She cries out and I catch the sound with my mouth, swallow it. The first stroke is halfway in, the second is to the hilt, the third drags a grunt out of me so loud it echoes inside the dome of my magic. She istakingit. Her nails in my shoulders, her thighs shaking around my hips, her cheek pressed into mine, her breath hot and fast at my ear.
“Jesus—fuck—Mara.” I pull back and drive again, harder.
She whimpers, and it nearly finishes me right there. I lock my hips and just hold, buried in her to the hilt, her walls already fluttering around me.
I brace one hand on the door beside her head and fuck up into her hard, grinding against her clit every stroke, the cheap wood creaking under our weight, the dome of magic humming. Her dress is bunched at her waist.
“I want to live in this pussy.” It falls out of my mouth before I’ve thought it. “I want tolivein here, Mara. I want to sleep in it. Want to fucking move in, set up a goddamn couch. I want to wake up with my face in it?—“
She makes a sound into my shoulder I’ve never heard before. A desperate little broken thing. Her tail tightens around me. She’s not talking. She’s climbing, the soft wet pull of her walls starting to stutter around my dick.
She breaks. Her whole body arches against the door and she comes with a lowohthat cracks at the end, her pussy locking down on me. Her claws go through my shirt and into my back, and that’s it for me. The finish hits me out of nowhere. My ballsare already pulling up. Her tail squeezes on my waist, the tassel strokes my face, and I’m?—
“Fuck—“ I grind out. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna?—“
I pull out.
I let her down with one arm, catch myself with the other against the door, and turn my hip away from her. My free hand flicks up and a folded cloth appears in my palm in a shimmer of blue-gold light. I fist it around my dick once and come into it, hard, my forehead pressed to the wood beside her head, my eyes screwed shut, my whole body wracking through three deep pulses that would have ended inside her if I hadn’t?—
I’m coming down. My magic is winding the cloth up and sending it somewhere. I teleported it, I think, before I even thought about it, the spell was muscle memory. And I’m breathing hard against the door. Then her fists hit my chest and everything stops.
“Aaron—“ She pounds against my chest again. “What, why did you, what did you just?—“
I blink. She’s furious, and her tail is lashing behind her, slapping against the door.
“Huh?” I manage, still coming down, my brain still offline. “Baby, what did I, what did I do?—“
“Why did you pull out.”
I blink at her, still fuzzy at the edges. “I, baby, I wasn’t, I didn’t want to make a mess of you, I wasn’t thinking?—“
Her face crumples. Her lips tremble, her eyes fill so fast they brim over the bottom lid. She fixes her dress fast, bends down and grabs her panties, steps back into them and pulls them up her hips. Then she turns her back to me. Her hand goes to the doorknob.
The door is locked. She pulls at it, frustrated.
“Wait, Mara, wait—” My hands come up and I’m tucking myself back into my pants one-handed. “Wait, what did I do, what, baby, talk to me?—”
She gets the door unlocked. My own magic peels back from the doorframe. She yanks the door open and she runs.
She runs out of the janitor’s closet and down the hall, and I can hear her crying.
I stand there with my pants half-buttoned. The smell of her all over me. The taste of her still in my mouth. My pulse banging in my throat. I cannot understand what I have done wrong. I snap my fingers and kill the quieting spell. The bulb is flickering again. Then my brain catches up and I think:she wanted me to finish inside her.
I yank my pants up the rest of the way, burst out of the closet into the hall, and she’s already gone, down the corridor. I can hear the sob at the end of her run. I don’t think. I just throw my hand out and pull a portal open right at her feet—blue-gold light, wide and fast and clumsy because I’m panicking. Her foot comes down through it in the visible slice, and she falls through with a shocked yelp.
I break into a run and leap into the portal, stepping sideways through the air from the end of the main corridor into the front room of our suite. The handful of students gawking at me in the hall get a glimpse of our kitchen.
“Nothing to see here.” I wave a hand at the closing portal. “Move along.”
I turn. Mara is on her feet in the middle of our living room, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She sees me and her eyes flash furious.
“Whatare you doing?—“
“Mara—“ I step forward with both hands up.
“I wanted to go for awalk,Aaron—“ She’s already moving past me.
“Mara, stop.” I catch her elbow and she yanks it away. “I have to know if I hurt you?—“
