Who: Caius and Reagan When: Sunday, Evening, July 1st Where: Home Warning: NSFW Status: complete
After the minor mirror incident at the carnival the week before, Reagan had been more than a little paranoid about leaving the house. She did, of course, because she had a business to run and things to do, but she was constantly aware of her surroundings, looking for anything or anyone who might want to take her magic from her again. Ready to stop them by any means necessary.
Waking up in Zania’s body had been traumatic, but Reagan had been more bothered knowing Zania had been in Reagan’s body and had felt her magic. It was a violation, because Reagan had done all of the hard work, she was the only one meant for that magic and Zania had gotten a taste of it. Since that day, Reagan had almost expected Zania to show up at her house in an attempt to ask questions, or something worse. That was something Reagan wasn’t ready or willing to put up with.
When she was home, she spent her time in her work room, or sitting outside on the back deck with flames burning bright in the fire pit. Being near her dominant element made her feel stronger and every time she gave herself over to what was thrumming through her veins, it was almost like she was levitating above everyone else. It was probably the most intoxicating feeling she had ever experienced.
And she wanted more of it.
She was sitting outside again, beside her fire, waiting for Caius to come home. He seemed to be the only one she could tolerate lately. He understood what she was doing and why and he knew they would both benefit from it. Tonight she had important things to talk about and she could only hope he would come home in a decent mood.
Though the body swap incident had been resolved quickly, it had still rattled Caius much more than he was comfortable with. His sexual history with Zania, the lowkey rivalry she and Reagan had going on for years, Zan getting access to Reagan’s magic, knowing that someone else knew something was up ... none of it was good. Caius just hoped that Zania kept it to herself and didn’t try to interfere or harass Reagan about it. Not only for their sakes, but her own as well. He wasn’t to the point yet where he would call his wife unpredictable, but her power was becoming intimidating, even to him. And she’d always had a temper.
Caius normally wouldn’t be working on a Sunday, but there were still some preparations to do for the July Fourth festivities in a few days, so he’d been down at the marina for quite a while. He was grateful to finally pull into the garage at home, and he just sat in the car for a few moments, trying to let go of the stress of the past several days. The carnival, the mirror shit, Reagan draining another witch. Moretti was getting mouthier while he did the job, but Caius’s control spells seemed to be holding. He hoped not to need the wendigo for much longer, he felt closer to figuring out how Reagan could do this without killing every time. It would be the key to unlocking unimaginable power.
Finally he climbed out of the car and went inside, tossing his jacket over the back of a chair as he entered the house. Walking into the kitchen, he could see the fire going out back, so he didn’t bother to call for Reagan. Caius poured himself a glass of wine, toed out of his shoes, and stepped out onto the deck. “Evening, love,” he murmured as he dipped in to kiss Reagan hello.
Reagan refocused her attention when Caius stepped out to join her. Her initial instinct was to get him naked and tie him up somewhere to use him for a while, but she managed to resist for the time being. Instead her magic reached out to his, as it always did, needing that connection just as desperately. Reagan had always known how powerful Caius was, but now she knew it on a much darker level, the one that occasionally woke her in the night, tempting her. Caius's magic would make her damn near unstoppable. But he was also her lifeline, her soulmate, and she would never hurt him, not even for power. After returning his kiss, she gave him a small smile. "Did you get everything done that you needed to?" Independence Day was in a few days and Reagan knew how chaotic the town could get, especially with everything going on.
Caius got a pleasantly sparky jolt inside as their magic connected and tangled together. It had always felt good and been a big part of their intimacy, but these days there was so much extra juice to it. It was like getting a small taste of having all of that power himself, and he completely understood why Reagan was so hooked on it. Caius sat down next to her with a little sigh and crossed his legs, his gaze on the fire. “Everything I could accomplish today, yes,” he answered as he lifted his glass to his lips. “It’s all shaping up nicely, it should be a really good show this year.” He honestly didn’t have a patriotic bone in his body, but Caius knew how much traditions and festivals and holidays meant to people. You had to give them an outlet, let them cut loose sometimes, or they got too restless. “How was your day?” he asked, looking over at Reagan again.
“It was good,” Reagan said, pleased when Caius sat beside her. It made her want to nibble on his neck. Bite it, even. But Reagan had always loved marking Caius in her own way. Especially now that Zania had woken up in bed with him. Granted, she had been in Reagan’s body and nothing had actually happened, but it still made Reagan want to constantly reclaim him as her own. Breathing in the night air, Reagan closed her eyes, not really wanting to ask anything else about his day. Work felt so insignificant now. “I discovered something today,” she explained, opening her eyes to look over at her husband. He always looked so handsome in fire light. “There was a spider in the house earlier. I thought about killing it, but for whatever reason, I just… told it to go away. And it did.” She laughed softly and shook her head. “I thought that was strange, of course… so I told it to come back, just to see, you know? And it did.” Reagan smiled and gestured to the deck flooring, wanting Caius to notice the sudden plethora of spiders suddenly scurrying up through and around the planks of wood, towards them. “If I want them here, they come. If I don’t…” She dismissed them with a wave of her hand and they changed course, slipping back to where they had come from.
