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It has been a while since the last time I saw Muriel.
After Vesuvia was reconquered by the people, there was still a lot of work to do, even with Lucio off our backs.
We haven’t seen each other that often, except for a few times when we had the opportunity to meet during or after work, and were able to spend a few afternoons and nights together. But it never lasts long, we’re always needed somewhere else. It’s been about a week now since I’ve last seen him.
Muriel’s been helping people find their belongings, rebuild their houses, or find new places to live, as well as restoring the forest’s energy. He’s working hard, and seems to be having way less trouble dealing with people than before. I’m proud of him.
Me and Asra are helping Nadia with whatever’s needed the most, magic involved or not. It’s nice to spend more time with them without having to worry for each other’s safety so much. But I wished that, after all we’ve been through, me and Muriel would be able to spend some quality time together, and enjoy eachother’s company without worrying about Lucio, or fighting or… anything really. He worries a lot. I just know that he’s walking around with his shoulders tensed up, and his back all hunched down. He needs to relax a bit.
… I need to relax a bit.
Besides, I miss him. I can’t stop thinking about the time he dragged me by my hand into the forest just to confess his feelings to me. I can’t forget the look on his face. The absolute adoration in his eyes as he told me he loved me. And when we finally got to be alone for the night in our tent, that night- Well, it’s hard to focus on my work with those images in my head. Just thinking back on these moments make me feel dizzy, makes my heart beat faster, and butterflies flutter in my stomach.
I was just finishing cleansing a few parts of the palace that required a spiritual cleaning, after being consumed by Lucio’s goat-ghost-form energy for so long, when Portia came in looking for me.
-There you are! - She looked around a bit, then closed her eyes and smiled. - Wow.. The room feels lighter already. Are you finished with this one?
I took a second to snap out of my daydream about kissing Muriel as soon as I saw him.
I nod in affirmation as soon as I do, smiling back at her.
- Well, Milady would like to see you now then. - And made a motion for me to follow after her.
After glancing around the room a bit, I feel satisfied with my work, and leave after her.
Nadia’s talking to Asra in the garden, near the fountain, Julian seems to be distracted, looking into the fountain. They wave at us as we approach.
Asra wraps an arm around my shoulders as I arrive, and Nadia comes to greet me with a smile, as Portia stands beside her. Julian gets up and quickly approaches the group with a genuine smile.
-Working hard, Magician? - Asra teases.
-Unlike you!! - I tease back, nudging his ribs with my elbow. To which he pretends to be hurt, laughing through a frown.
- My dear, I believe your work here is done for today, you may take a rest. - Nadia says, her kind eyes looking into mine.
My heart skips a beat, excited to finally have a breather. But I try my best to mask my contentment.
-Are you sure?? There’s still so much to do around… everywhere really! I can stay, you know? It 's not dark yet..
But Nadia raises a hand in front of our faces.
-I will not hear another word. I appreciate your tremendous effort, as well as Asra’s and Portia’s of course. - Julian makes a fake coughing sound. - And yours too Julian. Although I’m not sure how fishing for coins in the fountain could be of urgence… - He makes an offended flourish. - But I believe we should all take our deserved breaks eventually.
- Your magic is strong, but it also drains a lot of energy from you! - Asra complements.
I stand in silence for a moment, looking from one of them to another. I can’t hide the smile forming in my lips.
-Alriiiiiight. - I say, in a joking tone, clapping my hands. - Ugh it’s gonna be sooo hard to not work. I’ll struggle to take a nap. Can’t wait to get back to work tomorrow. - I walk clownishly away from them.
They laugh in amusement, and Portia snorts.
-Yeah, yeah! See ya tomorrow! Catch those “z”s! - Julian screams as I walk off.
I wave goodbye, heading towards the palace, with the intent to leave and go to the shop. But I stop in my tracks. I got some free time… I got some free time!
My heart races instantly.
Muriel.
I flip around quickly, practically running past the group again.
-Forgot something? - Asra says through a smile, eyeing me up and down, and lifting an eyebrow. Him and Julian look at each other in mutual comprehension.
-Just taking the scenic route, you know how it is. Being in the palace for so long, I just need some fresh air. - I try to act as natural as possible, but he knows me too well.
He smirks knowingly.
-Say hi to Muriel for me! - He shouts, as I sprint, taking some seconds to turn around and flip him off jokingly, as I head into the forest.
As I walk into the denser part of the forest, I’m forced to slow down, as the roots get in the way of my steps, and branches and the vines impair my vision. But my feet know the way by themselves, I could swear I’d be able to get there with my eyes closed. It’s like the forest guides me where I need to go.
