28. Remina
The fire crackled; its warmth was a welcomed reprieve against the biting mountain cold. The remnants of Seraphina"s elixir worked its magic, mending the wounds of our injured. The scent of healing herbs mingled with the smoky aroma of the burning wood, creating a comforting ambiance around our makeshift camp.
Slade and I sat side by side, our eyes fixed on the dancing flames. The glow illuminated the exhaustion etched into the faces of the pack, their fur still damp.
Around the fire, the wolves huddled in communal silence, their eyes reflecting the weariness of both body and spirit. The mountain night enveloped us, shrouded in an air of tension as we contemplated the challenges that awaited us higher up.
"We"ll rest here for the night," Slade declared, his voice a low rumble with authority. A collective sigh of relief swept through the pack, the tension of the day gradually yielding to the embrace of the mountain night.
I conjured another log for the fire with a sweep of my hand, the flames dancing to life in response to my magic. Its glow cast flickering shadows on the cave walls, creating a play of light and dark. The wolves, their eyes gleaming in the firelight, found solace in its warmth.
As the pack settled, we shared the remaining provisions and whatever stories of courage and close calls we could muster. The camaraderie was a balm to our weary souls, a shared understanding that we were bound by a common purpose—to reach the Blackstone estate and uncover the secrets that lay hidden within its walls.
The mountain night descended further into darkness, and with it came a tangible stillness. Slade and I took stock of his pack, ensuring each member received the care they needed. Seraphina"s elixir, though limited, proved invaluable in alleviating pain and expediting the healing process.
A whisper of a breeze carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a reminder of the rugged terrain that surrounded us.
Slade and I touched base with the other teams through text messages, each confirming their decision to halt for the night. They had faced similar trials.
As the night wore on, a restlessness tugged at my senses. The mountain seemed to hold its secrets close, and the unknowns ahead weighed heavily on my mind. I turned to Slade; the firelight casting shadows on his determined expression.
"I want to move forward a bit, scout for traps, clear the way for the morning," I suggested, my voice a mere whisper against the mountain night. Slade met my gaze, his eyes reflecting understanding and resolve. "Not alone you"re not, but I admit I don"t want to put my pack at any more risk," he affirmed, rising to his feet.
Together, we ventured into the shadows, leaving the warmth of the fire behind.
The night clung to the mountain like a shroud as Slade and I pressed forward, the darkness broken only by the dim glow of the moon and the occasional flicker of my magical light. The rugged terrain crunched beneath our boots. Every rustle of leaves or distant sound sent shivers down our spines. Our senses were heightened, our steps cautious, as we wove between the looming rocks and dense vegetation.
The silence between us was interrupted only by the occasional exchange of hushed words, our breaths visible in the chilly night air. Slade, with his wolf-like instincts, moved with a silent grace that mirrored the creatures we sought to protect. I couldn"t help but admire the way he navigated the treacherous terrain, each step deliberate and purposeful.
We encountered several traps, cunningly concealed beneath layers of leaves and branches. My magic hummed to life, unraveling the spells woven into the traps and rendering them harmless. The tightness in our postures eased with each successful disarmament.
After a few hours of scouting, Slade proposed we make camp in another nearby cave. The decision hung in the air, a move that balanced the importance of our mission with the need for rest. I agreed, knowing that every moment counted in our quest to reach the Blackstone estate.
The cave stood before us, a black void within the mountain"s embrace. We entered cautiously, the air cooler within its confines. I conjured another fire, its warmth dispelling the chill that clung to our clothes. The dancing flames cast shadows on the cave walls.
Slade"s suggestion to make camp was logical. "The pack can catch up in the morning," he remarked, his voice low yet reassuring. "Logan will lead them to us."
As we settled by the campfire, the dim light played on Slade"s features, casting a golden glow on his rich chocolate skin. The flickering flames danced in his golden amber eyes, lending them an intensity that captivated my attention. The tension that had gripped us earlier gave way to a more relaxed atmosphere, a break from the perils that loomed beyond the cave entrance.
As the flames crackled, casting playful shadows on the cave walls, Slade shot me a mischievous grin. "So, Remina," he began, his eyes glinting with a teasing light, "ever been on a mission quite like this before?"
I raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze. "Oh, you mean with acid rain and traps that seem to have a personal vendetta against us. Can"t say it"s a regular occurrence."
He chuckled, the sound echoing through the cavern. "Well, aren"t we in for a treat, then? Who knew saving the day came with a side of perilous weather and surprise obstacles?"
I couldn"t help but smirk. "I thought it was all glamour and glory. You know, the hero swooping in, looking all dashing."
He leaned in, the firelight playing on the contours of his face. "Well, if you"re into dashing heroes, you"re in luck. I happen to know one or two."
