The Rise of Nix

“I have a confession.”

Deimos shifted his weight from her by leaning on his elbows as he glanced down at her. “If you don’t want to go further, just say so, and we can stop.”

Shaking her head, Nix said, “No, I want and need to do this. But I am not experienced.”

“So you are innocent?”

Nix nodded her answer as a blush spread over her neck and face.

Deimos caressed her cheek, dragging his thumb over her plump bottom lip, parting them. “Well, you are in luck, and so am I.”

“You are?” Nix looked shocked, and Deimos smirked.

“This is the first time I am in a mortal body, and since Gods don’t do sex, technically, I am also a virgin.”

“I did not think about it. So how do you-” Deimos cut her off mid-sentence with a kiss.

Breaking away, he replied, “Questions later. For now, I want to be deep inside you.”

Nix grabbed his face and dragged it to her, locking their lips together as she traced her fingers softly over his bareback, enjoying the feel of his muscular posterior. Deimos gently bit her lips as she explored his body, his manhood twitching from excitement. Positioning himself by her entrance, Nix’s legs fell open, her back arching off the bed as the tip brushed against her wet opening.

“You are mine,” grunts Deimos before crashing into her.

A sharp, momentary pain pierced Nix and her body froze. Fighting back the need to plunge deeper, Deimos stalled as he accustomed himself inside her, her flinch of pain noticed. A few moments passed as she enjoyed his fullness, the hunger for more riding over the discomfort. Their breathing came in sync as each drag rubbed her chest against his, her nipple pulled with pleasure. Knowing Deimos won’t continue without her say-so, she used her body to encourage him. Dropping her hand to his ass, she dug her fingers into his soft yet firm flesh, urging him closer. As their eyes met, she saw the worry in his gaze, but after her action, they rolled back as he slipped deeper.

Deimos pulled out without any more encouragement before swiftly rocking forward, enveloping himself deeper. A sensation gathered inside Nix as Deimos moved, each plunge eliciting soft moans from her, Deimos’s grunts pairing with hers. As the friction built and he began moving faster, she wrapped her legs around his waist, using her hips to meet his.

“You are exceptional,” Deimos breathlessly whispered between his groans, breaking the sound of their bodies slapping together.

Caressing his cheek, Nix pulled his eyes to hers, both filled with passion.

“Then what are you?” Nix replied, her head dropping back, exposing her neck as he moved faster and deeper within her.

Stars blurred her vision as pressure began building in her body, and on instinct, she clutched his ass tighter, her body begging for release as she pulled him against her, limps connected as they became one. Suddenly, sparks burst overhead as she looked up, sweat gathering on her bow. They reminded her of the stars at night, bright against the darkened background. It became hard to focus as pleasure raked her body, only to realize the magic had come from her. Being in control of her new powers unleashed confidence hidden before, and the need for release let her move. Placing her hand on his slick shoulders, Nix pushed, a confused Deimos moving with her. Flopping on his back, he was about to question her but quieted down as she straddled his hips, slowly lowering herself onto him. The vantage point allowed Deimos to mould her breast as they began slightly bouncing from each thrust. The sparks returned the faster she moved, his eyes rolling back from the amount of pleasure he felt, his cock beginning to feel heavy, ready to burst.

“I am coming,” announced Deimos, a word he had learned from the few rare occasions he had sneakily watched humans mate. He had felt bad and embarrassed by spying on an intimate act between lovers, but it had taught him more about their anatomy, preparing him for this moment.

Dragging her nails down his chest to rest over his abdomen, she peered at him between hooded lids as she pumped her hips. “Me too,” she moaned.

The sparks returned, caught on the edge of his vision. They were beautiful, but he was too preoccupied with the beautiful woman riding him to care.

The pressure began to build as bliss filled her. Her voice rose with a moan as she dropped down harder, the walls of her womanhood grabbing onto him. Pleasure burst from inside, sending euphoria blasting through her body. Deimos came a second after, her tightness sending him over the edge. Falling forward from exhaustion, they remained connected as she rested on his chest, sweat covering the both of them. Stroking her hair, Deimos marvelled at what they had just done. Sex was better than he imagined and more tiring than he thought. Their breathing synced as he cuddled her, heavy lids begging to be closed.

“That was amazing,” Deimos whispered but received silence.

Wiping away the blond hair covering her face, he saw Nix’s eyes closed, a smile resting on her lips.

Pecking the top of her head, he muttered good night as fatigue enclosed them. Wrapping both arms protectively over her, Nix sleeplessly snuggled deeper into his embrace, letting out a sigh. Watching her rest, Deimos detailed her relaxed features as his eyes closed, silently promising always to keep her safe. She does not know it yet, but they belong together, and he will do anything to protect her.

Warmth engulfed her naked form as Nix squirmed deeper into the bed, her eyes closed as she dragged the blanket to her chin; her hand underneath reached for the body next to her but came up empty. Her eyes shot open as she sat up, the idea of warmth falling away like the blanket covering her. Scanning the room for Deimos, she wondered if last night did happen or if it was just a dream, for he was missing now. Throwing her legs over the side, she stood up, completely naked, cold air brushing against her, sending goosebumps up her spine and arms. She spotted a flicker of yellow in the corner and saw a fire burning wild. Her muscles moaned and stretched as a slight pain echoed between her legs when she moved closer. Smiling, she stretched with her body feeling different. So it was not a dream, she thought.

