Major Arcana

Strength - Chapter 8

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Arcana inhales sharply. 'Oh god, his lips are on my ear'. She has an unctronable urge to push her ear into his mouth. Letting his tongue slightly touch her ear as he nibbles it, Oh-So-Gently, she lets out a soft moan. He's kissing the sweet spot underneath her earlobe. Shivers go down her spine, "oh, God." Phastmos smiles against her trembling skin. "Close, baby.. Just your lover." Kissing the soft spot underneath her earlobe, he opens his mouth and slides out his wet tongue. Arcana closes her eyes, she can hear how wet his tongue sounds. Phantasmos licks the soft spot underneath her earlobe and settles on the perfect spot to suck slowly. Arcana is floating in the night sky. Phantasmos shifts his position so he now has one hand on her neck, and is gripping Arcana's waist with his other hand. Slowly laying her down on her back, he starts sucking on her neck harder. Arcana is in the middle of a Nebula, looking at the stars all around her. "Mmmm, aghh." she mutters under her breath.

Phantasmos stops sucking her neck and grazes his nose along her neckline, inhaling deeply, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to be with you again." With delicate precision, he lifts her neck, and settles on a second spot and begins his slow torture once again. Gripping his nails into her neck, he pushes against her skin with his mouth. Hungry, he couldn't get enough of her. Letting go of her waist, he slides his hand up her T-shirt, feeling her warm sweating skin against his finger tips. Arcana slowly arches her back. "Tell me what I am" she manages to say in a ragged breath as he slides his hands up her stomach, making his way towards her breast, cupping one, and squeezing it, making sure to dig his finger nails in as he massages her breast. 'Why is everything so intense?' her mind is clouded. She can't think and she can't stop seeing stars. Her breath quickens. She's pulling him closer to her.

Phantasmos lets go of her neck, and with that same hand, reaches down her legs to part them. He runs his hand along her thigh and rubs it, making his way towards her panties. Through the thin fabric of her panties, he could feel how damp she'd gotten. "Mmm, you're ready for me baby" he murmured against her neck, "I can feel how warm and wet it is down here". The thick bulge in Phantamos' crisp white pants becomes noticeable.. along with a sticky wet spot on his bulge, against her leg as he slowly grinds into her. Releasing her neck from his mouth, he kisses her. Arcana pulled his face closer to hers, and she could feel his tongue trying to access the inside of her mouth. She opens her mouth, granting him the permission he desires with his tongue. Phantasmos groans into her mouth, devouring every lick of her tongue.

With his fingers outside of her damp, warm panties, he fingers the lining of it, teasing her. He moves his hand to cup her entire pubix, and she bucks into his hand, making his hand press down on her warm panties. Arcana whimpers and he can tell she wants more. "Shh, Soon, baby. We gotta ease into this again." With his fingers still staying outside of her panties, he circled where her c**t would be and pressed down lightly. Arcana bites his lip in response, making him hiss in delight. He breaks away from her kiss and gazes into Arcana's eyes. His pastel lavender eyes glowing with lust and desire for the only other being he has ever cared for in this universe. "You're my Nebula." Arcana gazes back with her pastel purple eyes, glowing with a passion she'd never felt before. She feels an ache in her chest. Tears are welling up in her eyes and she whispers "What happened to me?"

With an agonizing expression, he ignored her question. He kisses her again. All she wants is to be enveloped in and around him. Trying to keep her composure to get the answers she wants, she pushes him off of her and sits up. As she does, her phone rings from the balcony. She looks at him, trying to catch her breath and placing a hand over her aching heart. Even though she is disappointed, she's grateful for the interruption. "I should get that, it might be important." She stands up and makes her way to the balcony. She looks back and Phantasmos is still sitting on the floor wiping away at his eyes. 'Is he... crying?' she shakes the idea from her mind, unsure of why he would be crying. She picks up her phone from the table on the balcony and notices she has a few missed calls. One from her boss, another one from Ama, and 2 from Devon.

She checks the time on her cellphone, and it's a little past 11:30AM. She'd somehow already gotten used to the weird time shift. Taking a deep breath, she looks out onto the city and can see people walking about, taxis beeping at each other, buses honking, traffic lights changing, and even a few cats hopping from one building ledge to another. Her phone rings and she looks down, it's Devon. 'Sh*t' she thought. 'What does he want?' She accepts the call, 'Hey, Devon.'. "Ugh, FINALLY. Did you fall asleep? I thought I was gonna come by last night. I had plans to f*ck you." Cringing, Arcana rubs her face, trying to recall what her morning had just been like. "Yeah, sorry, I fell asleep. My phone was on silent." "Well, what're you doing? I wanna come by now." Remembering how Phantasmos had a fit about Devon's relationship with her, she was worried he might actually do something to Devon if he came by now.

"Hey, I don't think that's a good idea right now, I'll just see you at work tomorrow." Devon tries to persuade her, "Wait, Arcana, What the fuc-", before he can finish his sentence, she hangs up the phone and closes her eyes. 'Disaster averted'. She puts her phone back down on the table and walks back into the kitchen hoping to finally get some answers from Phantasmos. To her surprise, he wasn't sitting on the floor. She looks around the kitchen and he's nowhere in sight. She checks the bathroom and her bedroom. "Phantasmos?" she calls out. She sits on her bed feeling an ache in her chest again. "Phantasmos" she calls out softly, more so to herself, as tears fall down her face. She wipes away her tears, yawns, and closes her eyes and falls asleep on her bed dreaming. This time, no falling comets.