Fate

No spark. No shock. No twinge. No discomfort. No surprise. No jolt that made us recoil from one another. As my fingers graced her palm only a warm tingling sensation began to radiate through us. It felt as though I had drunk a warm cup of coco on a frozen day. It started in the palm where we connected and quickly warmed my entire body. From the inside out it brought warmth, energy, life. It felt incredible and odd. Strange and fantastic. It lasted for several seconds, I can't guess how long, before finally fading. Though our hands didn't separate, the feeling left on its own. As if on one mind our hands rested down onto the table and we simply sat in stunned comfortable silence. A small smile on my face, but a wider one on hers.

After what must have been almost a minute, Cecilia broke the silence. Her head rested back against the wall and her eyes were closed. She was internalizing everything. “Leo… I can't say if I believe everything you said. I don't know if I want to or just can't, but… that was real. That was genuine. So unless you have some crazy magic and this is the biggest bullshit scam I can imagine, that was real. I… stand.”

I didn't know what to say, how to say anything. Yet as she asked, told, me to stand, I did so. Our hands still together. She stared down at our connection as she rose to her own feet. Her head roughly equal to my chest. She reached out and placed a gentle gloved palm against my chest. She spoke softly and almost dreamily. “I told myself I'd never find my Chosen. That this role as the Lord's Courtesan would always limit it to the stuffy rich. That… that I'd never find someone who's mine.”

“Cecilia… I don't really know what's going on. I've had none of this explained to me, but… I didn't come this far hoping that little shock meant nothing. Clearly it does, so… whatever comes, I'd like to face it head on.”

“I see. Then… I guess it's only right that I explain.” Still holding my hand Cecilia guided me to the bed where we sat down. She faced me with one leg tucked under herself. “A Sign is something that's largely dependent on the more dominant personalities' energy. In this case… you said you're a mage? Is your magic something to do with lightning?” I simply nodded in response confirming her suspicion. So does that magically designate her as a sub and me the dom? More questions for later. “The Sign is just the first touch, a transfer of energy that… melds the souls of the Chosen together.”

“You keep using that word. Chosen. What does that mean? Chosen for what?”

“The Chosen are what we call the… matches. It's when two people's souls are compatible. It doesn't mean you can't love another or you'll ever love your Chosen, only that they're compatible. Like… like a puzzle that just fits together.” Her eyes were immeasurably softer than when she first saw me. The way her lips curled into a small smile. The way her hand felt in mine. Chosen may not always fall in love, but I could see myself being one of the lucky ones.

Well!” She said finally letting go of my hand. She rubbed the top of her thighs as she tried to find a place to focus on. “Not all of them do, but…” Cecilia glanced to the bed for a moment before finding the right words. Either out of duty or interest. “Is there anything else I can answer or help with? We don't have to go to the bed, if you don't want to.”

“I wouldn't mind either option, or both. Both. Both are good.” I stood up and held out my hand. As I did so she glanced down and caught sight of the eagerness that had formed. Something I didn't even realize.

“I see the tea has set in. Don’t worry, it will fade in time. Unless you drink more it will be gone in a few hours regardless of bed activity.” I waited for her to take it before walking over to the luxurious bed. The sheets were simple but comfortable, the mattress equally so. It wasn't a purple mattress or egyptian silk, but leagues above what I'd slept in in the recent weeks. Least it wasn't straw bedding.

Sitting down onto the mattress I adjusted myself to be a little less stiff. At least to be able to sit comfortably, though the growing reason for my discomfort traveled down my thigh. It didn't help that Cecilia seemed to absentmindedly place her soft ungloved hand over my erection. She rubbed it gently as she spoke. “Tell me, Leo, what does my Chosen want with me tonight? Simple talks? Simple touches? Or does he desire something more with my presence? I'll warn you, the tea works both ways.”

“You make it impossible not to want something more. Especially when you're dressed like that and stroking me like this.”

Her hand pressed a bit firmer causing my legs to tense. Damn minx knew well what she was doing after all. “Oh? Am I? I just found something I want to sink myself onto. Really let it explore.” She eased her touching as she stole my attention away from the hand groping my cock to the hand that dragged her finger between her covered breasts. “Will you help me undress?”

