𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻
Magic

❅𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻❅

My mind ran in circles—wondering where it all began and ended.

Was this plotted years ago?

Did she know what I was going through the entire time?

Maybe monsters do create monsters.

Maybe this was all on her hands to begin with.

"Virelai."

I glanced over up to the mirror, noticing Mazin standing behind me in the large unfamiliar bathroom.

I really want to go home.

I want to spend Christmas with my girlfriend and everyone I love under one roof.

But instead, we're here.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said, setting my toothbrush down as I wiped my mouth.

"Then I'll talk instead," Mazin determined, walking closer to stand behind me at the bathroom sink, "We're going to get her, Virelai, and I swear this will finally be over."

I shook my head as I turned around to face her, "That's what you said last time," I said, and I couldn't miss how Mazin's expression dropped slightly.

It made my chest clench up, but it was the truth.

"This is never-ending. It's never going to go away—"

"I'll make it go away," Mazin cut me short before I could finish, "I'll make anything go away for you."

I glanced away from her, unable to believe what she was telling me right now.

Mostly, because this felt out of our control.

It felt like this stuff would just keep happening.

I suddenly glanced over when I noticed Mazin lowering down onto her knees, easily making my brows furrow.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, staring down at her.

"I'm making you a promise," Mazin said, running her hands up the sides of my thighs, "This will be the last time you have to deal with this. I don't care what I have to go through to get you peace. I promise I'll do it for you."

I let out a deep breath at her words, "Mazin," I whispered, processing how serious she was with me right now.

And the fact that she's on her knees to declare these words.

None of this is even her fault and... I love her so much.

"It just..." I trailed off, inhaling a visible breath, "It's hard to believe when it's been happening since high school."

Mazin nodded a few times, "I know, Virelai," she said, gently squeezing the side of my thighs, "I wish I could go back and change it all—I wish it could've been us from the beginning."

I nodded silently, knowing that one decision could've changed everything.

One miscommunication could've landed us at such a different spot in life.

"Now we handle Roxi and that's it," Mazin assured me, leaning in to hug my legs to her body, "This entire thing will be over and we can move on."

I gently rested my hands at the back of her head, running my hands through her soft blonde hair as she let out a deep sigh.

Dani's words made sense now.

I'm very fucking shocked that Roxi is behind this—that she was the one who put Dani up to the task of handling me.

It meant that she knew of the physical and emotional abuse.

She had to.

I wonder if she had known even when I was in high school.

It all clicked together now.

How Roxi coincidentally bumped into me at the grocery store and invited me for dinner.

Why she was so set on me and Dani being together.

I didn't hear a word from her after Dani died, which I always thought was weird, but I also assumed Mazin and Tahir handled that side of things.

Except now it turns out Roxi was silent for a reason.

She was too busy planning what move she would make next, and now that Dani's dead, I know Roxi is fighting a little harder for her.

Which might complicate this situation a little more.

A deep sigh suddenly fell from my lips, gently guiding Mazin away from my legs, "You can stand up now baby," I whispered, hating the imbalance between us.

"I don't know, I like it down here," Mazin said, staring up at me.

I jokingly rolled my eyes at her insinuation, "The last thing we should be focused on right now is sex," I pointed out, knowing we had other things that needed our attention.

"Our problems will be there tomorrow," Mazin said, her lips twitching up when I shook my head at her, "Or in five minutes considering I could make you finish in less."

My brows raised at her straightforward words, feeling my face burn up, "That's... not true," I tried my best to say, even if it was entirely true.

I just didn't like the idea that I was so easy for her.

"It's not a bad thing baby," Mazin suddenly said, reading my inner thoughts so easily.

"I know, I just don't necessarily agree with you," I said, shrugging nonchalantly as I stared down at her.

Mazin's smile grew slightly, "Well, I think your body agrees with me," she murmured, running her hands further up the side of my thighs, "But I'm open to being proven wrong."

I hummed, noticing how she was looking up at me, "Of course, you would be open to that," I said, knowing exactly what she wanted.

"I just want to distract you—I want to make you feel good," my girlfriend explained, tracing her fingers under the waistband of my leggings.

I pursed my lips together, trying to hold back my smile from her words.

They seemed to make a warmth burn around me—along with her gentle caresses against my lower stomach.

It was all enough to make me crave more.

"Okay," I suddenly said, deciding that everything else could wait, "Then you'll see that I do last longer."

Mazin raised a brow, "Oh so we're turning this into a challenge?" she clarified, which immediately made me draw in a small breath.

Only because I knew if I declared this as a challenge, Mazin would personally find a way to win.

But I will too.

I'll make sure of it.

"Yes," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

My girlfriend hummed once, not bothering to say anything as she stared up at me for a moment.

Until she suddenly leaned away from my legs—

And stood to her feet.

"Let's move this into the bedroom then," Mazin determined, motioning her head over to the doorway.

