She sank to her knees in front of him, her hot breath tickling his hardness in an incredibly erotic manner. Malcolm stared down at her, excited, but also a little frustrated by how completely she had him dominated. Rose closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against the head of his erection, sending a burst of pleasure through Malcolm’s crotch.
It was more than just sex for Rose. Every champion, spryte, and demon had a certain activity intrinsically linked to their powers. It was unique to each of them, and not only served to focus and recharge their gift, but also helped a spryte or demon in the midst of an episode come back to reality.
Rose’s focus activity just so happened to be sex. Malcolm watched her press her lips against the side of his shaft, slowly sliding them around to the front so she could give it a quick, teasing suck. He groaned and wished that his hands were free, feeling a bit tortured by having no control.
As though to emphasize that fact, Rose slowly stood to her feet. She pulled her sweatpants down, wiggling out of them and looking slightly more aware of Malcolm’s wandering gaze than she had before. She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, and Malcolm’s entire body hummed with anticipation of what was about to come.
The shadow tendrils seemed to lift Rose up and into position. She slid herself down onto his rod, a cute, very girlish expression coming across her face. Malcolm felt her gyrate once, grinding her crotch into him. She was tight, and the feeling was amazing.
The bonds holding his arms had softened slightly. Malcolm pulled against them, unwilling to be restrained for a moment longer than necessary. His hands came loose, and Rose’s eyebrows went up with alarm as he took hold of her in his arms.
Malcolm thrust up into her, walking forward as he did. Rose let out a small squeal as they tumbled down onto his bed, Malcolm landing on top of her. He reached out and grabbed her wrists, pinning her down and grinning at the sudden role reversal.
“My turn,” he whispered.
Rose’s legs wrapped around him as he began to pump into her, moving at a fast rhythm from the very start. The blackness was already starting to fade from her eyes, but Malcolm found that it wasn’t his main concern. All he cared about was her soft body, her big, perfect breasts, and the tight reward he was thrusting into between her legs.
She seemed to submit to him, as though by breaking out of her bonds, Malcolm had also broken her will to take charge. He knew that if she really wanted to, she could easily restrain him, even as flustered and erotically distracted as she currently was. Her powers were more formidable than his, but in the realm of the bedroom, it didn’t seem to matter.
Malcolm had one hand on Rose’s waist and the other on her breast. He pushed her back against his bed as he moved, enjoying the feeling of her nipple rubbing against the center of his palm. Rose was letting out low, regular moans. He pushed into her with all the strength he had, intent on making their reunion something to remember.
She came first, seizing up in a sudden fit of sensual shivers that seemed to take all the tension out of her body. Malcolm lifted one of her legs up and shifted her slightly to the side, giving himself a better angle to enjoy her from as he chased after his own release.
It didn’t take long. Malcolm pushed in as deep as he could go as he went beyond his limit, only thinking clearly enough to pull out a second or two into the orgasm. He made a mental note to change his sheets later that night and tried not to think too hard about whether sprytes could get pregnant.
Rose slid up to cuddle next to him, resting her head on his chest. The shadow tendrils were gone, and her eyes were completely back to normal. Other than the faint purple hue of her skin, Rose was no different from any other woman in her post-coital state, relaxed and sleepy.
CHAPTER 4
“How are you feeling?” asked Malcolm.
Rose lifted her head up, resting her chin on his pectoral muscle.
“Lucid,” she said. “And hungry. I haven’t eaten yet today.”
She smiled at him. Malcolm ran his hand through her hair.
“I was worried about you, you know,” he said.
Rose frowned, and looked a little surprised.
“You were worried about me?” she asked. “I’m a spryte, Malcolm. A scary monster that you, as a champion, are supposed to be hunting.”
He smiled.
“Maybe I’m just playing the long game,” he said. “Luring you into a false sense of security with sex and tenderness before finally springing my trap.”
Rose laughed, the sound of it soft and sensual. Malcolm leaned his head back on his pillow, still smiling to himself.
“Seriously, though,” said Rose. “Do you have anything to eat?”
Malcolm shrugged.
“Not much,” he said. “Maybe some leftovers from last night, but you’re welcome to them.”
Rose stood up, only then seeming to become aware of how little she was wearing. She found her sweatpants and pulled them on, along with one of Malcolm’s t-shirts.
“You know you left some of your clothes here before the start of your last episode,” said Malcolm.
“Do you not like me wearing your t-shirts, Malcolm?”
Rose turned in a slow circle, showing off the stylized circle graphic on the front, along with the curves of her body underneath the fabric.
“I’m fine with it,” he said. “Just letting you know in case you want something that fits.”
“You’re such a gentleman,” she said.
Malcolm followed her out into his kitchen. She reminded him slightly of a wild cat, full of poise and elegance, but impossible to tame or restrain.
“Hmm…” said Rose, examining the contents of his fridge. “More leftover pizza? You need to learn how to cook.”
“I go somewhere else when I want a home cooked meal,” he said.
“Tapestry’s house, you mean.”
Malcolm winced. Rose smiled at his discomfort.
“We’ve been over this before,” she said. “I am fine with you and her being close, and even intimate.”
“I doubt she’d feel the same way if she knew about you,” said Malcolm.
Rose shrugged.
“I’m a spryte.” She took a small bite out of the piece of pizza she’d liberated. “I doubt she’d be alright with you even talking to me, let alone… other things.”
Maybe this is the real reason why I’m pushing Tapestry away…
Rose walked over to Malcolm’s couch and took a seat. He hovered behind her, still feeling curious about her sudden appearance.
“Do you remember much?” he asked. “From your episode, I mean.”
“Bits and pieces,” said Rose.
He waited for her to continue, finally getting too annoyed by her silence.
“And?”
“I didn’t hurt anyone, if that’s what you’re wondering,” said Rose. “I just… hung out in the shadows. It felt like being a wild animal, lost in the city. It was confusing, and frightening, and… not something I want to dwell on.”
“Sorry.” Malcolm came around to the front of the couch and sat down next to her. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
Rose took a tiny bite out of the pizza crust. She shrugged.
“I remembered something else,” she said. “Not from my episode, but… from my life before.”
“You did?” asked Malcolm. “What was it?”
Rose furrowed her brow, tapping a finger against her lips.
“It was a house,” she said. “Not here in Vanderbrook. In Halter City. I think it was… my old house. From when I was younger.”
“Your childhood home,” said Malcolm. “Do you remember where it was?”
Rose frowned.
“Why does it matter?” she asked.
Malcolm thought about his childhood home. It had been destroyed by his brother, violently, with his mother still inside. He thought about what it would mean to him to get another chance to see it, with all of the memories and nostalgia held within.