“Now that is a view,” a deep husky voice sounded behind her.

Spinning around, she quickly covered herself, choosing to cover her breast but leaving her womanhood open to his gaze.

“I am mistaken,” smirked Deimos as he slowly looked her up and down, momentarily stopping on the golden patch between her legs, the memory of her taste still lingering on his tongue. “That is a view.”

Heat gathered in her face as Nix blushed. Grasping the blanket and wrapping it around her, Nix turned to face the fire, too ashamed to meet the man that did wicked things to her mere hours before.

“I woke up and thought it was all a dream,” said Nix as she watched the yellow flames dance in the pit, the hairs on the nape of her neck prickling as she felt his eyes glued to her.

“Believe me, it was real,” warm hands snaked around her waist, a solid wall pressing against her. “And incredible,” whispered Deimos.

“Good, because it was amazing. I never knew what the girls spoke about, but after that, I am hooked.”

A heated breath caressed her ear as Deimos leaned in, placing butterfly kisses down her neck, sending a different heat to her nether regions.

“I am happy to oblige.”

As Deimos trailed his fingers over her form, she relaxed as her head dropped on his shoulder. The blanket suddenly disappeared, and her body opened to the warmth as they stood before the firepit. Sparks of energy flowed over her skin as his fingers trailed her body, momentarily stopping on her upper thigh. The teasing foreshadowed the same pleasure she experienced last night, and her body opened for him as her knees spread.

“I dreamed about this last night and this morning.” his voice sounded husky as arousal filled her, wetness gathering between her legs. “To know that you belong to me,” fingers lightly grazed over her hair before slipping underneath, a moan bubbling from her chest. “That only I can make you scream with pleasure.” As his fingers explored her folds, Nix’s eyes closed, the whispers in her ears pushing her over the top.

His fingers rubbed over her opening, spreading her open and covering him in her sweet juice. With his free hand, he teased her nipple, plucking it before rolling it in his fingers, marvelling at the feel as it tightened and he was the one controlling her body. “But what I love the most,” began Deimos as two fingers easily slipped into her, her moans getting higher while her body shivered against his. Pumping in and out, Deimos used her soft whimpers to guide him and know exactly what she needed. The channel tightened around his fingers as her chest rose heavily from the deep breaths she took. He knew she was close. Her pleasure sent him into overdrive as the need for her to get released fueled his love for her. His little witch. “Is the way you respond to me. That your body lights up with a mere whisper of my touch.”

“Deimos,” Nix moaned his name as she got flung over the edge. Sparks burst over her skin, only intensified by his moving fingers between her legs. Her knees give in as the pleasure slowly dissipates, but Deimos’ hold keeps her up.

“I have you,” reassures Deimos as he sweeps her into his arms. Moving away from the warmth of the fire, he gently lays her on the bed. Sleepy eyes smile at him as he covers her glorious body with the blanket.

“Where have you been all my life?” asks Nix as tiredness consumes her. Snuggling more profoundly into the comfort of her surroundings, her heavy lids droop closed as sleep takes over.

Brushing away fallen tendrils on her forehead before resting his fingers over her cheek, Deimos couldn’t help but thank the Gods for her. Since the beginning of time, he felt like something was missing from him. Though surrounded by dozens of his brothers and sisters, he had thought it was the power he needed. And that need had led him to the mortal realm, only for his true purpose to be revealed. Training Nix in the art of magic might have been his first mission, but after last night, he knew his goal in this vast universe. To love and protect the delicate creature before him. To hell with the Gods and those who would object to their union. Silently vowing to be all she needs, Deimos gave a final loving glance at a sleeping Nix before leaving her. Grabbing the required tools, Deimos headed out to provide for his love what mortal vessels needed. Even if it takes the whole day, he will not return without nourishment.

As the cloth closed behind him and he moved towards the path for the woods, a dark form stepped out from the shadows, moving its head from the door to cast a shade over Nix as it approached the unaware girl. If someone were to enter the hut now, they would witness a black outline, solid yet translucent at the same time, flickering with a light cast from the fire bending over the bed. But no one was around to witness the creature lowering its head over Nix or what would be an arm hovering over her. The top of the shadow was only a few inches from her face, the warm breath of Nix washing over it. If it could feel anything, it wished to experience that, but in this form, the world was a mere blur in its vision. Whispering unheard words, the shadow reached for her head, a transparent shape gliding over her delicate skin before pulling back. Its job was done with the spell set in place. All it could do was watch from a distance and hope that Nix had the strength to face the challenges about to be thrust at her, for one could not be the chosen, the first of something, without facing complex decisions. Sacrifices will be made as the choices set off an unknown chain of events which could destroy all creatures. Human and supernatural. Nix must be strong enough and trust herself, or they are all doomed.