Chapter Five

 

Clair sat in the warm water, her mouth going dry while she watched him undress. Cleto had a body any girl would dream of touching.

The shoes came off first. Then he pulled his silk top up and over his back, then his head, and tossed it to the side with the cloak she wore.

“How is the water?” he asked while undressing.

Clair couldn’t help herself from crossing her arms over her chest. One golden eyebrow on his face went up at the action. “Um—oh—it’s, um, it’s fine,” she stuttered.

His hands went to his pants and she began to shake despite the heat of the water. Her clit began to throb as he pulled at the laces, freeing his cock from behind the leather. Hell, even her mouth watered to taste him again.

Naked, in his glory, Cleto walked into the water toward her. Clair couldn’t stop herself from walking backward stopping only when her back touched the side of the pool.

“You make me feel like it’s my first time,” she chuckled in nervousness when she spoke.

“This is our first time.” He went down on his knees before her, coming face to face with her. His hands touched her hips, blue eyes locked with her. “Are you afraid of me?”

She couldn’t answer him, only shook, and waited. He got closer, kissed her, and pulled her hips close to his, then he turned her around, her back to him.

Clair couldn’t stop the shaking or the nervous feelings, but she also kept telling herself that this was one of the best dreams she’d ever had in her life. No way in hell would a guy that looked like Cleto want anything to do with her in real life.

His cock bumped against her ass and she sucked air into her lungs. The anticipation alone drove her nuts!

“You’re tense.” He rubbed his hands up and down her back, her shoulders, and the curve of her ass. “You need to relax.”

“You make me nervous.” She sighed, closing her eyes when his hands went up to her shoulders, rubbing them. “And you’re a tease,” she rushed out with a nervous laugh.

Back down his hands moved, rubbing their way down her back, over her rear and under her bottom to her pussy. Clair gasped when his fingers found her clit. It was so sensitive, throbbing painfully from anticipation, and she jumped at the contact and pressed her ass back against his cock.

Everything he did teased her. The way the water moved his cock against her ass then between her legs to tease her pussy from behind, not to mention the way his fingers touched her so lightly Clair bit her lip to stop screaming in frustration. So, she decided right then to take charge of this a bit. After all, in a dream you can do what the hell you wanted.

Turning back around, she grabbed handfuls of his hair and kissed Cleto deep, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it and with both hands clutched her buttocks. Clair quickly wrapped her legs around his waist.

One swift motion of his hips and he embedded his cock deep inside her. Clair gasped, pulled away from the kiss, her mouth still open, eyes closed, but lips lightly brushing his. His cock was thick and it stretched her, filled her, had Clair feeling for a few seconds like a virgin all over again.

“I wanted to have you in my bed,” he breathed out against her mouth. “You should be loved from head to toe, not taken in a rush in the water.”

“Later,” she sighed and he chuckled.

She burned, she throbbed, and she ached for so much more. Cleto kissed her again and moved. His cock pulled from the snugness of her grip, leaving only the head in and just as fast as before, he surged into her.

The water swayed with him, splashing into her, easing some of the burn but it did nothing to ease the burning from inside her. Their kissing stopped. She rested her head on his shoulder and simply held on as he moved.

Faster, harder, with more power in each stroke his cock thrust into her. His fingers dug slightly into her ass and she didn’t mind. Every nerve in her body began to tense and focused strictly on him and what his body was doing to hers.

“Open your eyes, Clair,” he groaned. “Let the magic build.”

She obeyed his demand and saw a sight that for sure, as she breathed, had to be an illusion from her sickness. A bright orange light seemed to radiate from her body, and floated around him. The light swayed up and down, left to right and several more appeared, each light joining together, growing larger.

“Oh shit!” Clair closed her eyes tightly at the intense pleasure that suddenly hit her.

She pulled at his hair, pressed her face into his neck, and cried out with her orgasm. It came so suddenly, had so much power, it stole her breath. And still Cleto fucked her. In fact, his movements seemed to get faster, harder.

“Argh!’ he yelled. She felt him swell inside her, but when she opened her eyes it was to witness that orange light slamming into him and exploding all around them. His whole body glowed orange, and he started to appear larger to her.

One hard slam into her, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of her ass, and Cleto’s seed surged out and deep inside her. Clair could actually feel his release and it triggered another in her.

“You’re magic is strong,” Cleto panted, shaking his head. “I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.”

“And you felt too good inside me,” Clair sighed, snuggling closer to him.

Cleto moved away from the side of the pool, walked to the shallow water level and sat down with her on his lap. He hugged her, rubbing his hands up and down her back. He also was still hard inside her.

“You’re not finished yet, are you?” She pulled back enough to grin at him.

“Not even close,” he said. “I told you that once wouldn’t be it for me. I’m more than ready to love you all night long.”

She moaned at that statement then pushed him down onto his back, took his hands and placed them both on her breasts. “I’m so in agreement here. Give me more.”

Closing her eyes, she moved upon him. Up and down, grinding, and rotating her hips, Clair took all of him, and fucked him in the manner she wanted.

His hands cupped, squeezed her breasts and she moved faster. She also felt these strange bursts come out of her. Opening her eyes she looked down to see smaller orange lights, almost like bolts, come from her and hit Cleto in the chest. His eyes were closed, his hips bucking upward to her downward movement of her hips.

Then the strangest thing happened. The orange bolts began to form a strange cocoon light around them. When it closed, her orgasm hit. Clair screamed in bliss this time, arching back, taking him as deep into her as she could. His hands tightened around her breasts, his cock swelled, and the warmth of his own release filled her again. The strange light seemed to soak into both of them, leaving Clair feeling at peace, and so relaxed, she lowered her body down on top of him with a sigh.

* * * *

“I can feel him getting stronger.” Rodas stood next to the crumpled sheets on his bed, staring out the window.

“And so can you.”

He glanced over his shoulder at Kalena. She lay on her belly, legs slightly parted, naked and bruised from his rough treatment.

“Once he’s strong enough, he’ll come for you,” she stated in a weak voice.

“And come for you?”

She rolled to her side, her back to him. Rodas watched her slowly sit up, pulling the sheet over her body. “No one is coming for me, not even him. My fate has already been sealed because of you.”

Her movements were slow and unsteady when she stood, not as strong as she used to be. Her magic was starting to fade—he saw it now. And each time he took her that strength, which attracted him at first, dissipated. It also seemed like she was giving up on life since Cleto returned.

Kalena loved him and Rodas always knew that. He chose to ignore the fact because he wanted her for himself. He used her love for his brother and twisted it for his own needs. She couldn’t have Cleto, so she went with Rodas because they were twins and he would always remind her with his looks of Cleto. Rodas should’ve hated her for that but didn’t.

When she stood up, he went back to staring out the window. His home was nothing but a wasteland, darkened by his own heart. As a child, Rodas knew his father favored Cleto over him, only because of their birth. Cleto was almost five minutes older and Rodas wasn’t even supposed to be. A mistake, he had heard his father at one time say, and his mother pointed out it was Cleto the day, Rodas the night. How true those words really were.

“If faced with the choice, would you kill him?” Kalena asked.

Rodas didn’t stiffen at the question or bat an eye. He also didn’t look at her. “Yes.” The answer to the question, so simple. “Only for you did I banish him,” he added, turned again, meeting her tired brown eyes. “That weakness won’t happen again.”