Caius D'Onofrio (poweroftheeye) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-12-11 19:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, caius, caius x reagan, reagan |
Who: Caius and Reagan
When: Late Evening, Tuesday, July 17th
Where: Home
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete
After infusing herself with Gabriel’s magic, Reagan didn’t return home quite yet. Instead, she ended up in Blackwater without much memory of driving there. It didn’t seem to matter. Gabriel’s Earthy magic permeated through her blood, wrapping itself around the rest until they had all become one within her. The woods were dark, but the creatures that resided within them were awake, and she was able to call them to her like a fucking Disney princess. She knew there were other things living there, things that would be harder to control, but that was okay. She would leave the monsters to Caius.
The power that throbbed through her core was orgasmic, and she wondered if she could destroy the town were a mere flick of her hand. It was tempting to try, but somehow Reagan resisted it. As she walked back to where she had parked her car, the animals she had called to her side fled… all but the snakes, anyway. One had curled and clung to her ankle until she reached the car, where it uncoiled itself and slipped back into the brush near the ditch.
Moments later, she found herself in her driveway, eager to see Caius. He was the only one she could share this with. The only one who understood. Even so, something dark pulsed deep inside of her, tempted by his magic and everything that came with it. She could make him beg if she wanted to. Those intrusive thoughts were becoming more prominent, but Reagan was still startled by them, and she shrugged off any lingering desire to take what was rightfully his.
It was later than she thought when she walked through the door. It hadn’t seemed that long ago that she had stepped into Gabriel’s hair salon, but glancing at the clock in the foyer, she saw that it had been hours. She hadn’t even checked her phone since that moment. It was odd but nothing she was overly concerned with. Being inside her home now felt so… mundane. Normal. And right now, Reagan was anything but. She was made for so much more than this.
“Caius,” Reagan called, dropping her purse on the floor by the stairs.
It was just another Tuesday to Caius. He had worked like normal, gone home like normal. He’d made dinner since he beat Reagan home, and then ... he’d waited. When she didn’t turn up as usual after Belladonna’s closing time, Caius had tried to call her and text her a couple of times. When neither of those got an answer, he’d started waiting again, sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine in front of him. As the hours went on, Caius put the uneaten dinner away and switched to gin and tonics.
His natural inclination was to worry about her, try to go out to find her, to be protective. But Reagan didn’t need his protection anymore. There was no rapist or vengeful witch or angry Lucas who could touch a hair on her head now. She definitely wasn’t late for any of those reasons. Instead of being reassuring, it all just gave Caius a stomachache and a sense of uselessness. He could provide a clean up if she needed it, but that was about all.
By the time his wife actually walked through the door, Caius was sitting on the couch in the living room, a bit drunk and staring off into space, pondering it all. The sudden noise made him twitch, but he didn’t look around as he answered. “In here,” he replied, just loud enough to be heard.
She followed the voice into the living room, smiling a touch at the sight of him. Her magic responded, as did her body, and she walked over to join him. He had been drinking; that much was obvious, and she sat down on the edge of the coffee table in front of him, reaching out to place her hands on his knees, the smile still playing at her lips. "I'm sorry," she said, to get that out of the way first. "I had some things to do and just forgot about my phone. I didn't worry you, did I?" It would be okay if he was pissed, but he didn't look pissed. Reagan wasn't entirely sure what was happening in his head, which was a rarity for her. Usually, she knew when something was wrong and what that was, but right now, everything seemed clouded by what was going on inside her own mind.
Caius could feel her coming, like Reagan was a ball of electricity floating through the air, magic-static making the fine hairs on the back of his neck tingle with awareness. The feel of it had changed again, something a little different about her as she sat in front of him. She had drained another witch, Caius could tell. He just didn’t know if that meant another corpse to clean up or not -- they’d been working on honing Reagan’s skill so she would drain just the magic and not the life, but nothing was foolproof. Caius just gazed at her for a moment, his expression blank but for the pair of lines between his eyebrows. Then he smiled faintly. “No reason to worry about you anymore, is there? You’re quite self-sufficient,” he murmured. Caius moved one hand to brush his fingers over Reagan’s on his leg. “What were you so engrossed in?”
Reagan knew that Caius supported her in everything she did, magic or otherwise, but she also knew that he wanted to protect her and keep her safe. He had always been the stronger of the two of them, and now the tables had turned. Maybe she didn’t need him the way she had before and that was gnawing at him. Maybe he was envious of her power now. No. Caius was proud of her. He was the reason she had come this far. Reagan reached out with her free hand to push some of his hair from his forehead. He was a little drunk so she simply had to tread carefully. “I did it,” she murmured. “Drained a witch without killing them. He had no idea it was me… I was careful.” Her lips curved into a smile. “It was so easy, Caius. Those instincts just took over and I let them.” Her hand fell from his hair to his chest, where she pushed her palm against him, deliberately filling his body with warmth. “Do you feel that?”
Caius was proud of her. What she was doing was incredible and awe-inspiring. Fear-inspiring too, and maybe parts of Caius were struggling with that fear. He didn’t think Reagan was going to do anything to him personally ... but he also had no idea where all of this was going. The uncertainty and lack of control he had over the situation was definitely difficult, and he was trying his best to trust and let it play out, and give Reagan all the support he could. He wanted her to thrive, because they lifted each other up ... but all the power she was carrying now was more intimidating than he wanted to let on. Caius’s dark lashes fluttered and he drew in a deep breath as she pushed magic into him, the heat more uncomfortable to his system than soothing, but he could definitely feel the power behind it. “I do,” he murmured, meeting her eyes again. Caius curled one hand around her wrist, but made no effort to move her. “Who is it?”
