Guardian of My Soul (12 page)

The chair called for the vote and meekly Bonita raised her
hand and said “Aye” with the majority of other witches and wizards collected to
support the motion. In her mind, however, she already had concocted two
different plots to change the momentum of her own searches. She had plenty of
contacts and hundreds of other avenues to seek out such items on her own.

Indeed, it would in some ways make her life easier. No
longer would she have to so craftily conceal her true self around the other
members of the Tribunal. Instead of using this group of elders to discover new
items for her own personal use she could seek in earnest and far more secrecy
in her own time.

She wanted that soul-binding ritual, however. Since hearing
about it she’d been clenching her jaw hard, biting down on the instinct to leap
into action after it. She ached from having to restrain herself. She wanted to
possess that ritual. It would be a powerful weapon, a potent tool to add to her
arsenal of magics.

Knowing it would be the ultimate of foolishness to press any
harder—Morgan might be a do-gooder and a protective crusader for goodness and
light, but he was no fool—Bonita waited impatiently for a chance to escape and
make a few phone calls. With a step up on the black market she knew if she
pulled just the right string she could get a few names and numbers, maybe even
a real line onto where this ritual might be. She knew for a fact Morgan only
had a couple of contacts into the immensely dark underworld and so it hopefully
would not be too difficult for her to track a lead down.

Her mouth watered as she thought of all the things she could
do and achieve with such a spell. Now she knew about its existence, nothing
could stop her.

Bonita tapped her fingers together discreetly down in her
lap where no one could notice it. She could hardly wait to get her hands on the
spell. With her face outwardly calm and collected she silently counted the
moments until she could race out and make a few phone calls. She loved nothing
better than tracking down an obscure element of the darkness that consumed her.
This one sounded better than many.

Time couldn’t move fast enough for her.

“Do you think they’ll come tonight?” Sally asked Kyle as he
stood beside the window of the cabin. The sheer drapes were down but the
thicker curtains were pulled back. In the early twilight there was still enough
light to see by but Sally knew in a matter of half an hour or so they would
have to close the curtains and turn on the lamps inside.

She felt jittery, on edge. Missions always were like this
for her, truth be known. Generally they consisted of hours of waiting or
planning and then moments of rushed clarity and adrenaline-fueled action. She
loved it, lived and breathed for it. But that didn’t mean she ever got used to
it or could control the rush beforehand.

“If the traitor doesn’t come tonight it will be early
tomorrow morning,” Kyle replied without turning his head. Even from behind
Sally could tell his gaze roamed around the grounds outside, his mind tuned to
the small slivers of magically enhanced mirrors he had placed strategically
when they had arrived.

Sally sat on the edge of the bed on the other side of the
large cabin area. She passed a minute or more contemplating the scenario from
the traitor’s perspective.

“If I were in their shoes,” she spoke slowly as her mind
calculated the different possibilities, “I’d wait either until mid tomorrow
morning when we are both exhausted and our attention has wandered, or I would
attack very late tonight, when we will be dopey and only partially aware of our
surroundings, fighting the urge to sleep.”

Kyle nodded briskly and turned to face her.

“I agree,” he said simply. Sally watched as he crossed his
arms over his chest and leaned back into the large window sill. Her heart went
out to him as she saw the signs of tiredness and strain that would be invisible
to anyone other than her.

She stood from the bed and crossed over to where he stood.
Her feet were bare and silent on the smoothly polished wooden floorboards.
Sally cupped a hand to Kyle’s jaw and drew his face down to hers. Sweetly, she
kissed him, desperate to somehow rub those markings of physical and mental
strain away from his face.

Kyle was never anything but absolutely perfect to her eyes,
strong, unceasing in his work and quest to make the world a better place. He
was a hero many times over and nothing he ever said, did or suggested could
make her think otherwise.

“They will be at least an hour, probably two or more behind
us,” Sally said in a soft tone, forcing herself to keep the wanton suggestion
out of her words. “It will take them time to discover who we are and then to
actually drive up here. The traitor can only just be leaving the Tribunal
meeting soon, possibly not even yet at all. Come lie down with me, Kyle. Let me
make love to you.”

Kyle groaned and deepened the kiss. Their tongues tangled as
their hands glided smoothly over clothed flesh. Eagerly but without the urgency
that had been present earlier in the morning they stripped each other bare,
relishing every inch of uncovered skin and muscle.

Unable to help herself Sally peppered a string of kisses
down Kyle’s naked chest as his shirt fell unheeded to the floor. Her tongue
traced the rigid line of his muscled as she tasted the texture of his skin and
enjoyed the way he relaxed beneath her touch. She kissed him randomly, barely
even noticing his scars which only ever proved his strength and power to her.