Caius was fine with not discussing work -- they both knew what it took to run their particular businesses, and saddling one’s spouse with work complaints could be so banal and a mood killer. He looked over at her as she began to speak again, his interest rising. Caius followed her gaze to the deck floor, feeling a little jolt of both surprise and revulsion when the wave of spiders began to appear. It was quickly replaced with a sense of awe, and he leaned forward to see better as all the small black dots headed back down through the cracks in the boards. “Reagan, that’s fucking incredible,” Caius murmured as he looked at her again. It was certainly an unexpected side effect to all of this, and he had to wonder if any witch in particular had some affinity for controlling insects, or if this was some new power emerging from all of that absorbed magic. “Have you tried it with anything else? Other insects?” he asked, his mind already jumping to experimenting and figuring this new development out.
Reagan shook her head. "I haven't tried it with anything else yet. I suppose I could." She lifted a dark brow and studied Caius, more than a little pleased that he seemed impressed. For as long as they had both had their magic, Reagan had wanted to be his equal but he always seemed to have an advantage. Maybe it was the demon blood, or the fact that his father was more ruthless and magic-hungry than Reagan's mother. Caius had never been afraid to tap into his potential, no matter how dark it got, and now she felt as though she was able to meet him on his level and maybe even surpass it. "Pick something... an insect... whatever," she suggested. "And I'll see what I can do with it."
He’d always known that Reagan had great potential, but with Caius’s training having started so young, and the way his father always pushed him, he’d felt magically superior to every other witch he’d ever met, including her. Those tables were turning now, but instead of feeling intimidated or threatened by his wife’s blossoming power, Caius was excited for it, invigorated by it. He was of course interested in expanding his own, but that could come later. It wasn’t a race, or a competition. They could grow together. He pursed his lips in thought for a brief moment, then glanced out into the darkened yard. “It’s summer, so ... bring in some fireflies,” he suggested. “Let’s see what you can do with them.”
Fireflies. Reagan brightened instantly at the thought. It was a natural feeling, to reach out to nature and pull them towards her. It took a moment, but then the soft, flickering lights started to appear in the yard, and then closer to where they sat on the deck. Reagan dulled the fire in the pit so they could see the fireflies better, and within seconds, there were hundreds surrounding them on the deck. "Well," Reagan began with a laugh. "I think I like this." Was it just restricted to insects? Could she call animals to her? Reptiles? There were so many possibilities to ponder. Looking over at Caius, Reagan smiled. "I have you to thank for a lot of this... for taking care of me. For understanding."
It was beautiful, like a bunch of tiny stars descending to dance all around them. Caius watched it all happen with a serene half-smile on his face. His dark eyes turned to Reagan when she spoke again, and that smile spread further. He reached over to take her hand and lifted it to his lips to kiss her fingers gently. “I will always do my best to understand and take care of you,” he told her. “You’re doing something incredible, and I want to support you.” Did the competitive part of him feel tugs of jealousy sometimes? Yes. But Reagan was the closest person in the world to him, so her success felt more like his success than anyone else’s would have. He glanced out at all of the fireflies again, then asked, “How much control do you have? Can you direct them? Make shapes with them?” He was curious.
Most men would have likely been put off or scared by what she was doing, but Caius understood. It was one of the many reasons why Reagan knew they belonged together. No one else had ever supported her the way Caius had, even when they were apart. She looked back at the fireflies, not entirely sure what kind of control she had. But if she could draw them to her, surely she could do more. The magic seemed to swirl in her gut, boosting her confidence and Reagan lifted her free hand, watching the fireflies fly higher in the sky. When she drew her hand back down, they came with it. Laughing, Reagan watched as they formed a dome over her and Caius's heads. Their son would have this power, she was sure of it. "I guess so..." She looked at Caius again. "I'm stronger than before. Maybe it won't result in death anymore." She knew he was trying to find a way to keep Reagan from killing anyone else. Maybe now that she had more stability, more control, she could stop it from going that far.
Again, it was a fantastic show and display of power, and it made Caius grin to look up at the blanket of slow-blinking lights. They didn’t form a perfect grid or anything, but what Reagan was doing with them was already incredible. He looked over to meet Reagan’s gaze again, nodding slightly, a half-smile still on his face. “We can see,” he said. “If not, I’ve been putting together some protection spells that may help. Something to halt it right at the line of lethality.” It wasn’t that Caius really cared about the lives Reagan was taking as she grew her power, he just didn’t want any heat coming back on them. They had a pretty good system going so far, Adrian Moretti’s skillset had been a saving grace, but Caius knew it couldn’t go on like this for much longer. “And next time, if they live, I can wipe their memories.”
She had nearly forgotten about Caius's ability to mess with memories. Reagan recalled not really approving of it when he first told her what he could do, but now it seemed like the perfect solution. "We'll want to test it on someone," she said, gripping his hand tight with excitement. "Brianna McCarthy. Her family... Baron's descendents. Their magic was triggered, but they still never use it. It could be any of them, her mother or brother... Brianna herself." The mere thought of taking something that was connected to Baron in any shape or form was intoxicating and Reagan wanted it now, even if she knew it was foolish to be impulsive about such things. "It feels right for them to be next."
He loved to see her excited about anything, and Caius couldn’t help but smile and squeeze her hand back. He knew James McCarthy wasn’t in the Baron bloodline, but honestly he was kind of on board with stripping the entire family of their magic. It wasn’t like they seemed to use it for anything, it was wasted on them. Well, maybe not the children, at least not until they were sure Reagan could draw from them without killing them. “Then they are next,” Caius murmured, pulling Reagan’s hand up to kiss it again. He wanted to give her anything and everything she desired. “If you take from Brianna, you ought to take from James too. ... As long as we know you can do it minus the death, I would rather not leave their children as orphans all at once. Perhaps an experiment on the brother is in order first?”
