Chapter 47- Fallen and Found

NSFW: Flesh and Fantasy

Cyrus’s POV

I woke to the sensation of warm water lapping gently against my skin. Disoriented, I reached instinctively for my weapon, only to find nothing but air. My heart pounded, panic rising until the fog in my mind cleared enough to remember. The cave. The trials. Kate.

Relaxing, I exhaled a deep breath and let my eyes adjust to the dim, otherworldly light. Magical crystals cast a surreal glow, illuminating an ethereal figure looming over me. I tensed again until my vision focused. Kate. Sitting in the water near my head, playing with my hair as the hem of her dress floated in the water around her legs.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she teased, her voice a melodic blend of amusement and affection. “No need to search for your weapon. The only thing you need to be armed with around me is what’s between your legs.”

A smirk crept across my face despite myself. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

She laughed softly, the sound echoing gently off the cave walls. “Relax, soldier. I brought you some food and clothes,” she said, gesturing to a small bundle on the dry ground near her.

Kate moved gracefully, retrieving the food and clothes she brought. As she did, I couldn’t help but marvel at the changes in her. Her hair seemed longer and shinier, her movements more fluid and almost cat-like. There was a radiant happiness in her eyes, a lightness in her step that I had never seen before. She seemed more sensual, more alive, almost magical.

“It’s not your usual style, but you might come to appreciate the fashion around here after a while,” she explained with a playful smile.

I shrugged. “Guess I’ll have to get used to it.”

She helped me up and handed me the clothes – a long, flowing white tunic made of light, breathable fabric, with intricate embroidery along the collar and cuffs. The outfit included matching pants, equally light and surprisingly comfortable. The unfamiliar clothes felt weird, but I still appreciated the effort Kate had made.

“How do I look?” I asked, feeling the fabric against my skin. It was soft, almost too delicate for someone like me.

Kate’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she looked me over. “Like a sexy, out-of-place warrior that accidentally stumbled onto a runway. But it suits you.”

She pulled out two silver cups from the bundle. “Thirsty? I have juice, or… something better.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Something better, huh?”

Kate nodded with a mysterious smirk. “Nectar. It’s… special.”

Curiosity got the better of me. I took the cup of nectar, hesitating for a moment before drinking the sweet, intoxicating liquid. The taste was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, rich and warm, spreading a pleasant heat through my body. Almost immediately, I felt a lightness, a tingling warmth that heightened my senses and made me feel slightly euphoric. Kate watched me with a sultry smile, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Good, right?” she asked, her tone low and intimate.

“Yeah,” I breathed, the nectar’s effects already making me feel more alert, more alive. It was like alcohol but more intense, almost like a drug, making my skin buzz yet my mind sharpen.

Kate took a sip from her own cup of nectar, her eyes never leaving mine. The way her throat moved as she swallowed was hypnotic, the graceful curve of her neck drawing me in.

Her lips glistened with the sweet liquid, a soft sheen that made my heart race. I watched the way her tongue darted out to catch a stray drop, the sight making my cock throb with need. Her mouth looked so soft, so inviting, and I couldn’t help but imagine it wrapped around my length, moving up and down, her eyes locked onto mine with that same intense gaze. I imagined her throat working to swallow every drop of cum I gave her. The image was so vivid, so intoxicating, that I could almost feel the pleasure of it, the raw, primal need to see her on her knees, her mouth full of me.

Kate’s eyes danced with a devilish gleam as she lowered the cup, licking her lips slowly, deliberately, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. The way she looked at me, the heat in her gaze, made it clear that she wanted it too, that she wanted to taste me, to feel me inside her in every way possible. My pulse pounded in my ears, my skin buzzing with the effects of the nectar and the intense arousal coursing through me.

Feeling more alive than I ever remembered, the painful memory of the last trial surfaced, reminding me how close I had come to dying this time if Kate hadn’t shown up that moment.

A dark fascination gripped me, imagining the scene that could have unfolded. Kate arriving just a few moments later, finding my lifeless body. Would she have cried for me, tears staining her beautiful face? The image was morbidly satisfying. Would she have lived with the guilt, the torment of arriving too late? I reveled in the thought of her never forgiving Liam for leaving me behind, her anguish a testament to what we had meant to each other.

Before I could sink deeper into that abyss, Kate leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and insistent, pulling me back to the present. Her hands cupped my face, her touch grounding me.

