Le Buque

Sarah watched him as he walked in front of her. She wished his resolve would dissipate. She didn’t want to harm all the people that they all knew would be unavoidable. She loved him, even if it was only known to herself. She would walk to the ends of the world for him, but fooling people and killing? She was having a hard time with this. And far worse than his plans for the world were the people they were traveling with. But alas, she would stay with him if it cost her life.
He seemed to be a bit down lately. She wished there was something she could do to cheer him up, but she knew her magic wouldn’t help. He was seeking his own death, and nothing was going to stop him. He was quiet as he entered the inn, in one swift motion; he signaled that he wanted to be alone. Her heart sank.

“Sarah, could I speak to you?” his gentle voice carried through the door.

She rose from her seat and entered his room.

“The preparation is almost complete. Albert and Yuber are adding the final touches.” She told him in anticipation of his question.
“I see….Sarah, are you tired? You look pale.” He asked as he watched her intensely.
“A little. Large scale illusions are exhausting to create.”
“Please, take care of yourself. Now that we’ve lost the backing of the Harmonian army, we must rely on your powers.”
“I know.”

She paused and inhaled deeply.

“Luc….Are you really going through with the ritual?” She asked with concern.
“Absolutely. The ritual is my only hope.” He answered sensing her worry.
“I see.” Her heart sank lower.

He rose from his chair and made his way to her removing his gloves as he did.
“Don’t worry over me, Sarah. I don’t deserve to live.” He told her as his bare fingers brushed against her face.

She reveled in the feel of his coarse skin. He took his hand away and removed his jacket, throwing it on the bed. She looked him over; his shirt clung to his toned arms and chest in all the right places. He was extremely attractive, she had always wished for the chance to be his. Suddenly his hand came back and cupped the nape of her neck as he pulled her face to his. He kissed her softly as if unsure of her reaction. She didn’t pull away as he thought, or rather, as he’d hoped she would. He was torn between wanting her, and knowing he couldn’t keep her. Not with what he had planned.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, deepening his passion and their kiss. He pulled at the bow of her dress and it came undone almost instantly. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat and she prayed he would continue as her coat fell to the floor. She was in a simple dress after that and he could see her womanly shape clearly now. He broke away from their kiss with an apologetic look in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He said as he placed his hand over his eyes.

She exhaled sharply. Damn it!

“Don’t be.” She said as she reached down for her overcoat.

He looked at her and she could tell his will was beginning to falter. She came closer and laid her head on his shoulder.
“You’re still alive for the moment. If there’s ever anything you need, especially if I can easily provide it, don’t be afraid to ask.”

He hugged her then, tightly. When he released her, he took the clasp out of her hair and watched it fall around her.

“Stay with me just a bit longer.” He almost demanded of her as his hands grasped at her waist.
She didn’t fight him off.
“It’s okay.” She whispered in his ear.

His hands traced her stomach up to her breasts. She almost shuddered at his touch, but she didn’t want him to know that she was scared. He grasped them firmly and massaged them through the thick material of her dress. She could feel her heart in her throat again. Their eyes met and her cheeks flushed with color as she realized he could see she was enjoying this. There was a lust in his eyes and a crooked smile dancing across his face. He waved his arm in the air and listened for the locks on the door to click. Then his hands immediately found their way to the buttons on her blouse. He undid each one slowly as he let his lips brush against the bare skin they exposed to him. All the while he led her slowly to the bed. When the backs of his knees felt the mattress he undid the last button on her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. He pulled her close once more and bit lightly on her neck and shoulders. She moaned softly, surprised that he was really taking advantage of her offer.

He sat on the bed and slid his fingers underneath the choker that was now exposed to him. He pulled her close and parted her lips with his tongue, letting it explore her mouth. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap, suddenly able to feel his excitement against her own. He lay back, pulling on the choker as he went. Her face followed, lowering her closer to his pelvic area. She let her inhibitions go and slowly began to gyrate against him. She moaned into his mouth as she ground against him. He turned her lips loose and let out a sharp exhale as his back hit the soft bed. He took in the sight of her. Her blond hair was down, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were squeezed closed as she pressed against him.
He rose up, sliding a hand against the small of her back as he buried his face in her chest, taking one of the ample peaks into his hot mouth. She inhaled sharply; he still watched her face. Their eyes met again. Hers were begging him to take her. He stood up holding her against him and taking her with him as he did so. He turned himself around and slammed her unto the bed. His fingers brushed her skin as he searched for the button that held the waist of her skirt so close to her. He found it and unbuttoned it, letting his fingers explore more of her body, slowly, as it was revealed to him. He kissed and nibbled along her lower abdomen, pulling her skirt off as he went. His hands slid down the milky skin on her thighs pushing them apart. He placed his mouth right where she wanted it, licking lightly at a small piece of flesh. A light cry escaped her as she fought off the desire to buck against him. But all too soon his mouth left her and traveled down the remaining length of her body. Soon, he kissed the bottom of her feet and stood up.
He peeled away his shirt and undid his pants. He was ready. He grabbed her legs and yanked her to him. He pushed into her with no regard as to whether or not he was being gentle. She inhaled sharply and let out a moan as he began to thrust inside her. He leaned himself over her as he held onto her side to keep from sliding out as he savagely rocked in and out of her. He nipped at her breast as his other hand curled into her platinum locks. He raised her head and their lips met for an equally passionate kiss. He then turned her loose as he let out a pleased grunt. She fell back against the soft mattress as he continued to pound inside her. He watched her chest heave and bounce in reaction to his body. It was becoming too much, but he didn’t want it to be over yet. He slid out of her reluctantly and rubbed the tip against her smooth, wet mound. She let out soft moans as she grasped the bed sheets tightly, trying to hold back the feeling that was building quickly inside her.
He knew she was almost there, but he continued to rub against her as he leaned in to take the other hardened nipple into his mouth. She groaned and grunted as he tasted her. Not yet, she told herself, but it wasn’t doing her any good. Finally, he thrust himself inside her once more, and immediately she went over the edge. He didn’t take long after that, spilling his seed inside of her and collapsing upon her breasts.

They both lay there, breathing sporadically as their bodies came down from the rush they had received. She brushed his hair as his breath danced across her skin.

He rose up and fastened his leggings, and sat on the bed as she redressed herself. When she had finished he approached her once more and hugged her tightly.
“Stay with me.” He paused, “Until the end.”