A Lifelong Muse - Part 3

Part 3

"She did have something to say to me, though," I said. "A rather pointed question, in fact, on the topic of something she knew about us puny humans and how we operate."

"Oh?" Maya asked absently, her attention back on the shiny metal she was holding.

"Yup. It was rather embarrassing, actually. Reminded me of something I used to think about when we were still kids, but somehow..."

Yeah, like I was going to finish that sentence the way I'd been about to, given that she was sat there with lethal weapons literally to hand. Admitting that what I was talking about had simply slipped my mind did not strike me as the smartest thing I could do right now. Instead, it was time to make damned fucking sure it never escaped my attention again.

Even if I had a feeling Maya was only vaguely paying attention to anything I was saying at that moment anyway...

With a wry smile, I reached into my pocket and found another box, this time the much smaller one I'd slipped in there ready for this moment. As my fingers touched the velvety covering, I swear a whole storm of butterflies seemed to appear in my gut, and my mouth was dry as a bone as I made myself get it together and draw the thing out into the open.

When it emerged into open air, it didn't look like all that much. Maybe an inch and a half on a side, and another inch or so deep, covered in a velvet that almost perfectly matched Maya's skin in tone. That last but had been a happy accident, really, but I was hardly going to complain about it. Not when I was right on the very edge of doing something that, quite honestly, scared the shit out of me.

Not an uncommon feeling amongst men at this sort of time, as I understand it.

Carefully, I lifted the little box's lid and waited, nervously counting how long it took for Maya to notice. When she did, it was obvious – the flicker of interest, the puzzled frown that followed it... and the gasp as what she was seeing finally truly registered.

"Is that...?" she asked. "Seriously? Mark, that's a fucking-"

"It's far too damned late in coming, Maya."

And wasn't that the damned truth...

"Mark, we can't... How the hell are we supposed to make something like that work? We're from two different worlds, for fucks' sake, and in this one I'm not even a bloody fairy tale!"

"Let me worry about that bit, sweetie. All you need to do is... well, some sort of answer would be nice. Even if it's just 'I'll think about it.'"

I said it with a grin, but in all honesty, I really, really wanted her to give me that answer. The suspense was, quite literally I felt at that moment, killing me.

"If it helps," I pointed out a few moments later, when she still seemed unable to come up with anything to say, "it's mostly just a formality. We already live together, as well as everything else, so..."

Very carefully, Maya put the blades down, then reached out to lift the glittering diamond ring from where it nestled in the box. It was hard to read what might have been going on in her head as she held it up to the candlelight, but whatever it was, it wasn't a 'no'.

After a very long minute or so, she shifted her eyes to meet mine, and a crooked little smile twisted her lips. "This why you thought I should wear white?"

"Actually, I chuckled, "That hadn't occurred to me. I just think you look insanely good in an outfit like that."

"Flattery will get you somewhere, boyo, but not necessarily where you were aiming for." She went back to studying the ring, turning it this way and that. "Your readers are going to be somewhat disappointed, I think. After all, it's not like I'm going to bounce on anyone during my adventures if I agree to this."

"Maya Demonsbane can bounce on, or anything else for that matter, anyone we decide to let her," I said reasonably, then reached out to gently take the ring from her. Just as softly, I turned one of her hands around, until it was held flat out between us, and carefully held the ring against the end of her finger. "Maya Whaite, on the other hand... Well, she'd be all mine."

I was watching her eyes as I spoke, and that meant there was no way I could miss the sudden flare deep inside them, those catlike pupils giving me a peek at what looked for an instant like the inside of a raging furnace. It was something I'd seen before, but only on very special occasions... and was exactly the sort of thing I'd hoped for now.

"I already am," she replied, so quietly I nearly couldn't make out the words. "We Bonded years ago... and I've never wished we hadn't."

"So does that mean...?"

I trailed off when she simply pushed her hand forward, her finger sliding neatly into the ring until it rested right where it was designed to go. For a breathless moment, both of us just looked at it, the pale stone glittering on its golden band...