For as long as she'd known him, Caius had never been intimidated by anyone, or anything, except perhaps his father. But occasionally she sensed his uncertainty about her growing power. That was fair, because she had felt the same way when he began dabbling in darker magic. She worried for him, but she had never tried to hold him back either. That simply wasn't how their relationship worked. What they did for themselves, they did for each other as well. His question prompted Reagan to arch a dark brow, but she supposed she should have known he would ask. "Gabriel. Did you know he had an affinity for animals?" It hadn't been something she could sense before, but gods, she felt it now.
“Gabriel,” Caius repeated with a slight frown. He hadn’t known anything about Gabriel’s magic, except that it felt earthy during the few times they’d been in the same place, and he’d thought nothing of it. The man was Zania’s boyfriend though, which tugged at some sense of guilt inside of him. So far everyone Reagan had drained and killed had been peripheral witches, people they had no reason to care about. But the Castells were supposed to be allies -- Zan at least, in a loose way, and fucking with their chosen family didn’t seem like a smart move to Caius. “... and you’re sure he didn’t see your face? He belongs to Zania, and maybe we shouldn’t shit where we eat.” He wasn’t often critical of anything Reagan did and maybe Caius would’ve kept his mouth shut if he hadn’t been drinking, but it was out now and he couldn’t really hide his disapproval.
"He didn't see my face. He won't remember anything about what happened," Reagan said, pulling her hand away from his chest and her wrist from his grip. His obvious displeasure piqued Reagan's stubborn, defensive nature. She knew what she was doing, and she wouldn't apologize for it. "And maybe you've enjoyed a Castell-flavored feast, but I never did," she continued tersely as she stood. She knew what Caius had meant, but Reagan couldn't help the rising irritation. At the moment, with her magic pulsing so strongly within her, she was confident that she and Caius didn't need an ally. They only needed each other. "I don't owe my loyalty to anyone outside of this house."
Caius wasn’t really surprised by her reaction, and he didn’t try to hold onto her when she pulled away from him. The cold that rushed in as the magical heat dissipated didn’t feel great either. Neither of them liked being criticized, especially by one another, since they actually respected each other’s opinions. At least Caius thought they still did. Maybe that was changing, in a bad direction for him. He looked up as Reagan stood over him, but didn’t move otherwise. “I’m just suggesting we shouldn’t antagonize those who’ve been our allies in the past, that’s all,” he said, his tone even and calm. “We don’t need the extra trouble.” He already knew that if Zania found out the truth about what had happened to her boyfriend, she would seek vengeance and it would turn into a whole mess. Removing someone’s magic was like cutting off their legs, even if Reagan had left Gabriel alive. That was a small mercy. “I’m relieved you didn’t kill him though,” he added.
"Allies," Reagan repeated, her tone dripping with skepticism. "What can any of them do for us? We don't need them, Caius. You need me, and I need you and that's the end of it." She walked away from the couch, wanting a drink of her own. "If you think I'm scared about whatever kind of trouble Zania could create, you're very mistaken." And Zania Castell was the last person Reagan wanted to talk about. Maybe they had come to a civil truce, but just saying the woman's name still brought a scowl to her face. She regretted telling Caius about Gabriel, hated seeing that disapproval in his eyes. His was the only opinion in the world she cared about and she needed him to see that her power was more important than some insignificant hair dresser. Reagan paused at the kitchen entranceway and looked back at Caius. "Are you going to suffer a crisis of conscience over this?"
Of course, anything having to do with Zania Castell was a minefield in their marriage, and it was so tiresome. Caius wondered briefly if Reagan had gone after Gabriel with the purpose of hurting Zania in mind. And what if she hadn’t been able to rein it in enough to spare his life? They were barrelling down the road toward a witching war in town, and Caius wasn’t even sure where the brakes were anymore. Not that anyone stood a chance against Reagan now ... but no, the sliver of conscience that Caius did possess didn’t like hurting friends. That was his problem to deal with, wasn’t it? Caius grabbed his glass and stood up finally, feeling like he needed a refill. “I don’t think you’re scared of Zania, I don’t think you’re scared of anyone,” he said as he moved to follow her toward the kitchen. “The only crisis I’m suffering is concern over exposure. There are still powerful witches in this town, and if they band together against us ...” Caius waved his free hand vaguely. He had other concerns too, but he was going to keep those private, he wasn’t stupid. Reagan “needing” him could change on a dime, and it could be his magic burning inside of her next.
Reagan pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge and found a glass before turning back toward Caius. "They could band together against us and still lose." With the exception of Caius's father, Reagan wasn't intimidated. It was her ego talking now and somewhere underneath the layers of intoxicating magic, she knew that. But it was difficult to turn it off. She studied him as she uncorked the wine and began to pour herself a glass. "Is a coven coming after us the only crisis you're suffering?" Reagan asked, setting the bottle down gently on the counter. "Or are you afraid I'll come after you." She never got the sense that Caius was scared of her. It was hard to imagine Caius scared of anyone. But sometimes she couldn't tell if his hesitation stemmed from a desire to protect her, or from being envious of what she was now capable of.
Caius had just left the gin out on the counter and he poured himself another generous helping, able to feel Reagan’s eyes on him. Usually that was a good thing, a sexy thing, or a comfortable level of being known ... tonight felt a little different, and he didn’t know if the difference was in him or her or both. Accumulating power and getting stronger together had always been their goal, but now it felt that Reagan had surpassed him so quickly and thoroughly that she might start to see him as more of a hindrance than a partner. He couldn’t say that, however, because then he would be doubting her dedication. All of the mental chess this conversation required was already exhausting. He drank some and then topped his glass off again before turning to look at her. “Do I seem afraid to you?” he asked, his demeanor still calm and even. “Is that a concern I should be considering? What do you see when you look at me now?”
