... (itendsinfire) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-06-27 11:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, caius, caius x reagan, reagan |
Who: Reagan and Caius
Where: The woods, their home
When: Saturday, July 14th, Evening
Status: Turns NSFW
Ever since her magic “awoke” inside of her when she was a teenager, Reagan had been able to feel Point Pleasant’s magical undercurrent. It was an intoxicating sensation, one that eventually just became part of the background, though she definitely recognized it as being gone when she had given up her magic to restore Caius’s memory of her. Having it back again made Reagan realize just why she had stuck with this tiny, boring town instead of spreading her wings and making something of herself elsewhere. Point Pleasant’s magic was connected to her own, and the more magic she took into herself, the deeper that connection became. Everything suddenly paled compared to what she was experiencing. Her job, her daily obligations… it all felt so mundane now.
But, of course, she continued on with what was expected of her… for the most part. Reagan’s free time was spent honing her magic. Summoning. Experimenting. Every new thing that she learned she was capable of was in its own way, orgasmic. The only person who knew what she was doing was Caius and that was exactly how Reagan preferred it. He benefited from her power as much as she benefited from his. He wouldn’t try to stop her. Not that he could, even if he wanted to.
With it being Saturday, and with the Arts Festival going on, Reagan worked almost a full day before leaving Emma to close up the shop. Foot traffic had been plentiful and Reagan was fairly happy with the day’s deposit. Caius was likely finishing up his own work, considering these town events were usually run or sponsored by his father’s company, so Reagan drove home, not quite thinking about what to do for dinner yet.
Instead, she got home and changed before taking a walk out toward the tree line that bordered their home. It was all fine and good to practice her magic within her own home, but with the added elements racing through her bloodstream, Reagan wanted to be closer to nature than she usually was. She left her phone in the house on purpose, aware that Caius would come home soon and wonder where she was. But she wasn’t hiding from him. Instead, Reagan found a nice spot in the trees and focused her magic on finding Caius’s, wanting to reach him in ways she’d never been able to before. Their magic had always been intertwined, but now she wanted to make sure he felt it, no matter where he was. It wasn’t telepathic, not really… more like a feeling. Directing him, in a way. And she wondered if he would feel it… and if she would feel him too.
The day had been tiring, but Caius had a good team of people working under him, and there hadn’t been any grand catastrophes during the arts festival. More and more, he loathed being at those types of things to make sure they all ran smoothly. Even if nothing major went wrong, there were always logistics concerns and bumps to smooth over. That was what Anthony expected of him. When Caius was in charge, so many things were going to be different. It was only a matter of time.
He hadn’t heard anything from Reagan for a few hours, but that wasn’t unusual, she had her own business to attend to. Caius thought nothing of it as he finally climbed in the car to head home. He was weary and hungry and ready to take his shoes off and relax finally. Caius rolled his windows halfway down and drove out of the parking lot. He was letting his mind wander while the breeze played in his hair as he drove, and about halfway home he started to feel ... something.
It was like a tugging on the edges of his consciousness, sending ripples through his magic. The passenger seat was empty, but Caius started to get the sense that Reagan was there with him, like he could almost smell her skin, very faintly. An unsettled feeling started in his stomach, a sense that he needed to do something, and Caius pushed the button on his steering wheel to activate the phone bluetooth. “Call Reagan,” he told the machine, and listened with growing concern as it rang unanswered.
It was incredibly weak, but Reagan knew Caius could feel her now. Their magic usually only intertwined when they were together, so she pushed harder, her blood pumping hot through her body. Reagan wanted to envelope him in her magic, to feel his push back. If nothing else, maybe she could lure him out here. Her fastidious husband out there in the woods with her. She knew he could handle it if magic was involved. Reagan's lips curved as she closed her eyes and breathed in. It felt like an odd game of hide and seek, though she wasn't actively hiding from him. She just wanted to see if she could lure him to her using her magic. There was something inside of her, something potent that made her believe she could do just about anything. At the moment, Reagan was waiting for him, and she wanted him to know it. It was entirely possible he would come home and be utterly confused, but it was fun to try anyway.
She didn’t answer her phone, and Caius didn’t bother leaving a message, he just called her back immediately. Still no answer. Worry bloomed brighter in his chest. Caius couldn’t sense the intent behind the feeling that his wife was in the car with him, he just knew it had never happened before and that was worrying. What if she’d died somehow, and this was how he found out about it? Caius had always thought that if one of them passed, the other one would just know ... was this Reagan telling him something from beyond? It wasn’t like him to be anxious about things like that, but it hadn’t exactly been a normal few months for them. Glancing warily at the passenger seat, Caius pushed his foot against the accelerator. He had the itchy sense that he should be home as soon as possible. “If you’re calling me ... if you can hear me, hang on,” he murmured, only feeling slightly ridiculous.
Once he reached the house, Caius parked haphazardly in the driveway and hurried up the porch steps to let himself in. “Reagan?” he called immediately, letting the door slam behind him as he began striding through their home. “Reagan are you here?” His worry got a little more frantic as he didn’t sense her magic in the immediate vicinity ... but it was still there somehow. Just dispersed or faded or something weird.
With her eyes still closed, Reagan smiled. She could feel him closer now, aware in a heightened sense that he was finally home. He was looking for her. Which meant he had felt her magic. It was such a simple thing, but thrilling nonetheless. It was another level of communication she had reached. Caius could manipulate the minds of other people, but now she could touch his. It wasn't the same, of course, but maybe eventually it would be. Feeling the heat from her element burning wonderfully within her, Reagan sent Caius a non-verbal message. Come outside. There was a twinge of physical discomfort as she did so, but Reagan continued to do it anyway. If she could summon spiders to her, she could surely summon her own husband.