James was the only powerful witch in that family, so of course it was tempting to drain him of his magic. Their son had tried to kill Caius, after all, and even though he had been possessed, Reagan still wasn't sure he had faced adequate punishment for his actions. It was like the entire thing was swept under the rug. "The brother," Reagan agreed, smoothing her thumb over his bottom lip. "And if he survives, I doubt he'll even know what's missing." He may feel a bit empty, but if he wasn't using his magic, then where was the harm? Reagan was already imagining what she could do if she wasn't leaving corpses behind. "If this works, what will you do with the wendigo? He won't remember any of this, will he?"
Caius wasn’t sure about that, but he’d always had a deep connection to his magic. He couldn’t imagine feeling it and not using it, so maybe Brianna’s brother didn’t even really feel it. Maybe that was different for every witch, he didn’t know. In any case, Reagan could and would make better use of the magic than any Baron descendant ever would. There was a sense of justice in thinking about taking magic from them, their bloodline had done so much damage. “He doesn’t remember anything, nor will he,” Caius confirmed with a shake of his head. “I gave him what he wanted, I’ll just ... keep him on retainer, so to speak. Just in case.” Adrian Moretti was too useful to just cut loose. Caius didn’t want to need him anymore, but who knew what corpses were in their future.
Reagan knew the Baron bloodline was to blame for so many terrible things in this town, including the curse placed on her and Caius's families. She doubted she would feel much guilt if she took their magic. She would certainly put it to better use. Chuckling a bit when Caius mentioned keeping a wendigo on retainer, Reagan couldn't help but think about how strange their lives were. Yet, it felt normal. "Just in case," she repeated, drawing his hand to her mouth now so she could kiss his fingers. "Think of all the people in this town you could have on retainer if you wanted to. Useful people."
“It’s just a matter of time,” Caius murmured with a faint smile, watching Reagan’s lips against his knuckles. He brushed her face with his thumb. “You and I are going to run this place ... sooner rather than later, I think.” With the rate Reagan was gaining power, Caius had had many fantasies of a hostile magical takeover of Point Pleasant. He knew the reality likely wouldn’t be as dramatic, subtlety was usually the better option if one wanted the future to run smoothly, but it was fun to think about all of the damage they could do together. All of the things they could accomplish.
It was always something Reagan knew would happen eventually. Caius being Anthony's son all be assured that, but he was also one of the most powerful witches Reagan knew. He surpassed many of the older witches in town and Reagan was consistently impressed and turned on by his power. "I think we were always meant to do that," she said. "No wonder everyone wanted to keep us apart." Sure, it was a curse and their parents, but if this went all the way back to Baron... they were right to be envious. Lowering their hands, Reagan leaned over to kiss Caius properly, still awash in the glow of the fireflies. There was so much she planned to do and was thrilled to have Caius right beside her. "I think I feel like taking you upstairs and tying you up," she said with a grin against his mouth. "Then having my way with you for a while."
Caius wasn’t sure how much he believed in things being Meant To Be by any particular force, but it did feel natural to think he would rule this town someday. His father already did to some degree, but Caius knew there were forces even Anthony D’Onofrio answered to. He was going to be better. And he would do it all with a true queen at his side, his equal, just as he’d always known it would be. Caius kissed Reagan back with feeling, then cracked his eyes open again and quirked his brows at her, one corner of his mouth turning up. “I think that can be arranged,” he murmured, a bit of extra heat flashing through his lower belly. Playing with their power dynamics had become more and more arousing these days, as Reagan became more formidable. Caius’s eager magic reached out to brush against hers and he kissed her again before he moved to stand up.
Reagan knew how much Caius enjoyed the power play between them in the bedroom. She did too. It was never predictable, which she thought kept things interesting between them. His magic seemed to circle around her own, arousing her further before she stood. There were plenty of times when Reagan wanted to be dominated by Caius in bed, but lately she had been feeling more aggressive, wanting to take what she wanted, how she wanted it. Caius had yet to complain about it, and she knew he wouldn't. He liked it as much as she did. And gods, she loved having him at her mercy too. Releasing the fireflies, she waved her hand to put out the fire in the pit and lead Caius inside. As soon as they stepped foot into their bedroom, Reagan turned toward him to start unbuttoning his work shirt. Undressing him was one of her favorite things to do and she wanted to take her time... at least for the moment.
He wasn’t afraid of Reagan, even though he sometimes felt edgy when she was draining the magic and the life out of another witch. Danger had always appealed to the darker, more ambitious side of Caius ... one couldn’t grow and evolve without some painful lessons, and Caius had never shied away from sticking his hand in the fire, so to speak. He’d been trained and molded to be brave in the name of power, and he found himself eager to throw himself on Reagan’s pyre. If that included allowing her to take control of him in other areas of their life too ... well, so far Caius had been enjoying it all. He stood in front of her, his hands lightly brushing her arms and then resting on her hips as she undid his shirt and pulled it free, his gaze drifting over her lovely face. “I wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but you’re getting even more beautiful,” he murmured to her.