The warmth around me burned hotter, wondering what was running through my girlfriend's head.

Like how far she was willing to take this.

"The bedroom it is," I said, trying to remain unfazed as I walked past her out of the bathroom.

But the truth is I was unsure if I would win this one.

I also wasn't sure how I would—especially when it came to fighting my orgasm away.

The first thing Mazin did was kiss me, and I made sure to purposely slow our motions.

Mostly because I wanted to make this all that much harder for her.

But Mazin didn't seem fazed—instead, she kissed me deeper and slower, running her hands under the loose shirt I wore.

A soft breath fell from my lips, muffled by her mouth as she began kneading my breasts through my bralette.

It was an action that made a pulse grow between my legs, arching away from her to contain myself better.

I let out a deeper breath when she ran her thumbs over my nipples hardened through the thin material.

I arched even further away from her, causing Mazin to nip at my bottom lip in rebuttal and earn a whimper from me.

"Don't run," was all she said, her voice lowered and raspy against my lips.

I let out a deep breath when she lowered her hands down from my breasts, but the damage had already been done.

My underwear was soaked—I could physically feel it. 

Mazin guided me back onto the bed within seconds, tugging my shirt over my head along with my bralette to expose me entirely.

My leggings were next, only leaving me in my simple black underwear that she slowly trailed down my legs.

Her pace felt purposeful.

Especially with how she was looking at me.

It took everything in me to not squirm like she wanted me to do.

I just remained still, staring up at her with nothing but challenge.

"Take your time," I decided to say, smiling slightly when Mazin raised a brow at my words.

"If you say so," Mazin said, tossing my underwear aside and leaning down to me.

But not where I wanted her.

Instead, she focused on trailing soft kisses up the valley of my chest, trailing over to one of my breasts as her lips wrapped around one of my nipples.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips, arching away from her as I tried not to squirm or shift.

But that felt impossible when she suddenly kneaded my other breast with one of her hands, teasing my nipple with her fingers as her tongue did the same with my other.

I could feel my legs unconsciously spread wider for her, wanting her to go lower.

But she didn't.

She spent countless torturous minutes, teasing and flicking my nipples.

"Mazin," I finally whined out, caving against my own inner thoughts screaming at me not to.

I let out a breathless huff when her motions stalled against my chest, allowing my tense body to finally relax against the bed.

The wetness between my thighs was so prominent that I almost considered if I had ruined the bedding underneath me.

"Mazin," I sighed in frustration when she started kissing up my neck.

"What is it baby?" she asked me, her innocent tone frustrating me more.

"Stop teasing me," I breathed out, leaning away from her kisses.

Mazin only smirked against my neck as she trailed her fingertips down past my lower stomach and—

A gasp fell from my lips, my hips bucking as soon as her fingers traced my slick folds.

It was a certain sensitivity that made me whimper.

"Do you still want me to take my time?" Mazin purposely murmured against my neck.

I sighed in frustration, "No," I mumbled reluctantly, knowing I wasn't even going to try and endure this teasing for a second longer.

Even if it meant giving in to her point. 

"Are you sure because—"

"Mazin, just touch me already," I cut her short, my face burning even more with frustration.

"Of course baby," Mazin calmly responded to my demands, leaning away from my face.

But only to bury her face down between my thighs where I craved her most.

Deep moans spilled from my lips as soon as her mouth was pressed to my clit, sucking and flicking my sensitive bud.

It almost made me forget about our challenge and the restraint I was supposed to be showing.

I kept my eyes open, desperately trying to focus on the ceiling as I fought away my orgasm.

Which somehow made my legs tremble even worse, straining to arch away from her warm mouth.

Mazin gripped my hips more firmly in place, quickening her pace when she noticed my resistance.

That's when my moans and whines grew, gripping the sheets as I focused even more on the ceiling above me.

It felt like it had been countless minutes but in reality, it had maybe been one or two.

Which is why I was very confused when Mazin suddenly pulled away, sending an uncomfortable ache through my core.

"You're fighting your orgasm," Mazin said, clearly disapproving of my actions.

I furrowed my brows in fake confusion, "I am?" I asked her innocently.

Mazin didn't say anything in response.

She just stared down at me for a moment, clearly deep in thought.

Until she finally nodded, coming to some internal conclusion.

"Stay right here," she suddenly said, backing away from me, "I'll be back."

I furrowed my brows, sitting up on my elbows as I watched her walk off to the closet.

My mind was racing with different scenarios and thoughts—wondering what she could possibly be doing.

I knew it would probably involve her winning this stupid challenge between us.

My brows raised as soon as she exited the closet, wearing a black bra that accentuated her chest so perfectly with matching underwear, and—

Well, I'm not sure what it was.

It looked like a dildo of some sort but attached by a harness I think.

"We're going to try things differently tonight," Mazin said, stopping by my legs that she gently spread wider apart, "Is that okay with you beautiful?"

