Chapter 46- Fallen and Found

NSFW: A Much-Needed Respite

Kate’s POV

As Liam left the cave, I couldn’t shake the mix of surprise and amusement that his departure had stirred in me. His unexpected exit, coupled with the playful suggestion, had left me slightly off-balance but thoroughly entertained. Liam, ever the enigma, had given Cyrus and me exactly what we needed: space and an unspoken blessing to explore this moment. The thought of how to repay his thoughtful gesture flitted through my mind, and I found myself looking forward to showing him my gratitude.

Turning to Cyrus, who was still standing there, looking flustered and adorably awkward, I was struck by how disarming it was to see him this way. The confusion in his eyes and the blush creeping up his neck were a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor. The typically unflappable demon hunter was now at a loss, and it was incredibly charming to witness.

“You know, you really shouldn’t worry so much,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “Just relax and enjoy the moment.”

I stepped closer to him, sliding my hands under his shirt and up his chest. He shuddered at my touch, his eyes darkening with desire. I could feel him relaxing, his muscles uncoiling under my fingers. I leaned in and kissed him tenderly, my lips brushing against his. He tasted like sweat and dirt, and I couldn’t get enough. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of raw masculinity and something indescribable that was just… Cyrus.

As our kiss deepened, I slid my hands down to his belt, fumbling with the buckle. Cyrus let out a low groan, his hands finding their way to my hips. He pulled me closer, pressing his body against mine. I could feel his erection straining against his pants, and I smirked against his lips. There was a raw, primal need in his touch that sent a thrill through me.

“Good boy,” I murmured, feeling a thrill of power at the way he responded to my touch.

I pulled his shirt off, tossing it on the ground beside us. My hands explored his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles and the scars that marred his skin. Each scar told a story, each mark a testament to the battles he had fought and survived. I kissed my way down his neck, nipping at the tender skin there before continuing down to his chest. Cyrus’s breath hitched as I reached his belly button, my fingers toying with the waistband of his pants.

But before I could go any further, he stopped me, his hands covering mine.

“Wait,” he said, his voice strained. “I really need to shower first. I’m still covered in sand and grime from the trials.”

I smirked up at him, my fingers still toying with his waistband. “Afraid I’ll find some sand in uncomfortable places?”

He chuckled, but there was a note of seriousness in his voice. “No, I just… I want this to be perfect. You deserve that.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through my chest at his words. “Fine,” I conceded, stepping back. “But you’d better hurry. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.”

Cyrus grinned, his eyes darkening with promise. “Oh, I’ll be quick. I promise.”

As he turned to head towards the pool, I pulled my dress off, letting it fall to the ground in a puddle of fabric. I stood there, naked and unashamed, watching as Cyrus’s eyes widened in surprise as he turned back towards me. He gulped visibly, his gaze roving over my body like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

I smirked, enjoying the effect I was having on him. “Like what you see?” I asked, teasingly.

He swallowed again, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

I felt a pleasant chill run over my back at his words, but I didn’t let it show on my face. Instead, I played with the waistband of his pants, my fingers tracing the line of his hipbones. “Well, are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to join me? Unless you plan to bathe with your pants on…”

Cyrus snapped out of his daze, a dark, hungry smile spreading across his face as he slowly pulled the belt out of his pants, enjoying the way I watched him. I could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he moved, and couldn’t help but admire the view.

As he undressed, I took the opportunity to really look at him. Broad chest, a V-line leading down to his boxers, and strong, muscled legs. Quite a contrast to Liam’s more lean, cat like form. I smirked, thinking about how I got to enjoy the best of both worlds.

When he was down to his boxers, I couldn’t help but stare at the impressive bulge there. He was either hiding another dagger in there or he had a very big surprise waiting for me. “Well, someone’s been hiding something,” I said, my voice laced with amusement.

I ran one hand over Cyrus’s body, feeling every edge and line of his muscles. He was built like a fortress, each muscle defined and hard under my touch. My fingers of the other hand played with the waistband of his boxers, teasing him with a smile. Pulling on the waistband, I looked down and widened my eyes in shock.

Holy shit. He was huge.

Cyrus grinned at my reaction, looking pleased with himself. “You like what you see?”

I looked up at him, taking a mental note to wipe that grin off his face later. But for now, I had to admit, it was kind of hot.