Fuck… what was I supposed to do? Say no? Tell her to do it herself. Instead I just nodded and she smiled before turning around. She pulled her hair out to the front for me to see a small set of knots along the back of her suit. I undid each one starting from the top before she pulled the suit off of her chest. She slipped the top half off of her arms and chest leaving her breasts and back bare. For the time being she left the bottom half on.

“Leo… can you tell me something? This isn't just for the sex, right?” She held her arms across herself as a way to cover up, despite facing away from me. The sight of her back and the lewd display made me feel more than a little turned on. My cock strained in need before my kind caught up to the situation.

In my defense, I was a bit lost in the sauce to reply immediately. After a moment however I reached out and pulled her to me. Wrapping my arms around her waist as she yelped in surprise. I laid my head on her shoulder and spoke gently. “Cecilia… I know this is your- I know this is what you do, but if any part of you is uncomfortable lying with me, then we stop now. No questions asked. No argument. I… I know this is different than any other clients.”

“Just tell me this isn't just the sex? That you'll still care in the morning.” The fear in her voice did more than any refusal could. I knew there was much more to the story than she led me to believe.

“Where is this coming?” In response she tensed up before sighing. She let her breasts go and held onto my arms. Keeping them close.

“You're my chosen, but not the first man to claim to care. There… after I was sold to the Lord and given this role another man came to see me regularly. I hadn't been with anyone yet and he acted so sweetly. He walked with me and ate with me. We… grew close. I wanted him as my first client, to be my first ever, and he agreed. When the night came he still acted so nicely and kissed me passionately…”

“But?”

“After he finished, after we were done, he just left. It's not uncommon, most clients don't stay through the night, but he just told me I was worth the hassle and got dressed. He threw the covers over me as he did so he ‘didn't have to see me so disgusting’. Just left me and…” Cecilia broke into a fit of tears before quickly, too quickly, stifling them. She wiped her face, a smudge of makeup coming with it as she cut her emotions off. All in all the tears only lasted for a couple of seconds, maybe ten. “Just… tell me you won't toss me aside.”

I didn't know what to say. What to think. I had to figure that the job in itself was traumatizing, but to have someone use you in such a gross way. I held her close and tried to come up with something, anything. After a while, I did.

“Cecilia, can you face me?” My hands slipped away and she rotated herself. She didn't bother to cover up anymore but I didn't dare look down. My eyes fixed on hers. “I don't know what this all means. This chosen stuff. I don't know what I'm here for, who I'll meet, what I'll do, if I'll even survive it all. I do know one thing. Just one. Whatever this is, whatever it means, I want to figure that out. Can't do it alone. So, I want to figure it out with someone. Cecilia… can you- will you be my Chosen? Whatever this comes to, I'd like to have you at my side. To figure out what this means to us.”

“Wherever it leads…” She looked as if she were about to cry again before she launched herself onto me. Her arms wrapped around my neck as we entered into a deep deep kiss. Melting together as we laid back and her leg hooked over my hip. Her tongue graced my lips before my own met in the middle. Dancing together between out mouths as we burned hotter than ever. After an all too short eternity she pulled back. Warm tears running down her cheeks as she smiled so brightly. “I don't know either. It was selfish of me to expect a clear answer out of you, but no matter where it leads… I'm not losing my Chosen.”

My own smile mirrored hers before I pushed back and out lips became one once more. That same fiery passion burning between us as we rolled over the bed. Taking turns trying to take the lead. Laughing more with each failed attempt before we finally laid on each of our backs. Grinning like idiots as we calmed down slightly.

She rolled onto her side and ran her hand along my shaft. The pants did nothing to hide its size and heat. Nor the heat of her palm as it massaged my member. “Is this all for me?”

“Guess so, you'll have to open it to find out.” She flashed a toothy smile as she undid the button holding my pants up. The flap that laid over the top fell to the side and her hand fished into the depths before returning with her meaty catch. I lifted my hips and pushed the pants down as her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft. Stroking it gently.