Inside the house, Caius stopped in his tracks on the stairs. He’d been about to check their bedroom, uncomfortably graphic visions of his wife torn to bloody pieces or drowned in the bathtub flashing through his mind. But something told him she wasn’t up there, that he needed to go outside. Caius didn’t know how he knew, but he couldn’t shake the sense that Reagan herself was guiding him. He turned back and took the steps two at a time, then speed-walked to the back door. Caius crossed the expansive deck as quickly as he could, reaching out with his own magic by instinct, trying to pinpoint and follow that Reaganness. It was getting stronger, so he was getting closer, and by the time he was approaching the darkened grove of trees, Caius was jogging. He called his obscurities forward and suddenly he could see as though it was high noon. He didn’t yell for his wife anymore, just rushed in the direction he was being pulled.
Caius's magic was strong and intoxicating and Reagan could feel him coming. Not just Caius, but his obscurities. Looking for her. Then she could hear his footsteps nearing and she opened her eyes. She couldn't see him as clearly as he could probably see her, but when he came into view, she sighed. "Hide and seek's not as fun when you can cheat." And by cheat, she meant his obscurities. But that was okay. He had found her, which meant she had been able to reach out to him despite their distance. Reagan knew he could use his obscurities to find just about anyone, herself included, but it still felt good to know they were now so connected that she could draw him to her on her own.
Caius hadn’t been sure what he expected to find when he reached whatever destination he’d been pulled toward, but Reagan just standing there amongst the trees wasn’t it. His shoulders sagged with relief when he saw her there, very much alive and fine, surrounded by an aura of her magic that was almost thick enough to touch. “Oh, is that what we were doing?” he asked, a bit of lingering tension in his voice. Caius couldn’t actually be upset with her though, not when he was so happy to see her. He stepped in close to pull her into a hug, the connections finally starting to click in his mind. “So that was you? Reaching out to me on purpose?” he asked. It wasn’t something he knew to be possible without communication spells, and he hadn’t actually heard anything, just felt Reagan’s magic beckoning him.
As always, being wrapped up in his arms felt incredible and Reagan clung to him, breathing in his scent. His magic had quickly connected to hers and for the briefest of moments, she wondered what it would feel like to absorb all of it into her own. It was an intrusive thought that she quickly banished. Hurting Caius was incomprehensible to her, even if a part of her brain clearly disagreed. Pulling back a bit to look at him, Reagan smiled. "I wanted to see if you could feel me so far away. Were you worried?" He looked and felt a bit tense and Reagan realized she hadn't really considered how Caius might react to the unfamiliar sensation.
“Yes, I was,” Caius admitted without hesitation. Usually he didn’t like to admit to worrying about anything, but Reagan knew him better than anyone else in the world, and he knew he couldn’t keep it hidden from her anyway. She was the one person he could be completely honest with. Caius took a half step back, his dark gaze scanning down over her, subconsciously looking for anything she might be trying to hide. She burned bright in his Obscured vision, practically pulsing with all the magic she contained now. It was magnetic and intimidating to him at the same time. Caius had always expected to be the strongest, magically speaking, and it was taking his ego a little time to adjust to the fact that Reagan could squash him like a bug now. If anybody deserved it, it was her, but still. “I didn’t know what was happening, if I was feeling your spirit somehow or what, so ... good,” he concluded with a soft huff, trying on a small smile for her. “You succeeded.”
Reagan smiled. "I like that word. Succeeded." She reached up to brush her hands through his dark hair, not at all bothered by the blackness of his eyes now, the way she sometimes was when he was using his obscurities. Reagan knew enough about them now that she knew he could see every bit of her magic, so he knew exactly what she was capable of, even if she didn't demonstrate it on a daily basis. And she certainly wasn't finished yet. There was so much more to take. Cupping his face gently, Reagan brushed her thumbs along his skin. "I didn't mean to make you worry, though. You know there's very little that could hurt me right now. Anything, or anyone, that tried would be very sorry about that."
The way she held his face was soothing, even if Caius didn’t particularly want it to be. Only Reagan got to see his tender, vulnerable side, but more often these days he could feel a push inside of him to stop showing it, to be stronger. She was getting incredibly strong, and while Caius didn’t feel like they were in competition, he wanted to be stronger for her. She deserved as much of an equal as she could get, these days the gap was just getting so much sider. Caius settled his hands on her waist and leaned in to gently butt their heads together. “I know,” he murmured. “It’s just sometimes ... the more powerful you are, the bigger the target on your back. I will always be protective over you, even when you can squash me like a bug.” That time had probably already arrived, even if he didn’t want to think about it. He kissed Reagan’s forehead.
Her eyes closed when she felt his lips against her skin. There had never been a time when Reagan believed Caius wouldn't protect her, even when they had been broken up, or fighting. He knew she would protect him too, no matter what. It was one of the reasons they were meant for each other, and a reason why they would own this town someday. "I don't want you to worry about that. There are no targets on my back right now. No one knows a thing, but for you and me. And you know that even if I can squash you like a bug, I never would." She lifted her face just enough to press a kiss to his lips. Reagan kept her lips close to his, dropping her hands to his belt, which she tugged very gently. "You're proud of me, aren't you? You're not jealous? I know how competitive you can be."
