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C'mon, up those power stones people.
"You are a remarkable teacher," he said, his voice low.
"And you are a remarkable student," she countered, her smile turning coy. "But we have only touched the surface."
As if to prove her point, she reached out, not for him, but for the tendril of energy he held. Her slender, blue fingers brushed against it. The contact sent a jolt through him, not of pain, but of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It was like touching a live wire, but one made of pure sensation. The energy flared, glowing brighter, and he felt a sudden, vivid image in his mind: her, arching her back, a silent cry of ecstasy on her lips. It was gone as quickly as it came, but it left him breathless.
She gasped softly, her eyes widening. "You felt that?"
He could only nod, his throat tight. The connection between them was more than just a transfer of power; it was a transfer of feeling. A sharing of souls.
"Fascinating," she breathed, her gaze growing more intense, more speculative. She looked from the energy tendril to the very real, very physical reaction it was causing in the front of his pants. Her smile was no longer just coy; it was predatory, hungry. "The connection between us is deeper than I anticipated. The energy responds to your... desires."
Before he could process that, she stepped even closer, the space between them vanishing. Her wet, naked body pressed against his still-clothed one. The sensation was staggering. The cool, slick feel of her skin against the rough fabric of his shirt, the hard peaks of her nipples digging into his chest, the soft press of her mound against his burgeoning erection. He was drowning in her, and he had no desire to be saved.
'I would be crossing a line here… I… I… I want her! No, I need her! Was our meeting fated?' Arthur soon let go of his restraining thoughts and let their energies intertwine and wrap around each other.
"Show me more, Arthur," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath warm and wet. "Show me what else this power can do when it's not constrained by anger, but fuelled by... something else."
Something else. He knew exactly what she meant. It was the same something that was making his heart pound like a drum, that was making every nerve ending in his body sing. It was desire, pure and simple, a force of nature as powerful as any ocean storm.
He let go of the tendril, letting it dissipate into the air. Then, with a surge of confidence he hadn't felt in years, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. One hand tangled in her silver hair, the other splayed across the small of her back, feeling the silky, wet skin and the taut muscle beneath. He lowered his head, capturing her lips in a kiss that was as deep and wild as the sea.
It was a claiming. A declaration. He poured all of his frustration, all of his need, all of his desperate, aching loneliness into that kiss. And she met him with an equal passion. Her lips parted beneath his, her tongue duelling with his in a dance as old as time. She tasted of sweet water and ancient magic, a taste he knew he would crave for the rest of his days.
His left arm, the liquid blue one, began to glow. The energy was no longer a separate entity; it was an extension of his need. A tendril of blue light snaked out from his arm, wrapping around her thigh, tracing the sensitive skin there before moving higher, higher, until it teased the slick, swollen folds of her sex.
She moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against the incorporeal touch. The connection flared again, and this time the images were clearer, more vivid. He saw himself through her eyes: a powerful, desperate king, his body thrumming with a strength that was both mortal and divine. He felt her pleasure as if it were his own, a sharp, exquisite ache that mirrored his own. The ghost of Mera, of Starfire, was gone, completely banished by the overwhelming reality of the woman in his arms.
He broke the kiss, both of them gasping for air. "Let me see you," he growled, his voice a raw, primal sound. "All of you."
With a thought, he sent another tendril of blue energy to her shoulders. It didn't touch her, but it hooked under the thin straps of what might have been a garment in another context, and with a gentle, irresistible pull, he guided her backward toward the large, flat moss-covered rock that stood like an altar at the water's edge. She went willingly, her body pliant, her eyes dark with desire.
She lay back on the moss, her silver hair fanned out around her like a halo, her body a feast of blue and silver in the soft, ethereal light of the dimension. She was breathtaking, a goddess of water and moonlight, offered up for his worship. And worship her he would.
He knelt between her legs, his hands braced on either side of her head. He looked his fill, committing every curve, every line of her body to memory. The swell of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, the glistening wetness of her sex, already parted in invitation.
"You are magnificent," he breathed, the words inadequate to the sight before him.
"So are you, my king," she replied, her voice husky with need. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Now, show me the true depth of your power."
He didn't need a second invitation. He leaned down, capturing one of her dark blue nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard, grazing it with his teeth, and was rewarded with a sharp cry of pleasure. Her back arched off the moss, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth. The liquid blue of his arm pulsed, and the tendril of energy that had been teasing her pussy suddenly solidified, becoming a phantasmal replica of his eight-inch hard cock, slick and ridged and impossibly hard.
He thrust it into her, burying it to the hilt in one smooth motion.
The sensation was mind-shattering. He felt it as if it were his own flesh sinking into her tight, wet heat. The connection roared to life, a feedback loop of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. He felt her inner walls clench around the phantom intrusion, a wave of pleasure that washed over him, through him, and back to her. Her cry was louder this time, a wordless sound of bliss that echoed across the water.
"Arthur! Gods, yes!"
He began to move, thrusting the energy tendril in and out of her with a slow, deliberate rhythm. All the while, he continued his assault on her breasts, lavishing attention on one, then the other, licking, sucking, biting. He was worshipping her with his hands, his mouth, and the very essence of the magic that flowed through him.
Her hands were in his hair now, her fingers gripping him tightly as her hips rose to meet his phantom thrusts. "More," she gasped. "Don't hold back. Give me everything."
Everything. The word was a key, unlocking a door he hadn't known was there. He understood, then. This wasn't just about pleasure. This was the lesson. He wasn't just channelling energy into her; she was a conduit, a ground, helping him to focus and refine it, and he was getting stronger, understanding the laws of her power. Their joining was a crucible, a place where his raw, chaotic power could be forged into something new, something controlled.
He let go.
The energy exploded from him. The liquid blue of his arm intensified, glowing so brightly it illuminated the entire glade. New tendrils of light erupted from him, snaking around her body, caressing her skin, wrapping around her wrists and ankles, holding her gently but firmly against the moss. They weren't bonds; they were extensions of his touch, a hundred hands exploring her body at once.
And it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on....
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