Book 2 - Chapter 23 (NSFW)

Despite their heated first kiss, nothing else happened between Noah and Mara on the ride home. Carrying the unconscious prisoners through the forest and back to the carriages had drained all of them, and the long journey that followed forced Noah, Ciri, Ken, Mara, and the two remaining guards to trade off shifts driving and staying awake. The return trip to Crownspire was just as jarring as the way out, and between the exhaustion and the number of people around them, any lingering impulses stayed firmly in check.

It didn’t stop Noah from thinking about it.

Whether by luck or Ciri’s quiet orchestration, he and Mara ended up in the back of the carriage at the same time near the end of the journey. He kept catching himself glancing at her—at the way she moved, the soft curve of her expression, the faint color in her cheeks. But when they finally lay down on the hard wooden floor—cleared of the crates they’d used during the ambush—fatigue won out. They both fell asleep until Ken shook them awake as the city came into view.

Before reaching the gates, they veered off into the forest, dismounted, and continued on foot while the two guards took the carriage along a different route. They reached the dormitory district just as the sun dipped below the rooftops. Mara paused, casting Noah a small, knowing smile before nodding toward the student housing.

“I’m sure Ciri and Ken want a long wash after the last few days,” she said lightly. “And I happen to know the visitors’ houses only have two washrooms. If you want, you can use mine. It’s private.”

Noah recognized the invitation instantly. His exhaustion evaporated. “Yeah,” he said, grinning. “I’d like that.”

Mara hesitated, glancing at Ciri. “Assuming you’re still comfortable with that.”

Noah shot Ciri a look that said, Please understand what she’s asking. I really don’t want to spell it out.

Ciri read him easily. “Of course,” she said, kissing him softly before leaning close to whisper to him. “I would like to hear all about your sexual encounter when you return.”

“Tomorrow morning,” he murmured back.

Ciri and Ken headed toward the visitors’ houses. Noah watched them go before turning to Mara, his grin widening. She rolled her eyes but laced her fingers through his, leading him toward the dorms.

“You know,” he said as they stepped inside, “I’ve been walking you back here for weeks and I’m only now realizing I’ve never seen anything except the kitchen.”

“You’ll forgive me if we postpone the grand tour until tomorrow?” she teased.

“I think I can manage.”

They climbed two flights of stairs to the third floor and walked down a long hallway. A few students passed them, giving curious looks but saying nothing. Mara stopped at a locked wooden door and worked the key.

“Is anyone going to think we’re breaking in?” Noah asked.

“Why would they think that?” she said, pushing the door open.

“I’m still wearing armor,” he pointed out as they stepped inside. “And I’m armed. Walking through a school.”

She tapped her grimoire. “So am I. Every conduit learns basic defensive magic in first year. Breaking into a school full of them would be a terrible idea for anyone.”

“Except Ken does it regularly.”

“Yes, well—he’s the exception.” She sat on a wooden chair and began unfastening her boots. “Sorry, I don’t have anywhere else you can sit. Just let me get these off, then I’ll go to the washroom and you can strip here.”

“Very romantic,” Noah deadpanned.

She snorted. “I meant what I said about showering. We’ve been in the forest, in a fight, and in a carriage for hours. I don’t want mud and blood and tar and… whatever else that is,” she gestured vaguely at him, “all over my room.”

He glanced down at himself. “Fair.”

She kicked off her boots with a groan, rubbed her feet, then stood. “Okay. Chair’s yours. Give me a few minutes.”

“Take your time.”

She smiled and slipped into the washroom, closing the door behind her.

Noah sat heavily, sighing as he pulled off his boots. Then his belt. Then his brigandine. Then the padded leather beneath. He folded everything neatly, hearing Ken’s voice in his head:

Your equipment will save your life. Treat it that way.

Left in his undershirt, he finally looked around. The room was smaller than he expected—a desk by the window, shelves above it, a neatly made bed in the corner, a red rug softening the stone floor. Aside from the private washroom and the unlit magical chandelier overhead, it reminded him of his old university dorm room from a lifetime ago.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door to the bathroom cracked open and Mara called to him. "Noah? Lock the door, would you?"

Turning, he saw that she was holding her hand out through the crack in the door. Her middle and index fingers were extended, and at the end of them dangled a black cotton thong. She waited until she heard him stand before flicking her fingers, causing the underwear to fall to the ground.