Caius might have been more calculating when it came to choosing his words, but Reagan had always said what was on her mind without giving it much thought. It was the fire inside of her, she supposed. Her reactionary personality got her into trouble at times, had been the cause behind various arguments and fights they'd had over the years. But Reagan was who she was, just as Caius was who he was. They were bound together in so many ways, but Reagan wondered if that had worked because it had always been Caius who had been the stronger one. The tables had turned, and she honestly had no idea how he was handling it internally. Reagan picked up her glass and leaned back against the counter, still meeting his gaze. "I see my husband. The one person in my life I trust with my whole self and all of my secrets. I see a man who would be foolish to consider for even a second that I would hurt him." Reagan sipped her wine and licked the taste from her bottom lip before adding. "What do you see when you look at me?"
Were his concerns foolish? Possibly. Caius didn’t believe that he would wake up one random morning to Reagan draining him of all his magic. But neither of them knew what the effects of harboring all of that magic in one body could be -- it was already more power than one witch could have developed on their own, and if magic was an intrinsic part of every witch, what kinds of other influences were in Reagan’s head now? What if she was changing in ways she couldn’t see at the moment? “I see my brilliant, incredible, ambitious wife,” Caius murmured, gazing at her. “Reaching for her full potential, and breaking into new territory neither of us fully understand yet. I support you, I trust you, and I adore every atom of you ... but with the ways we’ve seen the power in this town change people ... yes, I have some concerns.” Without breaking eye contact, Caius lifted his own drink for a swallow.
It was difficult to explain to Caius that she understood. As soon as the magic she took sunk deep into her bones, she understood. It was no longer someone else's magic, it was her own and her fire consumed it. Was it changing her? Yes, it was. Did she feel out of her depth? No. She felt guided, whether that was by Westin or simply her magic, Reagan didn't know. But she did know it wouldn't be wise to bring that up right now. "What can I do to alleviate those concerns?" Reagan asked quietly. She would do or say whatever he needed at that moment, because she didn't want to see that look of disapproval in his eyes again. There were promises she knew she couldn't make, but she couldn't do any of this without Caius by her side.
Caius wished he knew how to answer that. He had no idea what would put his mind fully at ease about everything that was happening. He didn’t want to begrudge Reagan any power, but part of him was envious and a little worried about being rendered useless to her. His father had raised him to be powerful -- his value was in his mastery of magic, and now in comparison to his wife ... he might as well be doing cheap card tricks. Caius knew intellectually that wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help his feelings. All of that was insecurity though, and he hated indulging it, and hated sharing it even more, it was just close to the surface tonight. “I don’t know,” he admitted finally, his eyes ticking away with shame. Caius didn’t want to create problems with no answers. “Maybe it’ll just take time. I can’t see the end game clearly right now and it’s ... unsettling.”
Placing her wine glass on the counter, Reagan crossed to Caius and slipped her arms around his waist, pulling him close. "I don't know the end game either, and maybe that's okay. Sometimes you just have to let go of that control, Caius." She knew how hard it would be for him to do something like that, when Caius thrived on control, but there was nothing else to be done about it. She would know when she was done. It was anything either one of them could predict. All Reagan knew at that moment was that Caius would never be useless to her. She loved him for everything he was, not for his magical power, although that certainly bound them together in a much more profound way. They had been through too much together, and what she was doing was as much for him as it was for her - and any child they may end up having in the future. That was the end game, in her mind.
A bit of the tension in his body melted as Reagan embraced him, and Caius draped his arms around her slim shoulders. He let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes. It wasn’t a complete comfort, because the control freak in charge of his brain wanted to know the plan, the timeline, where this would go and how fast, what kind of backlash they needed to prepare for, on and on. Was the mystery of it all making him feel like he had doubts? Not knowing any of it didn’t feel okay, but he wanted to trust that she was right, maybe it would turn out fine anyway. Fine for them, at least. There was a trail of grieving families that Reagan had left behind, who would never have their own personal mystery solved. Caius didn’t care much about them, though. He cared more about what might happen with Zania because she actually knew how to wield her power. “I just can’t lose you,” Caius murmured after a moment of just holding onto her. “By your choice or not. I can’t.”
Reagan understood his feelings. They had been through so much together, and when Caius had lost his memories of her, it had seemed like her sanity spiraled. She couldn't even imagine what it would feel like if she lost him completely. "We've haven't come this far for you to lose me, or for me to lose you," Reagan said, looking up from where she had been resting her head against his chest. "I won't let that happen." She didn't care what she had to do, or who she had to hurt. Losing each other was not an option. And she didn't believe Zania would ever find out what had happened. Reagan had covered her tracks well, and Caius had a wendigo at his disposal if it ever got out of hand again.
Caius wholeheartedly agreed with the first part, he just really hoped Reagan would continue to feel the second part. Even thinking about her love for him changing from absorbing so much power made his heart feel cut in two, and her dedication to him hadn’t even wavered yet. As far as Caius knew, anyway. Maybe she was keeping him safe and subdued until it was time to drain him of his magic. He didn’t want to think that way, didn’t want to be suspicious of the love of his life, but his instinct for self-preservation was strong. Caius didn’t let any of that caution into his expression as he gazed back at Reagan, and lifted one hand to stroke her cheek. “I want us both to have everything we deserve,” he whispered. “And you know I’ll shield you until my dying breath. If you just ... ever feel like you’re losing control over the hunger, promise you’ll let me know.”
If he had asked, it might have been hard to deny that Reagan felt drawn to Caius's magic. But she had enough clarity to know she would never deliberately hurt him, or even try to steal what was his. She had lived through having her magic taken from her, and she would never want to be responsible for Caius having to deal with the same thing. "I promise," she murmured, pushing up on her toes slightly to press a kiss to his lips. Then Reagan smiled and pressed another kiss to his chin. "You know the only hunger I ever lose control over is my hunger for you." Yes, she was trying to lighten the mood a little, but Reagan didn't like to see Caius worried or uncertain. They were a team and would always remain one, no matter what the universe threw at them.
