Hi all. I know it has been a while since I uploaded anything. Life gets in the way sometimes. This has not been through an editor.
As usual, any constructive feedback is always welcomed.
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Months later, I sat in my room and thought about a wall of metal so thick nothing had a hope of getting through. It took about five minutes for Bane to break through the wall and turn it into a pile of flowers, or a whale, or a car, or any number of things. Finally, he knocked on the door and called, "We'll stop for today, Jezza. You need to eat and get some rest. We can try again tomorrow."
This had become our routine. We would have breakfast and I would work on the newest set of runes or circles, then before lunch he would quiz me on what I was supposedly learning. After lunch I would go to my room and try to keep him out of my head for as long as possible. So far, my record was four minutes. Four minutes of staring at the ceiling. Then we would have dinner and sleep and do it all over again the next day. I sighed and sat up in the bed.
"Can we try the paint again?" I asked as I moved my food around on my plate knowing it wouldn't fool him into thinking I had eaten anything.
"I don't think that's a good idea," he set his fork down and looked at me. "Last time you all but humped my hand."
"It's the only idea I have at the moment," I stared at him. "The only reason I kept you out for four minutes before was because I was staring at the ceiling and thinking of the ceiling. Maybe the rune will help me focus or something."
"I'll think about it, but succubi don't have strong shields naturally. They're gained through years of practice. We're trying to cram those years into a handful of months."
"What would it hurt to try? If the worst that happens is I hump your hand, but I still am able to shield with the aid of the rune, then I think it's worth it."
"We'll try it tomorrow," he took his plate to the sink and then frowned at mine. "You need to eat more."
"I'm not really hungry."
"You didn't eat well at breakfast or lunch, either," I felt his power touch me then and sighed.
"I'm fine, just not hungry," I started walking toward my room. "I'll hold you to your word that we'll try the paint again tomorrow."
In my room, I sat on the bed with the binder I had started to keep the runes in. On the flat paper I couldn't tell what they would look like painted on a body, but I had a pretty good imagination and let it run wild.
I fell asleep dreaming of painting some of the runes on Bane. Over the last few months I had gotten to know his build well enough that I could picture him nude and covered in blue paint. Blue was for power, and he was plenty powerful. In my dreams, I was painted in the red paint of control but I didn't feel in control. Bane's eyes began to glow white as my finger traced the tail of rune around his thigh and up toward his hips. Something stirred between us and I saw my power curling around my feet and ankles like some sort of feline.
As my power climbed up my legs, it left a green trail of runes blazing across my skin. Green was for sex, and Bane wouldn't even allow me to use a green pen or pencil to practice the runes. The runes I saw were intricate and intertwined over my thighs and hips, across my stomach and over my breasts all the way to my hairline. Even my hair was streaked with green. Then I felt a tug and looked over my shoulder at a room full of men with white eyes, and I knew all of them were there for me because I had called them.
I woke with a moan and sat up in the bed. My hands were plain, without a hint of the green glow from the dream. I looked around and sighed when I saw that the room was empty. The clock said it was too late to go back to sleep, so I got up and went to the bathroom for a shower. In the bathroom I pulled the long tank top I had taken to wearing to bed over my head and stopped short when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My breasts had green handprints on them, as though someone covered in paint had grabbed me. I dropped the shirt and walked out of my room toward Bane's end of the house.
The next sight that made me sure something was wrong was a smear of blue paint on the wall outside of Bane's room. I knocked, but didn't wait for an answer before I opened the door and went in. Bane was asleep on the bed, one arm thrown above his head and the sheets rumpled at his feet, and he was completely nude and covered in intricate blue runes.
"Bane," I whispered, not wanting to startle him awake. When he didn't move, I tried again, louder this time. "Bane, wake up."
I reached out and flipped on the lights and that got him to wake up, "What the hell?" He blinked at me as he sat up in the bed. "What's wrong? What time is it?"
"Look at me," I said, and his mouth fell open when he saw the green smudges and handprints. "Look at yourself."
"I told you not to use the green paint, Jezza," then he swore when he looked down and saw himself covered in blue runes. "How...?"
"I don't know, but I think we're lucky your house isn't filled with horny men right now."
"What? Why would anybody be in my house?" Then I could feel him in my mind, and I saw the dream again. "Shit."
I didn't remember moving, I was just in front of Bane, tracing the runes that curled over his shoulders. The paint was smooth and dry, but it didn't flake under my touch. My fingers slid up his neck to his cheek and he lifted his face to look at me. "This isn't good, is it?"
"Probably not," he said.
"But you're not stopping me." One rune ended right at the corner of his mouth, and I slid my finger over his bottom lip. His breath was hot on my fingertip as he sighed at the light touch. I took a step closer and he opened his legs so I could stand between them. "Am I still dreaming?"
"No," he slid his hands over my hips and pulled me against his chest. Sitting, his eyes were about level with my chin, but that changed when he lifted me and made me straddle his legs. My power stirred and curled through me as his mouth caught mine, but it was different, slower somehow. It reached out to him and found his power and wrapped it around us.
I felt him harden under me and moaned against his mouth as I rocked my hips. His hands tightened and held my hips still as he broke the kiss. "Why'd you stop?"
