Kiravi's Travelogue Ch. 04

"Oh gods Serina, yes, just like that," I reassured her, one hand stroking her cheek before tangling itself in her hair. Her gorgeous and Alien eyes opened, looking up at me as Serina took my length further and faster into her mouth. Her tongue tentatively lashed and swirled around my length, and every moan and coo from her throat sent ripples of ecstasy through my entire body. As we stared at each other, her head eagerly bobbing, I realized that one of her hands was buried between her legs, rubbing desperately at herself. She was so beautiful, so sensual, her brow furrowed not just from her efforts but from her own coming release, her lips stretched as wide as they could go around my thick length, her hair messily bunched by my hand.

"I need you too," I said, feeling like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She moaned, shuddered as she almost pushed herself over the edge. With a pop, she pulled her lips from my hardness, panting as she looked at me, "She needs to exist, Kiravi," she said, eyes unfocused, panting with need, as she climbed back onto my lap and slid herself back onto me.

We both moaned as she slowly settled back onto me, my fingers roughly squeezing her ass and hers painfully digging into my chest. I could feel every perfect detail of her slick walls, the way she slowly opened for me, the way her body tried to make room for me. Who was this girl, really? Who was this other 'she?'

I forgot all such things immediately as she again began to bounce her perfectly nubile body on me. Slow at first, no uneven rhythm, just an inexorable bouncing grind towards our building explosions. Her skin positively glowed beneath my hands, bathing me in a warm effusion of light even as I tried desperately to hold back.

"Kiravi, I, I," she tried to speak, her words ending in whimpered moans.

"Me too," I groaned, barely able to speak, "so, so close."

"It has to be...oh goddess..it has to be together," she mewled.

We didn't have long to wait. As she lost control of her body, I used my strong hands to bounce her and pumped my hips up into every downward stroke of her hips. I could feel it boiling, welling inside of me, and I screwed my eyes shut, knowing if I looked at her for another moment, I'd simply explode, "Gods, darling, oh gods, cum for me!" I growled.

I felt her seize, pull in a ragged breath and hold it, and her womanhood clenched me so tightly I could barely move inside of her, "Look at me," she gasped, and, as I finally let the ecstasy crash over me, I opened my eyes to look up at my oracle.

The light in her eyes had changed from the molten glow to bluish-green, swirling between jade and the deep blue of the sky's apex at dusk. And, as she screamed and screamed and screamed, and I burst inside of her, filling her to overflowing, the same blue-green light swirled and surrounded us.

The coyote medallion hovering over the track absorbed her howling gust of magic, washing all of us in the bloody battlefield in its blue-green, soothing light. I was holding Serina again, and her eyes still reflected the light of her magic, but it was as if none of what we'd just done had happened. Leotie was still being helped to her feet by the wounded Orgos. Kapak was still screaming obscenities at the fleeing warriors. The injured still cried for their mothers or the gods or bit their tongues against the pain.

But, as the strangely cool light shone down, the wailing stopped.

My arm throbbed but felt as though it'd been bathed in cool spring water. The charred gristle at my fingertips regained its golden color and texture before my eyes, and the visceral bruises running up my arm slowly faded. The gash on my scalp where Sata had clubbed me with the sword knit itself together and, even though I'd marched and fought all day, I felt as though I could climb a mountain.

It was not the first time Serina had done this.

A cut on Leotie's forehead disappeared, leaving crusted blood. The Orgos pulled away the bloody bandage, his thigh wound little more than a pink mark. Kapak's scorched face looked as though it'd never felt the touch of Sata's magic. Everywhere her light touched, the wounded could only watch as their wounds disappeared. A qhatuq praying to the Pashudia to accept him into the second life, hands clutched over his looped and bloody entrails where they spilled from a fatal wound, grunted in new pain but looked down to see only a shallow gash in his belly.

Serina's magic even touched our wounded enemies, but they were unarmed and terrified by Serina's power and let themselves be tied into fetters by Kapak's guards. I took all of this in, in as much disbelief as all the others, still holding Serina's hands. Our eyes met, and we both knew that what we'd shared had been real and had somehow caused this. We shared a small smile, understanding that but nothing else.

"How, how in the Chaos Wastes did you do that?" Leotie stuttered, holding onto the Orgos as they and everyone else stared.

Serina just shook her head slowly.

"Serina, darling," I captured her chin to make her look into my eyes, "Who is 'she?'"

She smiled, her eyes far away, "I don't know, Kiravi. I don't know, and neither does she. But I wish I could show you."

And, one day, my dear readers, she would.