Chapter 29

"Harder…oh fuck, make me cum…"

One of Mark's hands moved up, fingers finding and manipulating her clit while his tongue delved in and out of her, making sure each time to caress her inner walls. Pretty sure he could die a happy man right now. His wife's juices coating his tongue, running down his chin and his glowing eyes peered up at her, taking in her hands. She had peeled off her tank top, her bra long gone, and she was caressing and massaging her own breasts, rolling her nipples between her thin fingers. He nearly came in his own jeans.

The heat was too much, which is why the tank top and bra had to go. She was completely naked and burning up, needing him to quench the fire raging inside of her. The combination of his fingers on her clit while he continued driving his tongue in and out of her was too much for her to take. Brooklynn shrieked out his name, her voice echoing around the bathroom as she came hard, her juices spilling into his greedy, hungry mouth. Her body shuddered from the intensity, her mouth going dry and Brooklynn couldn't stop trembling, leaning back against the mirror while Mark finished drinking his fill of her.

"C-Christ…" Between Taker and Mark, they were going to kill her.

"Not sure how I feel about the new name." He rumbled, kissing his way up her body before finally claiming her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue. God, Christ, he smirked wickedly, pulling away and then turned towards the shower, quickly getting it going, adjusting the sprays. Shedding his clothing, Mark let his erection spring free with a sigh of relief before grabbing her still heavily breathing backside and stepped under the sprays.

"Better get used to it if you're gonna be making me cum that hard." Brooklynn remarked, trying to slow her rapid heart rate, only for Mark to claim her mouth passionately, the fire inside of him erupted.

Was it Taker or was it Mark? Maybe a combination of both. Whatever the case, whatever the reason, it'd been a while since Mark actually made her this breathless. Even in Mexico, it was lazy lovemaking and she had no complaints about it, but sometimes, she wanted it hard and rough. She wanted to be pounded the way Taker did in the dream and to be completely dominated. The water felt amazing gliding down her body, coating both of them since it was right above them. Mark had installed it specially and made sure the shower was big enough for them to fit comfortably since he wasn't an average sized man.

"It's my turn to make you see stars, husband." Gripping his cock, Brooklynn lowered to her knees and began suckling on his tip, moaning at the taste of him.

Eyes darkening, Mark braced his hands against the wall above her, staring down as he watched Brooklynn's tongue. She was starting to lick at the head of his cock, like he was ice cream, slow and leisurely. He let one hand drop down to bury itself in her hair, forcing her to raise her head just a bit, meeting her stare.

"Open wide." He ordered, one eyebrow slowly raising when she hesitated before doing as she was told.

That just made him harder, if that were even possible. Fingers splayed against the back of her head, he brought her face in, watching as, bit by bit, her lips engulfed him. Now THAT was a beautiful sight, watching his wife devouring his cock inch by inch.

Her nails dug into the back of his thighs, closer to his knees, as Mark managed to stuff almost his entire cock in her mouth. Not quite, but it was enough to where the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat. Brooklynn wanted to make him feel as wonderful as he did her with that pussy eating action. Slowly, she began driving him in and out of her mouth, moving her hands up from his thighs to his beautiful ass, digging her nails into his toned flesh. Brooklynn hummed around him, picking up the pace little by little with every thrust in and out of her mouth. The humming sent vibrations throughout his body, the same way his growls against her pussy did to her. It was payback in the most delicious way.

She was sucking and humming, caressing him with her tongue. All he wanted to do was take two fistfuls of her hair and fuck her sweet mouth until she damn near choked on the load he was likely to shoot. Mark had a feeling Brooklynn wouldn't mind, he still had a fairly tight grip on her hair and she was practically purring. First, she had been getting herself off in her sleep and now she was on her knees before him, his eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt her beginning to fondle his balls. She was swallowing tonight and he had every intention of 'abusing' magic to ensure he was able to go again afterward. Brooklynn wasn't going to be walking tomorrow.

