Overwhelmed

Sirona opened her eyes slowly, shaking off the vision only to find herself covered with Arawn’s jacket and lying in a strangely comfortable cradle of rock.
Arawn laughed nearby, “You could have just eaten them. Those small things are eatable.”
“Do not insult my palette.”
She turned and looked over at Arawn and Taran. Arawn sat on the cavern floor cross-legged and grinning. He looked every bit of the youth she had seen in the vision talking with Taran.
“She has awakened,” Taran said. “Dearest, Sirona, please take your little god and leave him behind the next time you visit.”
Sirona laughed as Arawn scoffed.
“She would not know the way here if it weren’t for me.”
“You have proven yourself useful this time,” Taran said, “Now I must rest. It is so rare to have true quiet.”
Arawn snorted and walked over to her as she slipped off the rock.
“Had a good rest?” Arawn asked.
Sirona nodded, eyeing him. She wanted to ask about the princess, but she wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted to ask. It was obvious that he’d been betrayed by the man and the council, but how attached had he been to her to destroy the entire kingdom because she killed herself?
He took her hand as the bade Taran goodbye and headed back out the way they came. As they crossed the volcano, she felt the strange stirring again, but she didn’t comment on it.
“I assumed we could stay in the temple for the night. It’s the warmest and I know you are not quite used to cold.”
“You don’t feel the cold?”
Arawn shrugged, “It does not bother me.”
They reached the temple filled with the bubbling pool of water and Sirona sat. What had happened earlier came to mind as she stared into the pool.
“I think the next bit of training will have to be done somewhere else,” he said. “If you plan to go to Conna, you will have to learn to bend space and that is very energy-consuming.”
She turned her attention back to Arawn and met his gaze.
“Though I will understand if you are not as committed to the idea of revenge as you were.”
She stiffened, “What makes you think I won’t be?”
Arawn tilted his head, “Though you have the capacity to murder, I do not believe it is in your nature, and as we spoke about before, killing the king and queen of Conna will leave a vacuum of power.”
She nodded, “I know. I haven’t figured out what to do about that yet, but I still plan on killing them.”
Arawn watched her carefully. He was glad. He wasn’t sure what she thought of the vision she’d been shown, but if Sirona was as committed to killing Blodeu, then he wouldn’t have to worry about Taran’s warning.
War could only come if Anu was alive to wage it. He stood and stripped out of his clothes.
“It will get cool soon,” Arawn said as he floated over to the pool and sunk into the water. “There may be a blanket tucked away somewhere nearby if you’d like.”
Sirona swallowed looking at him in the pool. She felt the steam drifting towards her and stood, worrying her lip. Taran made it seem like Arawn and the princess of Ethel had been great friends, but she’d seen her face.
The princess had loved Arawn. If she had survived, maybe they would have been together and she would have been one of his many conquests.
Sirona stripped out of her clothing and got into the pool. The warmth enveloped her as she turned over her thoughts. She wanted him. She didn’t want to die the way that the princess had without having acted on that desire. Her heart fluttered with affection. She would even say she loved Arawn in some way.
Arawn’s eyes were closed, enjoying the heat of the bath when he felt Sirona drifting closer to him. He opened his eyes and met her gaze. Her gaze was heated as she slipped her hand into his. Their powers mingled a bit without him trying, but he didn’t move, allowing her to come closer at her pace.
She paused just before grazing their lips together before pressing her lips against his with a soft sigh. He allowed her to kiss him, careful not to touch her. It seemed to excite her more as she groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She shifted to sit in his lap, straddling his hips as they kissed.
As his cock swelled, pressing against her, she drew back with a gasp. She was nervous, but she didn’t pull away.
“Touch me?”
He lifted a hand to trail down her spine, “Here?”
“More.”
His other hand squeezed her hip and he smiled at the way she shuddered against him.
“More.”
His hands were near burning as they drifted over her body. It wasn’t like before. The ebb and flow of the magic between them was gentler, teasing almost, and made her moan into his mouth. She shifted her hips against his, grinding against his cock. He let out a soft hiss of pleasure, but he didn’t move.
“More, Arawn. Please? Like before.”
He chuckled, “One day, you will be able to tell me exactly what you want.”
But he knew that wouldn’t be today. His hand slipped between her thighs and she gasped as he stroked her gently.
“Faster,” she pleaded. “More. Arawn, please.”
He didn’t hurry, letting the pleasure build as he stroked her gently. She whined, thrusting her hips against his hand as he pressed a finger inside her. He pressed his palm flat against her and she cried out. Her power rippled and washed over and through him.
He shuddered and groaned. The heat of the pools was nothing compared to the heat of her power washing over him. He sent an answering wave back into her and she screamed. It was better than before, wild and unrestrained. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrust his fingers into her tight, warm body.
He realized his mistake before, he had restrained too much of himself. Whether out of self-preservation or something else, it had been a mistake.
Sirona shuddered and trembled in his arms, moaning into his mouth as he coaxed her closer and closer to her orgasm. She rolled her hips as she kissed him desperately. He took hold of her hip and helped her thrust harder, careful to push his power into her as she seemed unable to restrain her power. Soon, she was twisting and straining against him, rocking faster against him.
“Arawn, please,” she gasped. “Please. Please. Please.”
She was falling apart in his arms and he was basking in the brilliant hot waves washing over him. He felt the edges of the depths of her power as if he was standing at the edge of a canyon looking down to a bottomless drop.
He wanted to fall forward into it. She threw her head back and shrieked, her entire body tightening around him. He pulled his fingers free of her gently to let her catch her breath.
“Arawn,” she said, clinging to him, “Please.”
“Are you alright?”
“More.”
He turned his head to look at her as she lifted her head. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dazed as she looked up at him.
He licked into her mouth, “Slowly.”
She nodded and trembled as he took hold of her hips and lifted her over his cock. Slowly, he pulled her down, nudging his way inside as she trembled and gasped.
The stretch was a lot more uncomfortable than his fingers had been, but the building heat and power between them made it impossible for her to hold on to the pain. Soon, she was too full to speak and tipping into another orgasm.
“Please,” she gasped against his shoulder and shuddered.
He moved her hips in a slow, rocking rhythm, groaning at how tight she was as she seemed unable to speak. Her power was gushing into him, pulling him further into the depths of it until he was nearly lost.
He felt her tipping into his power, seeing deeper than he had ever intended or imagined was possible.
He didn’t think he ever wanted to be separated from her and her power again. He heard her crying out from far away as her body tensed and trembled around him again. He turned them as soon as he was sure that she was too lost in the throes of her orgasm to care and lifted her legs to thrust deeper into her.
“Oh, Arawn!”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pinned her against the wall and thrust into her harder, chasing his orgasm and driving her over the edge again. She clung to him, crying out desperately as his orgasm crashed over him. He felt the water bubble and explode around them as they came together.
She was going to be the death of him and he wasn’t sure that he cared.