Noah moved with the kind of speed he usually reserved for life-or-death situations. In fairness to him, the way his heart was racing from such a simple gesture made dying of a heart attack a distinct—if remote—possibility. He practically leapt at the door, flicking the iron bolt closed just as the shower started. Grabbing at the hem of his shirt he tore it off, tossing it onto his neatly folded pile. His boxers followed it just as he reached the bathroom door and wrenched it open.

His eyes were instantly drawn to his left, where he saw Mara standing naked beneath the steaming-hot water facing away from him. She'd left the glass door to the standing shower stall open, inviting him to drink in her body from her bare shoulders to the curve of her ass and down to her dainty toes. Biting her lip, she turned to look at him with a wry grin, her messy brown hair down and dripping wet.

"Enjoying the show? Or are you going to join me?"

Instead of responding with words, he took two steps across the blue-tiled floor and into the shower before closing the door behind him. His hands naturally settled on her hips as he moved behind her, pulling her towards him to close the small distance between them and press their bodies together. She responded by tilting her head up to kiss him, their lips meeting with the same passion they'd shown in the forest.

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His hands slowly moved forward along her body as they made out, exploring her every curve. In his mind he couldn't help but compare her to Ciri, realizing that he found her every bit as sexy—just in a different way. Where his Fae girlfriend was more voluptuous and soft-bodied, Mara was lithe and toned. As he squeezed and stroked her porcelain skin though he found that she still had a soft feminine tummy and jiggled perfectly in all the right places.

"I'd ask if you approve, but... I can already feel the answer." She grinned, glancing down.

Realizing his iron-hard cock was nestled between her ass cheeks he grinned right back. "I'd apologize, but... I'm not really sorry."

"Nor should you be. I like that I have that effect on you." She kissed him softly again. “Although I’m a little nervous about how big you are.”

“I’ll be gentle.” He promised before his lips met hers once more.

His hands continued their questing, with one reaching up to cup one of her breasts while the other trailed downwards. He gently kneaded the soft skin before pinching one of her dark brown nipples, causing her to gasp in pleasure and spread her feet further apart. When his other hand reached down to the newly opened space, he felt that she was completely smooth and bare.

She broke the kiss just as he reached slightly lower, jumping the second the pad of his middle finger brushed against her clit before leaning back against him. Realizing how sensitive she was he began to circle it gently, causing her to moan louder than before. When he started to use both hands together—one gently flicking her nipple, the other rubbing her clit—her legs started to shake and she looked at him with wild eyes.

"Noah. Noah." She started, the tone in her voice filled with anxiety. "That...oh Almighty...that's..."

"Mara." He growled, kissing her neck. "I've got you. Don't hold back. We have nowhere to be."

"C-Call...me a good girl." She stuttered through waves of pleasure.

His lips moved languidly up to her ear, nibbling her earlobe before whispering. "Good girl."

Her legs instantly started to shake at his words. He kept his touch light throughout, but gradually ramped up the speed of his movements until his fingers were tossing droplets of water everywhere. In less than thirty seconds her entire body started to convulse and she came undone in his arms.

"Fuck! Noah! Fuck! I'm cumming!" She cried.

Wary of overstimulating her he backed off quicker than he would normally, his hands grasping her body to hold her limp form from falling. She panted and laid her head back against his chest as she floated down from her hazy clouds of pleasure. A contented smile slowly spread across her face as the strength returned to her legs.

"You are far too dangerous with those hands." She said, kissing him once more.

"Wait until you see what I can do with the rest of my body." He quipped back.

"I look forward to it." She replied, turning to grab a bar of soap from a small shelf behind her.

Taking the initiative, he reached forward as she turned back towards him and took the soap from her hands. "No. Let me do this."

"What?" She asked, confused.

"Let me." He repeated.

"I'm perfectly capable of-"

"I know you are." He cut her off. "But once in awhile you deserve the princess treatment. So be a good girl, relax, and let me take care of you."

The normally unflappable woman blushed before nodding. "...Okay."

Rubbing the soap against his hands to create bubbles, he handed the soap back to her before kneeling. When he reached forward to wash her feet, she gasped audibly and leaned back against the cool tile of the shower. As he reached her thighs he began to pepper kisses across her body, causing her to shake her head and find her wit once more.

"You know, if you keep that up we're never going to get clean. Besides, if you wanted an excuse to touch me, you could've just said so."

"It's not that." He countered, standing so he could soap her sides. "Okay, it's not only that." He amended, seeing her face. "I like touching you. But I was serious about what I said."

When he finished washing her she grabbed the bar of soap once more, lathering up her hands as she replied. "You're a good man, Noah. If I deserve this, then you definitely do too."