“What are you thinking about so intensely?” she asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

I hesitated, the dark thoughts still lingering. “Just thinking about how pretty you look,” I lied, managing a smile. “Especially when you drink that nectar.”

Kate gave me a playful smile, her eyes searching mine for a moment longer before she seemed satisfied with my answer.

After we finished eating, Kate took my hand and led me out of the cave, guiding me through a dense, enchanting forest. The path was illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the trees, casting a mystical, ethereal light on everything around us.

Eventually, we arrived at a secluded, moss-covered clearing, its lush greenery bathed in the silvery glow of the moon. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, the intimate setting perfect for the night ahead. Every detail seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, creating a sense of enchantment that was impossible to resist.

I felt a rush of warmth as I watched Kate move, her sheer white dress clinging to her curves in the most distracting way. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, and the dress’s transparency made it abundantly clear she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She was like a vision, something out of a dream, her presence amplified by the effects of the nectar. Every movement she made seemed to pulse with sensual energy.

“You look like you could use some more rest,” she said, her voice playful and sultry. “Or would you prefer to join the Iele for a party?”

Shaking my head, I felt the weight of exhaustion but couldn’t resist her allure. “I think I’d rather rest and continue where we left off,” I replied, my voice husky with desire.

Kate’s eyes darkened with a mix of amusement and lust. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

She pulled me down onto the soft moss, her hands roaming my body with an urgency that matched the hunger in her eyes. Her touch was electric, making my whole body buzz with the caress of her hands. I felt like I was on fire, every nerve ending alive with feeling.

Kate straddled me, her dress riding up to her hips, revealing her bare, wet cunt.

God, she was so wet already.

The sight of her arousal glistening in the moonlight made my cock twitch in happy anticipation. The unfamiliar pants felt uncomfortably tight and restraining against my growing erection. I wanted to grab her hips, to feel her slickness against my dick, to guide her down and bury myself inside her until she screamed my name. The mental image of her grinding against me was almost too much to bear.

She leaned down, her lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both hungry and tender. Our tongues danced, the taste of nectar still lingering on our lips. Her hands moved to my tunic, pushing it up and over my head, her fingers tracing the muscles of my chest.

Groaning into her mouth, my hands found the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her bare, soft breasts rubbed against my chest as she deepened the kiss, making me feel breathless. My hands roamed her back, down to her ass, squeezing and pulling her closer. The heat emanating from her wet pussy was driving me wild.

Kate broke the kiss, her kisses trailing down my neck, her teeth grazing my skin. She bit gently, then sucked, leaving a mark that made my cock twitch even harder. Her mouth found my nipple as she moved lower, teasing it with her tongue and teeth.

I arched into her touch, my hands tangling in her hair. “Fuck, that feels weird but also so good,” I breathed, feeling her smile against my skin.

She moved lower still, her hands working on the ties of my pants. She pulled them down, freeing my erection. Her eyes darkened with desire as she took me in her hand, stroking slowly, teasingly.

“You’re so big,” she murmured, a hint of awe in her voice. “I love how you fill me up.”

Her words sent a thrill through me, but a part of me worried. “Doesn’t it hurt?” I asked, my voice rough with a mix of desire and anxiety.

“Sometimes,” she admitted, her eyes locking onto mine. “But it feels amazing too. I want to feel all of it.”

Her confidence was intoxicating. Watching her as she lowered her head, taking just the tip of my cock into her mouth, fulfilling my earlier fantasy, was overwhelming. The combination of pleasure and the lingering effects of the nectar made me buck into her mouth, my hands gripping her hair. It took all my concentration not to shove my whole shaft into her mouth, worried that she might choke if I pushed too far.

Kate’s mouth was a perfect blend of heat and suction, driving me to the edge of sanity. She looked up at me through her lashes, her eyes filled with lust and mischief. As she pulled back, her lips left me wet and wanting.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice equally demanding and pleading.

Crawling back up my body, she positioned herself over me. My cock twitched under her touch as she guided me to her entrance, then slowly sank down onto me, barely allowing the head to slide in. I groaned, feeling the tightness of her around me.

“God, you’re huge,” she gasped, bouncing lightly, patiently working more of me inside her as she adjusted to the size. “So. Fucking. Big.”