Reagan hummed in her throat as she slid his shirt down his shoulders. "Power has been really good for my skin," she teased before moving her hands to his belt to start work on getting his pants off. It was thrilling, having Caius by her side through all of this. She knew how solitary he was, how he needed control in his life. And she knew she was the only person he was willing to relinquish that control to. Reagan began to kiss his throat and neck, working his pants down his hips. The warmth was beginning to turn into liquid heat and Reagan ran her hands over his chest and stomach. It felt completely natural, all of the dark things she wanted to do to him. Smiling softly against his skin, she then nipped at his throat. "Lay down."
Caius moved his arms to let his shirt drop off, Reagan’s fingers at his belt sending fresh heat through his insides. He enjoyed it when she unwrapped him like he was a gift just for her. His eyes rolled shut and he tilted his head to give her room at his neck, tingles rushing down from her lips and teeth, encouraging more blood to flow into his groin. Reagan was the only other person he really trusted in the world enough to fully let his guard down, to let her see the real him. She didn’t judge him, just like he didn’t judge her. They were who they were, and they loved each other, and what else truly mattered in the world? The light nip made him smile as he pulled back from her. Caius stepped out of the pants around his ankles and pulled his socks off before he obeyed, moving to the bed to stretch out in his boxer briefs.
Reagan took a moment to appreciate the image of Caius on their bed, nearly naked. Then she crawled up onto the bed to join him, settling her knees on either side of his legs, rather than straddling his lap. She desperately wanted to rub herself against his crotch, but instead Reagan gripped the hem of her sundress, pulling it up and over her body. She wore nothing underneath. Discarding her dress, Reagan began to run her hands up his legs to his thighs. Gods, she loved his body, every inch of it. And it belonged solely to her. Curling her fingers inside the waistband of his boxer briefs, Reagan began to peel them down, kissing parts of his newly exposed skin as she did so.
He tucked one hand behind his head as Reagan climbed on top of him, his lips slightly parted as he watched that lovely unveiling. Caius had seen her naked thousands of times, he knew every inch of her body, but she never failed to make his heart race. He lifted his hips to assist with discarding his underwear, his cock gradually swelling where it rested against his hip. He loved that he could feel her desire for him so keenly, especially as their magics started to really entwine and vibe together. Caius didn’t mind giving up control because Reagan always made him feel so wanted and lusted after and cherished at the same time. He reached down to brush his fingers through her dark hair, his skin tingling wherever her lips touched. “How do you want to tie me?” he murmured.
Smiling against his skin, Reagan peered up at him from where she was. "You're eager, aren't you?" She swiped her tongue along the length of his cock. "That's all right. I am too." Pushing herself up his body a bit, she straddled him, her knees pressed into the bed on either side of him. Taking one arm, she drew it up toward the headboard, but instead of using something physical, Reagan tapped into her magic, using it to bind his wrist to the headboard as if he had a rope tying him there instead. It would certainly be more comfortable, and certainly stronger. Reagan wanted to make sure he couldn't free himself, even if he wanted to. She did the same with his other wrist, pleased with her work, well aware that it could come in handy for so many things. But binding her husband to their bed was definitely the most erotic. "How's that?" she asked, leaning down to kiss his neck again, her hands sliding down his chest, her thumbs brushing over his nipples.
Reagan’s tongue against his cock certainly made him feel more eager, Caius couldn’t deny that. He caught his bottom lip in his teeth as he watched her move, not resisting the way she directed his arms to bind him. He’d expected silk ties maybe, or the faux handcuffs they rarely played with, but being ‘tied’ just by magic felt perfect. It was like having Reagan’s hands locked around his wrists, but even better, the magic sending a buzzy sort of feeling down his arms. “That’s new,” he whispered with a soft huff, as he leaned his head to give her space at his neck. Gods, her hands felt divine on his body, and he wanted them all over him all at once. “I like it.” Caius rocked underneath her a bit, not in any demanding way, but enough to give his body a taste of the heat and friction it was craving. He was so hard already.
"I like it too." Caius, naked and at her mercy. Reagan pressed against him, wanting him to feel just how wet she was for him already. "I could get used to this," she added with a sly smile. Pushing her way down his body, Reagan took her time kissing his skin, nipping here and there with her teeth. When she got to his cock, she licked him slowly, pushing her magic against his, wanting to overwhelm and stimulate at the same time. As badly as Reagan wanted to climb onto his cock and ride them both into oblivion, she wanted to tease him a bit first, especially because he couldn't touch her.
That taunting press of her pussy against him made Caius’s abs jump a bit, and he let out a soft groan when she moved away. He pulled against the magic holding his hands above his head, not really to break free but just to feel the resistance, to remind his body that he was locked in place. It felt damn good, in a deliciously frustrating kind of way. Caius wanted to caress and grope his gorgeous sexy wife, to feel her and direct her movements, but at the same time he was very happy not to be able to. He watched her descent, then let his head fall back as her mouth reached its destination. Caius moaned as he sensed all that magical fire surrounding him, familiar but exotic at the same time, because it wasn’t just Reagan’s fire anymore. It was Reagan’s everything, and the dark air in Caius swelled to meet it all.
Reagan moaned when she felt Caius's magic, so strong, so dark. She wanted to push him to his limit, to drive him to the edge and pull back until he was begging her for release. Just the thought of hearing Caius plead sent a fresh wave of heat between her legs. Flicking her tongue against the head of his cock, she peered up at him through her dark lashes, drawing him deep into her mouth, moaning again at the heaviness against her tongue and the way he tasted. It was so familiar to her, but she still couldn't get enough of it.
