Finally, the next installment. Sorry for the delay and for the errors, this hasn't been checked for mistakes yet but I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer! Smut ahoy people! Enjoy!
The Broken Pane by PoorQueequeg
Chapter Fourteen
Will holds Magnus' hand tightly and leads her along the corridor towards the back stairs. It's dark and airless, the narrow space smells strongly of wood polish as Will holds the carved banister in one hand and begins to climb. He doesn't turn to look at her face as he leads her up the narrow, creaking steps, afraid she'll pull away or tell him to stop if he looks her in the eye. The staircase is steep and winding and the rapid ascent makes his head throb. Will puts his free hand out and braces himself dizzily against the wall.
"Oh Will," Magnus utters as he turns to slump against the panel beside him. She reaches up and cups his face in one hand, stroking across the bump on his head with the other. "Your head. You need to slow down..."
Will raises his arms and wraps them around her, pressing his face into her neck and breathing in her scent. "I don't want to sleep alone" he murmurs against her skin, his hot breath tickling her. Magnus sighs and lets her arms slid around his body, stroking slowly up and down his back. Will raises his head slowly and presses his lips to hers. "Please" he whispers, worrying her lips with his own. Magnus sighs and opens her mouth, his tongue slipping inside. Her nails stroke up his neck and across the back of his head as they kiss slowly, tenderly, deeply. The stairwell is quiet but for the sound of their breathing as they remain in a clinch for an interminable time. Will pulls her body hard against him, the of one hand fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as the other slips around to cup her breast through her shirt. She moans his name into his mouth.
Pulling back abruptly, Will looks at her flushed face, her eyelids closed and her breath coming out in short pants. He licks his lips and grasps her hand and begins to climb the stairs again, Magnus following behind. They emerge on remote section of the upper level and although he's been here once or twice, they generally stay out of this section of the Sanctuary. It's Magnus' private space and only she and the Big Guy ever really come this way. Most of the Sanctuary is beautifully decorated in her eclectic style, old antique pieces mixed with more contemporary ones but as they walk along the dim corridor he notices the walls are decorated with unusual pictures, rough cubist sketches on yellowed paper. He stops in front of one of a woman's body without a head, soft curves rendered with block shapes.
They stand hand in hand in the dim corridor and Magnus tilts her head, looking at him with soft, sad eyes as he examines the picture closely. "This is you," Will states quietly, turning to her. She nods gently and quirks her lips in a ghost of a smile. "It's amazing." Her eyes drop as he searches her face, his expression quizzical, gently demanding an answer.
"It was drawn by a friend of mine. He died very young," she says softly. Will tips his head at her, questioning. Magnus' eyelids flutter closed and he squeezes her hand. "His name was Henri," she explains mournfully. "He was killed in 1915. He was only twenty three," she says so sadly his heart constricts. He tugs on her hand and pulls her into his arms. Magnus smiles and presses her forehead against his, tilting to one side to avoid the red lump on one side. Will feels strangely nervous suddenly as it dawns on him how much of her he still has to get to know and wonders if he will ever truly know her. He opens his eyes to find her looking at him strangely.
"I've never been in your room," he murmurs and she nods slowly and steps back, still holding his hand. She leads him a few more steps along the hall until they reach her door. She opens it and together they step into the darkened room. Magnus leans forward to turn on a lamp and Will takes a moment to look around. It's a large sitting room decorated with modernist artworks in mismatched frames. There are unusual pieces of sculpture dotted about between old furniture and there a beautifully carved granite fireplace lined with art nouveau tiles. The room is vaguely futuristic in an old fashioned way and Will has no doubt he's staring at a small fortune. He stands inside the door and Magnus looks at him wondering what his keen powers of observation are telling him, oblivious to the fact that even now, although Will can see a lot of things about a lot of people, she's still a total enigma.
Their eyes lock and she smiles at him. He can't help but smile back and watches as she walks across the room to another door on the far wall. She opens it and disappears into the darkness. Will takes a few steps forward and hears the hiss of a match. Peering through the doorway he sees her bent in front of the fire dropping a match onto a flaming log. She rises and turns to him. "Instant firelog," she tells him with a grin and his eyes drop to the green flames flickering around the square block in the hearth. Will smiles and hovers in the doorway. Magnus arches a slender brow at him. "You can come in you know, Will," she chuffs, vaguely amused by his reticence. He's spent the last few days desperately haranguing her to let him in and now he's here he seems a little lost.
Licking his lips, he steps inside nervously. Magnus switches on another lamp and moves closer as his eyes fall on the four poster bed against the wall. Standing beside him, she reaches for his hand. "You should get some rest," she tells him softly and Will turns to her trailing his fingers up her arm.