Kyle shivered under her touch and his hands buried
themselves in her hair, urging her on. Sally bent lower, her fingers tracing
hungrily over the smooth plane of his flat stomach, the definition of his
six-pack arousing her further. She could feel her body heat as his gentle but
rough-skinned fingers traced down the sensitive length of her spine.

“Sal,” Kyle murmured huskily, his cock fiercely aroused.
Sally moved her head to the side, purposely avoiding the large tip and the
muskily scented pre-cum already leaking from his slit. She wanted to take her
time with him now, wanted them both to indulge themselves and give in to every
wanton desire they had each repressed for years.

Her hands cupped either side of his slender waist. His flesh
felt warm and soft beneath her palms. She angled him forward so she could
scrape the blunt edges of her fingernails over the sensitive skin, arousing him
further as she got her own tingling sensation as the very first twinge of his
magic reached out powerfully to her. Sally gasped, her back arching as pleasure
rolled through her.

“Our attraction is so potent,” Kyle groaned, clearly fully
aroused now. “I’m not sure how long I can hold out for, love.”

Suitably warned, Sally stood but didn’t release her hold on
Kyle. She took his hands in hers, linked their fingers and lifted her chin so
they could kiss deeply. The drugging sensuality of their intimacy washed over
her and Sally had a difficult time remembering to breathe.

After a long moment she pulled back, her eyes fluttered open
slowly, all of her movements now hampered by the thick pumping of her blood as
arousal seeped into her every pore. With a naughty smile, Sally silently led
Kyle back to the large bed. With only her body language and gestures, she urged
him to lie down on his back, magnificently naked and splendidly erect.

Hungrily, Sally knelt on the mattress between Kyle’s legs.
With a gentle touch she stroked his thickly muscled upper thigh, up to the
crease of skin at the juncture of his pelvis and leg. Dipping her head low, she
licked the hair-prickled skin around his scrotum, surprised to find the skin of
his balls extremely thin, sensitive and soft.

Kyle groaned deeply, clearly giving her permission to lead
them both in this and do anything she wished. Thrilled with the power, Sally
traced her tongue all over his sac, eager to explore this most intimate and
secretive part of her lover’s body. She sucked as much of him as she could
within her mouth and laved her tongue over the skin. Kyle groaned again and
this time his hips canted up off the mattress as he sought to press himself
deeper inside her.

“Circe, Sally, that feels unbelievable,” he moaned, his
voice husky. Sally traced her fingers up over the crease of his inner thigh
until she managed to circle her fingers around the base of his erect thickness.
His cock was warm, firm, the skin around it soft and incredibly sensitive. She
could feel the faint twitches of his reactions to her simplest stroke as his
muscles spasmed in reaction.

The heady thrill of power had her feeling light headed. Her
breath came in short, sharp pants and she caressed him unimaginably intimately
with her tongue. The deep groan that emanated from Kyle’s chest mimicked the
mental moan she could not release, with her mouth full of his sac.

Slowly she opened her mouth and released him, not wanting to
jolt his delicate balls. With warm, open-mouthed kissed she slowly licked her
way up and around the root of his cock. His skin smelled musky, his elemental
essence intoxicating to her.

Sally let the edge of her teeth very lightly grazed up and
down his long length, his shaft rigid but emanating warmth like a furnace. When
she found his thick vein running the length of his cock she let her tongue
press down over it, ran along its pathway. Kyle’s thighs shook and Sally
wondered if it was from him repressing the urge to force her to move faster, or
whether he merely struggled to contain his excitement.

Not wanting to lift her head and waste time asking, she
continued until she reached the tip of his cock head. His juices leaked down
from the bulbous head and eagerly she lapped them up with her tongue.

“Holy Circe,” Kyle shouted out and his hips pistoned upward
at her intimate caress. Even though he regained control of himself almost
immediately Sally had felt his head press through her lips and into the warmth
of her mouth.

She was not a virgin, she had experienced a small number of
lovers over the years. Between her own inner demons, the demands of her work
and training and the short time of her brief flings she had never spent much
time giving fellatio. In this instance her experience was extremely short and
never had she been given the freedom or control long enough to have a more than
perfunctory knowledge of this particular act of sex.

The thrill that ran through her when Kyle thrust himself
into her mouth almost electrified her. A small spark of her magic surged free,
tingling in the air between herself and Kyle. Sally continued to lick around
the tip of his head, but she lifted her eyes to find Kyle had raised himself
onto his elbows and stared at her like a man possessed by such a fierce wave of
lust and love he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“That turned you on almost as much as it did me,” he
commented hoarsely, his voice nearly lost from the level of his desire. Sally
pulled her mouth up, licked her suddenly dry lips and met his hot gaze. Kyle’s
passion seared through her and Sally felt herself growing extremely damp as her
own levels of arousal ratcheted up another few notches.