Maybe no people in their lives knew what was going on, but Caius was extremely aware that there were things populating Point Pleasant other than people. Even magic had its limits, and Reagan was glowing like a power beacon, to the right eyes. He could see it himself right that second. And there was Westin ... Caius knew he was going to stay worried, no matter what Reagan said. He tried to push it all aside for the moment when Reagan moved in close. He’d found her safe and sound tonight, she’d done an amazing thing. Caius kissed her back, then let out a slow breath, his body subtly relaxing more. “Maybe a little jealous,” he admitted, one corner of his mouth quirking up. “But so much more proud. Of course I am.” He brushed their mouths together again, and slid one hand around to the small of her back. “You were always my goddess ... and now you burn like one.”
Maybe she was a power beacon to the dark things that slithered around Point Pleasant, but that was okay by Reagan. She wasn't afraid. But also realized that it was silly to tell Caius not to worry. Despite how powerful he was, she worried about him. He had already been through so much and she didn't want to be the cause of anymore pain or concern for him. Reagan let her hands roam, her fingers brushing against the zipper of his pants. "I used to love making you jealous," she murmured. "Watching that cool temperament of yours start to unravel. But I think I love making you proud even more. Among other things." Pressing a kiss to his lips, Reagan smiled. "Want to go home now?"
He very well remembered the days when they would feed off of each other’s jealousy. Everything had been so fraught and dramatic, but the stakes had been so low back then. They’d just been kids playing at power. Now it was all real, and Caius couldn’t be happier that they were on the same page these days. That soft touch sent a small internal shiver through Caius. Reagan always knew how to entice him. “Yes, I do,” he answered softly. Caius drifted his fingers down Reagan’s forearm before he covered her hand to press it more firmly into his crotch, wanting her to feel that he was already getting hard for her. Then Caius linked their fingers together for the stroll out of the woods. It was easy to find their way, and as soon as they had crossed out of the treeline, Caius blinked away the Obscurities to give him his normal vision back.
Reagan very happily squeezed his crotch before slipping her hand into his to walk with him back to their home. She was happy they had finally grown up and gotten over their games, as much fun as they had been from time to time. But this was exactly where she wanted to be with him. Married. Happy. Their future was beyond promising. "Do you ever feel like there's so much more than this?" she asked, once the grove of trees was behind them. "Just living in this tiny town, going through the motions every day?" Her life with Caius was never in question to Reagan, but the stronger her magic became, the less exciting everything else was. Things she used to enjoy seemed so... dull now.
One thick eyebrow quirked as Caius looked over at her. Point Pleasant was undeniably small, but it was anything but boring. Every part of it hummed with power, including them, and they’d always planned to take their rightful places as leaders of this town. Caius was a big fan of traveling, but he hadn’t really thought about living anywhere else long-term. “I don’t know that I would call it ‘going through the motions,’” he said after a pause. “Do you feel that way?” It seemed like the kind of question she’d asked because she wanted to answer it, not necessarily get his opinion. Reagan had been going through some big, unpredictable changes, and all of the sudden Caius had a new anxiety to pile onto the others -- what if she got powerful enough to be bored with everything, including him, and she left him behind?
"Sometimes," Reagan said, finding no reason to lie. She looked over at him and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "But not with you. Never with you. I'm not bored with my life here. I just find myself wondering what it would be like somewhere else. Different people, different scenery. Though I'm sure if I ever tested the waters elsewhere, I would become homesick and come running back. Being away for college was bad enough." And being away from Caius. Wherever he was, that was where Reagan belonged. It had always been that way, even when they hadn't been together. "I know our future is here and I don't want you to worry. I think it's just natural to occasionally wonder, you know?"
Reagan’s reassurances made something suspicious in Caius’s mind wonder if she was getting more psychic, the more power she absorbed. She’d called him to her, but that had been mostly through their magical connection ... hadn’t it? They were in uncharted territory here, as far as he was aware, so it was hard to tell where the dividing line was. “Yes, I’m sure it’s normal for most people, especially growing up in a town this small,” Caius mused. Most of those people weren’t lucky enough to grow up in the comfort and status they’d had, but he supposed it was mostly a universal thing, part of being human. He was quiet for another beat, looking up at the back of their house as they walked closer. “If you ever want to ... try somewhere else on for size ... we can do that.” It would put his career on hold, but Caius was willing to give up anything for Reagan.
There were changes that Reagan was aware of, and she was sure there were some things she hadn't quite discovered yet. But she knew Caius better than she knew herself sometimes, so it was easy to suss out some of his worries. When he spoke again, Reagan glanced at him, aware that he was genuine. He would go with her if she wanted to leave town, regardless of his plans. Hopefully, he knew she would do the same for him. Hell, she'd dropped everything to go to Anguilla with him for a week, and they hadn't even officially been together. "I know," she said, bringing his hand up to nuzzle against her cheek for a moment. "But I would never ask you to do that. We belong here, and this town is going to belong to us. If I start to feel any wanderlust, we'll just take a trip. Besides, you know your father would never let you leave."