On my way, my chest is flooded with warmth, imagining how nice it will feel to hold Muriel in my arms, and how soft his lips will feel pressed against mine. I want to be swept off my feet by him, and to never come back down. An intense feeling forms in my heart and my stomach, and I advance more quickly.
Finally I arrived at the hut. I look up and crack a smile upon seeing that a trail of smoke is coming out of the chimney. He’s home. Or at least not too far away.
I walk slowly, trying not to make any noise, I want to surprise him.
I knock on his door, my heart pounding in my chest.
Silence… For a moment I think he’s not there, and motion to open the door myself. But it creaks open a bit, Muriel’s eyes peering through the small breach. When he sees me, he pushes the door open completely. His expression changing immediately.
For a second I catch the sight of him. He’s not wearing the ball gown anymore, although he grew to love it as much as I do, it was too complicated to put on, a bit hard to move in, and also “too nice to get it all dirty and sweaty” - in his own words. He now wore a nicer, newer version of his previous pants and boots, and a comfortable cotton shirt, made specifically to accommodate him by Nadia’s most skilled artisans. There were no belts covering his torso, that was in the past, although he did wear a beautiful black leather belt over his pants, around his hips.
I can’t help but laugh and immediately jump at him, with my arms extended out. He leans forward eagerly, pulling me close. He rests his face on the crease of my shoulder, as I wrap my arms around his neck, letting out a delighted sight.
He lifts me up, without parting from the hug, bringing me above his eye level. I laugh as I pull my face away from his, looking into his eyes fondly.
-What are you doing here? - His voice was tender, as well as his gaze, still his words were blunt, he hadn’t changed that much after all. He’s still my Muriel.
- I missed you. - I say through a laugh, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. His hair is not braided or tidy, it’s similar to when we met, all messy and loose. I kinda like it...
He presses the softest kiss on the corner of my mouth.
- I missed you too. - He leans in for another kiss on the other side of my face, then continues. - I’m glad you’re here.
His low voice makes my stomach turn with excitement. I might be the luckiest person on earth.
I sigh deeply, pulling his face towards mine, pressing my lips against his. He holds me tighter, matching my intensity in the kiss, as it becomes deeper. Soon he parts his lips, and I explore his mouth with my tongue.
Lately he’s been less hesitant, more confident. But still, he always lets me take the lead, unless he’s asked to do otherwise.
I suck on the corner of his mouth as we pull away, and leave small kisses over his face. and on the scar above his jaw. Muriel closes his eyes, and melts under my touch, walking back a few steps to lean against the door, closing it, still holding me tight.
As usual, It’s warm and cozy inside the hut. Inanna is nowhere to be seen, but a few tufts of her black fur are lying around on the ground and near the fireplace, which burns slowly, emanating a dim warm light.
- Muriel. - I mutter, between kisses, pulling on his hair. - I need you. - His eyes flicker up at me, meeting mine in less than a second. - I need you now.
He keeps staring at me, lowering his gaze to my lips, frozen, but yearning.
As the silence stretches, I drag my fingers softly through his hair, down his torso, tracing his full figure, and reach down to the bulge slowly forming inside his pants, covering it with my whole palm and tugging at it gently.
He swallows loudly, straightening his back.
- Take off your clothes. - I demand.
His face goes bright red as he is startled by my request. Then slowly puts me down, and looks off to the side, shyly unbuckling his belt.
I’d love to watch him fundle around just to tease him, but honestly I can’t wait.
I brush his hands off, and take off his belt which falls loudly to the ground. Unbothered, I continue opening his trousers only enough for his erection to spring free.
As I finish taking off my own pants, I push him back against the door, placing myself between his thighs, rutting against him. He lets out a whimper, as I run my hands up his body, kissing him all over with urgency.
Placing his arms around me, I then motion for him to pick me up. He answers my request once more, with a lost look on his face, while I wrap my legs around his torso, and he holds me by my thighs.
I feel the tension forming just from being close to him, from thinking of the spaces where we’re touching skin to skin: my bare thighs around his hips, my stomach against his, and the closeness of our genitals. The heat emanating from our bodies begins to be unbearable. Strengthening the grip around his waist, I try to create friction while pulling him urgently into another heated kiss.
My hands rummage over his upper body, up his neck, on his scalp. He shivers under my touch, sighing, slowly relaxing the muscles on his shoulders. I pull on the hair at the nape of his neck, and he lets out a low sound that makes my body tremble. Muriel doesn’t often voice his pleasures, I feel as if I must treasure every bit of sound he dares to share.