“Very impressive, Sir. Is this going to be mine or am I going to have to share? I don't mind, so long as I get to lick everything clean after.” She held onto my cock as she asked. Once again I was lost and didn't know how to answer. I hadn't thought of sharing or anything else since I had decided to come here. I'd been with Yura but, for the most part, it felt like an act of convenience and desire. That was until she started asking me to cum inside. To claim her. Maybe…

“There may be one other, but I don't know if there's anything there anymore. She… we hit a rough spot.” All the while Cecilia continued to stroke my cock. Each time rising from the base to the tip and back again. She nodded knowing as she climbed a bit higher up.

“I'm sure it'll be okay. Even if she doesn't want you anymore, I do.” It was only as she finished that I noticed her breasts were perfectly flush my with face. She had a handful of dick and her other hand had reached around to scratch the back of my head. “For what it's worth, I can't see how she could turn this down.”

I look up at her and nodded before her hand pulled me in. She led my lips to her pink nipple and I eagerly latched onto it. Sucking the pretty pale tit as she stroked my cock. Her moans sounded my angels singing and I could feel a tension in my back each time she massaged my cock head. She jacked me off and let me suckle her perfect mounds before she pushed me back once more. I liked the more dominating side of her, but wasn't one to be pushed around.

Before she could straddle me I took the initiative this time. We rolled around for awhile longer before I landed on top. I took the chance to press my price against her crotch which dragged another long moan out of her lips. “Didn't think I was going to let you run everything, did you?”

She bucked her hips as she ground herself against my shaft. The fabric of her bodysuit rubbing along my member in an oddly rough but satisfying way. The damp cloth felt surprisingly good. “Is my Chosen going to have his way with me? Fuck me and kiss me?”

“I like the idea that I'm just going to do something we both want.” I leaned down and kissed along her neck and shoulder. Loving the soft sigh that escaped her as I traveled downward. My lips trailing lower in soft pecks before I reached her chest. One hand finding the suppleness while my lips wrapped around the other. My tongue swirled around her nipple as her fingers found the back of my head once more.

“Leoooo!” She gasped. Her voice was like music to my ears as it clung to my kind. My lips, tongue, and valuable attention focused solely on her pleasure and desire. “Pl… please keep going… down.”

What kind of man would argue with that? Not my dumb ass. Speaking of ass, my hands trailed down from her soft tits to her side before I took a firm grip of her peachy rear. Groping each cheek greedily as I scooted down leaving a trail of kisses down her chest and still sadly covered stomach. Something I was quick to rectify.

With a firm hold of her rear I lifted her up before undoing the rest of the knots hiding her from me. I peeled the fabric from her lower half. Dragging it away and to her legs before I threw it aside. While beyond sexy, the outfit didn't matter compared to the woman. Her toned stomach showed dedication to remaining fit. Though she bore no abs but next to no fat remained either. Either a healthy diet or simply exercise, Cecilia put in the effort.

As for her skin it was just as soft and smooth as the rest of her. Whatever lotion or oil she used did wonders to keep her skin damn near perfect. Maybe even magic? I made a point to ask later. Regardless of my mind wondering I leaned down once more as the clothing was peeled away. Kissing her tender skin and snaking my way lower and lower with each moment.

Finally as I had tossed the rest of the bodysuit aside I was given a full glimpse of her glistening slit. Pink and shining in the candle light. Only a thin strip of hair nestled above her sex. A red landing strip. My fingers teased the trimmed hair before I ran them over her lips. Cecilia's pussy was almost, fuck it- it was picture perfect. Her outer lips were pink with lust and gave way to the softest rosey folds that barely showed through the lips around them. Yet even then she was visibly wet. Her folds and lips glistened wonderfully.

“Leo… staring is impolite…” her voice ripped me out of the horny trance I'd been put under as I found myself laughing instead. Shaking my head in a bad attempt at denial that only made the woman below me giggle too.

“Sorry, sorry. Found something worth seeing and it caught me a little lost.” That got me another set of giggles before I cut them off. A single finger sliding through her folds instantly stopped those sweet giggles and brought me a long moan that sang to my ego. “Found something worth enjoying too.”

Cecilia didn't respond. Rather she just smiled and stared down at me. Her eyes shone with a little more than a subtle lust. I'm sure my own was just as vibrant. I found my way down and ran my fingers along either side of her thighs. Spreading them open just that bit more and relishing the view of my soon to be lover exposed.

