Outlander (Borealis) by Ellie Bay

body.
    Before I could catch my breath, Theophanes dropped the knife
and slid the sphere over my belly. It was very hot and when he rolled it over
my sensitive nipples, I recoiled.
    “The heat is erotic,” Marcus said. “It feels sensual as it
glides over your soft skin.”
    I tried to quiet my thoughts and concentrate on what Marcus
was saying. He was right, it wasn’t that hot. The sphere wasn’t burning me or
hurting me. In fact, it wasn’t that unpleasant at all.
    “Look at me,” Marcus ordered. When my eyes locked with his,
he smiled that suggestive smile of his. “Do you know what it’s doing to me, to
see you spread wide like that, naked and helpless? Oh, the things I want to do
to you when we get back home.”
    My pussy started to swell.
    “This is only a training session. Theophanes is playing a
part. Focus on how the sphere warms your skin, softening it.”
    “My Light will burn you!” Theophanes warned.
    “The Light excites you,” Marcus countered, in a silky
voice. “Open yourself to it.”
    When the hard surface of the sphere glided easily over my
wet clit, the sensations were intense, but delightful. I pushed my pelvis
towards the sphere and moaned. I wanted to be filled with its heat.
    Theophanes’s sheathed cock, now fully erect, pressed against
my sex.
    “That’s my cock. I am going to drive myself into your wet pussy.”
Marcus gently slid his thumb into my mouth and I sucked on it, tasting him.
    I sealed my eyes shut and lost myself to the fantasy that
Marcus was plunging his cock inside me. It was Marcus, not Theophanes or
Boreas, inching his cock beyond my folds and into my tight channel. My muscles
gloved around his hardness. I rocked my hips as his rhythm met mine.
    “Yes, my love, like that.” Marcus closed his lips over mine,
allowing his tongue to sensually explore my mouth.
    His cock was now deep inside me, thumping against my womb.
My clit hardened and engorged as my pelvic muscles contracted. Sweet, arduous
pressure continued to build.
    He thrust himself deeper until I was filled completely with
him. The tension in my pelvis pitched to an almost uncomfortable crescendo,
sending erotic tendrils that reached out from my core. I moaned into my Dom’s
mouth. When ecstasy finally came, it crested like fierce waves that drowned me
in pleasure.  
    Deliciously sleepy and sated, I opened my eyes. I was
instilled with a peaceful calm when Marcus released my mouth and pressed a kiss
on my forehead. “You did it, Claire.”
    Relieved and a little proud of myself, I grinned and allowed
myself to exhale.
    Theophanes braced himself against the table and leaned into
me. He was panting and covered in sweat. Exhausted, but back to his serene
self, he mirrored my smile. “You will do fine.”

Chapter 9
    Marcus eyed me intently as we lay naked on our bed. “You
must have questions.”
    That was an understatement. Theophanes and the ritual training
had left me shaky. “When Theophanes was inside me, I fantasized it was you and
it felt so real. But what was going through your mind as he…you know?” I looked
down, unable to meet his eyes.
    “If he had been unsheathed or not performing a proper
training for ritual, I would never had let it happen.”
    “But what about when the ritual is real with Boreas? How
will you feel then?”
    He crawled on top of me, holding my hands above my head. “I
am not jealous of Boreas if that is what you mean.”
    That was hard to believe and it stung that he wouldn’t be. I
wriggled and the faintest smile appeared on his lips. “Why not?”
    “He is God and you are a submissive. Your union is sacred.
It is my job to facilitate that union and perform the Goddess rituals.”
    I struggled with my Dom’s sense of right and wrong, but he
was consistent. There were rules and he was going to follow them. Though Marcus
was obviously in a playful mood, I still had questions. One in particular kept
gnawing at me. “You said before that you exist only to love