- Muriel. - I say into his neck, kissing under his jaw. - I want you now.
He gives me that wide-eyed look I know so well and then looks over my shoulder, at the bed. I follow his gaze as he takes a step forward, catching up to his intentions.
- No, not there. - I place my hand firmly on his chest, as a gesture for him to stop, and he does so immediately. - I want to do it here.
With that, he whimpers, pulling me against him as he turns around and takes a step towards the door so that now I’m the one resting my back against it.
Muriel towers over me. His hair covers his face partially, and his hands are resting on my lower back and hips, as he stares down at me. My arms are still wrapped around his neck, and my legs around his waist, my body’s firmly anchored to his.
Suddenly I shudder, a soft moan escaping my lips as I feel one of his hands running up the side of my torso, over my chest, then around my back, traveling down again. His fingers are ever so gentle, besides the calluses on them. He grips my hips, and brings his face down to kiss under my ear.
- Someone might hear us. - His voice sounds low and raspy.
My heart skips a bit as I realise he’s teasing me. A bold observation, coming from him.
- Good. - I whisper back, running my fingers down his scalp.
Still holding onto him with my other arm, I reach down for his length and gently stroke it, watching closely as his face changes from surprise, to almost painful pleasure.
He leans down and kisses my neck again, brushing his nose softly under my ear. He then pulls our hips closer together, sliding his cock furter into my closed hand.
Trying to induce him to give in, I remove my hand, and let his proportioned shaft rest right over my sex, almost reaching my lower stomach. To my surprise, he instead takes the opportunity to slide his cock over my vulva, rubbing his full length against my folds and clit and resting the base of it over my entrance. His slow, hipnotic movements, which are paired with breathy kisses under my ears, continue a few times, each time sending electricity all over my body.
- Please, Muriel… - I say almost desperately, squirming almost. - I missed you. I want you inside me.
He grunts in response, sending shivers down my neck, and puts some distance in between us. He then locks eyes with me and I’m suddenly taken by surprise by the deep green of his irises, which are almost being swallowed by the darkness of his expanded pupils, as he gives me a nod.
This is my cue.
I reach down again, shakingly propping him against my entrance, rubbing his cock on my clit for a moment, before strengthening the grip of my thighs around his hips, inviting him in.
He stops midway kissing my jaw, and groans through his teeth, one hand gripping firmly at one globe of my ass, and the other on the wall besides me.
He slowly pushes his cock inside me, consequently pushing me against the wall. I hold onto his shoulders, squeezing them as my mouth widens, and my eyes close instinctively.
I see white and then red, as I adjust to him. It hurts only for a second. But as the realisation of having him inside me hits me, a wave of satisfaction takes over me. I moan deeply, clenching my walls around him.
He pulls back almost immediately, hyper aware of my sounds, fearful almost.
For reassurance, I bite my lip, grinding against him and pulling him by his neck.
I feel him relax under me again, as he lets out a relieved sigh and kisses my cheek, moving deeper inside me, slowly and steadily.
I take him in inch by inch. The thickness of his cock stretching my pussy deliciously.
Eventually he picks up a faster pace, still careful, but bolder, as his hips rock forward in a circular motion, hitting all the right spots.
Every time he pulls back, his absence creates a void, which thankfully is quickly filled over and over again, as he plunges deeper each time.
The way he’s towering over me makes it possible to look up at his face as he grinds his teeth and breathes heavily, furrowing his eyebrows. As our bodies rock back and forth together, I continue to lower my eyes to his strong chest, the muscles plump, glowing with sweat, his chest hair framing the center of it perfectly. Through his light shirt, I can see the outline of his nipples. My gaze then follows the exposed trail of hairs on his lower stomach, to his dark pubes at the base of his cock. It glistens, wet.
I could feel him so deep inside me like this.
- Muriel. - I say into his ear. - You fuck me so good.
He seems to take that as an order - or maybe a permission - to become more unhinged. He thrusts harder, fucking me faster and deeper with his leaking hard cock. I could hear himself trying to swallow his moans down his throat, although some of them end up escaping in the form of animalistic growls.
I move my hips against him, trying to fit all of him inside me, and get as much contact as I can. Picking up on it, he presses himself closer, rolling his hips up as he filled me up over and over again, alternating between slow deep thrusts, and short and fast ones.
The door was creaking as we banged our bodies against it. It seemed as if it might break at any moment. But all I could focus on was the sensations of Muriel’s arms around me, his hot breath on my neck, and his cock filling up my tight hole, as his balls and thighs slapped against my ass.