“Well, he won’t be here forever,” Caius murmured, trying to push back the doubts that wanted to crowd his thoughts. What if Reagan got powerful enough that Point Pleasant felt too small to her to own? Maybe only he belonged here, locked into limited power over a limited populace, a petty sort of position in comparison to a lot of others in the world. Was Caius thinking too small? His ambition lined up with his abilities, but what about now, with this magical queen beside him? Would she stay there? She said she would never ask him to leave, but what if she decided to strike out on her own? Caius did his best to repress all of those worries, brushing his thumb against Reagan’s cheek. “We can take as many trips as you want,” he added with a faint smile. “Just ... communicate, if you feel like you’re outgrowing ... this place.” He really meant outgrowing him, but the insecure word stuck in his throat. It was a weakness Reagan shouldn’t see.
No, Anthony wouldn't be around forever, though sometimes she thought the man would outlive all of them. Like Caius, he had demon blood, and Reagan knew that had to mean something. But in her mind, Caius deserved the world so much more than Anthony. When Caius took over, Point Pleasant would thrive in a way it never had under his father. And Reagan planned on supporting him every step of the way. "Have I ever had trouble communicating?" Reagan asked, smiling softly as she led him back into the house. "I see it in your eyes, though, and I know what you're concerned about. I don't want you to be. I know that it's easier said than done, but there's nothing in my life that's as important to me as you are, and that includes my magic." They had grown up together and had been through a lot. They would continue to grow together too, in every way imaginable.
Caius closed the patio door behind them and locked it, then pulled Reagan in close. He put one hand on her waist and lifted the other into a dancing position, swaying with her to some slow internal rhythm. “You’re growing into a goddess,” he murmured near her ear, temple lightly pressed to hers. “What man wouldn’t worry about losing the woman he loves to greatness?” He sounded light enough about it, but he hated admitting to any kind of insecurity. Reagan saw through him like glass though, so why deny it? Caius spun them gently, dance-leading them toward the stairs. “Even if you discarded me, I would still worship at your feet,” he added in a whisper, then nuzzled the side of Reagan’s neck.
Reagan had her arms around Caius, letting him move them without resistance. She knew Caius well enough to understand how difficult it was for him to be vulnerable. It was why she didn't immediately dismiss his worries. Reagan had occasionally felt the same way, when Caius continued to grow his own power. That was part of why she had done all of this, to find herself on equal footing with her husband. She never wanted him to become bored with her, or to find interest in another witch who was stronger than she was. Reagan often told herself that love was enough for the both of them, but doubt always lingered. "The greatness belongs to both of us," Reagan murmured, brushing her fingers up into his hair. "But you can worship me anytime you want to. Anywhere. At my feet, between my legs..." She trailed off, smiling as her hands slid down over his shoulders. "I would never discard you, Caius. I spent my whole life loving you. I'm yours. That will never change."
Caius worried that those promises rested on the assumption that Reagan would always remain herself. He knew that even mundane power could change people, he couldn’t even imagine how powerful and brimming with magic she was feeling these days. And Caius knew it wasn’t over yet. Still, he believed that she meant what she said, and he hoped she was right. He smiled faintly, gazing into her eyes for a couple of heartbeats, then leaned in to kiss her, soft and lingering. “And I’m yours, always,” he murmured. “And very interested in that position between your legs ...” Caius smiled wickedly and broke their dance position to scoop her up into his arms. They could talk themselves to death about it, but neither of them could predict the future. They would have been better prepared for everything that had happened to them in the past couple of years if they could. Right now he just wanted to enjoy the present, so Caius started to carry his bride up the stairs toward their bedroom.
It was truly indescribable, how she felt now, compared to just a couple of months ago. So many of their problems had dimmed in Reagan's memory, replaced by the knowledge that she would never let anything come between them again. Reagan wrapped her arms around his neck and busied herself by nipping and kissing his neck. "Always mine," she murmured, biting gently at his pulse point. "God help anyone who tries to take you from me." Everyone in this town knew it was fruitless to try and come between Reagan and Caius. A few had tried, but they had all failed. Even a century's old curse couldn't do it. She knew power could change a person, but as Caius's own magic grew, he had come back to her for good. There was no way Reagan was ever going to let him go now.
He chuckled faintly -- it wasn’t the first time she’d said something like that, but these days the threat came with more teeth. Caius had no doubt Reagan would obliterate anyone else who tried to meddle in their lives. It made him feel fiercely proud to be with her, to have overcome everything that had been thrown at them, that they were just getting stronger, as individuals and as a unit. He mounted the stairs with her and through the door of their room, then paused to turn his head and kiss her firmly. Caius lowered Reagan’s feet to the floor again, deciding against putting her on the bed until he’d gotten her clothes off. His hands moved up to cup her jaw as he kissed her again, some of that fierceness coming through.
Reagan had always meant it when she said she would punish anyone who tried to come between them. She had gone out of her way to try and make Caius's former girlfriends miserable until they ended things with him, or he took pity on them and ended things himself. That had been back when she was more vindictive and petty. These days, she just felt a fierce protectiveness for Caius, and she knew the threats in this town were a lot more dangerous than some insignificant woman. As Reagan's feet touched the floor, she began to pull at Caius's belt, her lips parting to kiss him deeply. Whether it was the growing magic or their love for each other, every sensation coursing through her felt much more intense than usual. Reagan knew she would never grow tired of him or this. And as badly as her body wanted him right now, she also wanted to take her time and undress him properly. With his belt open, she raised her hands to work on undoing his tie.