He could only hope that stayed true. Caius hated feeling helpless under any circumstances, and it felt even worse when it came to the person he cared most about in the world. If whatever was happening to Reagan overtook her sense of self and her love for him ... what could he do? She was getting too powerful for him to stop. Caius felt like he should have a plan ready, but thinking about the future with those possibilities made him feel ill every time. He just had to wait and hope for the best and hold on tight to Reagan’s humanity. They’d always grounded one another, and if he had to step it up in that regard, he would. They had too much to lose. Caius tried to push it all back down deep as he gently kissed her back, then quirked a tiny smile. “At least I know I can fully satisfy you in that arena,” he murmured, one hand slipping down to the small of Reagan’s back. He pulled her in a bit more firmly.
Reagan knew Caius's inclination to plan ahead, to be in control and brace for any situation. She loved that about him. But right now, Reagan knew all he could do was stand back and watch things unfold. This was exciting for her and right now, that was all she could see. Reaching up to brush her hands through his dark hair, Reagan smiled when he pulled her close. As intoxicating as her magic was, there was really nothing quite like the feel of Caius's body pressed to hers. It was better than any amount of magical power she could ingest. "You fully satisfy me in every arena," she told him, not wanting Caius to doubt for a moment her love, and lust, for him. Reagan nipped gently at his lower lip before adding, "No one could ever come close to making me feel the way you do. No one and nothing... not even magic."
It was nice to hear when he’d been having something close to doubts, especially when they were pressed together like they were. Caius knew it was possible she was just intending to placate him, but he didn’t want to think that way. Being suspicious of the love of his life was exhausting and not something he wanted to do all the time. He just had to trust her, something that had never seemed difficult before, unless they were in the middle of one of their immature breakups, but it had been a long time since then. In any case, Caius didn’t want to talk anymore, so he just kissed her again, deep and with purpose this time. They’d always connected very well on a physical level, and at least that didn’t seem to have changed. The warmth Reagan inspired in the pit of his stomach was a welcome distraction, and Caius tried to forget about anything else.
Honestly, she was glad they were done talking about magic and Caius's concerns. Reagan didn't want to be dismissive of them, but at the moment, there wasn't much she could do or say to placate him and assuage his worries. He just had to trust her, and she him. They had been through so much worse than this and this was beneficial to both of them. Reagan brought her hands up to cup Caius's face, parting her lips for his. It seemed like the more magic she absorbed, the more intense everything else felt, including the intimacy she shared with Caius. Some days she felt insatiable, but he had yet to complain about it. Right now she was willing to bend a little, follow his lead and give him what he needed.
What he needed was Reagan’s reassurance that she still valued him just as much as she always had, that he was still what she wanted even if he couldn’t come close to matching her power now. At the moment, anyway, because who knew how this would eventually turn out. He knew she had been even more hungry for his body as of late, but that wasn’t quite the same thing. Caius kissed her possessively, the pressure of his mouth increasing as the passion in him started to build. He turned them and crowded Reagan backward until her body connected with the edge of the counter, his hands sliding down to her hips. He loved it when she held his face like that, and he could feel the lust really starting to spark in his core. It was a relief -- he didn’t want any struggles during intimate moments, or they would have an even bigger problem this evening.
Caius's power had always been attractive to Reagan and that wasn't going to change no matter how strong she got. She knew it was a source of pride for him so this probably wasn't easy for him, supporting her when it was usually the other way around. But they had made it through so much that this felt miniscule compared to their history. Maybe they couldn't predict where all of this would lead, but she knew it would be something great and she wanted him beside her for the entire journey. Reagan returned his kisses with equal fervor, her hands slipping back into his hair to grasp between her fingers. Her tongue found his and she moaned at the taste of him. A hint of liquor was still on his breath. Even now she could feel his magic pressing into hers and heat sparked in her belly, desperate now to feel all of him.
Nothing about this felt miniscule ... Reagan had always supported Caius without question though, and now it seemed to be his turn. It wasn’t so much all the deaths that bothered him, it was the shift in the power balance between them, but that was something he had to get used to. They were on this path now and there was no putting all that magic back into the bottles, so to speak. Reagan was distracting him from all of those thoughts in the best possible way however, so Caius tried to let all of that worry and uncertainty slip off of his shoulders. The magic in her felt chaotic and wild, swirling power that felt like Reagan but not. He couldn’t deny there was an erotic draw to it all. She was a force of nature now. Caius gave a soft groan in his throat and pushed his body more firmly against hers, the front of his boxer briefs getting tight and his hands running over the curves of her sides.
One of Reagan's favorite pastimes was distracting Caius, especially during or after a fight. Not that she had considered this a fight really. More like a discussion with some mild disagreement. They were moving on from it, though, at least for now. Reagan could feel his body responding to hers and her hands slipped from his hair, down his body to start pulling apart his belt. The edge of the counter bit into her lower back but she didn't mind it. Passion had a way of clouding, and even enhancing pain. Moaning into his mouth, Reagan made quick work of undoing his pants, slipping her hands into them to push them down his hips as soon as she was able. She left his boxer briefs in place for the moment, tugging the waistband open just enough to get her hand inside so she could work him to full hardness.
Caius groaned as Reagan tugged his belt open, heat flashing through his core. He could really feel that hunger from her now in the demanding way she touched him. His hands slid up to grope at her chest through her clothes, squeezing her tits without much gentleness. It just seemed like a rougher sort of night between them. As usual, his erection didn’t need much coaxing from her, and he rocked his hips into that touch as his tongue lashed at hers. Caius pulled the front of Reagan’s shirt up and the cups of her bra down so he could touch her skin, another moan escaping him as he felt the hard nubs of her nipples against his palms. At least this was something they were never out of sync on, a glue besides power that held them together.