She swallowed alright, every drop that he shot in her mouth as most of it went right down her throat. Brooklynn had started to deep throat him repeatedly and it was too much for Mark to take, his seed exploding just as his tip hit the back of her throat. It was a very good thing she didn't have a gag reflex or that would've been all bad. Brooklynn continued sucking him off, getting every last drop she could muster up and slowly pulled back once his dick went limp. Slowly rising to her feet, Brooklynn licked her lips, the water still warm hammering down on them and kissed up his chest, cooling him down.

"Mmm, I should make you jealous more often, husband…" She purred with a soft giggle, nuzzling him.

"You should." He agreed, his voice coming out a harsh, hoarse growl as he did exactly what he had promised himself he would. Mark abused the holy hell out of his magic, tapping into some personal reserves to get everything back up and running, so to speak. Whipping Brooklynn around, Mark planted her hands against the bar at face level, usually reserved for wash clothes. "Hang on." He ordered, nudging a knee between her thighs and slowly raised her up, reaching around to trail his fingers down her stomach to her inner thigh. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

"You'll be fucking me forever then because I'll never say those words. I love your cock inside of me and you know it." Brooklynn remarked, hanging onto the bar since she was being held up by his pure strength and couldn't believe his cock had already recovered.

Magic, it had to be. That wasn't normal unless she REALLY got under his skin with the little white lie on WHO she'd had the sex dream about. Hell, if it got THIS type of reaction from her husband, she would be doing this again in the near future. Mark wasted no time, already knowing she was ready for him and slammed his cock home inside of her, forcing a strangled cry out of her mouth. Her hands on the bar tightened as he proceeded to start hammering in and out of her, pounding her as hard, fast and deep as he could.

It was even harder than Taker had done in the dream and she didn't think that was possible. If she let go of that bar, she was going to face plant herself into the tile wall of their shower, though he was also likely to catch her first. Maybe. Mark was a little preoccupied at the moment. Being in the bathroom, surrounded by tile, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh was amplified, along with her cries and gasps as he took her.

"Such a pretty little cunt," He hissed, biting the side of her neck. "So fuckin' tight!" Even after all these years and one baby, he wouldn't be surprised if she was cheating with magic of her own.

Kegel exercises were the reason she stayed fit below the belt. It was the worst kept secret amongst women, especially those that had babies. Melina had explained it to her while she was pregnant with Claira. Of course, she couldn't do them until after she recovered completely from the pregnancy. Mark had gone stir crazy those 6 weeks they couldn't have sex and it took a while before Brooklynn got her sex drive back.

"Harder! Oh god, harder, Mark! Make this tight cunt cum for you!" It was amazing she had actually called out the right name because all would come crashing down if the other came flying out of her mouth.

Brooklynn could not recall the last time they had intensity like this during sex and hissed out at his teeth piercing her neck. Hoping he didn't leave a mark unless it was somewhere she could cover up. His next bite did leave a mark, but she'd be able to cover it, right on the back of her neck. Marking territory, like some savage beast, and he felt like one. Keeping one arm around her to support her, on top of her holding the bar, Mark reached over her shoulder, letting his fingertips skim her throat. Feeling her pulse point quickening right before his hand wrapped firmly against her throat, he felt her swallow against his palm. He was almost instantly rewarded with another coating of her juices surrounding his cock.

It wasn't a bad strangulation and Brooklynn couldn't recall ever cumming as hard and fast as she did, drenching his cock in her essence. One hand left the bar to reach back to bury her fingers in his hair, both moving in time with the other, even with the velocity of his thrusts. He asked if she gave up and wanted him to stop, receiving a harsh no in response.

"Cum for me, Mark…I wanna feel you explode inside of me, baby…" She breathed, pretty sure her vocal cords were strained and knew he had to be close, especially when she gushed a second time, his hand never leaving her throat.

"Not happening until you beg, darlin'." He was a bit too far gone to notice the changes that were emerging, though Brooklynn probably had.

Taker knew she had purposefully provoked him and he wasn't hijacking the body either. He and Mark, without Mark realizing it, were both on the same page about making her cry 'uncle' so to speak.