Caius loved it when she unwrapped him like he was a gift. His skin was already starting to heat up under his clothes at the light tugs of her hands working on stripping him, and Caius reached to stroke his own hands over Reagan’s hips while their mouths worked together. She had far fewer items of clothing to take off, just a simple summer dress, so he took his time in pulling it up so he could touch her skin underneath, a soft moan catching in his throat as he pulled her lower body flush against his. His work slacks were soft and pliable, and it was impossible to miss the effect she was having on him ... but that was nothing new. Reagan had always been able to turn him on with a flick of her wrist, since the very beginning of their relationship. Caius’s fingers found the elastic on Reagan’s panties and started to work them down her hips, leaving the dress in place for the moment.
In a hazy way, it occurred to Reagan that they were coming up on their first anniversary. An entire year of so much bullshit, but they had made it through, and they still couldn't get enough of each other. The lust had never been a problem, though. Her body, mind, and soul had been made for Caius, and her body had never resisted it. Now he owned her entire being, and she his. A small hum of approval formed in her throat as soon as she felt his hands on her bare skin and Reagan dropped his tie to the floor before starting on the buttons of his shirt. She felt his hard-on pressing into her already, and Reagan smiled against his mouth, shaking her hips a bit to help him get her panties off. "I love how easy it is to get you hard for me," she murmured, pushing open his shirt to get it off of his shoulders.
As soon as Reagan’s underwear was falling, Caius took his hands back so he could shrug out of his button-down, then helped her peel his undershirt up and off as well. “I can’t help it,” he murmured, though he was fully aware Reagan wasn’t complaining. “I married the hottest woman alive.” He flashed her a brief smile before he kissed her again, deep and hungry. There was far more to it than physical attraction, of course -- his body, his magic, his entire soul had been enthralled with Reagan for over a decade, and the pull had only gotten stronger. He wanted her with every fiber of his being. Caius slid his hands up her thighs and under her dress again, gripping her hips to guide her backward toward the bed. He wanted to get on his knees in front of her, do some of that goddess worship he’d spoken of earlier, kiss every toe and inch of skin upward until he was bathing her in pleasure.
Reagan ran her hands over his chest, her fingertips pressed into his flesh. It was so tempting to bite him, mark him as hers in every way imaginable. It was evident to those who knew them that Caius belonged to her and vice versa, but even that didn't seem enough for Reagan. At the feel of the bed behind her knees, Reagan lifted the skirt of her dress and sat, not wanting it to hinder anything. Her knees parted, that familiar ache throbbing between her thighs. His cock was begging for attention inside the confines of his pants, but she ignored it for now, entirely focused on what Caius could do for her. They were both generous in bed, but Reagan was feeling selfish right now. She wanted Caius on his knees, worshiping her until she permitted him to stop.
It didn’t even need to be spoken, Caius could see the desire in her dark gaze on him. He unzipped and pushed his pants down to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving him in straining black boxer-briefs, then lowered himself to his knees in front of her. Caius picked up one of Reagan’s feet, cradling it in his hands as he nuzzled the top of it with his nose and lips. It was never a strain or a reach to worship her since he did it all the time in his head, so lavishing Reagan with real attention came naturally. Caius started at her toes, planting small soft kisses on each one, then down the curve of her sole -- he could still smell the earth clinging to her skin -- then up to her ankle. He made his way slowly up Reagan’s leg, his fingertips sliding over her skin just in front of his lips, pausing to linger over any sensitive spots as he got closer to what was hidden under her skirt.
Reagan leaned back on her palms, watching every movement Caius made. Her skin tingled beneath his lips and she wondered if he truly knew just how responsive her body was to his touch. He sparked a fire inside of her that no man had ever come close to emulating. Even now, his soft fingertips and warm lips sent shivers of lust down her spine and she throbbed with need between her thighs. Keeping her balance on one palm, Reagan reached out to slowly run her fingers through his thick hair. She wanted him to worship her but that didn't mean she couldn't indulge herself as well. Watching him pleasure her was as erotic as the act itself and Reagan did her best not to rush him.
Just as no other man had ever pleased Reagan quite like this, Caius had never had the desire to do this for anyone else. He’d gone down on other women of course, during those times when he and Reagan weren’t together, but doing that felt worlds different than this. It was having sex versus making love, and he’d only ever felt this burning to give pleasure when he was with Reagan. Caius kissed and nuzzled up the length of her slim thigh, tossing a dark glance up at her face before he pushed her dress further up around her hips. There was nothing underneath now, and Caius made a soft sound of appreciation as he dipped his face in further between her thighs to press more kisses against her mound. He loved to feel her fingers in his hair, to know that she was watching and loving every second. Hands smoothing over the outsides of her thighs, Caius parted his lips to give her those first slow licks, a low groan catching in his throat.
Reagan pulled her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment as a moan formed in her throat. There was nothing like Caius giving her pleasure, except for maybe watching him do it. She knew her husband was not a submissive man by nature, only to her, and that made Reagan feel powerful in a way that magic couldn't achieve. How foolish the both of them had been for ever thinking anyone else could ever come close to fulfilling the needs they both had. Reagan could do anything she wanted to Caius, and he would let her. Probably with a please and thank you. His hands on her skin now drew more heat to her core and Reagan continued to stroke her fingers through his hair, gentle and encouraging. She was happy to enjoy every second of this and not let him stop until she was thoroughly satisfied.
Caius had taken a handful of other lovers in his life, they both had, but no one else he’d ever been with had flipped this switch in him, no one had ever commanded his full attention and devotion like Reagan did without even trying. He was obsessed with her and always had been, and he knew exactly how much she enjoyed it. He fell into pleasuring her, his lips and tongue seeking out all of her favorite spots in between sucking gently at her swollen clit. She tasted like honeyed heaven to him, and his hands moved to the backs of her thighs to push her legs up further so he could feast on her deeper. Even if all she wanted from him was this, for hours on end? He would give it to her.
