Feral Mage 3: Chapter 32 -Sex Scene-

Callie held out her hand towards Bryce, taking his and pulling him towards the bed. Her legs spread apart, showing her wet slit, glistening in the low light. Her hand started on his belt.

“I’ll help you relax,” she said, pulling the belt out of the loop before reaching into his pants to pull his cock free.

She cupped his balls in her hand, gently massaging them as he started to become erect.

“Once we're both good and relaxed, then we can talk,” Callie said before she took his cock in her mouth.

The sound of her sucking him filled the room, and Bryce groaned as his hands ran along Callie’s shoulders, moving up and gripping her hair. He held her hair tightly, and she looked up at him with fire burning in their blue eyes, but she didn’t stop sucking. Her tongue ran up and down his shaft, and his hand shifted to run his fingers through her hair. She plunged herself almost to the base, trying to take as much of him in her mouth as she could.

When she pulled herself off his cock with an audible gasp, a trail of saliva still connected them. She panted and looked up at him, pulling herself free of his grip on her hair. Her face was flushed, but that fire still roared in her blue eyes. Without a word, Callie grabbed his shirt, pulled him onto the bed, and pulled the remaining clothes from his body. She shifted herself around until she was on top of him, her head by his cock and her pussy in his face. He felt the heat of her tongue running along his shaft, and Bryce let out a groan at the sensation.

“I hope you plan to use your mouth for more than just making noise,” Callie suggested as she stroked him.

Bryce smirked. “I am going to enjoy making you moan.”

His hands reach up, squeezing Callie‘s ass, as he pulls his face towards her pussy, and his tongue starts to run along her slit. As he teased her clit, Callie let out a gasp before she returned to his cock, her tongue tracing along his head as her hand stroked him, only to release it as she tried to take his full girth in her mouth. Bryce kept working around her folds using the tricks he had learned while pleasing Janna and Vex.

He felt Callie’s body tense as she gripped the blanket. His cock popped out of her mouth, and she started stroking him vigorously as she grunted like an animal. Her hips began grinding against his face. Bryce smiled at the noises Callie made and ran his tongue along her clit one last time before he stopped to tease her.

“Are you just gonna cling to the blanket like that, Callie?” he asked while thrusting two fingers inside her, feeling her sex tighten around them as Callie’s hips rolled, plunging them deeper. He heard her growl as she looked back at him.

“Enough foreplay,” she said, pulling herself away from his fingers, her juices coating them.

She turned around to face him as her legs straddled him. There is no hesitation as she grabs his cock and slides it into her opening. She was wet, hot, and he felt her sex was trying to strangle the life out of him. He set up, wrapping his arms around her as she squirmed to take his full length.

As she started moving her hips, Bryce’s mouth found one of her breasts, and he began to tease her nipple as Callie moaned and grunted while she rode him. His hands moved down her back to cup her ass as she ground against him. He tried to direct her movements, but true to Callie, she did her best to challenge that. Instead, he relented to squeezing her firm ass.

He saw her start to lose herself in the pleasure, and that’s when he made his move. Callie let out a gasp as Bryce flipped their position, pinning her under him on the bed. His hands came up to lock with hers as he continued to fuck her.

She looked up at him as if it were a challenge.

“Don’t think you’re in control just because you’re on top,” she said as her legs wrapped around his hips.

As he thrust into her, she matched his movement with her own. Both moaning and grunting as the sex turned into a competition of sorts. A hint of the rivalry they shared combined with their passion for each other. The winner would be whoever made the other come first, and he saw determination sparkling in Callie’s eyes that she intended to win, and it excited him.

Bryce kept plunging his cock into her as Callie’s pussy clenched down and her legs kept pulling him towards her with every thrust. They were in lock step with each other’s movements, just as they would get while sparring in the yard. He felt her nails rake against his skin as she gripped his back. Sweat glistened on her brow as she panted and moaned, but the fire remained in her eyes.

The fire excited Bryce, and his speed increased as he felt his cock start to throb. Callie must have felt it as well, as her legs kept him in her longer before they released.

“I’m—” Bryce tried to warn as he attempted to pull out.

Callie's legs locked and pulled him deep inside her. She smiled up at him with victory, her pale hair plastered to her face.

“Go on. I’m taking a potion,” she said, amused as her hips ground against him. Then she wrapped her arms around him and pull Bryce against her body.

Her tongue ran up his neck before she whispered into his ear. “Let me feel you fill me.”

Bryce groaned as he thrust deep into her with his release. Callie clung tightly to him as his seed poured into her. He looked down at her flushed face, brushed her hair away, and kissed her. She relaxed, releasing her hold on him, and he left his guard down.

Then the world shifted as Bryce found himself on his back in the bed. Callie once more straddled him as she vigorously rode him. The sounds of her moans, wet flesh, and the creaking of the bed echoed in the room. His seed was foaming around her sex by the time she hunched over, trembling. She took three last thrusts, her sex quivering on each one. On the last one, she looked down at him, running her hand against his cheek. The fire was gone in her eyes, just a look of satisfaction in its place, then she collapsed on top of them, and Bryce wrapped his arms around her.

“Just a nick. You sure she didn’t use poison?” Callie asked.

Her nude body was lying across him as she examined the cut from his fight with Isabelle. He could feel the beating of her heart on his chest, and was sure she felt his. Both were winding down from their heated sex.

“She wasn’t trying to kill me, and I don’t feel like I was poisoned,” he answered. “Trust me, I know what that’s like.”

Callie looked at him with a smirk.

“Oh? Surely my lover has never pissed off anyone enough that they would try to poison him?” she asked mockingly.

Bryce gave her a playful smack on her pale ass.

“Hard to believe, I know.”

She chuckled before rolling off him and moving to the wash basin. Bryce figured she was done with him, but a moment later she returned with a damp cloth and bandages.

“It’s a scratch,” Bryce said. “I’m sure your nail marks on my back are deeper.”

Callie shrugged as she started to clean the cut gently.

“Those are from us playing. This is an injury my lover obtained in battle,” she said before biting her lip.

Her blue eyes met his.

“I’m not good at expressing my feelings, and unlike Vex and Janna, I don’t have tails that show you my emotions. I do know how to tend to injuries, though.”

When the area around the cut was clean, she patted it dry and started wrapping a bandage around it. It was far more than such an injury warranted, but Bryce understood what she was doing. Every step in the process she took care with, being meticulous. Bryce’s grandfather once told him actions speak louder than words, and Callie spoke volumes to Bryce as she dressed the cut.

“There,” she said when she was finished.

Bryce placed his hand on her cheek, then leaned up to kiss her. She drew a deep breath, and they crawled back into bed together. When she playfully bit his lip as they broke apart, he knew they were about to start round two.