Runemaster: The White Witch Pt. 02

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Welcome to Part 2 of Runemaster.

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This part of the story has fighting, violence and death. It is not hugely graphic but some of you may not be interested in having that as part of the stories you like to read.This part of the story is purely female/male, it features deepthroating and some Dom/Sub vibes as part of the sex. If that isn't what you are looking for then the sex part of this story probably won't be for you.

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"Rafe!"

"Rafe wake up!"

"Huhhh?"

Rafe Newark groaned as he was dragged from his dreams, the voice calling him urgently into the waking world. He ignored it, rolling over and opting to cover his head with the pillow.

"Rafe you ass! Get up! You need to see this!" the voice yelled at him again and Rafe pulled the pillow tighter in response, burrowing deeper into the warm cocoon of his sheets.

A barrage of cushions followed, the soft objects bouncing off his prone body as he was pelted. One, two, three, followed by what he could only assume was a shoe. The rubbery sole smacking into his back with a dull thud.

"Rafe, c'monnn wake up," the voice tried wheedling this time, the pleading designed explicitly for him to give in and do what it wanted. He'd heard it enough times in the past twenty-four hours. Though it had been asking for something rather different at the time.

"Ugh...ok.... ok, I'm up, I'm up," the Runemaster grunted when the second shoe thudded into his back with a matching dull smack. Turning back over, Rafe rolled himself to the edge of the bed before swinging his legs out from under the black cotton sheets and putting his feet onto the cold floor.

"What is it Nat?" he groaned sleepily. Putting his head into his hands and dragging fingers through messy dark hair, Rafe tried to clear the dregs of sleep from his mind before looking over at the woman who had awoken him.

Natalya Ashworth. The 'White Witch' of Undertown. His ex-girlfriend. More than likely his now current girlfriend. His lover. His sun and his stars. His hope, his home, and his love. She was everything to him and more. She belonged to him, and he belonged to her. Forever.

He had tried to run away in the past. Had tried to deny the chemistry they had, tried to run from the bond they had, the pure animal attraction and need they had for one another. It had been too intense, too primal. He'd broken it off, abandoned Undertown and the magical society below Steelhaven for the 'normal' society above. Only recent circumstances had forced them back together.

He'd had to go on the run. Witness to a massacre and one of the few outside the all-powerful Grey family to know the truth behind it, he'd been sentenced to death by the most powerful man in the city. So of course, he'd turned to one of the few people he trusted completely and the most powerful witch he knew for help.

Natalya.

He'd gone straight to her and just as quickly he'd fallen back under her spell. It was as if he'd never been apart from her. He'd kissed the hell out of her at the first opportunity and she'd kissed him back just as fiercely. Of course, he'd then ended up destroying half her shop when a mysterious assailant that had already murdered Nat's coven decided to try the same on her while he was present. It hadn't gone well for any of them really. But you couldn't win them all.

His witch was currently over on his ragged couch glued to the TV. Dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of black panties, she looked delicious, and Rafe felt himself stir at the mere sight of her. Her long white hair was hanging loosely down her back and across her shoulders, her extraordinarily pale ivory skin glowing as it reflected the light of his TV in the dark shadows of his bunker.

Nat waved at him furiously, trying to get him to hurry as she kept her eyes and ears locked onto the TV.

"You're gonna miss it Rafe."

"Miss what Nat?" Rafe asked, trying to focus bleary eyes on the TV and figure out what was so important.

Squinting at the glowing box, Rafe realised Nat was watching the news when the local SNC anchor came into focus, and he actually began paying attention to what was playing on the TV. Tuning in properly he listened intently as the stern professional woman delivered the report that had so excited Nat.

"...multiple witnesses have claimed to have heard gunfire along with several other loud explosions late last night at the Grey Family Estate. Representatives of the family have denied these rumours claiming that the sounds were merely the result of an accident involving large quantities of fireworks.

"Intended to be part of the celebration to announce the nuptials of the infamous twin heiresses. The fireworks, according to Grey family sources, were accidentally set alight whilst in storage, the resulting explosion demolishing a portion of the estates wall as well as setting the garden alight.