There was nothing more erotic to Reagan than turning Caius on. He was always so put together, so in control of nearly everything in his life and when she saw him unravel, breathless and guided by passion, it was the most satisfying feeling. A loud moan formed in her throat, muffled by his tongue. His demanding hands on her skin sparked intense heat to pool between her legs. Gods, she hoped he left bruises on her before the night ended. With his cock hard and aching against her palm, Reagan quickly withdrew her hand from his underwear to push them down his thighs. She made quick work of it, moving then to grip the hem of his shirt to push it up and off of his body.
They were still in the kitchen, clothing items falling around them to the floor, but Reagan didn't care about that. Right now, she only wanted to reassure Caius of her devotion to him. Her indescribable need to have him by her side. Breathless herself, Reagan pulled away from Caius's mouth and pushed him just enough so she had room to lower herself to her knees. His cock was a thing of beauty in front of her and Reagan licked her fingers and stroked him for a moment before she drew the tip into her mouth, moaning happily as though he was the most decadent thing she had ever tasted. And he really was. Reagan had never been a fan of doing this with her former lovers, but with Caius, she couldn't get enough.
He helped her strip his clothes off with a sudden annoyance that clothes even existed, glad to have his overheated skin exposed to the air and Reagan’s hands now. Caius nudged his pants and underwear aside with his foot, kissing his wife for as long as he could until she pushed him back. His hands delved immediately into Reagan’s hair, stroking through the top of it a few times before he gripped the strands in his fingers. Gazing down at her with heated eyes as she stroked him, Caius scraped his teeth over his full bottom lip. He loved it when she got on her knees for him, though he knew the power balance didn’t really change. If anything, Reagan had even more power over him with his cock between her teeth. It was almost a submission on his part, but not one that Caius minded in the slightest. The pleasure washed away any hesitancy, and Reagan was so damn good at giving it. Caius cursed under his breath as she started to suck on him, his cock twitching between her lips, eager for more.
Deep down Reagan knew that while she was the one on her knees, she was still the one who could make this experience turn on a dime for Caius. But Reagan had no desire to do that. She wanted to infuse her husband with as much pleasure as she possibly could. His encouraging hands in her hair prompted Reagan to take him deeper into her throat, her hands slipping up and around his thighs to his ass. Gods, she loved everything about him. His taste, his smell, the way he felt beneath her hands and against her tongue. Reagan moaned again, sucking more firmly around his length. With every movement, she felt herself becoming more aroused. But Reagan was willing to wait, needing to drive Caius to the brink of madness first.
After so many years together, with lots of the early ones involving exploring their sexualities with one another, both of them knew each others’ bodies extremely well. No other lover Caius had been with could make him feel the way Reagan did. She knew every physical and psychological button he had, and just how to press them in his favorite way. One of them was hearing just how much she relished sucking on him, those moans of her drove him wild. “Fuck, Reagan,” Caius moaned, his fingers flexing in her hair again. He followed the movement of her head with his hands, not guiding or forcing, just enjoying that erotic back and forth rhythm. It was almost hypnotic, but instead of relaxing him it twisted the knot of pleasure in the pit of his stomach. His hips rocked forward just a bit, in time with her bobbing head, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.
There was no one in her life that Reagan knew better than she knew Caius, not even her own family. But he was also the only person in her life who knew her and they had never once felt out of sync when it came to being intimate with each other. It didn't matter if their hearts and minds weren't on the same page... their bodies always knew what to do and right now, Reagan was willing to let the pleasure guide both of them. Her throat relaxed as his cock probed deeper and she moaned again, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock to stroke in time with the bobbing of her head. There was nothing like the taste and sensation of Caius's cock against her tongue and she peered up at him through her dark lashes, enthralled by the pleasure etched on his face.
Gods, even after all these years she could still put him on edge in seconds. Caius was far from ready to come in his mind, but his balls already felt tight and throbby. It had taken quite a bit of practice for him to develop his stamina, but at least he’d never had to wait long to get going again. He briefly considered letting himself come in Reagan’s mouth, then going down on her until he was hard again, but thinking of her pussy made him impatient to be inside of her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Caius murmured, his gaze hot as he stared down at her. His fingers flexed in her hair and he pulled back to slide his cock out of her mouth. Caius bent down to kiss her, deep and hungry. “I want to suck on your clit and then fuck you hard,” he mumbled against her lips. “Do you want that?”
Of course Reagan knew she was beautiful, but it never failed to make her heart skip a beat whenever Caius told her so. All of those lovely words and that look of heated passion in his eyes were meant solely for her now. Reagan licked her bottom lip and then moaned when he kissed her, always finding it highly erotic knowing he could taste himself on her mouth after she had given him head. "I want anything and everything you can give me," Reagan said before pressing another demanding kiss to his lips, her hand slipping between his legs to caress his balls.
Caius grunted as he licked into her mouth, caught up in the moment enough to not care how sloppy it was. He loved how wet her lips were, how slick she’d gotten his cock. It was going to take real effort not to plunge right into her once he got her clothes off. Caius reached for Reagan’s arm, grasping the upper portion to guide her up to her feet. Once she was standing again, he reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it up and off, needing her to be just as naked as he was now. Caius got his hands on her bare breasts as soon as he could, dipping in to kiss her hungrily again. He groped her eagerly before starting to push at the waistband of her pants. “Get these off,” he grumbled.