Reagan's head fell back as a louder moan escaped her lips. She'd had other men pleasure her before, but they rarely knew what they were doing. Or maybe deep down she'd known that no one could ever please her the way Caius could, so it was instinctive to be disappointed by others. She had never told Caius that, even though she knew he already knew it. Nobody else knew her body the way he did, and Reagan couldn't help but lower herself to the mattress, no longer feeling strong enough to hold herself up. Both hands ran through his hair now, her toes curling as those sharp, delicious sensations coursed through her. Her hips began to move, and she pressed herself to Caius's mouth, soft gasps and curses falling from her lips. Reagan thought about stopping him and demanding he fuck her, but she was too close to the peak now and she didn't want him to stop.
Caius reveled in pleasuring his wife, and had done for years and years before she was officially his bride ... it felt like they’d always been married, in a way, because they had. The magical curse had bound them together before they’d even been born, and gave him the most triumphant feeling to know that they’d defeated the curse and were still as linked as ever. Caius knew Reagan’s body almost better than he knew his own, and he could feel her getting closer and closer to her edge. Her signals and tells were always so fucking hot to him, and his cock was already leaking into the fabric of his boxer briefs. He moaned into her flesh and kept up the stimulation she was so obviously enjoying, stroking his lips and tongue against her as she rocked, sucking on her sensitive folds where he could, beyond content just to let Reagan use him how she saw fit. Caius shifted one hand further in so he could slip a couple of fingers into her throbbing heat, curling them up toward her g-spot to flood her with as much pleasure as possible.
All rational thought left Reagan the closer she got to the edge. Caius knew exactly how to touch her, exactly where to lick and how much pressure she wanted or needed. They had been doing this since they were teenagers, but every time with her husband felt like the first time - exhilarating. Her own mother once warned her that passion faded over time, but it hadn't yet with Caius and Reagan doubted it ever would. He was her soul mate, in every sense of the word. As his fingers stroked her g-spot, Reagan's back arched from the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. She didn't need to strain for release; It exploded with him, drawing a sharp cry from her lips as her body began to shake with the tremors from her orgasm. She hadn't realized her fingers had tightened in Caius's hair, but even if she had, she wouldn't have been able to help herself. At the moment, there was nothing but mind-numbing pleasure and an overwhelming rush of love for the man between her thighs.
That sting in his scalp felt like pure lightning-pleasure, and the moan Caius gave was lost in the sound of Reagan’s pleasure. He rode out her orgasm with her as he always did -- reading her cues to chase the pleasure, riding that edge between ecstasy and Too Much. Caius privately considered it an art he was particularly talented at. He hated talking about any of her other lovers, but Caius knew enough to know nobody had been able to outshine him at this. He kept up the stimulation until Reagan quieted down and the throbbing around his fingers slowed. Caius gave her clit one more soft lick before planting a few soft kisses against her mound and thighs. He felt like he could spend the rest of the night down there, making her come over and over, but he knew what she would want next. Caius nipped at her creamy skin and then pulled back, easing Reagan’s legs down as he stood up. Gazing down at her, he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pushed them down to free his cock. He stroked it slowly with his slick fingers. “Come here, goddess,” he murmured.
It took a lot of years to learn that she was much happier when she wasn't thinking about Caius pleasuring other women. The jealousy was all-consuming and lit a fiery rage inside of her that was difficult to quell. But he had always been hers, even when he was fucking other women, just like she had been his, no matter who had been between her thighs. There was no need to tell him that no other man made her come the way he did. Caius already knew that. Still breathing heavily, Reagan sat up, her gaze transfixed on the way his hand moved over his cock. Her pussy throbbed with need, not satisfied with only one orgasm. Reagan scooted to the edge of the bed, covering his hand with her own. "Let me taste you first," she murmured before closing her lips around the tip of his cock and giving it a firm suck.
Caius certainly wasn’t going to stop her if she wanted him in her mouth. Just as much as Caius knew her body, Reagan knew his, and just that first suck made his toes curl against the lush carpet. His dark lashes fluttered and he let out a soft sigh, bringing one hand up to stroke fingers through her hair. Caius never minded bending his knee for her, submitting to her sexual will -- or otherwise, really. He deeply wanted to give her anything and everything she wanted ... and that was possible in large part because Caius knew she would always take care of him too. They were a team and had been for years and years, and nothing was going to change that. It was as true in their bed as it was in their outside lives. Caius had never felt so sure of anything. He flexed his fingers in her silky strands and nudged his cock just a bit deeper between her lips, craving more of her.
Reagan slid her hands over his hips and back over his ass. In her eyes, everything about Caius was absolutely perfect. Including the cock that was currently resting against her tongue. She let him push deeper, relaxing her throat and moaning around his length. Reagan could be a selfish lover; frankly, she had never really enjoyed giving head to her other lovers. But with Caius, she wanted to do everything to make sure he experienced as much pleasure as he gave her. Hearing him moan, feeling the delicious tension in his muscles as she ran her hands over him, all because of her... it was as euphoric to Reagan as any orgasm. And now she could feel his magic surrounding her, heightening her arousal as her magic responded. She tried not to overwhelm him with how strong it had become, but gods, the way their magic came together caused her pussy to throb with intense need. Reagan moaned again, sucking firmly around Caius's cock, desperate to taste more.
