Fragments of the Future

Fragments of the Future
Mara

Is it possible to die from an orgasm? 

It feels like it in this moment. 

I’m useless, practically floating in a different dimension as Thane sucks on my clit. It hurts now, with how sensitive I am. Nerion is tense beneath me, barely holding it together. 

I’ve come two more times with Nerion inside me and he has yet to fall apart. 

Weakly, I push Thane’s forehead. “Please, please, I can’t. No more.”

He only offers me a moan, sending vibrations down through my thighs. 

He lifts me one more time, but Nerion pushes him away. The giant vampire leans back onto his haunches, watching. 

Nerion wraps his arms around my waist, holding me down, keeping himself buried deep inside me. A low growl grows in his chest, coming out as he pulses inside me, filling me with stripes of his cum. 

I feel it warm and sticky, painting my walls. 

I close my eyes, thanking the universe for the breather. 

I don’t realize I’m humming, both in enlightened pleasure and ache. I let my head fall back, resting on Nerion’s shoulder. His fingers are buried in my head, softly massaging the back of my neck.

“You are exquisite, my light.”

I say nothing, just letting my head fall to side, inhaling the scent of his neck. 

My eyes are closed, only feeling Thane’s soft, hesitant touch on my thigh. He moves slowly, fingers gentle and careful as they pull Nerion’s cock from my pussy. 

Nerion moans in my ear just as the sound of light sucking reaches me. 

Oh god. 

I open my eyes, heat curling in the pit of my stomach as I watch Thane clean Nerion’s cock with his tongue. Why is that so hot? 

He looks up at me, his lips still around the head, and he smiles. He lets Nerion fall out of his mouth, keeping his eyes on me. 

He rises to his feet, the movement unhurried. His entire frame unfolds until he towers over me. I have to crane my neck to look at him. Fuck me, I forgot how big he is. Tall and wide, muscles rippling in his arms. 

My eyes drop to just below his waistline. I swallow, wondering just how big he is there. 

He looks down at me, clearly aware of where my attention has gone. In the moment, I’m certain he’s going to close the distance. That he’ll cup my face and lean down, and kiss me.

I want him to. I want to feel his lips against mine and taste myself, taste Nerion on his tongue. 

His gaze lingers for another second, as though he’s fighting the very same impulse. With a slow exhale, he inclines his head and turns away.

No kiss. No touch, not even a look back. Only the quiet sound of his footsteps as he walks toward the door. I stare after him, my chest strangely hollow. I hadn’t realized how badly
I’d wanted that single kiss until he chose not to give it.

My chest heaves with the painful breaths I take in. 

Wanting a man’s lips on me while another man’s cum drips out of me is not something I ever thought I’d experience. 

Nerion’s fingers tickling up my sides is what takes me out of my thoughts. He presses light kisses on my neck, letting them trail down my spine. 

I try to speak, try to say something, but all that comes out is a grumbled mess. 

Nerion chuckles against me, and much to my detriment, it makes my pussy clench with need. No. No. I can’t take more. Not right now. 

“Do you want to rest, or sit with me in the bath?”

I can’t even open my eyes right now, holding them closed from the last time I blinked. 

“Bed,” I whisper, the only word I can muster. 

He chuckles again, pressing a kiss to that sensitive part of my neck. My toes curl. 

“Nerion,” I moan. “Please.”

He’s already hard again, I can feel him nudging at my thighs. But he says nothing. 

His arms tighten around me, steady as he lifts me effortlessly against his chest. I let my head fall into the curve of his shoulder, breathing him over and over again as he carries me through the quiet house.

I don’t open my eyes until he stops, the sound of the door closing gently behind us. Though the room is dark, I know it’s his. It smells just like him. It takes a while for my vision to adjust to the light coming from the single window. 

He has no fire in here, no candles. 

He lowers me carefully onto the bed before climbing in beside me. The mattress dips beneath his weight. I reach for the blanket, my body craving warmth, but he pulls the fabric from my fingers before I can cover myself. 

I frown. “What—”

He rolls over me, offering me the warmth of his body, the comfort of his chest. I sigh, breathing in honey and moonlight. 

I am so completely satiated in this moment, content. The only thing missing it Kaelith. I wish he were here, laying on my other side, fingers on my skin, lips on my neck. 

I close my eyes at the vision. For one fragile moment, the world feels impossibly still.

Cold air crashes into me, Kaelith’s face disappearing from my mind. Darkness swallows everything, and like lightning, light flashes back in. 

I try to blink, try to open my eyes, but I feel as if I have no body, as if I have no say. I’m in a dark room, watching. 

Myself. 

It’s me that steps into my line of vision. At least it looks like me. Everything is blurred around the edges, softened like a memory half-forgotten. The colors bleed together. 

I watch myself stumble. One foot catches on uneven ground, my balance tipping forward. Before I can hit the ground, a hand catches my arm. 

The force of it pulls me upright instead of letting me fall.

My gaze lifts to a man standing there before me, but I can’t see his face. It’s blurred out and colorless. A blank space where his features ought to be, as though the vision itself refuses to let me see him.

His hand slides from my waist to the curve around me, possessively. 

My pulse pounds as I watch him draw me closer. I want to see him. I strain against whatever invisible force keeps me rooted outside the vision. I just want to see his face, but nothing clears. 

He lowers his forehead to mine, closing the distance between us. His lips meet mine with a certainty that steals the air from my lungs, and though I can’t feel the kiss itself, I feel everything wrapped around it.

He pulls away, his voice barely a whisper. “Mine.”

The word echoes through the vision like a bell, and then it all splinters, breaking apart like glass. 

I scream, reality rushing back into me. 

“Mara!”

Nerion’s hands hold my cheeks, lightly shaking me. I’m gasping for air, my body reacting to something my mind doesn’t quite understand yet. 

“Breathe, my light. Breathe for me.” He lowers one hand onto my chest, pressing it there to feel my heart hammer. 

My entire body jerks, not to get away from him, but to reset the nerves fraying at the ends. 

“What happened?”

I stare at him, unable to speak. He doesn’t push it, just looks at me. His violet eyes look like flowers this up close, each petal a different vibrancy. 

I lift trembling fingers to my lips, pressing them there as if I could still feel that stranger’s kiss. “I saw someone.”

Nerion’s expression changes, eyes widening. “Who?”

“I don’t know.” I shake my head helplessly. “I couldn’t see his face.”

“You’ve had your first vision,” he whispers, tucking my hair behind my ear. 

I frown, grabbing his waist. He’s moved, settled between my legs with my knees pressed into his sides. 

“They start like that, a bit fuzzy.”

I nod. “He was holding me, and he kissed me.”

Nerion blinks at me, frowning, eyes going blank as he thinks through my words.

“He called me...” I swallow hard. “...mine.”