Caius’s eyes were drawn to Reagan’s face again, his dark head lifting to look down the length of his body at what she was so skillfully doing to him. Reagan knew his body and how to please it almost better than he did himself, so he had no doubt she could play him like a violin and there would be nothing he could do about it. In any other context that would have stressed him out, but here it was safe and sexy as fuck to give her free rein to play with him however she wanted. His thick brows drawing closer together, Caius made a soft sound as Reagan engulfed him with her mouth, his hips pressing upward instinctually, already hungry for more.
Reagan pressed her palms against his hip bones, pressing them down against the bed, holding him still so he couldn't move as freely as he probably would have liked to. She wanted him tense and desperate, bordering that delicious line between pleasure and pain. Sucking slowly on his cock, Reagan moaned, tasting him as if he were a delicacy. And then she pulled back, gliding her tongue along the underside of his cock until she was at his balls. Reagan simply wanted to taste every part of him before she took what she wanted. Her body certainly felt ready for it but she supposed she could be patient for another moment or two.
There was a sweet sort of frustration that came from not having freedom of movement, and it grew when Reagan held his pelvis down. Caius was strong enough to buck up against that hold and probably break it, but he didn’t really want to, not yet at least. He spread his thighs a bit further apart to give Reagan room to explore him with her mouth -- though she obviously knew the territory like the back of her hand by now. He groaned and gave a little shiver, pulling against the magic binding his wrists again. Caius didn’t even know if he could break that hold, and it was pretty exhilarating.
Reagan knew he wanted to touch her, push his hips up to establish some sort of rhythm. But she wasn't going to let him. At least not yet. Pushing herself up, Reagan crawled over Caius's body to kiss him, brushing her body against his, pressing her pussy to his cock so he could feel how aroused she was. Nipping sharply at his lower lip, Reagan reached between their bodies to guide Caius's cock into her, her hips sliding back to take him deep. Gods, she loved that feeling. It never got old.
Caius kissed her back like a starving man, letting out a muffled groan as her hot slick pussy rubbed against him. He half-expected Reagan to tease him some more, but she seemed plenty hungry herself. Caius rocked his hips to meet hers, the sensation of being engulfed by his wife’s body sending a shudder up his spine. Fuck, she felt so good, and he was dying to put his hands on her but also very much enjoying the fact that he couldn’t. “Reagan,” he breathed against her lips, almost a plea. Caius knew she wanted him to hold still, but he couldn’t help but push up into that dizzying grip just by pure instinct.
Reagan gasped sharply at the push of his hips, her arousal spiking at the sensation. "I didn't say you could move," she breathed, pressing her hips back as her hand slid up his body to his throat. "Do it again and I'll stop." Yes, it felt amazing, but right now she wanted control. She wanted to see if he would let her have it. With her fingers pressed into his skin, Reagan began to move, slowly at first, enjoying the slide of his cock inside of her body. Having him beneath her was always erotic but having him beneath her with his hands bound was even better.
So that was how she wanted it, was it? It was somehow both frustrating and highly arousing at the same time. Caius both did and didn’t like the threat that Reagan would stop if he didn’t behave, and he let out a low growl, but he still did his best to hold still. He tilted his chin up a little when she put her hand around his throat but kept staring at her with heat in his dark eyes, his invisibly-tied hands curling into fists of concentration. The way Reagan’s body gripped and slid around his cock felt incredibly good, which tempered most of the frustration, and focusing on keeping his hips still instead of the pleasure would at least make him last longer. He did his best to be what she wanted in the moment.
The noise Caius made was music to her ears. They had always been on the same page in the bedroom, had always let their bodies and moods guide them. She knew how frustrating this was for him, how desperately he wanted to move. But he was doing what she demanded and that was incredibly arousing and empowering. More than anything, Reagan loved pushing her boundaries with Caius, seeing how far she could go before he lost control. With her hips still moving over his cock, Reagan brushed her lips over his, her hand still pressed to his throat. "Good boy," she murmured. It was easy to wield her magic and now that she had deeper elements of air pulsing through her, she used it to restrict some of his breathing. She knew she couldn't completely choke him, but she didn't want to. She just wanted him to feel it, to experience just how strong her magic was becoming.
Caius certainly felt it, and it stirred up his own magic even further. Reagan’s fire had always danced very well with his air, but now that she was full of other elements too, it felt like an even stronger connection. She could understand now just how he felt inside in a way they’d never had before, it felt like an even deeper bond between them. Caius just wished they could share it somehow, that he could feel what it was like with all of those swirling elements inside of him. He was jealous and he was sure she knew it, but that didn’t feel like a problem. It would never interfere with his support of her. It just made him want to squirm more and fight against this control she had over him, but that tension only made the sex feel better, so it was all jumbled in such an erotic way. He groaned quietly, his breath thin in his throat, and he nipped at Reagan’s bottom lip, as if challenging her to push him further.
