Unmatched | ᴍᴀʜɪᴛᴏ

Chapter 35

Mahito was carrying me in his arms. My vision went blurry as he took me out of the room I had been kept in for I don't know how many hours. I didn't know where I was or even how he had found me.

"You left residuals," he answered the question I didn't know I had asked out loud. "I told you the day Hanami brought you to me that you were good with your residuals. I suppose you do it unconsciously."

My head leaned against his chest in exhaustion. I had never felt this kind of fatigue before. Usually, it always went away pretty quickly, my cursed energy recharging fast. But it wasn't like that this time. Now, it felt like all the cursed energy I could muster was being used in the same second, leaving me as drained and weak as if I were a normal human.

Mahito must have noticed, too, because on  our whole way back underground, he kept telling me to rest. I closed my eyes, but when I felt myself getting limp in his arms, I opened them again to find him already looking down at me with what I could only describe as worry. Impossible. He was a curse. He wasn't capable of worrying.

And yet, as he set me down on the black leather sofa, he kneeled next to me on the floor and took my hand, placing it on the side of his neck so the tips of my fingers were grazing his soft skin.

"Take mine," he said.

I frowned and lifted my head a little, but the motion made me dizzy, so I immediately put it back down. I was sure I hadn't heard him right, so I asked, "What?"

"Take my energy," he clarified.

My brow furrowed. "Either I'm hallucinating, or you have lost your mind. Are you asking me to use my cursed technique on you?"

Mahito nodded, certainty flaring in his eyes. When I understood that he was serious, I tried to pull my hand away from his neck, but his hand was holding mine firmly in place.

"Please," he begged. "I can't leave you be like this."

I shook my head and pulled at my hand again. "I will get better."

"So will I."

This was absolute madness. Even more than his usual madness. He was putting his own life in danger. He was being reckless and stupid. What it I took too much? What if I wouldn’t be able to stop once I tasted his energy? He was a far bigger asset to this world than me, and I would never survive killing or even only just weaking him. I would never survive.

But it seemed as though he couldn't survive seeing me weak, either. The desperate look in his eyes and the way he kept pulling my hand closer so my palm was now flat against his neck proved it.

"Please," he said again, but he somehow knew that this word wasn't enough for me to risk everything I had, so he said, "You were right."

When I frowned again, he leaned closer. "When you said that I can feel trust. You were right. I do. I trust you. I know you won't kill me."

I softly brushed my thumb against the soft skin of his neck, right above a row of stitches. He had convinced me, and he knew it because he released the grip on my wrist. I closed my eyes and focused on his cursed energy. I could feel it first in my fingertips, then in my veins, then in my shoulders, and finally in my heart and stomach, arriving there at the same time.

His energy was exactly as I had imagined. Exquisite. Amazing. Unmatched. I quickly pulled my hand away. The fear of losing him was far greater than the thrill of his cursed energy. But the feeling lingered in my veins all over my body, raising the hairs on my neck.

The moment I took my hand away, I sat up quickly and took him between my legs. He looked up at me, and when a grin spread across his face, I knew that he was fine.

Only then, as I looked into those big, sparkling eyes, did I realize what had just happened. "You trust me," I blurted out.

His grin turned into a laugh, the sound vibrating through my entire body. When he reached out to cup my face, my skin tingled at the touch. It was normal for me to feel sensitive after an intake of cursed energy, but it had never been this intense. I could feel my skin tingling and burning wherever he was touching me, running his hands down my neck and down my arms to hold my hands.

Mahito must have noticed because he tilted his head as he looked up at me. "Is everything okay?"

I nodded. "Yes. I- It's just... my body feels very tingly."

He laughed again. "That must be my-"

But I wouldn't let him finish, I was so charged up. "Touch me."

Of course, my curse didn't ask if I was sure because he knew that when I said this to him, I was sure. So he touched me. He smirked and put his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the couch. I lifted myself a little so he could finally get rid of my destroyed pants. He threw them over his shoulder across the room, then ripped open my panties. I gasped when his finger only brushed my sensitive lips between my legs, and his eyes immediately flickered up to mine at the sound.

He got to his feet and took off his shirt, then bent down to take off mine. While climbing on top of me, Mahito turned me on the sofa, so I was lying down again, naked beneath him. He supported his weight on one forearm next to my head and trailed two fingers of his other hand down my neck, over my breatst. He squeezed my nipple, then moved the fingers down my stomach, making me arch my back into his touch.

It was almost already too much for me by the time his fingers reached my thighs. "Oh, God," I moaned, tilting my head back.

He was enjoying this, I could tell. That maddening grin never left his face. I wondered for a second how long the cursed energy would last, but I couldn't care about that. Not when he trailed his fingers along the side of my body. I squirmed and felt that knot inside my stomach wanting to loosen. This was enough to drive me to an orgasm.

"Ugh, please, Mahito," I moaned, begging. "I'm almost there, please."

My eyes were screwed shut when he suddenly bent down to lick his tongue across my nipple. My entire body bent beneath him as I came, biting down on my lip to stop myself from moaning too loud.

When I opened my eyes, I saw little sparkles. From the way Mahito was still grinning, I could tell that he wasn't done with me yet. And I was right when he shoved his two fingers inside of me without a warning. My eyes opened wide, and I let out a long "aaaah." Everywhere his fingers had been, my skin was on fire. And now the inside of my body felt like it was on fire, too.

He didn't even have to move his fingers much for me to come again, shuddering, moaning, and screaming his name. And then he took off his pants and shoved his dick inside of me. My fingers were digging into his arms as I tried to stop myself from falling off the edge of the earth. He knew exactly what he had to do to make me lose my mind, and that was what he did.

I came a third time, and a fourth, and a fifth, all with him inside of me. Then he came and collapsed on top of me. He picked me up and carried me over to his hammock, kissing me, devouring me. My hand was in the back of his neck, and his hands were on my ass. I could feel his erection against me, my body ablaze.

Up in his hammock, he fucked me again. And again. And again. The high from the cursed energy was wearing off with every orgasm I had, but it didn't make it less amazing. I could barely breathe as I came for the seventh? -no, eighth time. Mahito lay down next to me. Droplets of sweat were glistening on my body, and I desperate clung for air.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

I turned my head to look at him. "Are you... seriously... asking that?" I replied through deep breaths.

He laughed. "No, I mean, does anything hurt?"

I shook my head. "I'm okay. Thank you."

"There is nothing to thank me for," he said.

"Yes, there is. You gave me your cursed energy."

He grinned and kissed me. "There is nothing to thank me for."