“Not what I expected, but definitely impressive,” I said, my voice husky as I licked my lips.

Cyrus’s smile widened. “The Fae must be all bark and no bite, huh?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Liam has plenty of bite and stamina, trust me. But I won’t deny you win in the size department.”

He chuckled and stepped out of his boxers, giving me a full view of his muscular body. I couldn’t help but appreciate the sight, like a perfectly chiseled statue from ancient Greece.

As we slipped into the warm water, I grabbed some of the Iele’s bathing oils and started rubbing them between my hands before running them over Cyrus’s chest and shoulders. He practically melted under my touch, letting out a light moan that made my stomach flip. Who knew Mr. Stoic had a soft side? His skin felt slick and warm under my hands, every contour and ridge becoming more pronounced as I massaged the oils into his skin.

“Can I touch you?” he asked shyly, which was kind of adorable, considering the circumstances.

I smirked. “Such a gentleman,” I said, guiding his hands to my breasts. He looked at them in awe before squeezing gently. I sighed, feeling a jolt of pleasure, and he gained confidence, lightly pinching my nipples. His touch was tentative at first, but the way I responded seemed to embolden him, his hands becoming more sure and deliberate.

I continued to rub the oils over his body, working my way down to his crotch. When I reached his cock, I ran my finger along his length, wondering if there was any end to it. Cyrus hitched his breath and squeezed my nipple harder, which was both painful and thrilling. The sensation sent electric jolts through my body, making me shiver with anticipation.

As we continued to explore each other, I couldn’t help but compare Cyrus to Liam. The Fae may have the advantage in the skill and experience department, but Cyrus was definitely winning in the size category – both in length and girth. Not that I’m complaining, of course. A girl’s gotta have options, right?

He grabbed my hand underwater, closing it around his cock and looked at me with desperate need. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his impatience.

“Eager much?” I teased him. “You’ve been patient for so long, and now you can’t even wait a few more minutes?”

Cyrus looked at me with an almost begging expression. “That’s exactly why I can’t wait. I’ve been imagining this moment since I first met you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, if you hadn’t fucked up back at the safe house, we could have had this moment sooner.”

Cyrus looked like I had slapped him. “I’m sorry, Kate. I really am. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I kissed the spot on his throat where I had healed his cut earlier. “You better not fuck up like that again. Consider this your second chance at life. Your reincarnation, if you will.”

Cyrus pulled me into a passionate kiss, whispering against my lips, “I’ll gladly die over and over again if that’s what pleases you.”

I smirked against his lips. “You’re not allowed to die without my permission from now on.”

I could feel his cock throb under my hand as he whispered in my ear, “Do I have your permission to make you feel good?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Do you really need to ask?”

Cyrus’s hands trailed down my back to my ass, squeezing it firmly before lifting me and carrying me to the shallow area of the water. He laid me on my back and began to suck on my nipples while lightly rubbing his thumb on my clit. I moaned, rolling my eyes back. Holy hell, this felt incredible. The combination of the warm water, his explorative touch and the rough skin of his hands felt almost magical. Every touch sent sparks through my body. His mouth was hot and insistent, drawing lewd moans out of me.

When Cyrus bit my nipple and began to tease my entrance with his index finger, I felt the distinct difference between his thick, rough-skinned fingers and Liam’s slender, soft-skinned ones. I arched towards him, moaning his name. This is heaven. His touch was raw and primal, each movement of his fingers sending ripples of pleasure through me.

“Did Liam do this to you too?” Cyrus suddenly asked, catching me off-guard.

I frowned before answering. “He did.”

Cyrus lowered his head between my legs and began to lick my clit while continuing to finger me. “Did Liam do this too?” he murmured against my pussy.

“Yes,” I confirmed, feeling a surge of annoyance. What’s with all the questions? His tongue moved in maddening circles, driving me closer to the edge, but his incessant questioning was starting to grate on me.

Cyrus gently bit my clit, making me yelp in surprise. “Liam didn’t do that to you before, did he?” he commented with a smirk.

I glared at him, tempted to tell him to fuck off and go find Liam instead. But the feeling of his fingers inside me and his mouth on my clit was too good to give up just yet.

