Her thighs tightened around my face.
Her taste, wet, raw, electric drenched my lips, my chin, my tongue.
"Kael…" Selira moaned, her voice trembling with dangerous sweetness. "Dip your fingers deeper. Yes slide them in… deeper, Kael."
Her body bent lower, ass arched higher, until I could see everything, her swollen folds glistening in the dim light, her bare heat begging. My two fingers pushed in, slow but steady, sinking deeper into her velvet walls.
Her hips jerked. Her gasp cut into a sharp moan.
"Yes! Just like that. Slide in while your tongue "
I obeyed. My tongue circled her clit, soft at first, then firmer, teasing faster while my fingers thrust deeper inside her soaking cunt. The rhythm built. Wet sounds filled the room, her breath mixing with my own, my mouth drenched.
Selira slammed her palm against the wall. Her body trembled, sweat dripping down her thighs.
"Gods, Kael make me cum! I feel it… the pressure right there!"
Her thighs squeezed my head tighter. My tongue flicked harder against her clit, my fingers curling upward, pressing that sweet spot inside her. Her body shook violently, her moans breaking into half-screams.
Then her laughter devilish, breathless spilled out.
"Kael…" she gasped, voice sharp through the moans, "…you're still shy. I can see it in your eyes… still holding back."
She glanced back at me, strands of her hair sticking to her flushed face, eyes glowing.
"Seems you don't know the power you carry," she whispered.
Her words cut through me like fire.
The sirgil. The crimson flicker.
I froze just for a moment my lips still pressed against her swollen clit. She felt it. Saw it.
"I'll give you details when you're ready," she purred. "But not tonight."
I hissed softly, pulling my face back, pretending I didn't know what she meant, wiping her wetness from my chin. My eyes betrayed me though wide, hungry, caught in hers.
Selira smirked.
Then she shoved me back onto the bed.
Before I could blink, she climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. My cock was rock-hard, pressing against her dripping folds, the heat between us unbearable. She leaned down, hair falling around my face, her lips grazing mine before pulling back with a laugh.
"Ready or not, Kael…" she whispered. "You're going in."
And then she lowered herself.
The moment her pussy slid down my length, swallowing me whole, my vision blurred.
The wetness. The heat. The impossible tightness.
"F-Fuck—Selira !"
She moaned loudly as my cock filled her, her body taking every inch, squeezing so hard I thought I'd lose it instantly. Her breasts bounced against my chest, nipples brushing my skin as she rolled her hips, grinding down.
The wet sounds were loud, rhythmic our bodies slapping together, her juices dripping down my cock, soaking the sheets.
Kael didn't believe his eyes.
Didn't believe this was happening.
Her body moved like fire hips rolling, bouncing, clenching, riding me raw. My hands grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks as I thrust up into her, deeper and harder each time.
Selira screamed. Moaned. Laughed.
"Yes, Kael! Just like that! Make me cum on you!"
Her walls clenched tighter, pulsing, milking me. My vision swirled, heat surging through my spine as I thrust faster. Her nails dug into my chest, scratching, marking.
The rhythm built, faster, harder until her body locked. Her moans broke into screams as her pussy convulsed, dripping harder, shaking violently around me.
"Oh f-fuck Selira—!"
I couldn't hold it. I slammed deeper, harder until the pressure in me exploded. My cock pulsed inside her, spilling, filling her tight cunt as her own orgasm drenched me, her body collapsing against mine.
Her laugh broke through the heavy moans. Devilish.
She leaned in, biting my ear softly, whispering through panting breaths:
"Now you believe me, don't you?"
I collapsed back, chest heaving, staring at her flushed, glowing face above me. My mind screamed in disbelief. My body was destroyed. My soul was trapped.
And Selira just laughed seductive, teasing, as though I had signed a contract without even knowing it.
Her body was still trembling faintly against mine, her breath hot against my neck, her laugh reduced now to a sweet hum. Selira curled up against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my skin.
"Not bad for a beginner," she whispered, giggling, kissing just under my jaw. "Maybe I should keep you all to myself."
I swallowed hard. My body was still throbbing, weak, yet her warmth made me want to fall back into her again. I wrapped an arm around her, not even realizing how natural it felt, how dangerous it was.
"You're dangerous, Selira," I muttered.
"Mmm… and you love it," she teased, nipping at my ear.
For a moment, it was peace. Her curves pressed into me, the faint smell of her hair clouding my head. I almost forgot the world outside, almost forgot Aimee, Mia, even the strange crimson glow I'd tried to bury deep in me.
Almost.
Then it came.
A voice—deep, ancient, splitting through my skull like a blade.
"CLAIM. REDEEM."
I jerked. My heart slammed.
"What the ?"
My wrist.
The sirgil.
It flared again, crimson light bursting across my skin like fire. The lines pulsed, living, each beat syncing with my racing heart. My knees nearly buckled as I staggered back from the bed, staring in horror.
Selira didn't scream. She didn't run.
Instead, she slowly leaned up from the sheets, hair tumbling over her shoulders, her blouse half undone. She sat there, eyes wide, lips parted slightly, staring at me not in fear, but in pure, sharp curiosity.
The glow painted her face red as her gaze flickered from the mark to me, and back again.
"Kael…" Her voice was low, almost reverent. "So it finally woke up."
My chest slammed tighter. "W–what do you mean finally?!"
I shook, clutching my wrist as the light pulsed brighter, hotter, like something inside me was demanding to break free.
Selira shifted, the sheet sliding down her shoulder, revealing the curve of her breast, but she didn't care. She wasn't teasing now, she was staring into me.
"You can feel it, can't you?" she whispered, leaning forward, her eyes locked on mine. "It's not just fire in your blood, Kael. It's power. It's… claiming you."
The voice thundered again, louder
"CLAIM. REDEEM."
I staggered back, breath ragged, eyes wide.
Selira only tilted her head, a slow, wicked smirk curving her lips as she whispered
"Show me."
The crimson blaze flared—blinding.
It swallowed me whole ...
Then nothing.
Only white space.
Endless. Silent. My body floating as if it didn't exist.
And then SNAP!.
My eyes jolted open. The world crashed back in.
The ceiling of my room. The faint smell of sweat, sex, and Selira's perfume.
I sucked in a breath so sharp it stung my lungs.
And froze.
I was naked.
Completely, utterly exposed.
Selira lay sprawled across my bed, hair a wild cascade, blouse half open, skirt bunched dangerously high. Her gaze was on me steady, calm, almost knowing.
My blood ran cold.
"What… what the hell " My voice cracked as I scrambled, snatching the blanket and clutching it against my body, heart hammering so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.
I couldn't even look at her. My mind reeled. Did we—? Did I ?
No. No way. I'd remember. Right?
Selira didn't move. Didn't laugh. Didn't tease.
She just… watched.
Her eyes followed every frantic motion of mine, every stuttered breath, every desperate attempt to cover myself like a boy caught in the wrong bed.
Her lips parted, but no words came. She only tilted her head, a faint, unreadable curve on her mouth.
As if she wasn't surprised at all.
As if she had expected this.
And she kept staring.
Staring…
Until I thought I would break apart.