It was a wonder that she could stand on both legs with how weak her knees felt. But the adrenaline and arousal urged her on and Reagan helped Caius discard of her shirt and bra before their lips met again. Chest heaving, Reagan groaned into his mouth and quickly slipped her hands into the waistband of her pants to push them down her legs, along with her underwear. It occurred to her that they should move to a more comfortable room, but her body was frantic with need and Reagan found herself urging Caius to his knees, unwilling to pause for even a moment to get to a softer surface. It was always easy for them to ignore any discomfort in their surroundings when their need for each other was this strong.
He was barely aware of where they were in the house anymore, he just knew his wife was naked and pressed against him now, and he wanted her. Caius ignored Reagan pushing on his shoulders for a brief moment, long enough to grab her hips and lift her up to sit on the edge of the counter. He was no buff gym rat, but Reagan had always been petite and he could handle her weight well enough. Once she was braced, he hungrily kissed his way down her chest and stomach, then knelt to bury his face between her thighs. He braced his hands under Reagan’s legs so she had some more support, nuzzling and kissing at her mound before he licked her from bottom to top. A groan caught in Caius’s throat at how she felt against his tongue, and his cock throbbed with need as he started to feast on her.
Reagan watched under heavy-lidded eyes as Caius made his way down her body. A breath caught in her throat as soon as she felt his tongue against her, and she balanced herself on one palm as the other moved instinctively into his thick hair, her fingers curling around the dark strands. She'd had men who had gone down on her in the past, but none knew her body like Caius did. He knew exactly what to do and where to do it, and Reagan immediately lost herself in the intensely pleasurable pulsing sensations his mouth created within her. She could barely hear her own moans over the pounding of her heart. It was impossible not to watch Caius between her thighs, the way his tongue and lips consumed her. Knowing him as well as she did, Reagan always got off on the knowledge that he was pleasuring her this way, that he was so willing to submit to her and give her exactly what she wanted. She admired and loved the way her husband took control of certain situations, the way he rarely let himself unravel and bend to anyone's will. But he would bend to hers and Reagan found that just as sexy as anything he might do to her physically.
Reagan had always been the one place Caius felt completely safe, where he didn’t have to lie about who he was or what he wanted or thought about anything ... she understood every part of him, and for the majority of their lives, Caius had trusted that she had his back. That trust had allowed him to relax and give up control in the only context he could. They’d had their petty times, of course, playing jealousy games with each other and using other people to get under one another’s skin, but that was different and far in their past. Now there was this huge power shift ... but it didn’t feel much different to him at the moment, on his knees for Reagan, where he wanted to be anyway. She’d always been his goddess, now she was just growing into the crown. He could feel the extra magic pulsing in her as he worked her body with his mouth, reaching out to stir up his own power, getting it swirling eagerly inside of him. Caius’s dark eyes flashed up to her face once or twice, drinking in the pleasure there and spurring him on. He moved one hand enough to slide a finger into her heat while he sucked gently on her clit, just to tease her and hear more of those lovely moans of hers.
The way their magic had always merged when they were being intimate was something Reagan knew she would never be able to replicate with any other witch. Caius belonged to her and she to him and that included their magic. Everything she did, she did for him, for them and Reagan knew now that Caius could say the same. No one else could ever understand this and she was more than okay with that. Being with him like this was like floating on a cloud and Reagan wanted to just sink into the bliss of it all. Brushing her fingers restlessly through his hair, Reagan bit into her bottom lip and moaned at the feel of his finger slipping inside of her. Gods, she never got tired of that sensation and Reagan rolled her hips, eager for more. Caius was precisely where he belonged, on his knees with his face between her legs. His tongue and fingers were masterful and Reagan finally let her eyes fall shut as she gave into the pleasure that continued to coil tightly within her.
Caius knew Reagan’s body almost as well as he knew his own, they had been together for so long. That familiarity didn’t take anything away from their lovemaking -- Caius had not been bored in bed with Reagan for even half a second ... or anywhere else they were getting it on, for that matter. Their love and magic and passion kept things fresh and indulgent, and he always tried to hold up his end of things and keep her engaged and satisfied. He could read her breathing and sounds like a book, and he knew she was enjoying what he was doing, so Caius kept it up. He slow-stroked his tongue against her sensitive folds as he pushed another finger into her body, giving a soft grunt as he felt her clench. This was the only time in his life he liked to give up control, to only think about someone else, and he knew Reagan knew it and reveled in it. His body was aching impatiently though, and he had said he was going to fuck her, so Caius lapped at her for another moment, then pulled back to stand up.
The way Caius feasted on her was indulgent, and she would have happily kept him exactly where he was for the rest of the evening if her body wasn't so desperate for more. Even so, she opened her eyes and tried not to whine when he pulled back from her, because she knew he wasn't finished with her yet. And gods, he looked so gorgeous, his hair rumpled from her hand and his eyes dark with arousal. Breathing heavily, Reagan straightened up and wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer. Her arms winded around his shoulders as she kissed him again, her tongue eager to taste herself on his lips and tongue. Reagan knew Caius needed the reassurance that he was still enough for her, that he was all she needed, and she tried to convey that in the way she kissed him. Her magic seemed to swirl and embrace his, and she moaned at the power that sparked within her blood because of it. Did Caius sense that she could take everything from him in mere minutes if she wanted to? Reagan knew it shouldn't turn her on, but it did. The balance of power between them shifting in her favor was arousing and Reagan nipped sharply at Caius's lower lip, more than happy to let those erotic urges take over for the time being.