"Katherine and Elizabeth, the Grey family heirs have not appeared since news broke of their matching engagements alongside the accident. No further details have been given on who they are engaged to, but we have been told they are unharmed by the incident and have retreated to another of the families' properties outside Steelhaven along with their mother."

"Holy shit," Rafe exhaled in awe.

"In other news the SPD continues to investigate the theft of a corpse from the..."

Natalya flicked the TV off now the report was over and turned on the couch to look at him.

"Holy shit is right Rafe. Someone attacked the damn Greys!"

Rafe nodded slowly; his mind was racing. This was a huge deal. Not just for the Greys. But for the whole city. For him. If someone were attacking them now so brazenly then maybe he could get lost in the shuffle.

"It has to be about the McCallister," he said thoughtfully after a moment, matching gazes with Nat, "nothing else that I have heard of could've caused a reaction such as this."

Natalya nodded.

"I agree. If a McCallister has returned to Steelhaven and she was with the Greys either voluntarily or as a prisoner there is no way the other families would be able to stay away.

"It is good news for us though," she added as an afterthought.

"It is?" Rafe replied sceptically.

"If they are busy dealing with that then they are going to be far too occupied to worry about you," she replied.

"Lord Grey will never let it go," Rafe disagreed with a shake of his head, and he stood up.

Yawning widely, stretching, and then scratching at himself, Rafe took a moment to fully wake himself before ambling over to the couch and sinking down beside Natalya. Wrapping an arm around the snow-haired beauty he pulled her to his naked chest and planted a soft kiss amongst her hair.

"We might sink down his priority list with everything else that he's got going on, hopefully a long, long, loooong way down the list, but he won't forget. He will come for me eventually," Rafe said easily, as if having a permanent death sentence hanging over you was an everyday occurrence.

"We will be ready for him," Natalya said firmly as she snuggled into his bare chest.

"We will be ready," Rafe agreed. Nothing. Nothing was ever going to separate him from Natalya again. Not while he lived.

"The wards we've buffed up will help," Natalya said, "but I can do better. I can make them stronger. We just need to go by the store if we're gonna do that."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, "Will it be safe?"

Natalya shrugged noncommittally, "U-Sec should probably have the place locked down still or at least watched. I don't think we will have too much trouble while we are there.

"Plus, if we are gonna turn this place," she said gesturing vaguely around his bunker, "into our fortress, then I'm gonna need my stuff. With proper tools and supplies I can make it so Lord Grey himself has to march down here to knock down our walls."

"My runes and your enchantments should have us pretty close to that already, that's why I asked you to come by in the first place," Rafe said.

"No, I can make it better," Nat said, shaking her head slightly, "I didn't bring everything, and I didn't bring the very best."

Sitting up, she pulled herself from Rafe's warm embrace and turned to face him properly.

"If this is going to be our home," Natalya said, stressing the word, "then I'm going to go all out on protecting us, Rafe.

"I wasn't sure we would end up together like this again, but I can't deny I didn't hope for it. We belong together, Rafe, and if you've decided to stop running from the Greys and from us then I'm going to commit to making this our home."

Rafe simply kissed her as his answer. Locking lips with his lover, he poured all the love, devotion, and desire he had into the kiss. Everything he had was hers, and he wanted her to believe it to the very bottom of her heart.

Natalya returned it just as eagerly, hungrily devouring his lips and pushing her tongue into his mouth for more. This was how it had been for the past two days. Every time they touched, the hunger and need would overwhelm them, their connection driving them for more and into frenzy. They had spent more time in bed than doing anything else. The inescapable need to be with the other, their constant companion.

Natalya rose up, pushing Rafe back against the couch with both hands, she swiftly moved onto her knees, straddling his legs, and pressing her body against his own. His hands were roaming her body, sliding underneath her shirt to trace soft caresses across her hips and spine while they continued to kiss like there was no tomorrow. She could feel him hardening against her, she couldn't help herself but to grind against the firm shaft, and she could feel her own arousal flooding her panties. Just the passion of their kiss was enough to get them both going, and she already wanted more.

Rafe was pulling at her top, desperate to get the garment out of her way so he could see her body. Breaking their kiss, he pulled away just long enough for him to be able to strip the shirt away and expose her breasts and delicious pink nipples before his mouth was on hers again.

