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My moans become louder. Kreed groans and pulls a leg over his shoulder. I grab at his hair for balance. He shifts so his hand can grasp the back of my thigh, spreading me wide. He removes his hand from my pussy and pushes his fingers into me. Pumping slowly, massaging. My orgasm rips through me.
I almost slip but Kreek stands up and holds me up. He presses my back into the wall of the shower. He lifts me off my feet, draping a leg over each arm. He holds onto my ass. I can feel his cock pushing against my pussy. He slides it up and down creating tiny shockwaves that travel to my toes. I hold onto the back of his neck.
“You really are perfect, Kreed.” He kisses me reverently, his cock slips inside me. Pushing into me slowly, we both groan in unison. I run my hands through his hair. I pull his lips back to mine and kiss him as he slowly sinks in me, pushing in as far as he can before pulling out. I start to feel a tingle spread all over my body and warmth that isn’t coming from the shower. Then, I hear the hum.
Kreed and I look at each other at the same time. He stops moving, still buried in me. I smile softly at him and look around as the hum gets louder. My green mist starts to swirl around us. Then, sparks of fire and flurries of snow spin around us. Pink blossoms and gusty winds swirl all our magic together in a small tornado around us. A bright iridescent light sparkles within the whirlwind.
“You want this? There’s no going back S’rella.”
“Gods yes.” I grab his face and kiss him. Kreed starts pulling out of me to slam back in.
“Fuck. I have waited for you for so long Dana.” He kisses down my neck and bites me. He becomes rougher, wild. His arms spread me wider. I hold onto the back of his neck. My loud moans echoing off the tiled walls. Kreed buries his head into my neck. He groans and heavy breaths add to my mounting orgasm. I reach down and find my clit. I rub small tight circles. Kreed pushes me harder into the wall and stokes into me harder. I can feel my nipples tighten and I tighten around him when I reach my peak. I scream as my thighs reflexively tighten around Kreed. My fingers tangle in his hair and pull his head back, looking him in the eye. Showing him everything. He lets out a long deep groan as his hips stutter. I can feel the pulse of his cock in me. The humming stops and our magic disappears.
He turns us so he is leaning against the shower wall and he slides down. We both groan when the force of the stop pushes him deeper into me. Sending a pulse of euphoria through me.
“I have never in my life felt so much peace.” Kreed says as he pulls his arms from under my thighs. He runs his hands down my back.
“I feel a little more complete. I didn’t know I was missing something like this. You know?” I say and look him over. His eyes are glazed and he has a dopey smile on his face. My brows furrow when I see a green tint climbing up his left peck then up his neck and under his chin and behind his ear. I push his hair out of the way and the green darkens, and it looks like it climbs up under his hair. I lean back.
“What the fuck? Does our tether create a tattoo?” The design continues to darken until it's the same shade as my magic. The tattoo wraps around the hand print. Kreed looks down at his chest.
“No.” I stand up and rinse off really quick before jumping out of the shower. Kreed takes his time, washing his body. Nonchalant about a giant tattoo forming on his body. When he steps out my eyes are drawn to his chest. He dries off and steps in front of the mirror. He traces the depiction of smoke that makes up the tattoo. If I stare at it long enough. It looks like it’s slowly moving under his skin. “It’s your magic S’rella. I can feel it.”
“I can see that.” I say quietly. “It’s also moving, like it’s alive.” I trace the shadows up into his hairline.
“Get your scissors. I want to see the rest of it.” I stop and look at him.
“Are you sure? Your hair is beautiful.” I pull some strands over his shoulder. People pay lots of money for hair like this.
“Of course I’m sure. It’s just hair and I want to see how you marked me.” He says with a wink.
“Okay, give me a second.” I head to my room and unbury my clippers from the roller case. I really need to unpack. It would make life easier. When I find them I head back to his room. I stop to watch him for a moment. He’s tracing the smoke lightly with a smile on his face.
“Well, I’m glad you like it because I think it’s there forever.” I say as I walk into the bathroom. “You're going to need to kneel.” I have never clipped someone's hair in a towel but there’s a first for everything I guess. Kreed walks out of the bathroom to grab a chair. He comes back and sits in it backwards.
“Will this work?” He looks at me through the mirror.
“Yes but these,” I hold up the clippers, “aren’t going to work now that I think of it.” How could I not think of that? I set them on the counter. “Do you have a straight razor? I can use that and my scissors.”
“Top drawer there's a blade I use for shaving. Shave cream is in a tin.” I rummage through the drawer and pull what I need out. I pull a pair of scissors from the clipper bag and a comb.
“Okay. Let’s do this.” I brush through his hair seeing when the tattoo ends. It wraps up behind his ear all the way to the hair line at his temple. I separate the hair and clip it back. I take the scissors and cut through the length, cringing as I do. I know hair grows back but his hair is so pretty. I clip it back as far as I can, then grab the brush and shave cream. I spread it over his head and got to work shaving the side of his head.
Kreed is quiet the whole time. Not saying a word. Just watching intently. Trusting me to not fuck it up. It’s all dark green smoke. It moves slowly under his skin. Like it’s waiting. For what I don’t know. Is it usable? For him? Or is it protection? Decoration?
When I’m done, I place the blade on the sink and then undo the clips. I take his hair and plait a chunky braid along the center of his head. He is starting to look like a sexy ginger Viking.
“Could you shave the other side too?” I nod and get to work. When I have both sides shaved and the center braided nicely he gets up and looks closely in the mirror.
I realize I’m still in a towel. I throw it in the pile of other towels that will need to be washed. I head to Kreed’s closet to rummage through his shirts. I pull one over my head. I need to clean the hair up and find out where the laundry room is.
Oh gods. Do they have washers? I don’t want to scrub everything by hand. Maybe there’s a magical way? I turn around to ask Kreed but I find him leaning against the doorway. Watching me.
“We’re making a habit of meeting in the closet.” I say, walking towards him. With his hair braided down the back of his head and the sides shaved he really is a ginger Viking.
“Hmm, that we do.” He wraps his arms around my back. “I love my marking but yours is something to behold.”
My marking?
