Chapter 62 - The Swirled Mark

[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-18. THIS CONTENTS MATURE CONTENTS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS]

Christopher was utterly tired, but he wanted his woman and would stop at nothing to take her.

As he climbed on top of her, he eagerly covered her succulent lips. His hand went inside the loose tunic she was wearing and quickly found a breast to knead on.

His touch quickly sent a thrilling sensation across her body, especially down to her pelvic area. Amanda moaned soon after he traced kisses down her neck. "Hmmmmm... Haaaahhhh..."

He sat up to take off her clothes and after seeing her naked; he marveled at her tight figure. He liked that his woman was not just sexy but had obvious firm arms, toned stomach, and legs.

Christopher kissed on her thighs while slowly making his way on her peach. He could feel Amanda taking heavy breaths and it further stirred him, thinking of how he had affected her that way. He went past her rose and continued to peck on her pelvic area. He kissed and suck on her belly before finding her perky breasts.

The second he put his mouth against Amanda's bosoms, he noticed her twitch. He grasped her mounts with both hands and alternately sucked on her breasts.

Amanda slammed her hands on the sheets. She threw her head back against the pillow, feeling goosebumps all over her body.

Soon, she felt his tongue on her abdomen, and when she noticed that cold sensation against her rose, Amanda gasped repeatedly. This part of their love-making always sent her into an ocean of pleasure.

She flushed when she realized, she was unconsciously raising her hips. She bit her lip trying to hold down her cries of pleasure. She literally could feel his tongue on her clit.

From time to time, Christopher brought up his tongue from her rose up to her clit, but mostly settled at the tip of her bottom lips.

With one hand, she reached for his hair while spreading her legs further wide. She loved what he was doing and she could not deny it and it reflected with how her body squirmed against the bed.

Not a moment too soon, she came, twitching her body altogether. "Hmmmm! Hmmmm... Aaaaahh..."

Amanda was still gasping for air when he sat up. She watched as he helped himself with his hand, further hardening his manhood.

Before he could enter her, he rubbed his full length against her entrance. It further sent her to heavens, feeling her pulsating peach simulated again.

Just when she thought he meant to tease her more, she felt his rod enter her. It slipped inside so quickly as she had been perfectly moistened by her own fluid.

"Aaahhhh! Fuck," it was Christopher's turn to moan. He savored the sensation for a second before he firmly held on to her thighs and begin his to and fro motion.

Back and forth, Christopher maintained his pumping motion for minutes, but when Amanda asked to kiss her, he leaned his body forward, raising her legs and resting them on his shoulders.

He supported his weight as he resumed his thrusts, but this time, periodically kissing on Amanda's lips.

"Amanda - Fuck, you are so wet. It's making me crazy," he remarked while taking a breather.

Amanda and Christopher returned to making out while doing the deed. She was also being sent into unknown heights, feeling his member penetrate her insides.

Her peach was still pulsating after her earlier climax and here was his stick, filling her completely. She was completely lost in pleasure and she acknowledged it through her moans.

The slapping sound of their flesh clearly filled the space of Amanda's room. It was the most audible sound and just hearing it further ignited Amanda's heat. She said, "I want -I want more. Can - can you do it faster?"

It was as if Christopher turned into a devil. His eyes narrowed and his nose flared with just the idea of hammering his hips against his woman... faster.

Since they had indulged in making love, he was always careful with Amanda, but hearing her give him a go signal, he said, "It is... my pleasure."

Soon the pumping sound became louder and faster that Amanda could not help but yelp more often. She covered her mouth as her entire body nearly jumped off the bed, bouncing at Christopher's every thrust.

The movement of two godly toned bodies inside Amanda's bedroom continued for another half an hour until Christopher finally reached climax.

"Urrgggh! Fuck! Ahhh!" He slammed his hips against Amanda's three more times while throwing his head back. He released all his swimmers inside of her before giving it one last thrust. "Ahhhhh! Scchhhh."

After making love, Christopher lay beside Amanda and kissed her lovingly. They tumbled and turned on the bed, groping each other and leaving their lips sore for an undetermined time.

Eventually, they fell asleep in each other's arms, with Amanda resting on his chest.

Amanda's eyes helplessly closed, but right before falling off to sleep, she said, barely a whisper, "I love you, Chris. I never regretted leaving everything behind."

He did not hear her. He had already dozed off before her. He was on a high and also exhausted that he failed to notice the appearance of a mark on his stomach. He merely softly hissed at the strange discomfort, thinking it was due to Amanda's weight on top of him.

The mark on Christopher's stomach appeared to be a swirl, in the size of a fist, and just outside the mark were obvious finger-prints.

After two hours of rest, the mark began to glow lightly in light blue. A voice crept into both the heads of Amanda and Christopher. "Master of fire. I sense you. Free me - Ugggghhh! Just a little more and you can free me! It is I the - No!"

Amanda sat up, gasping for air. She panted heavily, looking around and when she turned to Christopher's direction; she was taken aback as he too was sitting up, breathing heavily.

Christopher frowned and said, "Did you - could you have - "

"I'm sorry to wake you. I - I had a nightmare... I woke up all of a sudden," lied Amanda. How could she tell him that a voice was calling out to her in her sleep, moreover a voice that knew; she was the master of fire.

It was the same with Christopher. He feared that the evil magic inside of him had been awakened.. As he panted, he asked in silence, 'It's that voice again. Why is this happening again? Why? Why now?'