KindredWriter: Gotta show 'em who's boss sometimes.
Dog: Uh... ruf?
Months have gone by since I last posted anything, longer since I updated this so I'll be doing that now. To be quite honest the fact I hadn't written this until now is mind-boggling to me but better late than never. I will not promise to post more frequently because then shit happens. Anyway enjoy!
Chapter 18: I Can Help You Ragna!
When she initially visited his room at such a late hour Ragna had no inkling such an ulterior motive brewed beneath her usual innocent grin.
Disarming to say the least– figuratively and literally.
Although Ragna wasn't blameless for his current predicament. Excusing the fact that Celica was one of the only people he remained vulnerable around because the girl posed no threat and she'd invaded his personal bubble enough for it not to bother him anymore, his eyes were, for lack of better words, preoccupied. Nothing caused by magic or supernatural intervention but controlled solely by male instinct.
Unsurprisingly Celica had a separate outfit specifically for bed. Ragna didn't have any pajamas since his boxers served the purpose and sometimes a tee-shirt if it got chilly, tonight being one of those nights. For Celica he envisioned her style to be more… childish. After catching and aiding a roaming, sleep-walking Noel back into her proper room, the baby blue panda pajamas she wore seemed more up Celica's alley than what the magus showed up in.
Outside his door in a camisole and shorts, her hair released from its ponytail, presented the magus in rare form. It wasn't that Ragna was oblivious to her attractiveness but this had been the first instance he'd truly seen this bundle of bubbly innocence in a sexual light. It was dazzling. The choice words he readied for whoever thought knocking on his door in the dead of night when he was trying to get some sleep was a good idea fell away, left tongue-tied at the picture-esque optical feast.
Only when Celica made her move was it revealed to be a calculated ploy.
A gravelly yet pleased noise grumbled from him while a satisfied moan escaped Celica's as she eased him down her throat. Wet kisses, playful teases and experimental licks became long escorts into her tight mouth which left the man dazed and panting. Attentive and dutiful in her efforts to please him and succeed she did.
"Celica… fuck." They were the only words he managed to gruff out. She looked up at him with her stuffed mouth and Ragna could practically hear her saccharine voice.
"Does it feel good?"
Half-lidded eyes observed the kneeling magus savor him like a popsicle on a hot summer day. Simply watching her work was enough to make him throb like crazy. For a person who set aside frivolous activities like this to focus on his goals, admittedly fairly ignorant to the hows-and-how-dos as Kagura was one to constantly point out, Ragna didn't think it could get any better. He was at the edge and wouldn't last much longer. However, his climax would arrive faster than he anticipated with her next move.
There was nothing complicated or grand about what she did. Nonetheless, watching her, Celica, a girl he assumed was devoid of any impure thoughts –at least until roughly ten minutes ago anyway– guide his hand onto her head to push forward proved to be more visual stimulus than he could endure. It all came crashing down as his body bucked slightly off the mattress, a pleasurable numbness coursing through his body approaching and reaching his release. Such an abrupt end gave Ragna no time to notify her of the proceeding orgasm as a rush of thick semen barrelled forth.
That didn't trouble her in the least.
Hearing her gratefully gulp all of him down caused his jaw to drop. Ragna cataloged all her moans and sighs, documenting the way she wildly bobbed her head and stroked him. Only when she'd ensured he was bone dry, slurping, jerking and squeezing to scavenge any remnant like the last bit of toothpaste in the tube, did Celica release him from the confines of her mouth. She made a show of licking the smear of spend on the corner of her mouth before standing up, the indent of her knees embedded into the carpet.
"I told you I could help you, Ragna~" Gorgeous brown eyes gleamed with a hypnotic sensuality. She leaned forward, purposefully drawing attention to her braless stature. Celica ghosted a finger along the arch of his erection as it twitched with new life and whispered with a seductress' timbre, mounting him, "Can I help you with anything else?"