He was eager to kiss her, let her taste herself, bring his body closer to hers. There was some part of him that did sense he was in some sort of danger, that the power emanating from Reagan could be a risk to him. And while that rubbed parts of him the wrong way when he was sober-minded, something else about it made his heart race in the moment. Like he was in the presence of someone almost otherworldly, deeply powerful and mysterious, even though he knew Reagan better than anyone else in his life. It was intimidating but intensely erotic, especially given the way she was embracing him. It only took a couple of shifts of his hips to find the right angle, then Caius was sinking his cock into Reagan, a low moan catching in the back of his throat. The way her body gripped him sent ripples of pleasure up his spine, and Caius felt helpless in a completely different, hotter way. If he was being honest with himself, Reagan had always held him in thrall to a certain degree, just this way instead of magically. He was hers, body, mind, soul, and magic, and always had been. Groaning into the kiss, he started to slowly pump his hips, eager for more but wanting to make sure his queen was fully satisfied before this was all over.
Sex with Caius had always been on another level. Reagan had bedded plenty of men in the past, but none of them had ever made her feel the way Caius did. It wasn't just their bodies coming together, it was everything. He was the only person she ever felt truly connected to. They were meant for each other in every sense. No one else could drive her this mad with desire and her ache for him was indescribably intense. Reagan's own moan of satisfaction joined his as soon as her body enveloped his cock and she wrapped her lower legs around him, keeping him close. Curling her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, Reagan kissed him thoroughly, her tongue dancing with his. It seemed as though her enhanced magic only deepened her lust for Caius. Lust and love and obsession. She knew he felt it too. Moaning again, Reagan began to kiss down to his jaw and back to just below his earlobe. She couldn't move too vigorously on the counter, but she moved her hips just enough to meet his thrusts.
Caius intended to hold still for a moment or two just to savor the feeling of being buried inside of her, but it was impossible to keep his hips from rocking, especially with Reagan moving with him. Gods, it was bliss. His head was starting to feel light and spinny when she broke the kiss, and he pulled in a couple of deep breaths, his head tilting to encourage what she was doing. Her plush lips sent tingles down through his body, making his cock flex inside of Reagan. “Gods, I love you,” Caius exhaled, his hands slipping down to grip Reagan’s hips. He picked up the pace, angling himself to thrust as deep as he could in this position. She felt so good, and he felt like he was drowning in the pleasure in the best possible way. It certainly felt better than fretting over how much she loved him -- in moments like this, he could feel it all radiating off of her, through their connection that ran deeper than their physical bodies.
Reagan was quickly becoming swept away by every movement of Caius's hips. She clung to him, burying her face against the crook of his neck. "I love you," she moaned, meaning every word. She knew he was feeling uncertain about her growing power, perhaps about how much she needed him now. Reagan wanted to do everything in her power to reassure him, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel like they were now on even ground. How many years had she doubted his commitment to her, his own feelings? Now the shoe was on the other foot. But they were married and bound in a way no one else would ever understand. Every thrust of his hips pushed her closer and closer to the edge and Reagan finally released Caius to lean back, her hands on the counter to stay upright. She rolled her hips to his, her head falling back as a louder moan escaped her. Her magic burned deep in her core, starting to spread through every inch of her being. "Harder," she breathed.
She was hypnotic, the way she moved her body, the way her breasts bounced, that blissed out look on her face. Caius was transfixed as she leaned back, and he knew deep down that even if she did look down on him or didn’t need him or whatever he was deeply afraid of in his psyche, he would still give her anything she wanted from him. Caius belonged to Reagan, he had since they’d been teenagers, and a shift in power dynamics would never change that. She could wring him dry, just like she would do for him. Had done already. He would give her anything. Caius was just profoundly lucky that all she wanted at the moment was his attention and his body. Caius leaned back a bit himself for leverage, still gripping Reagan’s hips. If she wanted it harder, he was eager to give it to her. Dark eyes roaming over her body, he started pumping his hips with more force, gradually building speed, the pleasure-knot in his groin pulling tighter.
Reagan wanted so much more than Caius's attention and body. She wanted all of him, every inch, every atom. She wanted to give him everything he deserved and that was why she was doing what she was doing... at least, that's what she told herself. Right now, Caius was giving her exactly what she wanted and her body felt like it was on the brink of implosion. Every sensation was more intense than it had ever been before. Her magic flooded every inch of her body, intensifying with every thrust of Caius's hips. Reagan could feel his magic merging with her own and for a moment, Reagan wasn't sure she would be able to tolerate it. She was positive she would shatter into a million pieces and the fine line between pain and pleasure had begun to fade completely. Panting, Reagan couldn't fight it, not with the way Caius was plunging into her, the way his gorgeous eyes watched her face. When she came, it was with a strangled sob that might have turned into a scream if it hadn't caught in her throat. Sharp, exhilarating sensations pulsed deep within her and stole her breath.
Caius could feel her orgasm coming, not just in the clench of her body but the way her magic surged -- it was like being swept away by a river current, his own magic joining the flow in a way that was exhilarating. There was a sliver of fear in him that he would drown in it, but that only added to the excitement. If he didn’t trust Reagan, the lack of control would have been intolerable, but as it was it was thrilling. And to take in all of her power and still be able to drive her wild with pleasure? It was sublime. He was breathing hard too, though he didn’t really need to, it was just another way to be absorbed in the moment. Caius kept fucking Reagan through her climax, shuddering and groaning at how tight her body felt and how it made his balls ache. The sounds she was making were driving him mad, but he wasn’t ready to let go himself though, so he slowed down just enough and leaned in to claim her mouth in a nibbly kiss.
Reagan wasn't sure the pulsing sensations would ever stop and she was more than okay with that. There was something about its nearly painful intensity that Reagan knew could become addicting quite easily. But as it started to fade, Reagan felt Caius's lips on hers and she moaned with satisfaction against his mouth. Straightening a bit, both arms wound around his shoulders, holding him close as she parted her lips to kiss him deeper. He would have no trouble breathing through it and she didn't mind the bit of burn in her lungs. Without thinking much of it, Reagan felt her magic push in against his, wanting Caius to feel everything she could feel. As she did so, Reagan squeezed herself around his cock, starting to move her hips a bit again to encourage him. Their sex life had always been intense, but the heightened magic between them added an extra layer to it that Reagan couldn't quite get enough of.
