Spellbound Ch. 09

"Keep your hands where the are," she whispered tenderly while bending forward. Her legs held Vasya's arms firmly at his sides, and her hair silently surrounded them both in blackness while she leaned in for a kiss. Vasya moaned into it, loving her every move, but Melina's attention was focused on her hips as she shifted into position. When she settled in closer, she was able to rub her labia along his full length, trailing wetness as she did so. Vasya's heart thumped beneath her palms.

Her appetite had far outpaced her actual hunger, having tasted what more lay within her prey's willing body. She could no longer hold herself back from gorging once more. Melina reached back, lifted her hips, and slipped him inside her. She was so profoundly wet that it was impossible not to slide down his full length, though she made little effort to resist.

Vasya sounded as if he were biting back a scream, and barely succeeding. His back arched, pushing his chest hard against Melina's breast, as his eyes rolled back into his head. His legs curled partially, and his hands balled into fists. He forgot how to breathe.

Melina straightened and began moving her hips slowly, tipping her head back and smiling at her conquest. The sensation of having him inside her was a constant, throbbing burn that enveloped her flesh, and the air about them was thick with the sticky scent of her sex dripping onto the ground. It was dizzying, and she had trouble focusing on her actions.

"You may look," she said between moans. Vasya did so eagerly, his teeth still gritted against hard breath. It seemed to take an enormous effort for him to raise his head, but Melina gleaned a new desire from him via their connection. She chuckled.

"Very well, dear Vasya. You've earned it." Melina reoriented her legs, stepping over him while expertly keeping his cock deep within her, and faced the opposite direction. She reached forward and grasped each of his legs as a reminder of her dominion over him, while angling her hips so that her ass was presented perfectly to his eyes. As she resumed riding him, Melina was swift enough to tap her cheeks against him audibly with every pass, much to the delight of Vasya. He grunted, fingers buried deep in the cloth beneath him.

"You may touch as well," she said. Vasya's hands jumped into the air, but froze with uncertainty at the unexpected freedom. He sounded as if he would hyperventilate where he lay, before he took control of himself and placed his hands gingerly on her soft skin. His touch came as a surprise to Melina, not because of his timidness or resulting arousal; Vasya seemed to be sharply conscious of her needs. His movements were slow and respectful, as though he were worshipping her body.

The slap of each impact against Vasya's skin rippled through his hungry fingers, and she twisted her hips on each upward motion. Melina adjusted based on what she felt in their connection, and was able to hit the perfect angle, allowing him to penetrate deeply. She pulled her hair forward over one shoulder, allowing an unobstructed view of her body as she moved.

Melina glanced over her shoulder, gyrating her hips closer to him. She teased for as long as she could withstand it, before angling herself just so and slamming herself over his cock. When they drew close, she tasted Vasya's anxiety over the possibility of being denied, but she quickened her movements. His elation grew, and his hands failed to move in time with her hips as he lost his wits to the soft, crushing warmth which enveloped him. She went faster, watching his toes curl, head tip back, and back arch sharply. Faster.

Vasya's jaw fell open. His voice cracked as he moaned, grunted, and then screamed into the night. He emptied his lungs, then filled them and cried out once more, as his cock shot a stream of heat through Melina's core. She panted hard, riding out every wave that surged through her, while her legs shook violently. Vasya continued to twitch, and leak, for nearly half a minute longer, imbuing Melina with such energy as she'd never known before. He allowed her to take nearly all of what he had to give, draining his spirit.

Melina sat for a minute, panting, to allow herself to recover. She failed to hide her unsteady limbs from Vasya's eye, but he didn't appear to particularly mind. When she had drained his cock to completion, she gradually rose, while carefully cupping her hand beneath herself.

She planted her feet and turned, mindful of Vasya's position beneath her. He appeared too weak to protest or question what she was doing, until he looked up to see her knelt over his head. Melina smiled.

"Lick it up," she ordered, releasing her hand and lowering herself to his mouth. His eyebrows shot upward in surprise, but he didn't have the opportunity to question her before a slow stream of white liquid hit his tongue. He lapped at her with uncertainty, then with a growing confidence as he experienced the mixed taste of their coupling. Melina smiled and praised him, occasionally planting her hips low enough to smother him before pulling back.

"Excellent work, Vasya," she cooed. Her silken voice barely broke through the sound of his tongue working in her folds. "Don't you tire on me. We've only just begun."

***

Melina lay with him no fewer than seven times that night, gradually siphoning away his energy until she finally found its end. She'd delved deep into body and mind while indulging his every want. When the last of Vasya's desires had been sucked out of him, they'd collapsed in a sweating heap on the ground. With a scant few hours of darkness remaining, the two were spent, and Melina felt full to bursting.

After several minutes of relative quiet, Vasiliy propped himself on his elbows while gazing upward.

"I'm free," he whispered. "It's gone. All of it." He sighed, then turned toward Melina with a tranquil smile on his lips. "It's so strange. I can still see your beauty before me as clearly as before, but it no longer blinds my thoughts. It ends there. There's no compulsion, no depravity, just... beauty."

Melina smiled sadly, a mix of emotions rattling in her head. She didn't know whether to chastise Vasya for his past, or to simply be happy for his future. Which did he deserve? She bit her lip, unsure of what to say, before Vasya spoke once more.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "You've done me a great service."

Melina looked up at him from where she lay on her back, hair splayed beneath her and skin blending with the plush earth.

"You're welcome, Vasya," she said. "Thank you for agreeing to it. You've given me much to enjoy." The silence returned for a moment.

"So what happens now?" he asked, his eyes returning to the cloudless sky. The constant chirp of frogs was soft and distant, and the trees overhead were still.

"Now you must decide how much of the night you wish to remember. You cannot have all of it I'm afraid, but you will remember our deal and the general course of events, at a minimum."

Vasya acknowledged her with an "Mmm," lost in thought.

"Will I ever see you again?" he asked.

"Possibly. But you will be unable to recognize me. I must ensure that I cannot be hunted down, and that means erasing my identity from the minds of all who know my true nature."

"A terrible shame," he said morosely. "I'd hoped..." but he did not finish the thought, dismissing it with a shake of his head. "Could I select particular moments to remember?"

"Yes," said Melina, cocking her head.

"I would like to remember your beauty and kindness. As much as you'll allow, even if it is but a vague idea. And I would very much like to remember your game." He met her eyes. "The questions you asked have given me much to think about. Details of the acts themselves are unimportant; I believe it would be better not to know what I shall never experience again."

Melina saw a different man looking back at her. Where before there had been desperation, she saw hope and introspection. She'd never dreamed she could be capable of enacting such profound change.

"As you wish, Vasya." She smiled, then took his head in her hands and leaned forward to speak the enchantment which would cleanse his memories.

"Wait..." Vasya whispered, gently grasping one of her warm hands and holding it to his cheek. "Could we remain here for a while? Just a little longer."

Melina hesitated, unsure which of them had the deeper need for affection in that moment. The she drew him in close, settling his head in the crook of her neck.

"Very well," she whispered, resting her chin in his short-cropped hair. "It is a while yet until morning."

"I still don't know your name," said Vasya against her chest. Melina drew in a deep breath, feeling his head rise with the swell. Her voice was a melancholy whisper.

"I know."