My lips found their places along her skin and trailed closer and closer to her center. Soft kisses that seemed to elicit even more little gasps from those damned lips. Just hearing them made me want her more and more. I'll blame nature and my own manhood for those issues. Though she seemed eager to rectify them both all at once.

As my mouth finally found the way to her she reached down and took a handful of my hair. Each hand finding a firm grip. Though she seemed more interested in holding me back.

“Leo- I… this isn't normal. No one has ever-” She tried to hold me back but a little pressure and a long drag of my tongue cut her protesting short. My tongue parted her lips and tender folds gave way to her sweet moans. My thumbs find either side of her pussy and spread her lips open before my tongue begins to clean off her juices.

Each lick dragged another long needy moan from her. Each time she wriggled under my touch it filled me with eagerness to continue. And continue I did. Digging as deep as my tongue could possibly manage before focusing on her small nub. Bouncing back and forth between the two spots as I wanted, no… demanded her pleasure. I needed her to feel it all.

I can't say how long it licked and lapped at her before her hands **** me off once more. This time she didn't seem to protest the act. Instead she stared down at me panting and wore a blush almost as crimson as her hair. “Leo… please… please, I need it. Need you. Drawer… please.”

I glanced over to the table next to the bed and opened the drawer. Inside were several folded paper triangles. Six or so in total. Opening one of them inside was a surprisingly familiar sight. Rolled up into a small bubble like set up was a thin membrane. I found out later, made of fish bladder, nasty enough. Fucking condoms.

“You have to… or… trouble.” Trouble, gotta love that word. I didn't argue with her. Not my place to tell a woman the condom is too small for my gargantuan cock. Placing the center onto my head I rolled the membrane down my member. Though a little tight, it fit snugly enough to not be uncomfortable. Not like a latex one would stretch, these had little give.

Cecilia took the chance while I was dealing with the condom for her to reposition. Her face found the pillow and clung to it as her rear turned to face me. Her supple ass on full display with a shining pussy and puckered hole. Each of them begging for attention and something to stuff them.

Though I couldn't feel her heat or dampness directly it was still pleasant to have her. The feel of her pressure and the warmth that did encompass me was incredible nonetheless. I held onto her hips and slid my head against her slit. Letting her juices coat my covered cock before I eased the tip into her. A soft gasp escaped her as I pushed forward and deeper. Slowly easing my way inside her. Relishing every savory inch. Letting her relish them just the same.

“Leoooo!” She moaned beautifully. Singing for me in that perfect way. My hips started slow, sure to let her accommodate me comfortably. My thrusts start as slow and gradually speed up. Before long I'm almost pistoning into her. Nothing but her lips singing and ass clapping against my hips filled the gaps between us. Each time we collided her perfect ass rippled like the ocean. A wave of energy that traveled up her spine each and every deep thrust.

After a while I couldn't help myself and raised my hand back and brought it down. That rippling only magnified by the way her ass responded to my slap. The way her voice hitched before becoming even louder for a moment. The way she clenched down around me. I slapped her sexy ass once, twice, thrice more before she stopped moaning so freely. She stared back at me by that point, those beautiful eyes drowned in lust. My own remained fixed on hers as she cried out.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck… fu… fu… Leoooo…! I'm gonna- fuck me, Baby. Fuck me and make me cum!” I didn't need much more encouragement. I kept my pace, kept my depth. Her body responded by clenching down around me as her hips threw themselves back in desperation. Before long her body seized and she shoved herself onto my cock. Her eyes were squeezed shut and I could feel her body tighten beneath my touch.

After a short while she spoke weakly, but there wasn't any hesitation. “Take it off… please… I… I want to feel you. Not the cover. You.” She stared back at me as she pressed her ass back. That juicy ass that begged for me to spank it. The slight red mark on the side from where I did. She looked back at me and still had something between lust and desperation in her eyes.