I remained silent for a moment, processing this current moment.

Until I nodded almost hesitantly.

"Yes, I just... I'm a little unsure," I said, furrowing my brows at my own confused words, "I mean, it looks like it might uh hurt?" I tried my best to explain.

"We'll go slow, and I'll only give you what you can handle," Mazin quickly assured me, caressing her hands against my thighs, "But only if you're comfortable—we can always save this for another time."

I remained silent again, feeling myself grow more aroused at the idea of her using that on me.

I trust her entirely, and I know that if I'm uncomfortable she'll stop immediately.

"I'm comfortable," I suddenly said, nodding a few times at my words, "But this doesn't count for the challenge because—"

"Fuck the challenge," Mazin cut me short, "You won baby, and now you're... really wet."

I drew in a deep breath at her words, noticing how she rolled her shoulders back. 

She looked visibly turned on by her own words.

I suddenly nodded, especially when I processed the fact that she admitted I won.

"I'm ready," I whispered, spreading my legs wider for her.

Mazin hummed in response, "I need you to be vocal with me—tell me if it hurts or if you want to stop," she told me, aligning the cold tip at my warm entrance.

Which was enough to make shivers run down my spine.

"I will," I assured her, gripping the sheets even tighter when she began slowly sinking the dildo inside of me.

It made my lips part, yet a sound didn't come out.

All I could feel was a prominent tightness, making my brows furrow as I tried my best to adjust to the weird sensation.

"How is that?" Mazin asked me, halting her actions halfway inside of me.

"Weird..." I trailed off in a soft whisper, feeling myself tighten around the dildo.

Mazin nodded, her dark eyes openly trailing my face, "Is it okay if I start moving?" she asked, clearly making sure I was okay with it first.

I nodded once, anticipating her next actions.

I drew in a fleeting breath when she slid out of my slightly—

Only to thrust back into me and earn a deep moan from me.

She only slid the dildo halfway back in with each stroke, especially as I tried to adjust to it all.

But with each thrust, I could feel my body growing needier.

And wetter.

I wanted more.

"Mazin," I forced out, her name coming out as a long drawn-out moan, "More... please," I tried my best to say.

My girlfriend nodded immediately, sliding even deeper into me and earning a loud whimper from me.

"Virelai," I heard her voice echo around me, "How is that? Does it feel okay baby?"

I nodded almost rapidly, feeling this immense pleasure evade every inch of my body.

"Keep going—please keep going," I tried my best to say as my eyes rolled close, reaching for her waist.

Mazin didn't hesitate to lean down into me, allowing me to hug her to my body as she continued her deeper thrusts.

It only took me seconds before I tightened around the dildo entirely, falling into my warm orgasm as my body tensed up into hers.

It was perfect.

The tingles running through my body were so warm, making my moans grow softer and more drawn out.

I held Mazin even tighter against my body, basking in our bare skin pressed together as she continued her slow strokes—helping me ride out my orgasm that made my legs tremble even worse.

Until my body went limp, gasping for air as my orgasm faded away.

Mazin slowly slid out of me as I laid there trying to catch my breath.

I watched as she took the harness off along with the dildo, throwing it aside so she could lay back down in my arms.

Her warm body against mine naturally helped soothe me back down from my intense orgasm, especially as she gently played with my hair and occasionally trailed kisses along my cheeks.

It was comfortably silent between us, the only sound was the heat that had turned on.

"I'm going to go clean up baby," Mazin suddenly whispered against my neck.

I nodded lazily, unable to truly speak a word to her right now.

I could barely even move.

Especially with how heavy and sore my legs felt.

Luckily, Mazin helped me under the covers, ensuring that the pillows were comfortable under my head.

Then she retreated into the bathroom with the harness in her hand.

Meanwhile, I let my eyes fall closed—for once thinking about nothing.

My mind was perfectly blank and I had never felt fucking calmer.

Roxi, Dove—this new gang, it was the last thing on my mind. 

Especially as I listened to the sink run for a few minutes on end, the running water making me grow more tired than I already was.

Soon my girlfriend emerged from the bathroom, now wearing one of her satin robes.

But as soon as she made it to the bed, her robe was off, joining me in bed naked.

Our bare bodies molded together perfectly as she pulled me closer in her arms, tangling our smooth legs together.

The smell of hair product was prominent around me, naturally making me inhale deeper to bask in her familiar scent.

"Merry Christmas beautiful," Mazin whispered against my soft skin.

"It's already midnight?" I asked, my soft voice barely audible.

"It's almost one baby," Mazin told me, pressing a soft kiss to my skin.

I hummed in response, "Then Merry Christmas, Mazi," I murmured, holding her tighter to me as I slowly drifted off to sleep in her arms.

Christmas morning would come with problems for once, but it all felt so far away so long as I was in her arms. 

Mazin had successfully taken my mind off of it all. 

So much so, that I wondered if there was some kind of magic to it.