Reagan knew that Caius would always support her, even when his own competitive nature surfaced. On some level, she loved that he might envy her. Caius had always been the strongest of the two when it came to magic and maybe the tables were turning now. That push and pull would become more intense, but Reagan knew they could both handle it. Working her hips against him, Reagan groaned the deeper she took his cock. While her fingertips stayed pressed to his throat, she focused more on the magic swirling between them, letting the pleasure between their two bodies guide it. If he wanted more, she would give him more. Flicking her tongue against his lower lip, Reagan restricted his breathing further, pushing her magic further into him, suppressing his own element at the same time. It wasn't as strong as she hoped it would be one day, but it was certainly unlike anything he had felt from her before. Reagan opened her eyes to peer down at him as she rode him, wanting to see how dark his eyes were as she took complete control.
His affinity to air meant that Caius could go without oxygen for quite a bit longer than normal people, but that didn’t mean his body didn’t react to only getting a trickle of air with every pull of his lungs. The way Reagan’s magic smothered his own made his chest burn and his body start to struggle, but Caius kept calm, gazing up at his goddess while intense pleasure mingled with that urgent physical need. She didn’t want him to move, but he couldn’t really help the way his spine jerked, his mouth opening further as he tried to breathe deeper, only getting a strained gasp at a time. It was almost like being at some high altitude and attempting to breathe, only with a hand he loved around his throat. Caius trusted that Reagan wouldn’t kill him -- they had a long way to go for that -- but the sharp edge of instinctual fear he did feel enhanced the pleasure that was also humming through him. He didn’t feel panicked, just edgy while his balls throbbed with sweet pressure. He couldn’t do much but be used for his wife’s pleasure and entertainment, and it felt surprisingly good at the moment.
Reagan had no intention of killing Caius, now or ever, but she loved riding that edge, watching the way Caius's eyes darkened, the way his body jerked instinctively. It was an incredible turn on. Reagan held onto him and pushed up, riding his cock at a different angle. She wanted to drive him crazy, yes, but right now Reagan was solely focused on her own pleasure. Every slide of his cock into her body pushed her closer to the edge, her moans becoming breathy pants as she worked herself over him. All at once everything began to unravel inside of her and the sharper sensations caused Reagan to arch her back as she cried out, her fingertips pressing harder into Caius's flesh as she took what she wanted from him. When she came, it felt like an explosion of every element pulsing through her body as her pussy throbbed around his cock. It felt never ending, like she could die from an overdose of orgasmic pleasure. It would be a hell of a way to go, at least.
She was a dream to watch, even when he could barely breathe. Close to the edge of orgasm himself, Caius stared up at Reagan as she worked herself into a frenzy and finally exploded around him. There was an incredible push-pull feeling inside of him -- the lower half of his body wanted to come with her, to give into all of the intense pleasure that Reagan’s climax gave him ... but the lack of air held it back, the rest of him prioritizing breathing over everything else. It all felt weirdly delicious, but desperate too, and he knew he probably wouldn’t get there until Reagan’s magic eased back again. Caius tried to just ride it out with her, to so speak, fighting back his natural instinct to thrust, even while his body twitched and struggled for air.
There was a short time there that Reagan completely forgot where she was. The magic seemed to reach every inch of her body, thrumming and pulsing in a way it never had before. She throbbed around Caius's cock, a low moan of satisfaction finally escaping her lips. Her rocking hips slowed and when her eyes finally opened, she released his throat and slid her hands down his chest. Knowing him as well as she did, Reagan could tell it was a fight for him not to come, especially with the oxygen restriction. So she pulled it back, allowing the air to come easier. "What should I do with you now?" Reagan murmured, leaning back down to brush her lips over his. "I kind of like thinking that I could leave you here until I'm ready for you again and there's nothing you could do about it."
It was an immediate relief, and Caius’s cock gave a needy throb inside of his wife. He wanted to pull free of the magical bindings around his wrists, flip Reagan on her back and fuck the smugness out of her. He loved it at the same time, and Caius nipped at her bottom lip, letting out a low hum. “I don’t know if I’d say nothing,” he murmured, a sly little smirk crossing his face. Reagan was becoming deliciously powerful, but Caius wasn’t helpless if he truly put his mind to it. Not that he wanted to get into that sort of pissing contest, especially not at the moment. There were much more pleasant things to do. “I think you should use me some more, because I know you’re not satisfied with just one ...” He rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her, knowing just how much she loved that feeling even after she came.
Reagan smiled and nuzzled her nose against his even as her body throbbed happily around him when he pushed into her. "I knew you would like it," she said. No one got to see this side of Caius but her. Not even his past lovers. The only person he would allow himself to be this vulnerable with was Reagan and the same could be said about her. As many boyfriends as she'd had over the years, she never found this kind of satisfaction with any of them. They were just bodies to be used for pleasure because she had always belonged to Caius. Maybe that was why their sex life had yet to dwindle over the years. "Do you think you can give me another?" she asked, using his chest to push herself upright again. She kept him deep but slowly rocked her hips, just to feel him some more.
It was true that Caius had never trusted any other lover as much as he trusted Reagan. He’d never liked to give up any control in the bedroom, except with her. Only his wife, his perfect match, his partner for life. It still wasn’t completely comfortable even with Reagan, but that was part of the point. He stood head and shoulders above everyone else in his life, and while Caius didn’t quite think he needed to be humbled, Reagan definitely kept him grounded. His dark lashes fluttered as her body massaged his cock again, and Caius wet his lips. “Bind me where I can control the pace, and I know I can,” he murmured, focusing on her gaze again. If Reagan kept up this full dominance, Caius knew he wouldn’t last too much longer. He liked being tied, especially with nothing but magic, but he needed to be able to move his hips how he wanted.
