Doom Upon All The World

Chapter 25: Anthony

In the hours before the dawn, he would not leave her side, not once.

"So how does this work?" Anthony had asked Mythalus, holding Nicolynn's hand as she fidgetted awkwardly. Mythalus barely paid them any mind as he pushed a pair of bifocals up his nose.

He sighed and looked the two of them over. "On the anniversary of their deaths, in theory, Nicolynn will reach the hiatus of her power, allowing it to... over take her body and mind. If you know anything about magic, you know that it craves to devour mana or lyrium in any form. Were she to be completely void of any and all mana at the time of the surge then the day may simply pass as if it never happened. Unfortunately, it'd only stave it off until the next year."  Mythalus explains.  Anthony nods in minute understanding.

"And how is it that I might take it from her?"  He asks, trying not to sound so urgent and grave.  Mythalus chuckles.  "It's more like, she has to give it to you.  And there are a few different ways.  But one is far more effective than the others."  He grins deviously, looking down at the floor. 

"And that is?"  Nicolynn questions, but Anthony had already guessed. 

"Sex."  The elf grins at her as blush rises to her cheeks.  "Carnal, exhaustive, animal sex, Sister."  He continues, beginning to pace as she becomes uncomfortable.  "Of course, you'll have to use your magic at least a little.  Try to imagine your energies intertwining.  It's bound to put you out of it.  That, plus the fervid work over I'm sure Anthony is more than happy to give you, should render you harmless, both to others and yourself."  Anthony squeezes her hand, trying to ease the embarrassment. 

Mythalus' attention turns to Anthony.  "It is your responsibility, Anthony, to ensure that you tire her out."   He looks at him in an almost demeaning way, setting Anthony off.  "You know what that entails, yes?  I know that your... relationship... is not as..."  He taps his chin.  "Oh, how to put this?"  He chuckles to himself.  "Uncontrolled?  Uh, untempered?  Or rough, perhaps?"  The two of them squirm under his gaze.  Mythalus snickers at their blush.  "You need to make it rough, relentless, brutal.  Nicolynn has to be exhausted out of her mind for this to work."  Anthony shifts uncomfortably, unsure of what doing such things might cause.  

"And if that means causing some discomfort or pain, so be it."  Anthony is bewildered by Mythalus' words.  He'd never dream of finding pleasure at her expense.  "As to the result of continuous intercourse for hours on end, I will provide a tonic to prevent unwanted... broodlings."  His words only continued to cut into them.  But eventually, they left.  And neither one of them would deny that the thought of giving one another hours of pleasure was incredibly arousing.  

And now, as Nicolynn lies on her side, her pants no where to be seen, with Anthony lower on her hips, his trousers pulled down over his hips, he thrusts into her with both passion and vigor.  She grips onto him tightly, holding him to her, grasping his still clothed torso as he starts out slow and slams back into her.  

Their love was tender and gentle, loving and soul bound.  It was not animalistic and wild.  But both of them could feel the urgent need speaking about such things had brought out in them.  And as his pelvis connected with hers once again and her magic weaved its way into his skin, she came.  She shuddered around him, her tight walls clenching around his member as his load sprung from him, not for the last time this night.  "It's alright.  I'm alright, Anthony."  She muttered to him as he hesitates to start moving again.  He can't stop.  He has to do this and Maker! He wants to but at the same time, he can't fathom hurting her with all their passion.

He can see the tired strain in her face already.  But he knows that once she teaches the breaking point, there's still that energy reserve in her soul just waiting to be let loose.