Without waiting for an answer she pulled herself off. A long moan escaped her lips as she did so and turned around. Kneeling before me as she grabbed onto the base of the condom and peeled it away. She tossed it aside as it finally came free. Licking her lips before she brought them to the head of my member. Her tongue swirled around my soft cock head sending a sharp shock of pleasure and warmth through my body. She eased herself deeper and deeper before finally she took in nearly my entire mass. Her tongue expertly worked my senses over. I grabbed onto the back of her head and a long groan of my own escaped before she finally let me go.

She crawled back into the bed and laid down on her back. Cecilia ran her hands along her body. They started by groping and pinching her breasts before each of them landed on her glistening sex. With delicate fingers she spread her lips and beckoned me forward. “Leo, please fuck me like the **** thing you make me. All yours. So come fuck me like you want me.”

I didn't need a second invitation as I climbed up the bed after her. I ran my hands along her thighs as I took a short break between her legs. I dragged my tongue through her damp folds. The sweet tartness graced my taste buds once more as she grabbed onto my head and pulled me in deeper. She loved it as much as I did. I dug into her for only a few moments before she yanked my head back, a line of saliva between her pussy and my lips, “Fuck me, Leo. Don’t st- fuck me!”

Hearing her request once more I finished my climb with only a short interlude to wrap my lips around her perky nipple. Sucking on it greedily before my next stop came at her lips. Those soft tantalizing lips that I craved. Her hands wrapped around me and nails dug into my back and hair. At the same time my cock pressed into her slit without entering.

Between gasps of air followed by crashing together one more her hand slipped between us. Sharp nails teased my shaft as she lined me up. She rubbed my cock head against her damp slit, she coated my dick in her wonderful fluids. Without a moment to waste I pressed forward. Easing myself into her as she gasped against my lips. Oxygen escaped her as I started off slow once more and gradually sunk deeper and deeper, over and over. Her fiery pussy clenched around her cock and threatened to burn me so perfectly. Our hips reached a comfortable rhythm of collisions that brought me nearly all the way inside her.

I kissed and nipped at her neck as she moaned in my ear. The sweet scent of her lotion brought a sense of peace to the lustful act. That and with her nails that dragged through my back and hair, the way she sang for me to hear, the way her body clung to mine as her legs had wrapped around me. This wasn't sex for the act, this was far more. Either the connection or the raw desire, it felt as if every single thrust or moan or kiss was exactly as it should have been. Perfect in nature and timing. Eventually our passion began to become more **** as each of us came closer to cumming.

“Leo! Do it! Do it! Fuck!” She grabbed onto my face as my cock stretched her tight damp sex. My dick throbbed in need as her heat swallowed me over and over again. Each deep thrust brought me closer to cumming. As she screamed and beg for me to continue I couldn't fight it fight her. She held my face and stared into my eyes as she clenched around me. “Do it… cum inside me. Steal me. Make me yours, my Chosen. Steal me. Fuck me full of your thick seed and make me your slut. I don't care what comes. Who says anything. Just fucking take me and make me yours.”

My cock throbbed and balls ached. Each time she spoke and begged I knew it was my end. Whatever was going to happen, I couldn't give a fuck less. Not with her here. Not with Cecilia in my arms, her tits bouncing so fucking perfectly. Not with her pussy clamping down around my cock and the woman begging for me to fuck my cum into her. I couldn't hold back. Didn't want to. Didn't care to. Whatever came, I knew it would be worth it.

Three thrusts left. Two left. One. Slamming my hips down against hers we could both feel it coming and knew it was going to be a spectacular climax to the night. Slamming my hips down to hers, her tight pussy took everything. No thrusts left.

My dick throbbed almost painfully. My balls tightened. My back tensed and my hips crashed down to meet hers one last time as I finally gave in. Not that she left me with any choice. Not like I cared to find one. I shoved my cock into her entirely and groaned as her body stole everything from me. As my dick flexed. Pulsating. Each beat of my heart brought another thick spurt of spunk that stained her walls.

As I tensed and my back arched I felt a long slick tease travel along my neck. Cecilia ran her tongue along my neck before latching onto it. As my cum flooded her forbidden sex she sucked and nibbled on my skin. She left her marks on my skin as I spent my own inside her.

A simple breathy message brought another thick spurt to leave me as she nibbled on my neck and left lasting hickeys. “Thank you, Leo…”