- I’m- I’m close- ah.. - I’m able to mutter to him.
- Fuck. - He groans with a sharp breath.
Hearing Muriel curse between his teeth sent waves of shivers over my body, down my lower area, making me tremble.
He managed to fuck me faster. The base of his cock brushing against me. He fucked me so good, thinking of it pushed me to the edge, as I came, flexing my thighs, sucking him in, I clenched my walls tight around him.
He didn’t stop, slamming his cock inside me throughout my orgasm with wet sloppy sounds.
He shouted my name, as he came deep inside me, moaning and flinching, his grip on my hips ever so strong.
His warm, thick cum filled me up, making my eyes roll back into my skull as I involuntarily pushed myself against his cock.
He pulled out moments later, his cum squirting over his and my stomach, making an even bigger mess of us.
Breathless, he looked me in the eyes with pure adoration, resting his forehead against mine, while using one of his arms to hold my weight as he brushed my hair off my face.
I smile tenderly, still dizzy.
- Aren’t your arms tired? - I ask, looking over to his huge biceps.
He shrugs, giving me a grin, and walking towards his bed.
I give him a peck on the lips as he lowers me down onto the mattress.
I expect him to get up or lay beside me, but instead he holds my legs open, approaching my groin with his face.
I cover my own face with my hands in embarrassment, feeling his cum dripping from inside me. I peer over curiously, right before his tongue touches my inner thigh. Our eyes meet, and he adverts them, face going red.
Pulling my legs over his shoulders, he proceeds to lick his cum off of my lower abs, legs and opening, sucking lightly on my clit. I take a deep breath, swallowing, and can’t help but grip his hair.
He takes the hint and applies more pressure on the spot with his tongue flat against it, moving his head up and down, his stubble tickling at my thighs.
The overstimulation made me flinch, but I couldn’t help but strengthen the grip on his hair as he worked his tongue around and inside my opening, then back over the clit, moving his head back and forth, licking the cum dripping out, as though it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
When he finished with his cleaning, he leaned back, surveying his work for a second, before lifting his eyes to my face. My heart palpitated in my chest when our eyes met, his gaze was so loving and warm, so kind, but still dark with lust.
He gently took my legs by the heels of my feet, and placed them down on the mattress, lowering himself slowly between them. His chest brushed against my lower stomach, his chest hair tickled me as he kissed my torso and my chest, caressing my body on his way up.
Tenderly, he nuzzled my shoulders, brushing his nose against my neck, breathing into it. I couldn’t help but melt under him completely, feeling the heat emanating from his body, keeping me warm. He rested one of his knees on the bed, lying almost completely on me, but supporting his weight on one of his arms, above my head. Our bodies pressed together, so gently, but so close.
I wrapped one of my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me, and my other hand now rested on the base of his neck, brushing his hair through my fingers.
As he continued to nuzzle at my neck, and kiss behind my ears, I let out a low, satisfied sigh, closing my eyes. I felt a smile forming on his lips, against my jaw.
- I really missed you. - He whispered, in a low husky voice, almost as if talking to himself.
I squeezed him tighter, feeling my heart race in my chest.
With that, he rolled to the side, bringing me with him. I finally opened my eyes again to look at him, his hair falling onto his face, a shy smile on his lips.
- Your hair. - I say through a grin. He nods, looking down, his face flushed.
- I… couldn’t really figure out how you and Morga did it.
- I like it like that… - I brush a few strands out of his face and his eyes flutter shut. - But I’d prefer seeing your face better… - His face goes redder.
It’s amazing how even after all the progress we’ve made, after being able to be so intimate and honest with each other, he still gets so flustered when I talk to him and touch him.
- Do you want me to fix it for you? - I say, cupping his cheek.
He nods in response, furrowing his eyebrows.
- I wouldn’t mind that.
I sit up, and he follows, sitting on the edge of the bed, as I stand on my knees behind him, gently brushing his hair with my fingers.
- Maybe we should go for a picnic. - I say as I braid dark strands of hair along the side of his head, pulling it back.
- ...Now?!
Not now now, it’s getting dark. But as soon as we get some time again. Maybe tomorrow? - I say, as I chuckle. - I do want to spend some time with you, I didn’t just come here to do this and then leave.
- I- I know! - He exclaims, pressing his palms down on his legs nervously. - I know. I want to do something together too.
- Picnic then? We could bring the chickens to keep us company… And Inanna too!
He laughs, shaking his shoulders.
- Sounds great, I’m in.