Then, in fairly typical Maya fashion, the moment was rather broken. Not that I planned to complain, because she did it by surging to her feet, grabbing the front of my shirt and hauling me right up with her. I'd barely found my balance when her lips locked onto mine, her tongue flashing out in search of my own. As that little dance got under way, she wrapped an arm around the back of my neck to pull me close, the other snaking down toward my waist.

My own weren't exactly sitting idle, and as she pulled my tightly to her, I did exactly the same thing – though one hand went wandering on its own to get a good feel of her tight butt through the snowy material of her dress.

Quite what happened nest, I couldn't really say. A raging fire seemed to build up within us both, each one feeding the flames of the other, and nothing seemed to exist but the taste and feeling as hands and mouths explored everywhere they could reach.

We must have moved, though, because the next clear thought I had was when I was looking down on Maya's prone form, her body laid on the bed with the top of her dress shoved downward to free those beautiful breasts and the hem of the skirt hauled even further upwards. Her legs were spread wide, held that way by hands I'd hooked under her knees, and as she gave one of her tight little nipples a tug, her other hand wrapped itself around the cock she'd freed from my pants once again.

"Prove it," she purred up at me, emerald hair fanning out across the sheets, her golden eyes dancing with delight and a huge grin on her lips. "Prove that I'm yours... and that you're mine."

I didn't even need to glance downwards to know how wet she was – I could feel it in the burning heat of her sex, a teasing touch where she held the head of my shaft just short of being able to press itself into her. That delicious torture didn't last more than a moment, though, and as I pushed my hips forward, there was simply no way to describe the sensation that surged through me as I buried myself deep into her tight hole.

I kept my eyes on hers as I entered her, and felt a totally separate flush of pleasure at the way her eyelids fluttered closed, a sigh shivering out of her mouth as I began to slowly pump myself in and out of her eager cunt.

"Yesss..." she hissed, and when I let go of her legs, shifting my grip to her hips, she wrapped her stockinged legs tight around my waist, trapping me right where I wanted to be. Light from the hallway slipped across her deep purple skin, and a faint sheen of sweat began to gleam across her body as she met every stroke with a surge of her hips – a sight that had ranked as one of the most erotic things I had seen in my life.

Bracing her arms against the mattress, Maya pushed herself up until our mouths met again, and there was nothing gentle or tender in the kiss. It was all about a hot, needy hunger that neither of us could deny. As our breath mingled, so did every little gasp she let out as I buried myself deep inside her and every groan that escaped me as she gripped my shaft tightly with her pussy.

"Gonna make you beg," she groaned as I nibbled at one of her perfect little earlobe, one hand stroking and kneading at the soft flesh of one of her breasts. "Wife's duty, to... shit... to make her man beg to cummmohh!"

There was absolutely no apology at all in the grin I gave her as she lost track of what she was saying, and it was hardly any wonder – my free hand had slid down over the bare skin between her legs until I'd found the sensitive button of her clit... and pressed my thumb against it hard. Maya's whole body bucked, her head falling back with a loud moan, and I let out a choked gasp of my own as her inner walls clamped so tightly around my cock that it felt like she was trying to break it off inside her.

"You were saying?" I managed, to get out, laughing at the muttered "Bastard" she shot back at me.

"Cum in me," she moaned, eyes screwed tight with concentration as she tried to hold herself back from the edge I was driving her toward. I wasn't that far from it myself, and hearing that out of her mouth was hardly going to help me keep my cool... "I want your cum inside me," she whispered, and I had to strain to hear her. "Never taken a scratch when I've fought with your cream in my cunt..."

Normally, a reminder of the risks she ran wasn't going to brighten my mood much, but the way she said it, the almost pleading note colouring her words, seemed to flick a switch somewhere deep inside me. I dropped my hands to her waist again, taking a good, firm hold as I abandoned any trace of tenderness and simply fucked her as hard and fast as I could.

"Fuck you feel good."

"G-gonna feel better when you... when..."

"When what?" I demanded, the effort I was putting into screwing her making my voice harsh. If she cared, she didn't show it. Instead, she just looked up at me, a pleading expression plastered over her amethyst face as she moaned out her reply.

"When y-you fill meee!"

