last coherent thought was that if he killed her tonight, then at least she wouldn't have to face leaving him.
***
Maeve was too sick, too tired to answer the knock at her door. She lay on her bed in the fetal position, on top of the covers and stared at the door. When the knock came again, she said nothing, but tried to stop crying.
Nathalia and Libby came in even without Maeve's permission. They knew she was hurting and needed her sisters more than ever. They left the door open while they helped her to sit up on the edge of her bed.
“I feel sick.”
“I think maybe you're just feeling the effects of the blackness with the capacitors more potently than we all did. I'm going to find Ingrid and see if she has any of her potions left.” Libby ran out before either other woman could protest. The guardian who blocked the pain from Maeve was with Camilla, providing her the power to heal the capacitors.
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