Valken does not stop staring into Sellia's eyes as he pulls her to her feet. His gaze is locked onto her, drinking her in, committing every little bit of her, of this, to memory. He cannot, will not, look away. Valken takes the chain that hangs from Sellia's collar and walks backward, gently guiding her towards the stairs, up to the bedroom.
Valken does not need to see to navigate, what use is magic if it cannot smooth such minor problems? He leads her through the room, which he does not see, to the bed which he does not care about, and gently pushes his lover onto her back. Sellia is just as entranced, she looks up at him with desire, with need, with what he hopes is but does not dare call love.
Valken leans down and kisses her, taking her mouth with his. A deep, indulgent kiss that he does not want to break. He looks into her eyes and Valken can feel the connection between them, that unspoken connection he is so afraid of breaking. He can feel it in every minuscule movement of Sellia's eyes, every tiny adjustment of her body, in the tangling of their tongues. This is the only woman he will ever love. The only woman he ever wants to love.
Valken's hand travels down Sellia's naked body, spreading her legs apart, and pushing her arms up and out. His magic slowly wraps around her limbs, binding them to the corners of the bed. He tries to stand up, to break their kiss. Sellia traps his bottom lip with her teeth. He can see the hunger in her eyes. She does want to let him go.
Valken brings his hand up to Sellia's face, caressing it. His thumb rests on her throat as he pushes her off of him. She strains against him, against the magic that binds her, hungry, desperate for the touch that Valken is denying her. Valken cannot stop the smile that spreads across his face and cannot help but bask in the feeling of being desired so much, even as he knows that his desire for Sellia is just as great.
Valken removes his jacket and throws it away. He slowly pulls his shirt up and tosses that aside as well. His pants and underwear follow. Valken stands in front of Sellia completely naked, showing off his body in all its battle-hardened glory. He can see her eyes traveling across him, taking in Valken's crooked smile, his thick muscles, and the many scars that map the course of his life. Sellia has seen this sight so often, and still, she looks at him as if it is the first time as if she must ensure that every inch of him in this moment is carved into her memory.
Valken lifts his hand and makes electricity dance across his fingers. Light flickers beautifully across Sellia's eyes. Valken can almost see her heart skipping a beat.
Valken approaches Sellia silently. No talk now, no seductive words. They, like Valken's clothes, have been discarded, no longer useful. He climbs onto the bed and his hands travel across her body, taking in Sellia's every bend and curve with gentle strokes. He travels lower until his face is inches from her lower lips. Valken can feel Sellia's heat on his face, can see her arousal. He leans in and takes a long lick.
Sellia jumps at his attention, crying out, straining against her bonds. Valken laughs and pulls his head back. Better find something to stifle her cries, even if he's sure they have privacy. Valken's eyes drop to the plug, still inside Sellia after all this time. Perfect. Valken grabs the plug and pulls it out of her anus. Her hole winks at him, desperate to be filled again. Valken has other plans.
Valken brings the plug up to Sellia's lips and slides it inside. He looks at her, willing her to understand his actions, and she nods. Valkens hand drops to Sellia's breast. His fingers circle her nipple. Without warning, he sends a burst of electricity between them, into her. Sellia jumps again, her cry is muffled by the plug in her mouth. Valken smiles, his lover is completely at his mercy.
Valken descends once more to Sellia's vagina and attacks it with his tongue. Sellia, already so thoroughly primed, is helpless against his assault. He makes her dance, struggle against her bonds. Sellia's muffled moans send jolts of joy through Valken's heart, but he's after a different prize. He rapidly brings Sellia to the edge, over it. Sellia convulses. The plug falls out of her mouth as she cries out in sheer bliss. Fluid explodes from her nethers, lust fluid splashing into Valken's mouth. He drinks it up greedily.
Valken doesn't let Sellia rest, he moves up and thrusts inside his lover while she's still in the middle of her orgasm. Sellia clamps down around him as he enters her, but Valken is relentless. There is no time for mercy, not now. He thrusts inside Sellia with steady, measured strokes, aiming for every single one of the weak points he is intimately familiar with.
Valken's teeth find Sellia's neck. His hands roam her body, firing jolts of magical sensation into her, driving her mad, pushing her to new heights of pleasure. Sellia can't do anything to stop him. She doesn't want to. Her whole body dances to his whims.
Valken zaps Sellia again, feels the bolt of electricity traveling through her body, feels it tipping her once more into orgasm. He cannot stop himself from following her, from spilling inside her, but his magic is already restoring him.
Sellia writhes under Valken's ministrations, overwhelmed by the weight of all Valken's talents turned to the singular purpose of bringing her pleasure. Valken isn't in control anymore, His mind has given way to the desperation that comes from knowing that this may be the last time he can show his love, the last chance for him to show the woman he loves exactly how much he desires her, without the potential pain that voicing those desires might bring them both.
Consciousness, understanding, definition, all of these things fade away as Valken and Sellia's bodies desperately combine. The world around them fades, everything else fades as they plunge headfirst into a world of emotion, of pure sensation, as their minds and bodies intertwine. If this is truly their last hurrah, if there is only one moment between them left in the world, let it be this, an explosion of profound joy, of unending love, unending desire. A moment of two people who know each other so well, are so deeply connected, that becoming one only feels right.
It has to end, of course. This intensity can only be maintained for so long. Valken falls off Sellia, exhausted, his magic almost fully spent. The bonds around her wrists and ankles dissolve, but she does not move. They both lie together on the bed, limbs entangled, fully exhausted, almost fully satisfied.