I rolled my eyes, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, please. I"ve seen your kind before. All swagger and no substance."
Slade feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Ouch, Remina. That hurts. I"ll have you know; I"ve got layers. Like an onion. Or a really good cake."
I chuckled at his analogy. "Layers, huh? So, what"s your deepest layer, wolf boy?"
He leaned back, his eyes holding a glint of amusement. "Well, that"s a secret I only reveal to those who can handle the truth."
I arched an eyebrow, a playful challenge in my gaze. "Oh, I can handle it. Try me."
Slade"s smirk widened. "You sure about that? It might just change your life."
I leaned closer, our banter weaving through the air like an invisible thread. "Change my life, huh? Well, I"ve been looking for a little excitement lately."
He chuckled softly, his breath mingling with mine. "Excitement, adventure, and maybe a bit of danger. Sounds like a plan."
The cave"s mouth opened to a breathtaking view of the night sky; a cosmic tapestry painted with stars. Eager to share this celestial spectacle, I extended my senses through the rocky walls, channeling my magic to reveal the vast expanse of the heavens from our sheltered haven. The cave transformed into a celestial observatory, and the night sky spilled into our refuge, casting a mystical glow.
Slade, sensing the shift, joined me at the entrance. He pulled me gently into his lap, and we settled against the cave"s rough wall. A quiet moment passed between us; our silence filled only by the distant echoes of the night.
I traced constellations with my finger, connecting the dots of distant stars to form imaginary shapes. The rhythmic crackle of the fire punctuated the stillness, creating a serene backdrop to our shared contemplation. Slade"s steady heartbeat beneath my fingers served as a grounding rhythm, syncing with the universe unfolding above us.
"Beautiful," Slade murmured, his voice a low timbre that echoed through the cave. I nodded, not trusting my voice to convey the depth of the beauty that surrounded us. The celestial display seemed to weave a tapestry of connection between us and the cosmos, a moment frozen in time.
"It's funny, isn't it?"
I perked up and shifted on Slade"s lap, leaning onto his shoulders to gaze up at him. Instead of looking back at me to elaborate, his gaze was fixed on the twinkling stars above. I narrowed my eyes, jawline ticking in annoyance.
"Are you going to elaborate, or are you waiting for me to ask?" I drawled out.
He finally stared back down at me with a beguiling grin. "Fuck you."
"With pleasure," I grinned, looking up at the constellations and moving my shoulder back to bump his chest. I never thought we'd be stuck in a cave together, and yet here we are. "Give me a time and place."
He snorted, pinching me on the thigh before I swatted him away.
"It's funny how there are more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand on every shore in the world, isn't it?" he questioned, and if I weren't so comfortable, I would have gawked at his ridiculous question.
"Seriously? I didn't think you could be platitudinous," I retorted in a dry tone and utter disinterest.
He whistled, arching a brow. "Big word."
The corner of my mouth tipped upward. "Fuck you."
"Sure, how about right now?" he huffed, capturing the bottom of my chin.
"You think I won't?" I questioned, leaning closer with a mischievous, wicked smile. One arm returned to tug at his hair, drawing Slade in as I nipped his bottom lips.
His fingers that had been gripping my chin only tightened with the other to squeeze my thighs.
"If you want me to ruin you so badly, then you just have to say so," he rumbled before capturing my lips. The small campfire crackled just a few feet away, capturing the burning inferno sweeping and threatening to take me with it.
I wasted no time in pulling away, spinning my body around so I was straddling his thighs before plopping down onto his already thickening cock. I squeezed my legs tighter on both sides and leaned down to press a light kiss to his lips, teasing him with just a slight slip of my tongue.
Something which soon turned animalistic, heated—desperate.
Our tongues fought as we hastily tore one another's clothes off with the stars and the fire as our only light source. Slade's rough hands gripped onto my hips, nails digging and making a shudder rock down my back as he lifted me, only to slam back down on his clothed thickness.
I raked my hands into his tousled hair, as I rode him in a pattern, hips swirling in little circles.
"Mm, Slade," I mewled as he suckled on my tongue, his finger tweaking and pinching my beaded nipples. He let out a groan as he pulled me slightly away and dipped me while using one hand to support my back so he could capture a bud into his mouth.
One of his free hands went to hook around my tights and thong, shimmying it to the best of our abilities with me straddling his thick, muscular thighs. Finally, off and completely naked, there was something erotic and arousing in knowing how wrong this all was. We were surrounded by danger yet couldn"t take our hands off one another.
The chances of someone stumbling were slim, but certainly not none either.
