Quick backstory for this chapter:
Jack has lost his powers and found his way into a cult who worship death himself. While being force to join the cult to hide out, he discovers they also have a convent of girls captive, who have the ability to heal/revitalize its members through sex, which appears to drain/weaken the girls in the process. After befriending one of the girls, Claire, and a handful of the cultists, he takes it upon himself to try and stop the leader from executing one of the girls. Powerless to save anyone, he and Claire discover the only way his has to regain his powers is through her powers.
Claire crawled up the bed to where Jack was sitting, her eyes trained on his with desperation. He could practically hear them begging him to help her. He stared back at them sadly, his heart breaking as she drew up in front of him. "Please" she said, her voice shaking. "If there is a chance this will work, then we have to try."
He shook his head. "You know what happens if you do this" he reminded her. "Your life force… I can't be responsible for causing you pain. I don't want to…"
She shushed him, placing her finger on his lips. "I'm offering myself to you, willingly" she told him. "That should mean something. And even if it doesn't, if it gives you your power back, if it saves my friend tomorrow morning, then it'll be worth it." she moved in closer, pulling his face to hers, and planted a kiss on his lips. Jack felt the same wave of calming sensation wash over him, clearing his head instantly. She pressed forward in the kiss, forcing her tongue down his throat as he tried to push her back. Yet the more she pressed, the more he felt compelled to draw into her. He finally managed to break the hold from her, trying to form the words to tell her not to. But she whispered "it's okay. I want this." she trained his gaze up to her, and he realised she was telling the truth. She wanted to do this. She wanted him, right here, right now. And in that moment, he had to admit to himself he had considered being with her just as much.
No longer seeing any point in fighting it, he let her pull the covers aside to reveal his bruised and mangled body. Being a proper mortal meant his wounds no longer healed any faster. She didn't notice them as she pulled his boxers off of him, keeping her eyes on him. With the care of a nursemaid, she straddled him like an experienced rider, gently easing her weight down on top of him. He winced momentarily as she caught his cracked ribs, but otherwise only felt a searing heat growing in his crotch. Claire ran her hands along his shoulders, massaging the bruises in his neck as he watched her chest rise and fall in front of his eyes. When her fingers reached the tender patch of skin against his collarbone, he instinctively flinched from the pain. This startled her, making her pause in hesitation, before she leant down to kiss it better. The wave flowed over him again, and he felt himself reaching up to take her face in his hand. Her skin was soft to the touch as he lightly brushed her cheek with his thumb, before pulling her in closer to kiss her again. Their mouths locked together as they explored each other, both with tongues and hands. Hers found the back of his head, combing through his hair graciously. His reached up her back, following the curve of her spine as it rocked back and forth. Her hair billowed across their faces as she struggled to breathe properly, adrenaline convulsing in her pelvis as he began burrowing up between her legs. He felt himself prodding her midriff as she finally pulled away, pulling off her nightie over her head. She paused to stare down at him breathlessly, her body glistening in the light of the oil lamp. He looked up at her, his head fuzzy from the effect she was having on him. He tried to focus, on the sparkling irises, the outline of her neck, the gentle curve of her breasts, but his gaze kept wavering like he'd been drugged. She looked over his body, letting her fingers trace the bandages and bruises before coming together below her. She guided him into her, and he felt the tight squeeze as her body pressed around him. She gasped at the movement, and for a moment he feared she was in pain. Pulling himself up, he wrapped his arms around her and caught her gaze. They sat there for a moment, feeling each other's heart beat as they stared into their eyes. Jack brushed her hair aside as she leaned in for a kiss. He waited patiently for her to begin, and the two started to rock gently together. He let her lead, feeling her body rock up and down while his hands found their way down to her waist and bottom. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she begins to moan, the heat building up between them. When he was sure she was ready he began rocking against her, thrusting into her harder, the bed squeaking beneath them. She clung onto him as the passion intensified, the only noise they could make a rhythm of grunts and shrieks. Jack didn't notice the bruises, didn't feel any pain. He just wallowed in the heat of her body as she rode him, nourished him, while he fed her with all he could give. They needed each other. Whatever happened, they needed each other. Even as her body shuddered violently as Jack cried out in white hot ecstasy, they needed each other.