Grabbing tight, I forced myself as deep into her hungry slit as I could as my orgasm flooded through me, spurts of cum jetting into her as I unloaded what felt like every drop my balls could hold. Maya's hands fisted in the sheets, arms taught as she writhed through the waves of her own climax, until every scrap of strength seemed to drop out of me, sending me to my knees and leaving me laid across her belly, head resting against the cushion of her chest as I tried to get at least a bit of breath back into my lungs.

How long we stayed like that, my cheek against her breast, listening to her hearts beat as she ran her fingers softly thought my hair, I have no idea. I don't think either of us gave a damn, either, happy to stay together like we were, simply being together. Something that definitely felt a lot more permanent after what had led us here tonight.

Which was kind of dumb, really, since we'd been pretty much a permanent pair since we were nine, but...

"You," she said after a while, and I could hear the smile on her lips even if I couldn't see it from my angle. "Husband. Go do your thing and get me food."

"You do know we need to actually get married before that word applies, right? Me asking you doesn't count."

Her hold on my hair tightened a bit, and I took the hint, lifting my head to meet the look she was sending my way down her body. "My man. Now, always, fuck traditions. And who's woman has just used up a lot of energy getting him off, and hasn't eaten since lunch time."

With a deliberately put-upon sigh, I kissed the flushed purple skin between her breasts and started the long, laborious process of getting up to go get her some of the food that had been delivered earlier – and was probably stone cold by now. Glancing at the clock, I frowned as I considered what it read.

"When do you have to go?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

Maya looked over at the clock herself, and sat bolt upright with a hiss. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "I'm gonna be late!"

Untangling myself from her legs, I tried not to be distracted by the way the dress she still more-or-less wore clung to her body, and instead started heading for the lounge. "I'll get some stuff together, you get ready."

"Mark, I'm going to be late. And Kali has no sense of humour at all for that sort of thing."

The last part was muffled a bit, from the sound of it by her hauling something on over her head as she talked. I was busy grabbing together a plate of food for her, though, so wasn't able to tell for sure until I headed back into the bedroom. When I walked in, the dress and stockings were on the floor, and I was treated to a truly magnificent view of Maya's ass as she bent over to get her feet into the leather leggings she wore as part of her 'work attire'.

Shaking off the thoughts that immediately sprang to mind at that view, which mostly involved burying my face in it, I waited until she straightened up and turned my way before handing her the plate. "Eat," I told her, then popped back into the lounge for the rest of what I wanted to bring in for her.

Her eyes settled on the blades as I carried them in, but when she reached for them, I just shook my head. Carefully, because those things were sharp, I slid them them into the scabbards at her hips, taking a deep, steadying breath as I reminded myself that tonight, at least, they were just part of the uniform, not there to actually be used. Tomorrow night... well, that was another story.

Maya held still as I worked, the only movement at all from her coming as she stuffed food into her mouth. When I was done, she swallowed hard, dropping the plate on the bedside table before wrapping her arms around me in a hug that nearly drove the breath right out of my body.

"Thank you," she whispered in me ear, and there was no chance at all I could think that it was just for the food. Not with that much feeling behind just two words.

"Always," I whispered back, hugging her tightly in return. After a minute, and with more than a little reluctance from both of us, we pulled apart. Summoning up a smile, I pointed at the ring gleaming on her hand. "Just show that to Kali, and I'm pretty sure she'll let you off."

"You'd better bloody hope so..." Maya muttered, then looked at the clock again. With an unhappy look on her face, she turned back to me, and I leaned in to lay a soft kiss against her lips.

"Go," I said. "I'll be right here."

For a moment or three, Maya just looked back at me, then nodded. An instant later, shadow swirled, air thumping in to fill the void where her body had been, and a streak of blackness shot across the room, disappearing under the bed... and out of this world.

"Just make sure you come back to me," I whispered to the now-empty room, then made myself shove aside the gloom that threatened to descend – like it always did - over me. I had work to do, deadlines to meet... and if Maya's boss/mother didn't accept the excuse, a whole lot of energy drinks to get through so I'd be able to survive making it up to my beautiful, darling monster.

The End

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