Butterflies exploded in my stomach as we pulled away, our eyes locked onto one another, and I was drowning in those eyes piercing me like a ravenous animal. His pupils were blown out of proportion, making him look almost deadly and sinister.
Swallowing down the growing lump, he shifted himself and looked down between us, his nose flaring at the space where his strained cock was pressed onto his sweatpants. I couldn't imagine how painful it must be.
I was baffled when he laid down, propping himself up with his elbows.
"Sit on my face, Salem," he instructed. His Adam's apple bobbed, and my face started to burn from his command. "I want you dripping when I finally ram my cock into your tight small cunt and have you milk me dry."
My core ached and pulsated at his request, and I bit my swollen lips. "I might…suffocate you."
"Good," he chuckled darkly, almost snarling as his hands managed to grip the side of my thigh and hauled me upward. He didn't seem to care about my knees scraping across the floor. He shifted and bucked his hips slightly upward, sliding my drenched core across his glorious rock-hard abs. "Baby, if I fucking die with your thighs wrapped around my head, I will be the happiest man alive."
My heart thumped erratically in my chest, and I felt my knees growing weaker by the second from where I had been kneeling. He grabbed onto my ass; our eyes locked as I worked with his impatient hands to settle my weeping pussy right over him.
Staring down almost shyly at how he stared at my pussy.
The mess I'd become from just his kisses alone and grinding all over his cock.
"Slade," I shakily called out, and he only squeezed my rear tighter.
"Are you going to lower yourself and let me feast, or are you waiting for a damn sign? If so, I'm giving it to you," he drawled out. It took away some of my nervousness, just a little bit in knowing he was still the same sarcastic asshole.
Swallowing down the butterflies, I lowered myself slowly until his lips touched between my inner thighs. I gasped at his mouth tenderly, probing at my entrance, drawing each of my folds into his mouth and groaning. The vibration sent shock waves, making me gasp.
I pinched my nipples, arching my back as my head lolled back.
Without any hesitation, his tongue slid between my swollen pussy lips, teasing and tormenting me with the gentle touch of a man who had me at his complete mercy. I lowered myself more, gasping and moaning when his contact became stronger and more certain.
"Oh … f-fuck," I choked out.
"What a greedy pretty pussy you have, baby," he marveled, spreading my swollen lips to expose the drenched pink inside. The first lick of my pussy made me almost jump out of my skin. I couldn't help myself as I pinched and tugged at my nipples, especially when he started to spread my ass and bounced me onto his mouth with each thrust down.
Making me insane by the way the tip of his nose brushed and rubbed onto my sensitive clit.
"S-so good, Slade," I gasped, wiggling and finding myself starting to lose all control.
He grunted, sweeping over my moist folds in firm glides, using his whole mouth to make me feel him. I could see his hips slowly starting to rock upwards as he feasted on me. It didn't take long until I lost all semblance of care of his ability to fucking breathe, dropping all my weight downwards onto his face to the ragged groans of pleasure escaping his lips.
"Oh … fuck. Dirty little witch," he groaned. The vibration only caused my core to clench onto his tongue in the process. My hips moved on their own, shifting over him and helping him work me higher and higher.
My thighs were shaking and quivering in the best way, and I palmed my breasts, not caring in the slightest now if anyone heard us.
"Please … please, I need more," I mewled weakly.
Suddenly, I felt the sting on my ass.
It caused me to yelp in surprise when the smack of Slade's hand came out of nowhere. A moan escaped my dried lips as my back arched, keening in the way that he spread my ass cheeks apart, eating me out like a man on death's row while continuing to spank me.
I felt right there at the edge.
So close, just toeing at the very edge of insanity.
I just needed that push.
Almost as if Slade could read my mind, he plunged two of his fingers into my soppy wet pussy, and the orgasm took hold of me until I was screaming myself hoarse. My pussy clung to his fat fingers. I was riding out the wave of ecstasy, feeling it push me towards the edge until I was exploding into a realm of pleasure that I never experienced.
I was dizzy, my heart pounding so loudly I could feel it against my eardrums.
In the blink of an eye, I suddenly looked up at the moon, not toward the darkness ahead of me.
My back hit the dirt floor; legs spread out as Slade hurriedly shoved his hand down between us, pumping his cock a few times with a maddening look on his face. Seconds later, he spurted his thick, hot cum with a loud groan all over my breasts and stomach.
His eyes still trained on my body; I gradually ran my fingers through the mess he had made all over my breasts, sliding the thickness across my breasts and stomach, marking me as his. Afterward, he pulled me up by the hair and stuck two cum covered fingers into my parted mouth.
I moaned, batting my eyes up as I hooked my legs around his thighs and hauled him back down.
It seemed this was going to be a very long night for the both of us.