She was begging though! Just not the way he wanted her to, or rather she wasn't saying the words he wanted to hear. Brooklynn was starting to feel a little pain from how many times she came, combined with the water, which was slowly starting to turn cold.

"P-Please…" The only way to end this was to give him what he wanted. Mark could be extremely stubborn when he wanted to be and…if Taker was truly awake and sharing the same body, Brooklynn didn't stand a chance. "I-I can't take a-anymore…p-please…PLEASE END IT!" Before her pussy wound up broken and it couldn't be used again.

"Better, precious…" He bit her again, his tongue lathing the area and receded, letting his counterpart take over.

Music to his ears, Brooklynn begging for an end. Mark delayed just a few minutes, listening as her whimpers and gasps became harsh, struggled breaths. Finally, he pressed his head to hers, fingertips digging into her hips as he came, shooting what felt like every liquid in his body into her.

It was a combination of pleasure and pain when he climaxed, rocking her body's foundation. She could feel her walls spasming around him, almost to the point of suffocation and screamed out his name again. Being called 'precious' told her Taker was indeed awake. Mark NEVER called her that, it was always darlin' or Brooklynn. It seemed as though Mark had no idea what was going on, what was happening and Brooklynn didn't know how to stop it. Or if she even wanted to stop it.

Mark hadn't been the same with domesticated life and she missed the fire and passion between them. Becoming parents was also responsible for their dwindled desire because who the hell wanted to make love or fuck with a screaming baby or ornery toddler? She let go of the bar as Mark set her on her feet and turned her around, passionately kissing her to steal even more of her breath, what little she had of it the moment. Was this Mark or Taker kissing her? Did it even matter?

"D-Definitely b-better than any actor in the g-galaxy…" She mumbled in a stammer against his lips, neither realizing the water had turned cold.

"You're goddamn right." Mark remarked arrogantly, flipping his soaked hair back over his shoulder, staring down at her with a smirk curving his slightly parted lips.

He gave her a slow once-over, taking in the heaving chest, the flush in her cheeks going down her neck. She looked thoroughly fucked, he liked it. Brooklynn was also starting to shiver and, whether she realized it or not, she was getting cold. Reaching behind her, he turned off the water before slowly guiding her trembling frame out of the shower. Mark wrapped a towel around her body and lifted her in his arms since her legs were wobbly, carrying her to their room. He set her down and she stopped him from walking away, bringing his face down to hers to softly kiss him.

"I love you." She murmured, staring into his eyes and meant it for both parts of him, not just one.

Maybe she always loved both sides and Taker was right, she had been in denial. Claira was more like Taker than she'd ever admit, especially when it came to her volatile temper. Luckily, it didn't surface often, and it was the reason Mark had Bound her magic. That would have to come to an end because Claira had to learn to control it if Mark couldn't find a 'cure' for her. Now that Taker was awake, maybe he would come out to talk to Claira and convince her magic wasn't as bad as she thought or scary. Maybe he could train her the right way.

"I love you too, darlin'." He yawned, feeling a bit off balance because she had drained his balls and magic only went so far. Personal energy was required when using it. He'd be pulling that trick again, however, it was worth it. "Let me get you some clothes, you're still shivering, Brooklynn." The water had gotten rather cold, but neither of them had noticed until way after the fact. Hell, he still felt like he had fire coursing through his veins and it was warming him from the inside out. "You sure you don't want me to block your dreams?" He asked quietly, passing over panties, sleeping shorts, and a fresh top.

"No, I'm fine."

That was the only way to communicate with Julia and Taker right now. She slipped the panties and shorts on before pulling the tank top over her head while he pulled on some dark grey pajama pants. Better than I have been in a while, she thought, wondering if that had to do with her blistering dream with Taker or the mind-blowing sex she just had with her husband. Maybe it was a combination of both. Snuggling down into bed, Brooklynn felt him join her and wrapped his arm around her waist, his face burying in her hair. Within minutes, she was fast asleep with a content smile on her face.