Reagan studied him for a moment, rolling her hips lazily. If he only knew how gorgeous he was, naked and bound by magic. Bound by her magic. She may have just had an orgasm, but just looking at him now got her close to another. Reagan brushed her thumbs over his nipples before drawing her fingernails gently down his chest to his stomach. "Let's see," she said, easing up on the control she had over him so he could move again. As much fun as it was to have him at her mercy, Reagan knew it would be so much better to feel him moving with her, to watch that pleasure flicker across his face with every thrust of his hips. She wanted it to be as good for him as he made it for her.
Caius’s breath hissed in through his teeth at the feel of her nails -- it didn’t hurt, but every nerve in his body was hypersensitive, and goosebumps erupted across his chest. He felt the magical pressure around his wrists fade away and he pulled his arms down, skimming his hands up Reagan’s creamy thighs. Gods, he’d been dying to touch her. His dark gaze still locked on hers, Caius sat up. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he crushed his mouth to hers, supporting her weight as he pulled his knees under him and lowered Reagan to the bed. Maybe it was pushing his luck, since she’d been having so much fun being in full control, but maybe Caius didn’t mind if she put him in his place from below. He just needed to fuck her now. Breaking away to catch a breath, Caius rolled his hips to resettle his cock inside of her, his breath shuddering a bit. “I live to please you,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Tell me anything you want.”
Reagan clung to Caius until she was on her back. Her legs immediately locked around his waist and she exhaled softly as she felt his cock press deep. Drawing her fingernails down his back, Reagan pressed a few desperate kisses to his lips. "I want you," she murmured. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me and make me come again." It was natural to surround him with her magic again, to wrap around his until they were as tightly joined as their bodies were. Their magic had always enhanced their sex life and it felt more intense now than it ever had before. Even when they had been broken up, her magic had felt the loss as keenly as Reagan's heart had. Now nothing could come between them and if anything, or anyone tried, Reagan would destroy them without a second thought.
It was a level of intimacy that he’d never been able to recreate with anyone else, on the occasions that he’d tried. Even fucking other witches wasn’t the same, because they weren’t Reagan. Caius wasn’t the overly romantic sort, but he truly believed that he and Reagan were soulmates, and it wasn’t because of any fucking ancient curse. Her words were music to his ears and his magic reveled in mingling and merging with hers, exhilarated by the fresh power surging through her. He slipped his forearms behind her shoulders to hold her close, kissing her through a groan as he started to pump his hips. He shifted to find the angle he knew she liked the best in this position, his pubic bone grinding against her clit with every stroke. The physical pleasure felt incredible already, and the way their magic danced together only made it better.
Reagan moaned into Caius's mouth, her tongue flicking and stroking against his. Sliding her hands back up his shoulders, she clung to him. She had known since they were kids that Caius was the one for her. Even when things were rocky or downright terrible, that had never been in doubt. Now he belonged to her and she loved worshiping him as much as he worshiped her. They shared something that most people never got to experience. It was why they would rule this town someday, side by side. "Just like that," she whispered, rocking her hips up to meet every thrust. The weight of his body against hers was intoxicating and she wished she could draw him in even deeper.
Caius was well acquainted with that desire for More -- he wanted to get deeper too, wanted to merge their bodies and magic and souls completely, become that one perfect being. On some subconscious level it made him eager for their first child. They were going to turn out amazing, he felt absolutely sure. He worked his body over Reagan’s, panting with pleasure and concentrating on not changing anything about what he was doing, since she liked it. “Gods, Reagan,” he groaned, the pressure building rapidly in his balls. It was a challenging delight to hold it back, to continue to serve her and make her feel as good as she could feel. Caius dipped his head down to bite and suck at the side of her neck, breathing in that intoxicating scent that was all hers.
Reagan arched her neck, panting at the feel of Caius, wanting more of his cock and his teeth and lips. Her hands moved restlessly over his body, gripping and groping flesh. Every movement of his body into hers pushed her higher, their joined magic throbbing in the most sensitive of places. Reagan thrust her hips to his, her moans growing as pleasure began to spiral again. She pressed her cheek to his before biting sharply at his earlobe. "Don't you dare come yet," she breathed to him, aware that he would wait for her first but still wanting to impose her will on him. "I'm so close... please... harder..."
Being ordered to hold back made it feel even more sweetly painful to do, Reagan’s words amping up that animal pleasure deep in his gut but also acting like a challenge to his willpower. Caius grunted and panted as he slammed into Reagan with more force, giving her what she wanted while his groin ached with the effort not to explode inside of her clenching body. His hands fisted in the sheets and he bit into the side of Reagan’s neck with more force, grunting and breathing hard through his nose. He was dying to feel her go off again, to lose control of herself in ecstasy, and then to fall off right behind her.
Reagan knew how difficult it was for Caius to hold back physically, but she also knew that he loved it when he pleased her, that he would do anything she demanded. Right now his body was being used for her desires and Reagan knew Caius got off on it as much as she did. The sharp pain from Caius's teeth is what finally pushed Reagan over the edge. It mixed so deliciously with the pleasure throbbing in her core that she could do nothing more than to cling to Caius as she came, crying out in ecstasy as it overtook her.
