“Yes,” I said, jutting out my chin, refusing to be embarrassed, despite my flushed appearance.
“Is that possible?” he asked, standing before me, his cock now directly in line of sight. “Because if it is, then whoever is fucking you while you’re trying to cast a spell isn’t doing a good job if you can think about anything else other than his cock inside of you.”
“I’m not sure,” I smiled truthfully, pulling my legs up to my chest, “I’d have to try and see how it works out.”
“Shower first,” he grunted before lifting me up, and for the second time that day I had my legs wrapped around his waist, his naked cock brushing against my entrance with each step that he took.
He placed me in the shower with such gentleness, holding me steady until he was certain that I was stable, allowing me to heat up beneath the stream of warm water before sliding in behind me. His body pressed up against mine, my back against his chest.
“Hands against the wall, Corinne, you’re about to do some Magick,” his voice tickled the back of my neck and I shivered.
Bracing myself, I obeyed, and felt his hand run down my spine, his lips following suit until his mouth grazed the cheeks of my ass. I felt him kneel behind me as he spread me apart from behind. I panicked momentarily, feeling far more exposed like this than I had when he was actually inside me. His hand flew down firmly, smacking my ass as I tried to jerk away from him. His nose slid between my ass cheeks as I arched my back, giving Dimitri more access. He chuckled deeply, and I moaned loudly as I felt a sharp spray of water against my clit. Dimitri knelt behind me, spreading me wide as he cleaned me from his cum. Soon enough, the additional showerhead was soon forgotten as his tongue flicked against my clit and my breath caught as I inhaled sharply.
Dimitri was a man possessed as he licked and nipped me in all places forbidden, my toes curling against the tiled floor of the shower as I struggled to remember what the incantation was that I needed to repeat. Dimitri drove me over the edge quickly, and I had a feeling that it was simply to prove that he was that good, that I wouldn’t be able to remember the spell I was trying to cast. His name echoed back at me in the shower as I begged him for more. And finally, I found that release, forgetting about anything else except Dimitri’s tongue in my pussy.
He grinned as he brought himself to his full height, once more pressing himself behind me, fully hard and erect. “Did you cast your spell, little Vedman?”
“You don’t play fair, Dimitri,” I huffed back, thrusting my ass back into him.
“You can’t call me Dimitri after you’ve been begging me to do all these unspeakable things to you using my nickname.”
His voice was low against my neck as he stood behind me once more and I shivered in anticipation as he planted featherlight kisses on my neck whilst palming my breast from behind. I arched back against his chest, I couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
This was the game with him, he was soft one minute, and hard and unrelenting the next. But everything he did was controlled. I felt him line himself up with my entrance and I widened my stance, pushing back into him as I panted at the size of him. He slid in to the hilt, once again giving me no time to adjust, and then he was moving, his movements slapping in time with mine as I pushed against him, heat building in my core. There was no slow build up to his gruelling pace, there was only his hard, deep, constant strokes.
“Dimi,” I moaned as the build within me grew.
“Not yet,” he growled, demanding everything from me as he released my breast and his fingers dug into my hips, moving me against him. My nipples brushed against the shower heightening the sensations, echoing back every gasp and moan that fell from my lips.
“Dimi,” I panted.
Dimitri simply growled, his thrusts becoming harder until all I could do was use my hands to brace myself against the wall. My breasts swayed with every thrust and I shut my eyes at the overwhelming sensation. My inner walls clenched around him and I heard him hiss from behind me as I tried to delay the inevitable. Finally, he relented.
“Now, Corinne,” he said through gritted teeth, “do your spell shit now.”
And somehow I managed to speak the spell that I had stored within my mind. My short breathy words punctuated by moans and gasps filled the bathroom. The candle from the sour jar jumped in response to my Magick, and suddenly I felt the energy in the room shift as warmth skittered down my spine. I heard Dimitri swear, indicating that he felt it too. But he didn’t stop, instead, his arm snaked around my waist as he drew small circles with his thumb against the bundle of nerves that sat at the apex of my thighs, finally sending me over the edge.
The golden image of Isis appeared as a shadowy, non-corporeal figure watching us, and I was drawn to the rise and fall of her chest - her luscious breasts warm and inviting. She watched, a small smile crested upon her face, as Dimitri slid in and out of me relentlessly, refusing to temper his pace even in the presence of a goddess.
“Dimi!” I called out for the last time as my release burnt through me, I panted, my hands struggling to find purchase against the slick tiles in the shower, but Dimitri held me firm, his grip on my hips simply tightening.
He continued his fast in-and-out rhythm before grunting. That golden energy dissipated just as quickly as it had arrived, her shadowy presence gone as if she had simply arrived for our respective endings. I rested my forehead against the tiled wall, unable to move, unable to make sense of anything really.
Dimitri had helped me with my spellwork - had encouraged me and guided me to stay in the moment. It was as if that action alone was the final nail to solidify whatever was between the two of us.