"Will you lie down with me?" he asks quietly. She nods, smiling at him and leans forward to place a light peck on his lips. She turns away and opens a wardrobe and Will pulls his t-shirt over his head, wincing a little as the collar rubs against his forehead. He steps forward and sits on the edge of the bed, putting his t shirt down beside him, unsure if Magnus will appreciate him throwing his clothes on the floor. He starts to unlace his shoes, watching her back as she steps out of her heels and untucks her blouse from her skirt. She turns to face him as she unbuttons it slowly and he watches intently as her pale skin appears inch by inch. She shrugs it off and drapes it across an ornate chair and Will rises from the bed to push his jeans over his hips. Her eyes rake over his body as he bends down to tug his pants over his feet. He rises and meets her stare, his eyes flickering over her bra as her hands twist on the waist of her skirt, turning it around so she can unfasten the button. She holds it with one hand as she steps out of it and Will stares at her agog.
She stretches out her arm elegantly and drops the skirt onto the chair with her blouse and Will swallows, reaching to pick up his own clothes before stepping towards her. She watches him as he approaches and drops his clothes onto the chair with hers, standing close in front of her utterly naked. He looks her up and down slowly, his eyes sticking to the black ruffled strips of her garter belt as they stretch across her thighs to meet the lacy tops of her stockings. She leans back against a polished mahogany dresser and bends her knee as she reaches for the clasp. Will's gaze flicks up over her shoulder to the mirror behind her and admires the flex of the muscles in her back before dropping back down to her manicured nails. He reaches forward and brushes her hands aside, his fingertips gently trailing over her skin as he unfastens the garter slowly, first one leg and then the other. She reaches up and undoes the belt from her waist and it falls against the dresser with a gentle clack, her buttocks sliding back across the surface as Will bends her knee up, her foot coming to rest against his hip as his fingers slowly peel the sheer black fabric down her leg.
Magnus watches his face as he undresses her, smiling to herself at the intense look of concentration, the furrow on his brow. Her eyes fall to his crotch, sliding over his toned stomach and the V of muscles as her gaze slips lower to where his impressive erection stands proudly between them. Her inner muscles clench at the sight of him, not too long but deliciously thick. The memory of how it felt to have him inside her makes arousal coil in her belly as his fingertips pull the final stocking from her leg and slide gently back up her thigh. Will raises his chin as his hands clasp her hips and leans forward to kiss her insistently. Magnus closes her eyes and kisses him back hungrily, opening her legs wider and wrapping them around his waist as he presses her back against the mirror. Her hands roam over his biceps, up across his shoulders to caress up and down his back. He needs to rest, she tells herself but she can't help the moan that escapes her as his hardness brushes against her pubic hair. Will pulls back and clasping her hands, tugs her to her feet. She tilts her head one side and turns in his arms, stepping back against him as she opens a drawer to find a nightgown. Her ass presses against him and his hands slide around her body over and over until his fingers hook into the elastic of her panties and pull them down over her hips.
Magnus tilts her head back and falls against him as he continues up her body to slip the straps of her bra over her shoulders. She raises her head to look at their reflection in the mirror, his eyes glazed and his expression somewhat deranged as he divests her of her bra and cups her breasts in his palms. She lets out a languid sigh as he caresses her nipples gently, catching them in the spaces between his fingers and twisting his hands around gently. She clutches the silky fabric tightly in one hand and lets her other reach up into his hair as he strokes her, pressing her ass back against his cock. It slides teasingly between her thighs, rubbing over the soft lips of her pussy to bump against her clit. Magnus shudders in his arms, the nightgown dropping silently to the floor beside her and Will turns to look in her eyes with a smirk. On seeing her hooded eyes and sultry expression he tangles his fingers into her hair and kisses her hard.
Magnus hums into his mouth and slides her free hand over his, guiding it down between her legs. Will catches on and immediately begins to rub her clit in slow circles, groaning when he finds her already achingly wet. Magnus begins to moan in earnest, grinding her hips in time with the movement of his fingers over her clit and he presses against her so that she's trapped firmly between his hand and his hips. Together they stagger forward slightly and she releases her grip on his head to brace herself against the dresser. Will takes the opportunity to bend her forward, his fingers still buried in her hair. His eyes run across the smooth expanse of her back stretched out before him as Magnus groans helplessly beneath him, grinding her hips in mad circles against him. "Oh yes Will," she gasps uncontrollably. Will presses his hips against her and his cocks slips and slides across her centre, her wetness causing a hot stab of need to spike through his body.
