Lamech

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I felt horror to start with when Crimson showed up and more frustrated than ever over being unable to move. But that horror quickly turned pride as I watched her fight and the frustration over not being able to move was not caused because I wanted to protect her, but because I wanted to get to fight by her side.

Not that she needed the help. Even as the Priestess pressed a knife to my throat, I was calm, because I just knew that Crimson would be able to handle it.

As she talked to the six remaining witches, I could feel power rolling off her. I had been around for a long time, met many impressive and powerful people, but even they would have been foolish to not heed Crimson's words. So it came as no surprise to me as the six witches bent their heads before disappearing.

Crimson stayed behind me for at least a minute and my thoughts derailed during that time. But then she walked to before me and knelt down so we were at the same height. If I would have been able to, I would have gasped.

Throughout the fighting, I hadn't been able to see her face properly, but now I did and her eyes were what captured me. They were beautiful and I couldn't believe that they had been hidden from the world for so long. In the middle on the both of them, closest to the pupil, the iris was brown, but as it moved out, the color shifted to green, to then end at blue. They truly reflected how she was one of a kind.

She put a hand to my cheek and smiled at me.

"I'll take the stake out in a little, I promise. I just want to say something first," she told me and closed her eyes for a moment and even though it was just a short moment I wanted to tell her to open them again so I could continue to marvel in them.

"I am quite a handful," she said as she opened them again. "I can be stubborn and rash and temperamental and I don't always completely think things through. Like rejecting you. I didn't think that through at all. Not saying that what you did was okay. You shouldn't have bit me. But... Having thought it through I know you weren't yourself that day. Seeing you here like this, surrounded by bitches, I think I might have felt a small portion of the anger and worry and fear you felt that day. But you have to promise me to not bit me against my will ever again."

Yes, I answered her inside of my head. A thousand times yes. And I'll spend eternity making it up to you.

"I love you, Lamech. With all my heart. And if you still love me, if you can forgive me for rejecting you, then I'll be yours until the end of time."

She leaned in and kissed my frozen lips. I growled in my head for not being able to kiss her back and tell her how I felt. How I loved her and nothing would ever change that, because she was my now and forever, my evermore.

"Right then. Let's get this thing out of you," she said and placed her hands on the stake to pull it out. Problem was that it wouldn't budge. Since I held it with my hands and my hands where frozen, it couldn't move out.

"For Goddess sake. Hang on, I'll get it out," she exclaimed and said a few words in a strange language, a spell. The stake disintegrated to nothing and I could feel myself able to move and there was only one thing that I wanted to do. I didn't care about the pain that came from the wound the stake had caused, nor that it bleed. That would heal and be over soon enough anyway.

I pressed my lips against hers. Tasted her sweetness and softness, her everything, her love. Held one hand on her back and put the other on the ground, slowly leaning her back until she laid on the earth.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer. Our tongues played and the taste of her was everywhere in my mouth. How I had missed that taste. And how I didn't want to ever have to let her go again.

I kissed down her neck. Suckled on her skin there. I felt low vibrations of a moan that didn't leave her lips. One of my hands moved inside the top she wore. Felt her skin, up and to her breasts.

"Wait," she said breathlessly. "I'm covered in filth."

I pulled away a bit to look at her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes misted with desire. I could even see how the brown in them had become red instead.

"I don't care, as long as you don't," I answered her and meant it. Nothing mattered to me in that moment other than her.

To answer my question, she kissed me again. She wrapped one leg around me and my hand went to hold onto her hip. It didn't stay there for long however. I had kissed her lips, her face, her neck, but I needed access to more of her so I took hold of her top and ripped it open. At the sound she let out a gasp, but that quickly became a moan as I freed on of her breasts from her bra and started licking and sucking on her nipple. I ripped the bra in the middle as well, to easily free her other breast. Then I massaged it and pinched at the nipple, while my mouth was still busy with the other.

Her moans grew stronger and I could feel her nails through my shirt. I knew that she would end up making me bleed again and that thought spurred me on. No one had ever made me bleed, except for her.

I moved off her to take my shirt off, but she surprised me by ripping it, like I had ripped hers. Then she surprised me even more by pushing me and making me lay down while getting on top. She kissed her way down my body. Every place she touched felt as if it was being consumed by sensations.

She kissed all the way down to the edge of my pants. There she stopped and looked up at me. Her eyes now shone red and they had a mischievous glint to them. She looked damn sexy and no matter what she planned I knew I would oblige. I was at her mercy. 

Next thing I knew, she had ripped open my pants and underwear as well and before I could comprehend that, I felt her hand on my hard cock and her tongue licking up the precum that had already spilled out.

I leaned my head back and moaned as she took me into her mouth. It felt better than anything I had ever experienced.

As I tilted my head up again to watch her, our eyes connected. That look of mischievousness was still in hers as she moved her mouth up and down my shaft.

"Fuck, Crimson," I let out as I watched her. "Fuck, you're hot."

At my words her speed quickened and I wanted it to go on for forever. But all too soon I felt that I started to reach my limit and besides, I desperately wanted to taste her too.