The Arcana: Fragments

XXIV: My Everything

Muriel x Reader

The hut was pretty quiet, as it always was, and the only sound came from the scraping knife on wood as Muriel carved out yet another figurine. He always did this when he was frustrated about something. More often than not, it always had something to do with me. I looked over at our bookshelf in the far corner of the room and rolled my eyes at the possibility of having another wooden animal cluster the already packed mantle. I need to do something, if I wait a minute longer I'll be silently handed another wooden animal and Muriel will grumble his way into bed without me.

Slipping from Innanas grasp, I crawled over to the bulky figure sitting cross legged in front of the fire. Attempting to be cute, I nestled in behind him and rested my chin on his shoulder, whispering his name for attention. After receiving no response, I decided to try a new route on my partner. Passive and sneaky does work on Muriel, he prefers direct assurance. No bullshit, if you will. The clump of the door to the hut closing on Innana's exiting frame alerts me to start.

Crawling around his frame, I kneeled in front of him, blocking his view of the fire. His hands worked more firmly on the figurine in his hands, so I smacked both wood and knife out of his hand and watched his expression as he saw his work clatter into the shadows off to his side. Wide eyed and open jawed he looked at me as though I were crazy. Instead of explaining myself, I raised myself onto his lap, wrapped my legs around his waist, and held his face with both my hands.

"What's going on?", he asked, his lower lip trembling softly.

"What do you think is going on?", I snuggled myself into his thighs further, he bit his lip at that. "Are you moon-slating or something?", he leaned forward, looking concerned.

"It's called menstruating, Muriel, but no I'm not".

"Then I don't understand what's going on", he replied.

"You're frustrated about something", I said, combing my fingers through his ink black hair, lazily forming braids. "Am not!", he grimaced, shifting uncomfortably. As he moved, I sunk deeper into his lap and noticed something hard poking my lower spine. Glancing down, it finally occurred to me what had Muriel worked up all evening. "Are to!", I yelped, uncontrollably grinning as Muriel lifted me off his lap and stood up to walk away. "It's nothing", he stammered, "It'll go away on its own..now..g-goodnight!"

Seeing how I really did embarrass him, I frowned as I watched him head towards the bed. "No no no, wait..", I caught his shoulder with my hand and turned him around. "Muriel, I..I'd like...I want...", my words caught in my throat as I attempted to express myself," I'd like to help you. We've never..y'know...done this, but..I'd like to".

"I don't know what you mean", he said. There was a growing rumble to his voice. Perhaps he didn't notice it, but I sure did. Both of our bodies now at our bed, I sit him down before me and begin kissing him. For a while, he doesn't react beyond responding to my movements. His eyes finally shut, and his hands raised to hold either side of my waist. Leaning back into the mess of furs beneath him, I bring myself onto his lap, entangling my fingers through his hair. Drunk in each other's kisses, we slowly begin undressing ourselves. His hands tremble constantly, but he manages to unclothe me.

"I don't want to hurt you", he worries, his length now poised to full length before me. Giving him a reassuring kiss, I whisper to him my comfort knowing he'd never hurt me, among other things. Inch by inch, I take his length inside me, easing him further as he grimaces to restrain himself. My words echo throughout the room, he clings to my every syllable and his hands wrap under my underarms and grasp onto either of my shoulders. "You're my everything", he sighs as I intake the last of him.

I kiss him again, "I know". Tongues colliding, we begin moving as one.

Every part of him makes my core throb and ache yet there is no pain. My mind becomes a cloud, a foggy mirror that focuses on nothing but Muriel; his scent of wet earth, his roughened hands, his vivid green eyes watching my every movement through barely opened lids. We both are here, in the present. "You're my everything", he says again. The wood beneath us creaks with our every pulse, I can't control the sounds that come from my mouth. "I don't know what's happening", he starts, his grip on my shoulders tightening as his pace quickens. Bringing our foreheads to rest against each other I tell him to allow himself to let it happen. He doesn't understand the feeling that is growing within him; this is his first real orgasm.

The rough breathing from before turns into small moans, then desperate whimpers as Muriel plunges himself deeper and deeper. "Ah!", he squints his eyes shut and I feel the quick, warm injection of his seed flow through me. Our bodies are unbearably hot, sweat trickles off both our bodies, yet we hold onto each other still as though if we let go the other will disappear. Collapsing next to him, I try to keep my eyes open as he gingerly cleans off my inner thighs of his escaped seed. "Do you think..we can do this again?" He asks. I giggle and snuggle up next to him, "How about tomorrow?", I suggest. The green eyes staring back at me go wide with a discernible glint, followed by the deepest, most genuine chuckle.

[09.22.2019]