Will slowly slides the head of his cock from front to back across her pussy and up through the crease of her buttocks, nudging wetly against her puckered anus. He stares transfixed, he wants so badly to take her there but he holds back, sliding back down to her pussy and pressing against her. Magnus arches her back and cries out with a stuttering breath as his thick cock slides quickly and deeply into her. Will gasps and they both press against eachother, holding still for a long moment as the strong muscles of her tight wet pussy clench at him. Will chokes out a sob and his gaze falls onto Magnus face in the mirror before him, her eyes screwed tightly shut and her mouth contorted in a grimace of pleasure. Slowly he pulls out of her and tugs gently on her hair before sliding back deep inside. Magnus presses her fingers against his hand and Will feels like he's trying to pat his head and rub his belly at the same time. He thrusts into her hot body sloppily and his fingers jerk against her roughly. Magnus eyes fly open and their gazes lock in the mirror. Will mumbles her name incoherently and pulls his fingers out of her hair, sliding them down her neck and around her body to pull her upright against him. The change in angle opens her pussy further and they both gasp as he slides deeper into her. Magnus eyes fall shut again and her head lolls against his shoulder as she pants uncontrollably. Slowly, Will resumes stroking her clit with one hand while the other caresses her nipples, tugging them gently.
Magnus is, rather unhelpfully, squirming and writhing in his arms. He's pressed so deeply inside her that every jerk of her hips squeezes him so tightly he think he might come any second. His knees tremble and he's gasping in her ear, chanting her name over and over "Helen, Helen, Helen." Magnus opens her eyes and stares at him, her gaze pleading.
"Oh please Will, please, I'm so close" she babbles. Will gazes into her eyes and takes a deep breath, pressing forward to kiss her firmly on the mouth before gripping her hips and shoving her forward slightly. Magnus releases a cry of surprise as he slips out of her and turns her in his arms to face him. Before she can protest, he pulls her close again and slips his tongue into her mouth, kissing her hungrily. She responds eagerly and wraps her arms tightly around him, allowing him to guide her back against the dresser. One hand slips down to her ass, squeezing firmly and she hitches her leg to wrap it around his waist. Will hoists her up and she clings to him desperately as he turns them around and carries her to the bed.
They collide with the edge of the mattress and tumble against the sheets, a tangle of limbs as she squirms against him with need. Will braces himself on his arms and begins to slide his lips and tongue wetly across her skin, across her neck and down her body. Magnus clutches at his head as he suckles one breast, pressing the flat of his tongue against her nipple and dragging his teeth lightly across the puckered flesh, across her chest. She groans in frustration, her clit tingling with need, her whole body thrumming with desire and anticipation as his lips move gradually down across her stomach. He nuzzles the soft flesh of her inner thigh lovingly and she parts her legs wide. Will stares at the pink lips of her exposed pussy, the scent of her causing him to emit a feral growl as he presses his face against her heat.
Magnus clutches at his shoulder with one hand, the other twisting the bedsheet in her fist as he begins his assault. The tip of his tongue dances teasingly around her clit, flicking up and down before circling the engorged nub and sucking it into his mouth. He scrapes his nails up and down the insides of her thighs as she grinds against him. Moving his hands up he cups her buttocks and she raises her hips as the flat of his tongue strokes across the soft folds down to her ass and back again. She cries out as he penetrates her pussy with his tongue before moving back up to her clit. She lets out a strangled sob as he slides two fingers inside her, twisting his wrist around in a circular motion and flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue and she shudders and shudders and comes, her inner muscles clenching wildly around his hand as a sharp, hot wave of pleasure washes through her body from her centre.
Magnus falls back against the pillow, her body trembling as Will kisses his way up her body, sucking on the skin of her thighs hard enough to leave an angry red ring. He repeats the process across her stomach, up over her breasts and her collarbone. Will pushes himself up on his arms and admires his handiwork, a trail of dark red lovebites marring her pale skin. Magnus opens her eyes and looks up at him lazily, her skin flushed and her expression wild. His cock trails wetly across her body and she opens her legs to cradle him. Will shifts and presses against her, the head of cock slipping easily inside. He grunts, his eyes dark and wide and she gasps as he thrusts into her hard and deep. She clutches at his shoulders, her nails scratching his skin leaving vivid red trails and he hisses, staring down into her wide blue eyes before thrusting into her again. She twitches beneath him, her breasts jerking with the force of his movements and he pumps into her hard and fast and she moans his name.
His whole body is throbbing, his head aches and he feels like he's going to burst into flame at any moment. "Ah...I...Helen..." he chokes out and Magnus can feel how close he is, his whole body going rigid, taut like a violin string above her. She digs her nails into him and shoves him back hard, his cock slipping out of her with a wet smack. Her legs won't cooperate properly but it seems effortless to Will, the way she pushes him upright and slides down in front of him, taking him into her mouth.
Will clutches her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as she slides her lips across his hot, throbbing flesh and takes him deep. He jerks into her mouth uncontrollably and Magnus sucks on him, her cheeks hollowing out as she drags her lips up his length. His hips jerk erratically and he comes hard, his milky white cum spilling across her lips and tongue.
Will feels unbearably dizzy, his head spinning and he lists to the side, collapsing onto the bed gasping for breath. Through slitted eyes he watches as Magnus licks her lips and crawls towards him with a hungry expression painted across her face. He reaches for her, pulling her close against him and clinging to her desperately.
"Helen," he gasps as she holds him tightly and presses her lips to his temple, his eyes falling shut as he slips into unconsciousness.