“If all you want to do is compare yourself to Liam, then maybe I should go and fuck him instead,” I said, my voice laced with annoyance. “The Fae are very creative in the sex department, you know.”

Cyrus pouted, looking like a petulant child. “I just want to show you things that Liam hasn’t done yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like I was a virgin before Liam, you know. Unless you want to inquire about every activity I’ve done with every previous partner, I suggest you focus on the moment and stop comparing yourself to others.”

Cyrus seemed to take my words to heart, and his expression turned determined. He brought his cock up to my entrance, smirking as he remembered my reaction to its size. “Have you ever been fucked by someone as big as me?” he asked.

“No,” I admitted.

He slapped his cock against my clit, causing a passionate moan. “May I fuck you?” he asked, his eyes begging me to say yes.

“Do it,” I confirmed in a commanding tone.

He put his tip at my entrance and slowly pushed into me. My eyes widened at the nearly painful fullness. Cyrus cussed under his breath. “Fuck… You’re so fucking tight. It’s even better than I imagined…”

He began to slide painstakingly slowly in and out of me, and I noted with a mix of wonder, disappointment, and relief that he barely pushed more than half of his length inside me before withdrawing. It felt amazing, but I wanted all of him. Each thrust was a delicious torment, the slow drag of his cock making my toes curl. There was something incredibly intoxicating about the way he filled me, the sheer magnitude of him.

“I want to feel all of you,” I commented between moans.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he grunted, clearly struggling to hold back.

“I’m a big girl. I want to feel all of you,” I insisted, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Cyrus began to push deeper and deeper into me with each thrust, carefully measuring his pace and depth. Each groan from him was a hot breath against my ear. He paused, his voice strained. “Kate, you’re ridiculously tight. I don’t know how long I can last at this pace.”

I could feel my orgasm starting to build, a heady mix of pleasure and nearly uncomfortable fullness with every thrust. It was overwhelming. My thoughts were a chaotic whirl of sensation. He was so deep, so damn deep.

Without warning, Cyrus nearly slipped in the water and thrust all the way into me. I screamed, a raw mix of pain and pleasure, as his cock suddenly hit my cervix. He looked flustered, like he wanted to pull out, but I wrapped my legs around him, holding him in place. “Don’t stop. It feels so good,” I gasped, my voice desperate. The fullness was intense, almost too much, but exactly what I craved.

Cyrus hesitated, doubt flickering in his eyes, then smirked and began to thrust faster. Though he didn’t go all the way in, each movement sent shockwaves through me. “Fuck… Cyrus…” I moaned, writhing beneath him, grinding my hips closer with every thrust.

He groaned, “Your pussy feels so good. I want to fuck you like this for the rest of my life.”

“Keep going,” I begged. “Fuck me harder.” I whimpered in pleasure as he once again pushed a bit deeper. Every thrust was a mix of ecstasy and a hint of pain, his cock filling me so completely it was almost too much.

Cyrus’s pounded into me as if his life depended on it. Each thrust was a wild, desperate motion, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the buildup, a tidal wave of sensation, his cock stretching me in ways I’d never experienced before. I was so close, teetering on the brink.

And then, with one final thrust, he hit deep inside me again, sending me over the edge. I screamed his name in ecstasy, my body convulsing around him. The orgasm ripped through me, a storm of euphoria that left me breathless and shaking.

Cyrus shuddered, holding himself up for a few more pumps, his own control slipping further as he felt me squeeze around him. With a groan, he suddenly pulled out and came on my stomach, hot and thick. His eyes squeezed shut as he let out a deep, primal groan, his release as intense as the pleasure he’d given me.

He collapsed over me, barely holding himself up on his lower arms to avoid crushing me. His breathing was ragged, and he kissed me tenderly, a gentle contrast to the intense passion we’d just shared. His lips moved softly against mine, conveying a sweetness that melted my heart.

We lay there in the water, his arms around me, both of us catching our breath. The aftermath of my climax was a warm, comforting glow. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, a steady, reassuring rhythm. The cool breeze in the cave contrasted beautifully with the heat of our bodies, making every touch feel electric.

I sighed contentedly, running my fingers through his hair. “More,” I whispered, already craving the next time. The desire for him, for more of this, was an insistent pulse in the back of my mind. This was just the beginning.