Chapter 66 Unraveled
As Klishei watched Yeseus prepare for his usual rounds around the perimeter, she quickly averted her gaze. Any more and she will cry.
Klishei knew. She was not a fool.
Jaden and the Cosmic Warriors were already here. For three nights straight, Yeseus had been battling them.
And she all discovered this when she saw Yeseus’ blood-stained clothes three nights ago. She observed, only to find out that the reason why she was unaware that a battle was happening overnight was because Yeseus had amplified the barrier.
He did not want her to know that he was borrowing power from her. No wonder he felt distant. He did not want her to feel that he was using her body.
But tonight, she could no longer take it. She wanted to be useful.
Minutes crawled by, each one stretching into an eternity. Then, a faint click, the soft sound of the door latch. The air in the room shifted, growing heavier, charged with a familiar, potent energy. He was back.
Yeseus moved silently, a shadow against the muted moonlight. She heard the soft rustle of his clothes. She could smell blood amidst his newly-bathed body. He was injured.
The bed dipped. He slid in beside her, his body radiating a cold dampness, a stark contrast to the warmth she craved. He lay still for a moment, his breathing ragged, the harsh intake of air echoing in the quiet room.
“Klishei?” His voice, a low rasp, cut through the darkness. “Why are you still awake?”
She didn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t. The lie formed on her tongue, a bittersweet offering.
“I was waiting for you,” she whispered, her voice thick with feigned sleepiness, with genuine longing. She turned, her arm reaching out, her fingers brushing against his cold, clammy skin. She felt the tremor that ran through him, the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. She ignored the subtle shift in his weight that told her his side was likely bruised. She focused only on the desperate need that pulsed between them.
“I missed you,” she breathed, her hand finding his face, her thumb tracing the sharp line of his jaw.
He stiffened.
“Klishei,” he murmured, his voice a raw, broken sound. He pulled back slightly, his hand finding hers, his fingers intertwining. “I’m… I’m not well.”
“I know,” she whispered, her fingers tightening around him. “But I don’t care.” She shifted, straddling his lap, her bare skin meeting the rough fabric of his trousers.
He gasped, his eyes, even in the darkness, blazing with a sudden, fierce blue light. “Klishei, you don’t understand. I just… I’m not thinking clearly.”
“Good,” she replied, her voice husky, her lips brushing his. “Don’t think. Just feel.” She leaned down, her mouth finding his, kissing him with a desperate hunger, pouring all her fear, her guilt, her fierce resolve into the act. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, tasting him, claiming him, seeking to erase every trace of battle, every hint of decay, replacing it with the potent, healing essence of her Phoenix.
He responded with ferocity, his hands, rough and calloused, gripping her hips, pulling her flush against his hardness. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest. He kissed her back, deeply, hungrily, his tongue tangling with hers, a desperate dance of affirmation and surrender.
She broke the kiss, gasping for air, her lips swollen and tingling. Her hands moved with a frantic urgency, tearing at the buttons of his tunic, desperate to free him from the confines of his clothes.
“Klishei,” he groaned, his voice strained, his hips beginning to buck beneath her. “You’re so warm.”
He shuddered, his body arching, his hands fumbling with the waistband of his trousers. She helped, her fingers clumsy with urgency, until the rough fabric slid down his hips, revealing his thick, rigid cock, jutting out, swollen and glistening in the moonlight.
She gasped, her eyes devouring him, then she took him in her hand, her fingers closing around his pulsing length. He was so warm, so hard, so utterly hers. She guided him, her eyes locking with his, a silent question passing between them. He nodded, his blue eyes blazing with a hunger that mirrored her own, a desperate plea for the sustenance she offered.
Slowly, she lowered her mouth.
He let out the strongest groan that she ever heard him make.
“Klishei–ah!”
She sucked him hard.
“Klishei, any more and I will make your mouth dirty,” he warned. Klishei took it as a sign to continue sucking.
Within seconds, she felt his release on the roof of her mouth. He attempted to pull out but Klishei held on. He released a lot, his juices dripping from the corners of her mouth.
“You…” He was still gasping.
The next hours were just a mix of the sound of the bed creaking and their moans. They were alone. There was no reason to not scream.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure.
Yeseus’s eyes snapped open, blazing with an answering hunger. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her down onto him, grinding her against him with a powerful, desperate urgency. He thrust harder, faster, meeting her, driving her deeper into the precipice of her release.
Her body convulsed, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over her. Her back arched, her nails digging into his shoulders, her scream muffled against his neck. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him dry, her juices flowing hot and fast between them.
He groaned, a deep, primal sound, as her orgasm swept through her, pulling him along in its wake. He thrust one last time, a powerful, shuddering movement, and then emptied himself deep inside her, his hot cum filling her, a warm, pulsing testament to their shared release. He collapsed onto her, his body heavy and spent, his breath ragged against her ear.
They lay tangled, slick with sweat and cum, their hearts thundering in unison. Klishei felt utterly drained, yet completely sated, the unwanted chill of Jaden’s presence utterly banished, replaced by the warmth of Yeseus’s healing embrace. She buried her face in Yeseus’s neck, inhaling his wild, earthy scent, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her chest. This was home. This was real. This was their truth.
She felt the subtle shift in his body, the way the tremors receded, the raggedness of his breath smoothing into a deep, even rhythm. The cold dampness had given way to a radiating warmth, a vibrant energy she could almost taste. He was healing. He was replenishing. And she was the source.
Yeseus stirred, his hand finding her cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. His blue eyes, now clear and vibrant, met hers in the dim moonlight. A slow, gentle smile spread across his lips, a smile of profound contentment.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice deep and resonant, no longer raspy. “I feel… alive.”
Klishei resolved to keep him alive forever.