I watched, mesmerized, as she took more of me inch by inch. Her wetness made it easier, but the mix of pleasure and pain on her face drove me wild. The sight of her stretching around my shaft was almost too much to handle. I stayed still, mentally restraining myself and savoring every inch as she worked her way down slowly.

“Take your time,” I managed to groan through gritted teeth, trying to hold back. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She shook her head, determination in her eyes. “I want it all. Don’t hold back.”

With every bounce, she took more of me, her pussy stretching to accommodate my size. Finally, she was all the way down, my cock buried deep inside her. The feeling was indescribable; she was so tight, it felt like she was squeezing the life out of me. Lost in the moment, I felt her move, her walls like a warm, wet hug around me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hands on her hips, guiding her movements. “You feel amazing.”

She rode me hard, her hands braced on my chest, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The sensation of being inside her was a mix of pleasure and intimacy that went beyond the physical.

Once she seemed loose enough to take it, I started moving my hips, thrusting up to meet her movements. The feeling of sliding in and out of her was intense, making my balls tighten and my cock throb almost painfully. I could feel her tightening around me, struggling to keep the pace as I felt her edging towards her climax, and the thought of making her cum made me feel incredibly powerful.

“More,” she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. “Don’t stop.”

“As if I could,” I muttered, driven by a primal need to claim her, to lose myself in her.

Our rhythm became frantic, each thrust a declaration of our need, our connection. Lost in her, every fiber of my being focused on the heat between us. The world around us didn’t exist. It was just us, lost in this primal dance.

I felt every ridge and bump inside her, her walls slick and hot around me. She felt so good, but I wanted more, to shove myself up to my balls inside her. Flipping us over, I pinned her beneath me. Her eyes widened in surprise but quickly filled with desire.

“You like that?” I growled, thrusting hard into her.

“Yes,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back. “Harder.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Pounding into her, the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed in the cave. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. She was so wet, so hot, and every thrust felt like I was losing a piece of myself to her.

“Fuck, Cyrus… This feels so good,” she gasped, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

Her words drove me wild. Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them above her head as I fucked her harder. The intensity of the moment, the raw connection between us, was almost too much to bear, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.

“Take it,” I growled, my thrusts becoming almost brutal. “Take all of it.”

She cried out, her body arching beneath me as she came, her pussy clenching around me, milking me. The sensation was mind-blowing, the sheer tightness and heat of her making me lose control. I’d always worried about my size, the way past lovers had struggled with it, but Kate embraced it, reveled in it, and that drove me to the brink as I fucked her like an animal.

Burying myself to the hilt, I felt the rush of release as I filled her. The sensation of being that deep inside her, knowing she loved every inch despite the pain it caused her, was overwhelming. I came with a deep groan, my body shaking with the intensity of it.

Withdrawing from Kate, my cock remained rigid and pulsating, still reeling from the powerful climax. My shaft was coated in our mixed juices, a sight that made me smirk with satisfaction.

Looking down at Kate, her body splayed out beneath me, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, I could see my cum dripping out of her, a sight that filled me with an animalistic sense of pride and ownership.

Running my thumb over her pussy, I spread the mess. Kate hitched her breath at the touch, but I didn’t care, lost in thought, watching her intently. I couldn’t believe how incredible that felt, how intense and primal. Never had I experienced anything like it before, and I knew I never would again with anyone else but Kate.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice hoarse from the raw passion that had just consumed us both.

She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with exhaustion but still filled with a hunger that made my heart race. “More than okay,” she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips. “Perfect, even.”

Collapsing next to her, I pulled her closer, running my hand over her soft stomach and sides. The feel of her, the warmth of her body pressed against mine, was intoxicating. In that moment, I knew I would do anything to keep her by my side, even if it meant sharing her with Liam.

The thought of the Fae made my stomach clench with jealousy and anger. He would always be a part of Kate’s life, a constant reminder of the bond they shared. But I was determined to make sure I was Kate’s favorite, the one she turned to for comfort and pleasure.

I thought back to the way Kate had screamed my name, the way her body had responded to mine. Our connection was something Liam could never match, a deep and intense bond that went beyond just physical attraction. I was determined to make sure Kate knew it too, that she understood just how much I cared for her.

Holding Kate close, feeling her body relax against mine, I knew I would never get enough of her. I wanted to explore every inch of her, to make her mine in every way possible. And I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that happened, even if it meant competing with a Fae for her affections.