A witch finds her familiar
If I have to describe the kiss using just one word, I have to use hot. Fiery, passionate, all-consuming hot. At first I can’t believe this gorgeous stranger is kissing me. Melting into her gentle hold, I can scarcely keep myself upright. The heat from her lips is nothing compared to her tongue. As I battle her tongue, and am steadily losing, I feel the familiar and comforting warmth of passion wash over me. I regain my footing and press the attack. Her lips are formidable, and her tongue indomitable, but I still rally myself and engage in the fiercest duel of my life, the duel of the tongues.
Passion for passion, and perhaps something more. Stop! I can’t afford to distract myself with these details. I need to show her, to prove to her that I am her equal in the art of the kiss. As I deepen the kiss, I pull her closer to me, chest to chest.
“Mmmmmm”
“Ahhhhhhhhh”
Her vocalizations reverberate throughout my entire being. Suddenly I can feel her everywhere, her breasts pressing ever so softly into my chest. Her right foot takes a step between my legs, almost sitting on my right thigh. The squeeze of her thighs as she leans closer into me, relying upon me to hold her upright. Everywhere she touches is like magma. But instead of burning with intense heat, it is coalescing into energy. Energy that is leaving me through our impassioned kiss.
But it doesn’t stop there. The burning is only the beginning. It soon penetrates from my mundane body to something more. Something that can’t be comprehended by our modern human sciences. This thing inside me that I am suddenly oh so aware of encapsulates my entire being. Not a centimeter more or less. But it is so much more than simply my body. It feels like, with every second of this kiss, my feelings of passion are reacting to this incoming heat.
The fire grows hotter. It’s becoming harder to think. The only thing I am certain of is that I want—
NO!
I need more of her. I need her to be touching me everywhere.
I pull her closer into me. I need to have us connected as much as possible.
It becomes this ever-growing loop. I need her. And she gives me more of this strange heat. I want her even more now.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again...
It seems like eternity is flowing through me back into her. And suddenly it ends. No more heat, save that which is present from naturally pulling a woman close and kissing her senseless.
Our kiss seems to end as abruptly as it starts. She pulls back from my embrace, and I let her step away, my arms falling listlessly to my sides. I am finally able to get a good look at this enigmatic woman. Her black hair flows freely down her back, her eyes wide as if she can’t believe she just kissed me out of nowhere. She is wearing baggy clothes, but I know that she is in excellent physical shape, not because I have her pulled up against me, but because I just have a feeling, a hunch, that she has to be.
“My name is Miyeon.”
Suddenly my mind starts buzzing, almost painfully so, until it quiets and a familiar voice speaks.
“Please help me.”