The way she made those sounds around him, like he tasted as good as her mouth felt, always drove Caius wild. He hissed in a breath through his teeth and tugged a bit on Reagan’s hair again, his gaze aimed down at her. She was always incredibly beautiful, but even more so with her plush lips wrapped around his shaft. Caius moved with the rhythm of her head, thrusting just a bit for the friction rather than depth. Reagan was still mostly in control of it, as she ought to be. “Fuck, I love your mouth,” Caius breathed down to her, his hands dropping to skim fingers over her creamy shoulders. “I love your tits ...” He reached to fondle Reagan’s breasts, rolling and tugging at her nipples. “And I’m gonna love filling you up ... I know you’re still wet for me, aren’t you?” He’d made her come once, but Caius could feel through their magical connection that Reagan wasn’t done yet. Her fire was still burning hot, the thrumming between them so strong he could almost feel it on his skin. “I want to please you,” he murmured.
Of course she was still wet for him. Caius could make her come again and again and she would still want more. Moaning again, Reagan pulled back from his cock, but swirled her tongue around the tip, her eyes peering up at him through her thick lashes. “You always please me,” she murmured. Dipping her hand between her legs, she rubbed her swollen clit before slipping two fingers into her pussy. She kept her eyes on Caius, her lips and tongue teasing his shaft before she brought her hand back up to wrap her slick fingers around his cock. “See how wet I am still? That’s what you do to me.” Even all these years later. If Reagan were able to live every single minute of the day naked with Caius’s cock buried inside of her, she would. Reagan stroked his cock slowly while dipping her face down to lick and give his balls a quick suck. Maybe he was there to please her but she wanted to please him too, to drive him mad until he physically couldn’t stand not being inside of her.
He stared down at her with heated dark eyes, mesmerized by what she was doing to him and how stunning she looked doing it. Reagan had this delicious talent for being filthy and classy at the same time, and Caius couldn’t get enough of it. She was truly his queen. He throbbed in her hand, his breathing getting heavier and shakier. Every time, Caius did his level best to hold out, to actually win this fun little battle of wills -- who would demand a full union first? He nearly always lost. “Goddamn, Reagan,” he exhaled, stroking his fingers through her hair as his balls tightened up under the attention. Caius nudged his boxers the rest of the way down his thighs, then put both hands on her shoulders to push her up and back. “I need you,” Caius murmured, bending to seal his lips against Reagan’s. A moment later he climbed on top of her, nudging her legs apart with one knee. His mouth found the side of her neck and Caius sucked at Reagan’s skin as he sank his cock into her heat.
There was no protest when Caius pushed her back, and Reagan's lips curved into a brief, triumphant smile before his mouth covered hers. They were both stubborn people but she absolutely loved it when Caius gave into her. It always felt like she had won a battle of wills against him and Reagan knew there were very few people who could say the same. Drawing her knees up, Reagan lifted her hips to draw his cock in deeper, her hands moving restlessly over his waist and hips. There was absolutely nothing else to compare to that first thrust, the way his cock filled her so completely. Reagan clutched at the back of Caius's shoulders, moaning as her pussy throbbed around him. Instinctively she pushed her magic around his, wanting to intensify his pleasure the way it did her own. Breathing his name, Reagan caught his mouth in another kiss, her tongue eager to taste him.
There was no other sensation like being completely surrounded by the love of his life, body and mind and magic all at once, all Reagan. Caius couldn’t get enough of it and he loved to drown himself in her. Everything but them disappeared, the universe narrowing down to just the two of them and their energy and bodies mingling together, becoming one in a much more real sense than any normal human could achieve. Caius could feel the raw power humming in Reagan, vibrating his own magic and enhancing all the pleasure he was already feeling. It was a wonder he didn’t implode immediately under the force of it. But Caius loved it, it was like making love to a nuclear reactor. Reagan was the sun herself, and in one crazy-feeling moment, he wanted her to take him too, to absorb all of the magic he’d worked so hard to perfect into herself, so he could be this close to her always. Caius moaned into the kiss when their mouths sealed together again, his hips rocking slow and steady to tease his queen and get himself used to that intense pleasure.
She loved that she could taste herself on Caius's lips and tongue and Reagan moaned again, lifting her legs higher to wrap them around his waist. Her hands slid over his body, anywhere and everywhere she could reach. Gods, she couldn't get enough of him. Everything about Caius set her blood on fire. His body and his mind and his magic. That he was willing to help and protect her, even when she was doing things most people would consider morally wrong. They simply didn't understand, but Caius did. Whether it was the love he had for her, or his demon blood, or maybe a combination of everything, Reagan didn't know, nor did she care. All that mattered was that he belonged to her, and she to him, and nothing would stop them from achieving whatever it was they wanted. Breathing harder now, Reagan's back arched beneath Caius and she pulled her mouth from his, though she didn't stray far. Ducking her face against his throat, she kissed and nipped at his skin, her hips moving with his, drawing him in as deep as she could.
Right or wrong didn’t mean much to Caius -- it was a cruel world, survival of the fittest. All that mattered was taking care of the people who meant the most to him, and Reagan sat at the top of that list. They were bonded down to their very bloodlines, and he would do anything at all for her. Magically enslaving a wendigo to dispose of the bodies in her wake felt easy, like it wasn’t even a favor. It was just the tip of the iceberg of his devotion. He felt it all the time, but rarely so keenly as when they were entwined like this, and that deep closeness amplified his pleasure. Reagan knew every one of his buttons to push, too. Caius groaned deeply, his head falling slightly to the side to give her room at his neck. His balls already felt throbby and tight, but he was well practiced at holding back, and he desperately wanted to feel Reagan climax again. He pushed his hips harder into hers, grinding against her clit as his strokes began to speed up.
