My Blood Mage System

Chapter 53 A small death

Chapter 53  A small death

The tiny stone sack of a prison cell. The Light spell that threw sharp shadows on everything in sight, and the magical lantern that doubled as a source of warmth. The knowledge that just behind a corner, the warden was waiting for Cael's return…

Cael forgot all that, because Ginevra was here, in his arms. Her dark hair spilled freely over her shoulders, not bound anymore by those constraining hairdos. And the young woman herself looked more free than ever in her passion as she gasped from Cael's ministrations.

Ginevra was straggling Cael's legs while he himself sat on his knees. Her hands were clutching Cael's shoulders like he was her lifeline in a storm. Her hair was tickling Cael's neck, and her eyes were hooded with lust.

He did it to her.

The time for words was over—especially since his tongue still stumbled over words. Instead, Cael returned to kissing. There wasn't much skin on Ginevra's body that wasn't covered by clothing or bandages, but he tasted what he found.

Earlobe… Jaw… Neck… Ginevra responded with the most delectable hitches of breath and twitches of her body. When he hit the best spots, she would bite her lips or a cheek to not moan.

"Come on, Ginevra. I know you like this—no point in hiding it," Cael said. He reached for the hem of her shirt and hitched it up to her neck.

He paused for a moment, enjoying the view in front of him. Two golden globes topped with strawberry-like nipples. The sight filled Cael's mouth with saliva. He pressed his mouth to the underside of one of the breasts, enjoying the silky smoothness and the impossible softness of it. Then he licked a line towards her nipple and sucked on it.

"Ca— Ah!" Ginevra jerked, then hissed, "What if, ah, someone hears?"

Cael paused. Yeah, that was a rational thought. He had troubles with those at the moment, but he could give Ginevra her due.

"Right. Um… Then be quiet. But the door should block most of the sound. I think."

And this was all the thinking Cael could do right now. His cock was throbbing. He relieved some of that pressure by pressing it against Ginevra's groin. Even through the layers of their clothing, he could feel her heat. They gasped in pleasure in unison.

Cael could only imagine how it would feel without clothing.

"Do it again," Ginevra breathed out.

Suddenly, taking off clothes was too much effort. Cael had to do something NOW.

He repeated the movement with more force, and Ginevra arched into him, her chest rubbing all over his. Cael became acutely aware of the points of her nipples making their way up and down his torso.

"Yes, yes! More!" Ginevra whispered–not a plea, but an order. As if doing anything less would be an attack on her pride.

"You like this…" Cael pressed his face into Ginevra's neck. The rest of his words were muffled by her skin. "Then remember who gives you this pleasure, Gin. It's all my work."

He moved his hips again and again. There was a distant thought in Cael's mind about trying to be gentle, but the way Ginevra met his movements wiped it out.

Then, suddenly, Ginevra froze in his arms. Her limbs tensed. Her grip grew strong enough to bruise, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Ginevra's eyes opened wide and stared somewhere beyond this plane of reality.

And then they closed, and the woman, who just now got what could've been the first orgasm in her life, sagged in Cael's arms, lifeless.

The acute panic sobered Cael in an instant. It eased in the next second, as soon as Cael felt the mana pulsing in Ginevra's body—not as strong as it should've been, but lively enough.

Regrets hit Cael like a wave. Not about the acts that just happened between him and Ginevra—this was just too good to regret, even if Cael was left frustrated and with an aching sensation in his trousers.

But he shouldn't have overexerted Ginevra so. And he shouldn't have come to her so… obviously! The guardsman's comment came to Cael's mind.

He cringed. Yeah, the man must've thought he wanted to discreetly do something unforgivable to Ginevra… Possibly something like what had happened. If Father found out, he might just change the deadline or take charge of Ginevra personally.

This meant that the guard had to be silenced.

Cael laid Ginevra down on the pallet and straightened out her clothes. Then he did the same with his and waited for his boner to calm down, at least temporarily.

Then he walked out of the cell in a decisive stride. The guardsman met him at his post.

"So, tell me, soldier," Cael said nonchalantly after passing back the keys, "if Father comes and asks you about this visit, what would you tell him?"

"Visit? Ain't seen no visitors, Milordo." The guardsman grinned at him. "Lord Oliveira doesn't like the prisoners tussled without a reason. Even if they deserve it, bastards!"

Cael frowned. This attitude helped him to stay discreet, but… He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, gathering ice in his voice—

enough to rival Ginevra's spells.

"Listen. You will keep this visit to yourself. And you will also keep your hands to yourself, too. If you touch Ginevra Nuvoloso, or any other prisoner…" Cael recalled the sensation of standing on a battlefield, surrounded by enemies and their blood… and smiled like he was still there. "I will just cut them off. I can now. Do you understand? Tell. Me. You. Will. Do. As. I. Ask."

The guard paled and staggered back.

"Ye-yes, Milordo. Of course. I will do that."

The words were true enough. Cael just hoped that the guardsman's opinion wouldn't change the next day. And just to sweeten the deal…

"Great," he stopped channeling his scariest self and relaxed a little. After some shuffling in his pockets, he found a silver coin. "Here for your understanding."

He left after that, aiming straight for his chambers. Cael needed rest. Sleep. And some space to work out his sexual frustration by hand, since Ginevra was so out of it today.

'I hope she will get well soon. Really soon.'