“We’ve both always been so busy,” she tried to explain
hesitantly. “My intimacies have always been rushed, hectic affairs. A short,
brief release caught between far too short downtimes. Feeling you thrust into
me like that…I’ve heard the term of having your mouth fucked, but I never
realized it could be so passionate, so…raw. Elemental.”

Kyle reached for her and eagerly Sally moved into his
embrace. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, clinging to his body as if he
were the only rock in her world. Kyle’s lips found hers and they kissed each
other deeply, tongues twining as they tasted each other hungrily. When he
pulled back Sally wobbled slightly, lack of oxygen making her lightheaded
again.

“We have forever,” he insisted softly, “and I can promise
you, I want to experience everything and more with you. For now, love, take
anything you want. There is nothing you could do to me that I couldn’t enjoy or
join you in. I trust you, with my heart, my soul and most especially my body.”

Reluctant to leave his mouth, Sally kissed her partner one
more time, her hands cupping his jaw as she melted into him, her body pressed
fully along the line of his. She wished she could crawl up inside him, meld
their spirits and souls until they were literally one person and not two. She
craved him with a passion that almost overwhelmed her, that was fearful in its
intensity.

Finally she broke apart from him and lowered her body back
down the mattress until her mouth once again was level with his highly aroused
cock. Tentively at first she recaptured the moment once again as she grazed her
teeth up and down his length. Making sure her touch was light, she stimulated
Kyle and didn’t let her teeth do more than lightly press against his sensitive
skin.

As her own breathing increased in pace, her excitement
climbed until her pussy burned with the need to be fulfilled. With one hand she
circled his base, but the other lowered to her clit and lightly she caressed
herself, deepening her own pleasure and arousal. Kyle, obviously noticing this
cupped her jaw and slowly stroked his own fingers against her skin, unable to
reach her clit from his current position.

Sally opened her mouth wide and swallowed around the head of
Kyle’s thick cock. After only taking a couple of inches inside her mouth she
already felt full, deliciously penetrated by him. Kyle rumbled a happy growl
that struck Sally as a purely, essentially masculine sound of approval.

When she flicked here tongue curiously out to stroke against
his exposed tip, he moaned and levered his hips up off the bed. This caused
her
groan in approval and her thighs shifted restlessly together, her pussy
creaming copiously in her excitement. Kyle thrust shallowly into her mouth,
evidently and obviously restraining himself. As Sally’s arousal climbed higher
and her desire to truly experience being fucked as deeply as she could manage,
she released her hold around his shaft and let her hand fall to his waist.

Eagerly she prompted Kyle, tugging his hips into a faster
pace as she stroked her clit faster and with more pressure. Kyle didn’t
hesitate but complied immediately. He thrust still shallowly, but with greater
speed into her mouth. Panting hard for breath, Sally tweaked her clit with
growing force as Kyle fucked her mouth. Her hand shifted once again from his
hip across to his shaft so she could stroke and then fist the remaining length
she simply could not fit within her. Kyle’s hands now both cupped her jaw, his
fingers caressing across her cheek as he lifted himself with increasing speed
and depth, pumping his cock into her mouth and throat.

Desire unfurled inside her and blossomed within her chest.
Sally could feel her magic arch through her body, making her nipples tight, her
clit unbearably sensitive and her pussy tingle with the hungry need to be
filled and fucked. She moaned as her magic rose within her. When Kyle’s magical
essence reached out to her and they connected, sparks flew, literally.

They both gasped, though Sally’s was muffled as Kyle’s cock
continued to thrust within her. Sally could feel her body tighten, her climax
rushing close to the surface. Her magic grew and she could see multicolored
sparks begin to fill the small cabin as they both connected on a level Sally
hadn’t even known was possible.

“My love, I need you,” Kyle groaned deeply, his voice so
thick his word were almost impossible to comprehend. “I need to feel your walls
close around me, I don’t want to come in your mouth like this.”

When understanding dawned upon her Sally nodded, though at
first she was reluctant to release him. The need to feel him within her body,
to feel their climax peak together while she could kiss his lips, have his arms
around her and their bodies pressed flush together in that moment of ecstasy
won out her initial concern.

Sally lifted her head, crawled up along Kyle’s lean length
and she couldn’t help but giggle as he wrapped his arms tightly around her and
flipped them both over on the bed. With infinite tenderness he spread her legs
widely open with the palms of his hands, lifted her legs up and she reached
down to help guide him deeply inside her.