He was about to object before her skilled hands reached around him and began to massage the soap into his back. She came closer to him and kissed him as she did, his hands resting comfortably on her ass while hers travelled down to his lower back, then up to his shoulders. When they reached his hair she bent her fingers, using her fingernails to gently scratch his scalp.

"Ugh." Noah groaned, his head instinctively leaning back and eyes closing.

"Good?" She asked.

"Very." He replied.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes before she withdrew her hands, lathered up once more, and knelt in front of him. She worked the soap into his calves, then his thighs, then his abs. He looked down at her as she worked, realizing that she was purposefully avoiding touching his hard cock.

When her hands finally grasped his shaft it was all he could do to avoid cumming right then and there. She stroked him several times before moving one hand to his balls, cupping them gently. With a look up at him she slowly lowered her lips to his cock head and parted them, taking him into her mouth and bobbing up and down.

"Fuck Mara, you're so good at that."

"Mmhmm?" She asked, taking him deeper and swirling her tongue around him.

"Fuck. Yes. You're making me feel so good."

She began to bob up and down, taking him deeper and deeper until his cock was lodged firmly in the back of her throat. Once she'd taken him all the way to the base she slid her hands up his body, alternating between gentle scratches and firm grasps. When the familiar tightness in his balls began to build he looked down at her, growling a warning.

"Mara, I'm close."

She pulled her lips off his cock immediately. "Not yet."

"Not yet?"

"I want this inside me." She kissed the side of his shaft before standing. "Come on. Bed."

She reached around him to fiddle with the controls for the shower, turning it off before opening the door. With one arm she reached out and grabbed the white towels on the side of the white porcelain sink—ones he'd completely missed when he'd entered the room, having been so focused on her. She handed him one before beginning to towel herself dry.

"Uh... not to bring up an unsexy topic..." He started as he began to dry himself. "But should I be worried about birth control for you?"

She laughed. "I'm drinking the tea everyday. You don't have to worry about pulling out." She leaned closer and kissed him. "In fact, I'd prefer that you not."

"Yeah?" He asked, voice husky.

"Yeah." She replied. "I want that load in me."

The primal part of his mind took over as he grabbed Mara's towel, tossed it on the sink, and pressed her to the wall. "You gonna be a good girl and take my load for me?"

She shivered. "Yes."

"Good." He nodded, throwing his towel on top of hers. "I think we're dry enough, don't you?"

She looked down at her still-wet pussy. "Everywhere except for one place."

Noah reached over and opened the door. "Bed. Now."

Giggling, she turned and made a beeline for the bed. He was right behind her, his hands on her body the second she reached it. She pulled down the covers before practically diving in, squirming to make room for him.

"Sorry it's such a small bed."

"Don't be." He replied as he slipped into the bed behind her. "Just means we'll have to stay close all night."

She looked at him, a sudden vulnerability in her eyes. "All night?"

Realizing what she needed to hear, he nodded. "All night. I'm not going anywhere afterwards. I promise."

She kissed him deeply after that, turning to face him. Breaking the kiss he wordlessly shook his head, turning her body so it faced away from him. He shimmied down the bed after that, reaching down with one hand to line his cock up with her opening from behind.

"Do it." She whispered.

As slowly and gently as he could, he thrust forward with his hips. His cock head slowly entered her, drawing a wordless gasp from her lips. He wrapped his arms around her as he began to thrust deeper, holding her tightly to him the same way that he had done in the shower.

Only this time, his cock was buried deep in her pussy.

It felt incredible. She was hot, tight, and wet in all the right ways. More than that though, her body seemed so responsive to him—every kiss, squeeze, and rub seemed to send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Those shockwaves transferred to him when her pussy squeezed and milked his cock, causing him to match her groans with grunts and thrusts of his own.

"Noah! Noah!" Mara shouted as she came again, her hips gyrating on his lap.

The sight of her cumming proved to be too much for him. He cried out wordlessly as he shot ropes of hot cum inside her, his arms instinctively squeezing her tightly to him. They rode out the overwhelming pleasure together, their bodies finding a natural rhythm with one another that drew out their orgasms.

Eventually, their lips found one another and they started kissing again. There was still the same passion behind them as before, but less urgency. When they broke apart Noah couldn't help but match the smile on her face.

"Sleep now." She whispered, pressing herself to him. "Wake me up in the morning for round two."

"Sounds good." He murmured, closing his eyes and resting his head against the pillow.

In minutes, both of them were fast asleep.