Reagan moaned against Caius's neck, clutching his body tightly with her hands when he began to move faster. Pleasure pulsed through her, and she moved restlessly beneath him, desperate for even more friction. Her magic spiraled around his, and for a moment, she felt as though she were floating, covered head to toe in exhilaration. It wasn't orgasmic, not in the traditional sense anyway, but Reagan wasn't sure she had ever felt closer to Caius in that moment. He always called her his queen, but he was her king and she would do anything for him, the same as he would for her. All of this, everything she was working towards, was for him. For them. Breathing his name, Reagan gripped his shoulders, wrapping her legs more tightly around his body to keep him close, desperate for more of those deeper thrusts.
He loved it when she gripped him with her entire body like that, loved those breathy sounds she made, loved the way she made his magic feel sparky and fiery and hot. Caius often felt so cold inside, but Reagan brought so much gorgeous heat into his life. She lit him up, and she always had. His breath was coming harsher and faster as he pumped his hips harder against hers, like his body knew exactly what hers wanted. They had always been so in sync and tuned into each other, it felt like just another layer of magic between them. Caius lifted his head as he fucked her deep, one hand moving to grip Reagan’s jaw, his gaze locked on hers for a brief moment before he kissed her again. It was as deep and hungry as his cock felt, and Caius flexed his magic to keep both of their lungs filled with fresh air so they could kiss for as long as they wanted.
Reagan moaned into Caius's mouth, her tongue stroking against his. She could feel it was easier to breathe now and knew he was pushing his magic into her as well. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to take all of it. To pull it into her body just as he was pumping his seed into her. The thought of it was so erotic that Reagan very nearly came again, her legs and pussy tightening around him. They were thoughts she would always keep to herself, dark thoughts that had no place in their equal marriage. Her fingertips pressed firmly into his skin as she moved beneath him, sharper cries forming in her throat. She was already so close and the way he ground his hips to hers pushed her closer and closer to the peak. When she came again, Reagan lost herself for a moment, the heat from her element pushing outward, surrounding them both. She shook beneath Caius, pulsing around his cock as every nerve burned intensely with her orgasm.
The sense of magical fire that surrounded them felt like it burned through his entire being in an intensely good way that Caius couldn’t begin to describe. For a brief moment he could almost feel the edges of himself blurring, like he was truly becoming one with his beloved. With the pleasure thrumming so high and hot, it was orgasmic, and Caius reached his own peak right behind Reagan. His hips pumped and jerked unsteadily as he filled her body with himself, the air hot between them. Caius never felt as warm as he did when they were tangled up like this, and sometimes he wanted to live in that feeling constantly. It was an overwhelming feeling though, and he was mindlessly swept along with it as his body shuddered against Reagan’s and a low cry vibrated his throat. The physical ecstasy was over too soon as it always was, and it left him feeling a little shaky as the tension began to fade. “Fuck, I love you,” Caius whispered against Reagan’s lips before he kissed her again.
There was always a sense of triumph when Caius came inside of her. She had no idea why, as they had been doing it for a long time now. But after so many years of on-again-off-again turmoil, it was still a magnificent feeling to know she would be the only woman in his life now to experience this kind of bliss. Reagan slid her hands down his back, moaning softly against his mouth before she smiled and nuzzled her nose to his. "I love you," she murmured. Even though she didn't want him to move just yet, Reagan loosened the grip of her legs around his waist anyway. "If I could tie you to our bed to have my way with you all day and night, I would."
Caius settled his weight against her a bit more, his elbows braced against the mattress, a faint smile crossing his face. “What’s stopping you?” he murmured, brushing their lips together. They couldn’t live that way all the time, unfortunately, but he could get into spending a long weekend catering to Reagan’s every whim. Caius kissed her softly another couple of times, lazily rocking his hips a few more times just to feel her as his cock relaxed again. “I’m yours forever,” he reminded her softly between kisses. There had been other women he was attracted to, that he’d slept with, but he’d never felt anything even close to what he felt for Reagan. Caius truly believed they were meant for each other and each other alone, and now that they’d gotten past all of that young foolishness, they knew it.
"If I kept you tied up all day and night, this town would fall apart without you," Reagan said, smiling as she ran her hands over his back again, just to feel his skin beneath her fingertips. Instinctively she shivered when his hips moved again and Reagan brought her hands up to slide them through his dark hair. She knew he was hers, no matter what happened. Their other lovers had only been temporary distractions until she and Caius got their shit together and committed. Everyone else had faded away in her mind. Caius was the only one for her and had been since they were kids. "I'm yours too," she murmured. "Forever."
Caius was sure the town could figure it out without him, but he wasn’t eager to abandon the position he’d been thirsting for his entire life. He’d been groomed to take over for Anthony when it was time, and now he would carve out an even bigger throne to sit on, with Reagan at his side. She was amassing power that he could barely understand the scope of, but they were intricately tied together -- what lifted one of them lifted the other. That was the way it ought to be. He didn’t know the exact shape of their future anymore, just that it would be incredible. Caius kissed her for a while, in no hurry to physically separate and move, basking in the afterglow and all that they were going to accomplish together.