Malachi's point of view
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There's someone half-naked laying on me.
The second I regained my consciousness, finally with all of my memories from my first 19 years as a mortal, including the ones with Jasmin that gave me a lot of second hand embarrassment and a annoying sense of familiarity, I felt dizzy with the fever that was spreading pain all over my bones. With the memories now fully recovered, I can tell that this madness happened before and it's a Qi deviation, given my lack of cultivation. Mine and Jasmin's suffers from it with me since we… got married.
But the memories didn't avoid me from getting startled and stunned when I woke up and saw her half-naked body with her back to me, burning coldly with the fever from the Qi deviation I ended up igniting on her. After I froze for ten minutes, I gulped and looked down at her, her body smaller than mine as always. She's only using underwear, and it's not leaving much to imagination, given that she always had a wide chest, curves on all the right places, and the perfect amount of thickness where it's needed.
Gods, I shouldn't be even thinking about any of this, but she makes it hard. She's making me hard. That's not good. And to think she probably was the one who stripped me from almost every clothing I had on, and gave me a bath. Maybe even more than one, as I'm totally clean from the shit. And there's also an amazing scent coming from both of us.
I passed my hand through my hair and it was cleaned and smooth in the way I like. Did she really bathe me like this?
Slowly, I paused my hands on her shoulders and she was still colder as ice, and the touch spread a wave of energy from her body to mine. None of us have any cultivation, but how did she know how to help us out on this? Did she learn it in secret? The Jasmin in my memories would never know what do. Definitely not like this.
"Jasmin," I whispered and she let out a deep breath in response. "Jasmin," I called again, softly as her head is probably hurting like mine is. "Angelina," I tried it out, the way I used to call her in here.
Her breathing sounded even deeper, "Jasmin is better," she let it out on a weak whisper, her body shaking softly.
Bringing her closer, I circled her waist with my arms and she let out a soft gasp of surprise, "The closer we get, the better it'll be for this, don't get it wrong. How did you learn what to do? I think this is the most effective method you've tried so far."
A deep sigh, "Saw it in a book."
In a book? "What book?"
She took longer to answer, "It doesn't concern you," hah. Now, that sounds more like the Jasmin I know. "Can you control yourself, damn it?"
"What?" I frowned, staring at the crown of her head.
"Malachi, you lewd bastard," she said through greeted teeth. "You are hard on me. Don't mistake this for something else. I only stripped you out of your clothes to clean you up. And I only took mine off because it's the only way I found to deal with this… fever."
Thankfully she can't see my face in this position, because I blushed hard, "Too bad, I can't control it. It has a mind of it's own. Get used to it!" I blurted trying my best to hide my embarrassment. "It's complicated not to have any reaction in this situation!"
Her pale ears turned crimson and she hissed, "Not my problem."
"It kind of is," I licked my lips, not resisting the urge to tease her. "It's you who made me like this, Jasmin," I whispered near her ears.
"Don't play with me, Malachi. Remember the type of relationship we are in. Don't get funny ideas," she clicked her tongue.
"That didn't avoid us from doing some things before," which were limited to kissing and caressing, especially when we got drunk. "It's also not like you don't provoke me, Jasmin," I teased her shoulders by caressing them, then her arms.
She inhaled sharply, "Don't go there."
"Why not?" I provoked her a little more. "We may not like each other, but we both know how attracted we are to each other," and in these memories I recovered, I saw a day she told me exactly this when drunk, which I confess is quite overwhelming. Especially if she always meant it even after we became immortals. "Besides," I caressed her tiny waist, as I have always wanted to do, "we are married, Jasmin. It's not like we haven't done anything before."
"Stop messing with me, Malachi," she whispered.
It's still weird to hear her calling me that and not Leo, but I guess that's my reality now. "I'm not messing with you," I scoffed. "I'm just saying we do not need to refrain ourselves from physical contact, Jasmin. We can still hate each other and take advantage of our bodies. Can't we?"
"You should stop flirting with me!" Impossible.
"I'm unable to do that," I grinned.
"Well, you'll regret it if I start flirting back," regret? Never. Besides I am used to it. Rivalry aside, me and Mia always flirted with each other back then. She was definitely bolder than this mortal-ish version of her. But I guess the same can be said for me. "Aren't you annoyed that I'm better at controlling myself than you are?"
Except that she isn't. "I doubt that," I whispered near her ear.
To my shock, she boldly turned around, holding my hands so she could do as she wished and straddle my lap, staring straight at my garnet eyes with her peridots. "Did your temperature just rose?" She whispered with a sensual grin playing on her lips, as she traced her finger on my neck.
"Jasmin," I whispered, looking from her lips to her eyes.
"Do you really want to play this game with me, Malachi?" Coming even closer over me, still with that mischievous grin on that always drove me insane, she wrapped her arms on my neck, pressing her heavy breasts on my chest.
Gulping, I felt my face burn hotter, and to hide my embarrassment, I was even bolder and did something that if I had done when we were back in the immortal realms, she would probably have cut my hands off. Slowly, I brought my hands to her hips, then to her ass, pressing the soft thick cheeks with my big hands, making her turn bright red. Yes, she's as effected as I am, and our Qi deviation is making it worse. "What if I do?" I whispered.
I could almost hear her heartbeats, "Malachi…" It was a warning.
Let's play with that pride of hers. "Are you backing off now?"
No matter if she's acting as mortal or being an immortal, Jasmin will always have a proud nature and be unable to back down from any kind of dare. She'll do something even if I stop. Right now, she's far from being corrupted, thus, I'm dealing with the Mia I've known for centuries. That's why I know I had won this, when she boldly brought her hand down to my covered cock, something we haven't done here after the drug night, the Qi deviation must be affecting her more than I thought.
But I was unable to find in me to stop her. "Careful, Jasmin."
"You're so hard," she gasped under her breath, making me harder.
"Even I have a limit, Jasmin," I groaned.
To my shock, she got bolder and put her hand inside my underwear, then she grabbed my cock out, and I couldn't help moaning, "Yeah?" She grinned, provoking me. "And what are you going to do?" Then she passed her small hand from the head of my cock to the base, testing it, "You are so big, Malachi," she whispered, "it's so thick my hand doesn't even close around it."
"Jasmin," I warned, seeing red.
"It's not like we haven't done this before," she changed
Sure, but I have no memory of that night, the drug was too fucking strong, what am I supposed to do? Fuck, I can't believe Jasmin Mia is with her hands on my cock, it's like a dream I had once and hated myself for it. "I warned you," it was the last thing I cursed, before loosing it, grabbing her hips with one hand, pushing her panty aside, controlling her body to make her mount my cock, and forcing all of me inside her tight pussy that swallowed me, impaling her roughly deep until my balls hit her ass.
"Malachi," she moaned loudly, head falling back, eyes rolling.