"Mmmpf," Natalya couldn't help but moan into Rafe's mouth as her grinding grew faster. Hips swivelling rapidly atop his erection as he used his hands to hold her firmly against him.

This time it was Natalya that broke the kiss, breaking the lip lock so she could get what she wanted. Not even bothering to undress properly, she simply pulled Rafe's thick dick through the front of his boxer shorts and pushed her own underwear aside.

"Fuuuuuck," Rafe's growl was guttural as he felt Nat's hot tunnel envelop him completely in one swift motion.

"Oh gawwd," Nat moaned as she sunk onto Rafe's hard rod and she leant forward, pressing her chest to his, aching nipples finding small relief in the pressure.

Encircling his neck with her arms, Natalya buried her face in his neck, Rafe doing the same to her, his teeth nipping gently at the tender skin and Natalya couldn't help but let small groans escape with every tiny bite.

Lifting her hips steadily, Natalya tried to start slowly, relishing in the perfect fullness of having Rafe inside her once more. His hard dick throbbing as her tight pussy massaged his length.

"Oh, fuck Rafe, I needed this, I'll always need this," she sighed into his ear.

Her words triggered her lover to respond. Not content with her languid pace, his grip on her hips tightened and he pushed her back down onto his dick, thrusting eagerly back up to meet her.

"Ohhh fuck! Yesss!" Natalya cried as she crashed back into Rafe, his cock driving deeply back into her hot core.

Rafe kept up the pace, manhandling her up and down as he thrust into her again and again. Natalya bouncing and jiggling with every mind-blanking spear of his dick into her sensitive body.

"Yesss, fuck me Rafe, fuck me harder, I need it," Natalya panted, and she dragged her tongue along his neck. Tasting his skin and sweat before biting his ear gently as he filled her so completely.

"Yesss, be my good witch Nat. Take it all, I know you want it," Rafe groaned.

"Yes Rafe! I want it! I want it so much!"

Their pace increased again, the sound of skin smacking into skin echoing through the room as they lost themselves in each other. It didn't take long for them to reach the peak in their frenzy for one another.

"Fuuuuck Nat, I'm gonna cum!" Rafe cried and he pinned her hips to his, grinding his dick against her hot insides as he chased his climax.

"Yes! Fill me Rafe! Give me your cummmm!" Natalya cried, her voice climbing in ecstasy as her clit rubbed against her lover's pelvis and his dick pulsed and throbbed inside her.

Rafe thrust a few short powerful thrusts, only an inch or so escaping from Natalya's moist depths before he drove back in. The ethereal beauty in his lap gasping with each movement, pleasure lancing through her body. It was enough to push him over the edge.

"I'm cumming Nat, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," Rafe started chanting, the mantra continuing over and over again till he finally did just that.

The pressure low in his body broke and Rafe could feel the cum surge up his shaft before exploding into the witch above him.

"Oh gawwwd! Yes Rafe! Fill me!" Natalya cried as she felt the first wave of cum flood her body, and she soon joined him in voicing her own orgasm.

"I'm cummmming!" she wailed, and the slim beauty bucked her hips harder, her muscles squeezing and clamping around the invading cock as she milked Rafe for every ounce of cum she could.

It was a good minute before either of them could speak again, both of them sucking in air and resting against the other as they came down from their shared ecstasy. Natalya, her pale skin flushed pink from the effort, was the first to pull away. She looked down at Rafe. His torso was covered in sweat, the tattooed runes on his chest glistening and she bit her lip unconsciously, her pussy gripping him reflexively as she studied him lustfully.

"Oh, fuck Nat," Rafe sighed as he felt her flex around his sensitive dick, "you are insatiable."

Natalya grinned and leant in for a quick kiss.

"Don't blame this one on me, mister. This is all your fault. You kissed me."

"Maybe I should stop doing that then, we might actually get something done in that case," Rafe replied.

Natalya grinned widely at him and leant back, putting her entire pale body on display, and gesturing towards it.

"And miss out on all this?" she said smugly, and she squeezed him again for good measure.