The role of magic in their lovemaking had been evolving rapidly, expanding into things he’d never felt before, levels of pleasure he hadn’t really known where possible. It felt like Reagan’s magic penetrated his own, just like he was penetrating her, both sensations slick and hot and ecstatic. Caius gasped against her lips and melted into a helpless groan. His body started to override his self control, his hips snapping forward sharply into a quicker rhythm. Caius braced both hands against the counter for leverage, his forearms tucked behind Reagan’s hips to keep her close as he started to fuck her with abandon. The pleasure sparking in the magical part of his skull felt just as immediate and real as the pleasure from his cock, and the more his body moved, the better both of them felt. This space with Reagan was the only place he could truly let go and lose control, and Caius needed it.
The rest of the day had completely vanished from Reagan's mind. It was all so insignificant anyway, wasn't it? The only thing that truly mattered was Caius and the way they always came together like this, even when things felt rocky between them. If anything, their disagreements made them stronger. There were very few people in her life that Reagan would compromise with and she knew Caius had even less. She held him now, as he raced toward his own release, sharp cries escaping her with every thrust of his body. Her own pleasure continued to spiral, pulsing in a hypnotic rhythm. It was thrilling, knowing that no one else could ever give Caius this, that she was the only person in the entire universe who could make him feel this way. Their merging magic seemed to pool directly in her core, suddenly leaving Reagan breathless as another orgasm slammed into her, unexpected but certainly not unwelcome. For a moment there was nothing but a hazy, floating sensation as she tightened and throbbed around Caius's cock again.
Caius’s confidence in his importance to Reagan may have been a bit shaken in a magical context, but that wasn’t all he had to offer her, and he was having the same sorts of thoughts. This wasn’t something Reagan could do for herself, and Caius knew there was nobody else on the planet who could match him at making love to his wife. They knew every inch of each other, physical and otherwise, and they’d grown together so much over the years, no other partners could compete. Not that either of them were putting anybody to the test. He felt so connected to her, body and soul, and part of Caius wanted to hold back as long as possible so it wouldn’t end. That part was only in his brain though, the rest of him was engulfed in pleasure, straining for release. He felt Reagan come again, and it drove him right over his edge. Caius gasped and groaned as he drove his cock in deep a couple more times before his entire body shuddered with pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
There was something almost spiritual about feeling Caius spill his seed into her. It was more than just their bodies finding that temporary burst of pleasure together. It was Caius repeatedly claiming her as his own, and he was the only man she had ever known that she would willingly give herself to in that way. Her own body was still trembling from her own release but Reagan wrapped her arms around Caius, holding him close to her as they both regained their breathing. She didn't want him to pull back just yet, and her body continued to throb lightly around his cock. Reagan never wanted him to doubt her loyalty to him, and if this is what it took to reassure him, she would do it again and again and again. Feeling her magic begin to settle within her bones, Reagan brought her hands to Caius's face, cupping it to draw his mouth to hers to kiss him slow and deep.
He leaned into the embrace a bit as they caught their breath, his brain full of pleasant static. It was a relief not to think about anything, to just breathe with his wife while their bodies cooled a bit and their magic untangled and faded from the room. When Reagan kissed him, Caius made a soft sound against her mouth, kissing her back with deep feeling. He was still pushed up against her on the counter, his hands resting on her hips -- it probably wasn’t very comfortable, but they would be relocating soon. Caius wasn’t ready to pull away from her yet. He just kissed her and enjoyed the feel of her for a few minutes before giving a low hum in his throat. “I love you more than life itself,” Caius whispered to Reagan, his lips still close to hers. “I have your back, no matter what happens.” They were things she already knew, but Caius felt they bore repeating, especially after the tension from earlier.
Reagan exhaled softly and pressed her forehead gently to his. The relief she felt was a bit surprising because she hadn't really realized she had needed his assurance too. Reagan felt more confident in her abilities now than she ever had before, but she knew her hands were dirty now, bloody even, and that could change things if they weren't on the same page. But they were, because he had her back, and she had his, always. "I love you too," she murmured, her thumbs grazing lovingly against his cheeks. "More than anything. This is how it's meant to be, Caius. Just you and me." At the end of the day, they only needed each other. And with their combined power and abilities, no one would be able to stand in their way.
Caius could tell that she’d needed that, just as he’d needed her reassurance earlier. That was part of the beauty of their love, they always seemed to balance each other out. A perfect match. Caius couldn’t even dream up anyone better for him, and she was just growing and blossoming before his eyes. In spite of the anxiety he had around it, it was beautiful to see. “You and me, and our future,” he murmured, rubbing her back with his own thumbs. He knew they would have children one day, and Caius couldn’t wait to see their potential. Combining their bloodlines might be like mixing volatile chemicals together, but something incredible was going to come of it, he knew it deep in his bones. Caiud kissed her softly again, then rubbed their noses together. “Let’s get cleaned up and more comfortable. I want to massage you head to toe.”
Their future. It looked bright from where Reagan was standing. She knew Caius was having difficulty seeing the end game, but Reagan knew it was all going to work out in their favor. He was the only person she needed to have in her corner. Small disagreements like the one they'd had earlier wasn't enough to come between them. Hell, big disagreements had no real effect on their bond either. That's how Reagan knew they would come out of all of this stronger than ever. Caius's suggestion of a massage prompted Reagan to smile, her hands brushing gently through his hair. "That sounds heavenly," she said, more than ready to enjoy the rest of the evening with her husband.