Schlick.
Schlick.
Schlick.
The wet sounds of her own fingers blended with the sounds coming from the clearing. She couldn't tell anymore where one ended and the other began.
"Ahh — Arthur —"
'Stop saying his name out loud you idiot.'
Having forgone all thoughts of stopping she fingers even faster matching the rhythm of Arthur. With the bark was the only thing keeping her upright, her shoulder pressed hard into it, legs barely cooperating.
She watched through the gap.
Ryn's tail had gone rigid. Her voice was breaking apart at the edges, whatever composure she had left long gone.
Arthur just kept going, same pace, same grip on her hips. Like he had all night and intended to use it.
That's what would happen to me.
The thought arrived without permission.
'He wouldn't slow down he would fuck me to my hearts delight'
Her fingers curled.
"Yes — right there —"
The moan left her before she caught it, barely a whisper. Swallowed almost entirely by the sounds from the clearing.
Her whole body locked up with knees squeezing together around her own hand, free arm wrapped around the trunk like it was the only solid thing left in the world and then the wave hit her.
'Aha haa I"M CUMMING' Amy screams out in her mind squiriting all over the ground her body discharges all her fluids.
Her mouth open against her forearm, breath trapped, pulse hammering in her throat.
Her foot shifted for balance.
Crack.
The stick went under her heel like a gunshot.
Amy froze.
Every sound in the park stopped.
From the clearing, Ryn's head came up. Ears swiveling forward, tail going flat and still. Her green eyes cut straight toward the tree line.
"Someone's there." She looked out at Amy's tree, certain she heard someone right behind it.
Amy pressed herself against the trunk and did not breathe. Did not move, trying to make herself disappear entirely.
'She heard me she heard me she heard me.' Her thoughts ran a thousand miles a minute as her breath seized up.
But then Arthur…
"I set a glyph before I came out here. If anyone steps inside its zone I would know, so relax — it's probably just a squirrel. Besides," he added, his voice dropping, "looks like you're still raring to go."
He leaned in and kissed Ryn before rolling her onto her back, silencing her, lowering himself as he got lost in her body.
"...Fine then." Ryn said, choosing to trust him as she too got lost in his.
Amy let out the thinnest thread of air she had ever exhaled in her life.
She slowly backed away, fearing that she would get caught again.
Each step deliberate, she made sure she made no noise, and before she knew it the sounds of Arthur and Ryn faded away, leaving only the wind rustling through the leaves.
She let out a sigh of relief as she walked back toward the dorm, ready to call it a night. Though one thought rang out in her mind as she went.
I want to do that again.
Back in the woods, Ryn lay on Arthur's chest, her tail wrapped around his leg while she traced slow circles against his skin. Her breathing had evened out and composed itself, giving her the look of an exotic woman who had just been thoroughly satisfied.
Arthur stared up through the canopy, the moonlight cutting between the branches in thin strips.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
Then —
"Are you ready?"
Ryn tilted her head up slightly. "For what?"
"My bloodline or did you forget about all that?" Arthur teased.
Her face went red. "No, I didn't forget. I just had a lapse of judgment, that's all…" she muttered weakly.
Arthur smiled at her before pushing her off him so he could stand.
Recognizing what he wanted, Ryn sat up.
"What do you need me to do?" she asked, willing to help.
"Just stay relaxed. You're going to feel warm as my mana moves through you. It's going to leave it's mark on you in the form of a tattoo.."
"Can I pick the tattoo?" Ryn asked, clearly unbothered by the prospect of being permanently marked.
"No. My bloodline creates a tattoo that matches the host, so in theory you should always like the result."
"Well, hopefully it isn't too big," Ryn muttered as Arthur began pooling his mana.
From his core he drew it together and pushed it toward his hands, glyphs forming around his fingers like scattered sparks.
As the glyphs multiplied, a blue aura bled outward from Arthur. The feeling that came with it was old magic, a feeling that all ritual bloodlines give off..
Sweat gathered at his brow as he narrowed his eyes and focused, pushing his mana steadily toward Ryn.
"Ahhh!" The pleasure hit her without warning. Ryn moaned, eyes going wide, tongue slipping past her lips the same unguarded expression she'd worn when Arthur had been buried inside her.
Arthur's jaw tightened. Sweat traced a line down his temple, but his hands stayed steady one at her nape, one flat against her spine. The glyphs cycling around his fingers burned brighter as he pushed more mana through, the blue aura deepening around them both.
'Almost there.' He clenched his teeth.
"H-hold still," he said.
"You hold — ahh —" Ryn's knees buckled. She caught herself against the tree in front of her, both palms flat against the bark, head dropping forward. Her tail had gone from rigid to thrashing, completely beyond her control, whipping side to side like it was trying to shake the feeling loose.
"What is — this isn't — you said warm —"
"I said warm." Arthur pressed his mana deeper. "Like when I fill you up — that kind of warm."
"That's — ngh — that is not the same thing — OHHH!"
Without warning Ryn squirted, her juices hitting the ground beneath her.
Her legs gave out entirely. Arthur caught her by the waist with one arm, keeping her upright while his other hand stayed pressed to her spine. He couldn't break contact mid-bond — not now, not when they were this close.
"Stay with me," he said, low and close to her ear.
"I'm — I'm with you —" Her voice was wrecked. Her knuckles were white against the bark. "Finish it."
"Nearly done."
The final glyph locked into place. The blue aura collapsed inward all at once — like a held breath finally released — and the warmth sank deep into Ryn's skin, permanent now, settled into her for good.
Along her back, a compass rose sat between her shoulder blades, dark and clean against her bronze skin, runic script curling outward from it in perfect rings down the length of her spine. At her throat, a choker sat seamless in black.
Arthur stepped back and let her breathe.
Ryn stayed against the tree for a long moment, forehead pressed to the bark, tail hanging limp, legs still not fully cooperating.
"...You," she said finally, voice still uneven, "are going to warn me next time."
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