"Hahahaha fair point, fair point," he conceded with a laugh.

"But I think," he countered with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, "that someone is forgetting a few things."

"Oh?" Natalya replied, her eyes lighting up as she realised that they hadn't finished playing.

Taking a firm grip on the smooth curve of her hips, Rafe lifted Natalya off his still diamond hard dick before cramming it almost violently back inside her hot hole.

"You belong to me. You are my witch, and you are made for this cock. It belongs inside you, and you love to serve it," Rafe told her, every statement paired with a rough thrust into her needy pussy.

"Fuck Rafe!" Natalya cried as they began again, her words pouring forth frantically as she was used, "fuck me, I'm yours, I'm your witch. I love this cock and I love you! Make me cum! Make me cum and claim me!"

Rafe's dick lurched, an extra measure of hardness taking hold as he heard her words of devotion. She really was his. Leaning forward he shifted his grip. Letting go of her hips, he encircled Nat with his arms, pulling her close, tasting her pale skin with his lips as he let her ride freely.

This was all he needed. She was all he needed. The rest of the world could wait.

*****

It was several hours later when Rafe woke up again. He was back in bed, Natalya draped across his arm and chest, his lover snoring softly as she continued to doze. He couldn't help but smile at her resting face and pure beauty. They'd worn each other out; the second time on the couch hadn't been the last, neither had the time after that. He wasn't sure when they'd moved to the bed, but he was fairly sure they'd gone a few rounds there as well. With his stamina runes and her magic, it could be a long time before either of them tired out.

Easing Nat gently from her place across his chest, Rafe removed himself from the warm embrace and shuffled towards the edge of the bed. Checking he hadn't awoken her, Rafe tucked his sleeping witch back in beneath the sheets before he stood and stretched. Moving out of the small alcove that hid the bed away, Rafe moved through the bunker to the small kitchen and poured himself a coffee. The TV was still going and he watched only half-interested as the news began showing footage of the wrecked Grey estate once again.

Sipping at his coffee, Rafe considered what they should actually do. Flicking his eyes to the corner of the TV, he took note of the time. Midday. He had to laugh; they'd spent literally the entire morning fucking.

He and Nat had spent a good amount of time over the past two days carving new runes and imbuing enchantments into the walls of the empty warehouse on the surface and the two entrances to the bunker. The place may look like an abandoned trash heap above ground, but it would take a tank or worse to get in now.

Unless a Grey showed up. Or one of significant power anyway.

Magical power was a weird thing. Many scholars and innumerable scientists had spent their days and nights chasing the mystery behind what determined an individual's strength. No one had ever found any conclusive proof, no rhyme or reason as to why some were stronger than others or even why some couldn't learn at all. But there were some theories. The currently accepted one was that everyone was simply born with a predetermined cap on how strong they could become. Plus, the force of will or resolve you carried within yourself allowed you to grow stronger and extreme emotions could push you even further.

It made it hard to judge who was stronger than who in the grand scheme of things. Unless you directly fought against someone there was no way to tell for certain, but as you grew and gained experience, a kind of sixth sense developed. A kind of innate ability to tell where you fit in amongst all the magic users in your vicinity.

He knew he was strong; he knew Nat was strong. She was even possibly the strongest human witch in Undertown now that her coven was dead, and she was definitely the best for enchantments.

Comparing their strength against the Greys, well the ones in the city proper anyway, most of the magic negating family were not of any note. All middle of the road strength wise, they could be counted on to negate the average wizard, witch, or sorcerer. It was the bigger names that he and Nat had to worry about: Lord Grey himself, his twin daughters Katherine and Elizabeth. They were the three strongest he knew of.

Though with how things appeared to be going it was only Lord Grey himself that could counter them.

Lord Grey and the Fae.

Rafe frowned as he considered that unknown. The Greys he knew and could prepare for to a degree. That was his world and his city. But an ancient Fae who could tank blows from his fully powered runes was a definite problem.

The fact that they were hunting Natalya was even worse. He needed information and he needed it quickly. That meant a trip to Undertown and not to the higher levels where the shop and U-Sec made their home. He needed to go down into the depths, find some of the seedier bars and dives.