Chapter 2-2
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He entered his room and closed the door. The sight of the pale, depressed man reflected in the mirror across from the door surprised him. No wonder his father worried. Cala’s appearance was haggard and desolate. At least his outer appearance matched what he felt inside.
“Where are you?” He whispered the question, not expecting an answer. “Are you calling out to me as I am to you?”
She had to be. This longing wasn’t his alone. It couldn’t be.
He skimmed his hand over the front of his pants and the bulge there, not wanting to masturbate but knowing he had to or else the erection wouldn’t diminish.
Loosing his arousal, he grasped it in a tight fist and pumped quickly. The act left him feeling empty and annoyed. Any of the women wandering the halls of Autumn Palace would gladly and eagerly help him expend his lust. The thought of one of them touching him only added to his annoyance.
He didn’t want any woman. He wanted his woman… on her knees, the way she’d been when he’d left her, staring at him with longing. If he had stayed, she would have taken him into her mouth. He knew that. He’d seen the way she licked her lips.
Imagining her soft, full lips around his shaft made his c**k harden more. He let his eyes sink closed and leaned his head back against the door as he indulged this fantasy. It would hurt to come back to reality once he finished, but for now, he indulged.
She would stare up at him with her head tilted to the side. A small smile would curve her lips as she trailed her fingers low over his belly and around the base of his c**k. He could imagine her teasing him, leaning in close, making him think she meant to kiss his hip but instead smoothing her cheek over his length.
Her lips would brush his tip—a tiny soft touch, a whisper of a caress—as she cupped his erection, steadying him. Cala’s breath caught. He imagined her passing her hot, wet tongue over his crown. Little licks that led to her sucking. Just the tip at first. Her tongue would tease the hole there, enticing him into coming. Tempting but he wanted to know what else she would do, so he held himself back.
His endurance would get a soft smile from her before she opened her lips and moved her head forward, ushering his length deeper into her mouth. Her slow movements would persist as she sucked him. His tip would touch her throat briefly before she retreated, swirling her tongue along his shaft. Letting his c**k leave her mouth completely, she would give his tip a kiss and then take him into her mouth once more.
The majority of her attention would be for his crown—licking it, sucking it, brushing her lips over it as she smiled up at him. With one hand, she would stroke his shaft in a firm grip while she massaged his balls with her other hand.
He wouldn’t be able to resist moving his hips. He wanted to go deeper, test her limits, see if she could swallow him. Only his desire to see what she would do to make him come would hold back his motions. Barely. He would touch her instead, brushing his hand over her cheek and sifting her many micro-braids through his fingers.
A gentle squeeze to his sac would set off his release. Cala grunted loud as he imagined jetting c*m into her open, waiting mouth. When he opened his eyes to see her savor his taste, she wasn’t there. His semen decorated the floor, and he was alone. He sighed.
A tiny thrill raced up his spine and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He looked around for the cause of the sensation. A tiny hint of vanilla wafted past his nose.
It couldn’t be.
“Where are you? Answer me!” He yelled the words, reaching out with his magic along the thin connection.
A faint ghost of an image appeared in his mirror. He raced across the room. Planting his hands on the surface, he stared at the girl whose name he desperately wanted to know so he could bring her to him. “Please wake! Please!”
He banged his fist on the glass, hoping the sound woke her and keeping his strength in check so he didn’t break it. “Your name. I need to know your name. I am Calach—”
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Vivian jerked awake, sitting upright quickly. Her entire body shook with pent up energy. The dark room took a moment to look familiar to her. The dorm. She was in her dorm room staring at the mirror atop the vanity that sat across from her bed.
“Viv?”
She turned her gaze to Bethany, who watched Vivian with wide, spooked eyes. “Bethany? What’s wrong?”
“I should ask you that. You were moaning in your sleep like you were trying to say something. I thought you were having a nightmare.”
“You woke me up?” The question came out as an accusation.
“Yes. I’m sorry. Was it not a nightmare?”
Hot tears sprang to Vivian’s eyes. She had seen him. Heard him. The Lord of Pumpkins who wasn’t really. The dream had felt so real she knew it had to be genuine. Vivian had been listening to a conversation about her between Cala and his father. No matter how much she’d tried to call out to him, to make him look her way, her voice hadn’t worked.
When he’d finally realized she was there, Bethany had woken Vivian from the dream. The connection was lost. Cold crept over her. Hugging her arms didn’t help ward it away.
“Viv?”
She glanced at her nightstand clock and then sighed. “We have early morning classes. Let’s get back to sleep.”
“Um. Okay. Goodnight.” Bethany returned to her bed. A few seconds later, her soft snoring filled the silence.
Vivian threw herself onto her pillow, pressing her eyes against it to soak up her tears. What was she supposed to do? If Cala’s powers were waning, did that mean they would have to wait a year to be reunited? If they could be reunited?
She didn’t want to think about it. It hurt too much. She needed him, ached for him. At least now she knew he felt the same. Maybe that was enough. The magic had connected them once. Thanksgiving was coming up. That was an important autumn holiday.
The hope that Thanksgiving held enough power to connect them again lulled Vivian into a restless sleep. Patience. They would be together soon.
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