— Fuuuuh... haa... haa... pervert... — The blonde exhaled, collapsing right on top of me, but that only pleases me.
— But you liked it... — The sweat-soaked skin under my palm burned with raging, familiar magic.
— All I did was give in to the temptations of an overly narcissistic bastard.
— And so — you're the most decent girl I know... ouch! — I was pinched at the sound of the giggle, and I smiled myself, blowing on the blonde's head as it lay on my chest.
We just lay there in silence for a few minutes. From the outside, if I'd allowed us to be watched, it might have looked like we were dozing off, but we weren't. I'd mentioned the magic of sex before, and I'd seen something similar in an alien movie. Some details aside, during the act itself, the gifted may or may not trust each other. And this is not referring to issues of disease, unwanted consequences, or life-threatening — those are, you might say, prior stages.
What I'm saying is that once a certain level of trust is reached, the gifted person can "open the arms" of their magic, and when the "arms" are reciprocated, the experience of sex transcends mere physical pleasure to a spiritual level.
Today Lizzy and I tried it for the first time, though not at full speed — the first level, metaphorically speaking. And even at that level, the sensitivity of my skin increased greatly, and a touch of my skin felt like it was receiving micro-discharges of electricity.... It's hard to describe what I experienced, but it was much cooler than the usual "five minutes". However, as Olivia explained to me, it was a double-edged sword, in the sense that it was better not to get carried away with it, otherwise there was a "narcotic" effect on the partner, reduced sobriety of thought, and so on. In France, some witches used this method to subjugate the powerful.
— Why do you think these "bigwigs" invited you? — The girl began to run her finger over my chest, scratching lightly.
— I don't know. — I shrug without opening my eyes. — There could be many reasons...
— Hmmm... — Lizzie was silent for a few seconds, but I could feel her heartbeat quicken and she tensed slightly. — I've heard that arranged marriages are common among the nobility... — A few seconds of silence that I didn't break because I felt there was more to it. — ...What if you were offered an engagement? — the girl tensed even more.
— Look at me. — The blonde froze for a moment, then rested her sharp chin against his ribs, staring with her heavenly eyes. — Do you want to be with me?
— Pfft! Would I be here if I didn't? — Despite the caustic expression, the tension was still palpable.
— What's the problem then? Although. — I had a thought. Well, one more. — Stop. I want to ask you first: How do you see our relationship? Or how do you want it to be? — We stared into each other's eyes in silence for a while, and then Lizzie turned her head, tucking the palm of her hand under her cheek.
— I'm older than you, I'm twenty-six now. — She took a deep breath. — Ten years is no joke...
— Well, you and I aren't normal people, and we age a lot slower, so that's not an argument. Next. — He blew on his blond hair.
— Maggie told me what you're up to, and I'm no thoroughbred. — A resounding slap on my tanned ass from me and a painful nipple pinch from her. One on one.
— I've got enough "pedigree" for both of us, and if anyone says anything, I can always challenge them to a duel. What's the problem?
— You can't challenge anyone to a duel.
— Come on! And answer my question.
— What if — What if," the girl turned her face to me. — What if you're offered an incredibly lucrative deal and the price is a marriage? Do you think a highborn would tolerate a mistress?
the girl turned her face to me. — What if you're offered an incredibly lucrative deal and the price is a marriage? Do you think a highborn would tolerate a mistress?
— So you're willing to play the role of mistress. — I nod seriously, and then I am pinched again.
— Stop it! I have to hide your scratches from the other girls, and you're pinching me!
— You have other girls? — Her indignation was fake — I knew that playful twinkle in her bright eyes.
Mock wrestling, rolling around on the huge hotel bed, frantic kissing, biting ....
— ...yes, I agree.... — It took me a few seconds to realize what I was talking about.
— If you're so serious — I hug the girl with her back to me. — I'm not kidding. — Lizzie flinched at these words and froze, — I have no intention of leaving you, but be warned, I am a very possessive and jealous man and I will not forgive cheating! — I say in all seriousness.
— I get it! — and I was bitten again, on my arm. What's her habit of biting?
— That's good. — I smell the girl's hair. I've noticed that no matter what happens, Lizzie's hair is always clean and smells like herbs. — And we'll figure out the rest.
— Together. — She said softly and snuggled up against me.