Making Reagan come always gave Caius such a fierce animal joy, especially when it was her second or third -- it felt like an accomplishment. He groaned against her skin as she throbbed around him, slowing his thrusts and angling his hips to make sure he hit that good spot for her. His body felt compelled to speed up again, to rut until he erupted inside of her, but Caius kept holding that instinct in check. Reagan was still in charge, this was still for her. As she came down a little, he relaxed his jaw and licked at the spots he’d bitten, then dragged his mouth up to kiss her for a moment. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his hips still working against her. “Can I come, please Rea? I need to fill you up, please ...”
Reagan was floating in a cloud of pure bliss. The aftershocks seemed to spark through every inch of her and she moaned softly as Caius continued to move inside of her. She heard his question and opened her eyes to look at him. For a moment, she considered saying no, wrapping her legs around him to force his cock deep and deny him what he so desperately wanted. Teasing and torturing him at the same time. Gods, it was tempting. Would he listen, or take what he wanted anyway. But he had held himself back this long and Reagan loved the fact that he had submitted to her without protest, so she ran her hands down his back, over the curves of his beautiful ass and lifted her hips to his. "Give me your cum," she whispered. "Every drop."
He’d never been a huge fan of blatant dirty talk, unable to get over the mental block of how uncouth it always sounded, but some well-placed words sometimes really did the trick, especially when they came out of Reagan. A jolt of hotter lust flashed through Caius, and he groaned low in his throat as the change in angle made every stroke of his cock feel even better. He braced his hands against the bed and picked up the pace of his hips, bright waves of pleasure rolling up his spine now. He might have been able to stop and hold still a moment ago, but now it felt impossible, like his bodily instinct had fully taken over. Keeping his face close to hers, Caius panted and moaned helplessly as he fucked her, ramping up into a hard and fast pace until he went flying. His body went taut and shuddered as Caius slammed into her, a low cry in his throat, everything inside of him caught up in total relieved bliss for those few fleeting moments.
All Reagan could do was grip Caius's body as he pounded her, her cries echoing in her ears. When she felt him tense, knowing he was filling her up with his seed, Reagan shivered, completely lost in the ecstasy that had overtaken her. Her body was damp and spent and she was boneless in the best possible way. Running her hands through his hair, Reagan drew his mouth to hers, kissing him breathlessly. She felt invigorated and completely brimming with magic. There was love too, the kind that settled into one's bones, inescapable. Their sex life had always been passionate, but it felt even more so now, with an intensity and darkness she couldn't explain and didn't care to. Reagan nuzzled him, not all that eager to let him slip away from her body just yet.
Caius was filled with that same warmth and overwhelming love, and he kissed her back with all of that emotion behind it. Reagan was his life, his queen, his equal partner, and he felt more loyal to her than anything else in the world. He would give her anything he could, protect her with everything he had, and he knew she would do the same for him. With the way she was gaining power, that was no small thing. Caius was in no hurry to pull away from her warmth, his body relaxing on top of hers as their lips moved together. He didn’t even feel like he had to tell her he loved her, he thought she could feel it just as strongly as he could. “Is my goddess satisfied?” he murmured instead after a few long moments, his lips quirking upward as he rubbed their noses together.
Reagan's hands settled on his sides as she sunk into that lovely post-coital cloud. Sated and satisfied, Reagan smirked softly before pressing another kiss to Caius's mouth. "Satisfied is probably an understatement," she said, rubbing her feet against the back of his legs. "Are you?" She knew he was, because there had never been a sexual moment between them that hadn't benefited both of them, but Reagan still liked to hear it. Especially now, after knowing Zania had woken up beside Caius the other day... naked. Sure, it had been Reagan's body, and Caius hadn't known it was Zania, but Reagan couldn't help but be possessive. She claimed Caius as often as she could, despite knowing he would never stray.
Zania was far away from Caius’s mind at the moment, he’d all but forgotten about that whole mess. He’d still wanted to murder that Radley man for a couple of days after, but the fact that they’d gotten it straightened out without any lingering effects helped calm him down immeasurably. He smiled a bit against Reagan’s lips, just enjoying the intimate closeness and the way she kept touching him. “Oh yes, completely, always,” he murmured back. “... besides the constant hunger I have for you, my love.” Caius kissed her again and nibbled lightly at her bottom lip. He couldn’t imagine ever wanting anyone else the way he wanted Reagan, and the need for her seemed to have grown in the past several months. She was just magnetic to him.
Reagan smiled and ran her hands over his ass. “Constant hunger is good. Because I’ll probably want you again later.” When did she not want Caius? Even when they were apart, no matter how brief, she was always craving him on some level. Her body rarely felt whole unless his cock was buried inside of it. With her blood starting to cool, Reagan pressed a kiss to his chin. “What would you say to a bath and a bottle of wine?“ It was her favorite way to relax with Caius and she wasn’t quite eager to get dressed yet.
Caius chuckled and gave her another nibbly little kiss. He loved how insatiable she was, because he felt the same. There was rarely a time when he didn’t want this, or couldn’t get in the mood for her with just a few well placed words and looks. Reagan had him wrapped around her finger in a hundred different ways, and Caius wasn’t at all bothered by it. She was his just as much as he was hers, they belonged together and nothing could come between them. “I would say ‘fuck yes,’” Caius said with a little smile. It sounded like the perfect way to end the night with his beloved -- indulgent and relaxation and perhaps another round of fucking. What more could he ask for?