The Acolyte of Spirits and Curses

Cynthia’s hand wrapped around his thick shaft, her fingers slowly stroking his dick as she leaned in and kissed him.

Their lips met under the running water in a slow kiss as her hand moved up and down his cock.

Cynthia pulled back slightly, and her eyes were half-lidded as she looked at him, her hand still stroking his dick slowly.

Klein’s hand slid up her back, his fingers threading through her wet white hair as he kissed her back.

Then, the bathroom door opened.

Neither of them noticed at first.

It was only when Cynthia shifted slightly that she caught sight of the figure stepping in, and her expression immediately changed.

Still holding onto Klein, she turned her head with an annoyed look. "Have some manners, can’t you see we’re busy, you dumbass?"

Arwen walked into the bathroom with her black hair tied up in a messy bun, still wearing her tank top and shorts from the morning.

"Oh, I can see that," she replied evenly as she stepped closer. "You’re with my boyfriend."

Cynthia’s lips twitched "You just ruined the mood."

Arwen ignored that entirely.

She reached out and grabbed Klein’s ass, squeezing it playfully as she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips.

"Breakfast and coffee are ready, darling; come down soon."

He chuckled softly and nodded his head.

Cynthia stared at her in disbelief for a second "...You really just came in here to say that?"

Arwen raised an eyebrow slightly. "Yes."

She then turned and walked out just as calmly as she entered, closing the door behind her without another word.

"Ugh, she just ruined the mood."

Cynthia let out a frustrated groan as she pressed her face against his chest, the warm water continuing to cascade over them.

She pouted, looking up at him "Just when things were getting good..."

Klein kissed her forehead, then her lips, "We’ll continue later."

Cynthia made a small face but didn’t argue, reaching up to brush her damp hair back as she glanced toward the door once more.

"...Next time," she muttered under her breath, "I’m locking it."

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Klein was sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched Cynthia stand naked in front of him.

She had a soft towel in her hands as she gently dried his hair with slow, careful motions.

Her body was still slightly damp from the shower, her skin glistening under the soft bedroom light.

Every time she moved her arms to rub the towel over his hair, her breasts jiggled gently with the motion.

Klein’s eyes were drawn to them, unable to look away as they moved with her gentle movements.

Cynthia noticed his gaze and a small, playful smile formed on her lips as she continued drying his hair, massaging his scalp through the towel.

"You’re staring," she said softly in a teasing tone.

Klein reached out and pulled her a little closer with his eyes still fixed on her breasts as they jiggled with her movements.

"I can’t help it... You’re beautiful."

Cynthia blushed slightly, but she didn’t stop.

She continued drying his hair, moving her body in a way that made her breasts jiggle even more, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.

Klein’s hands slid up from her hips to her waist, then higher, his fingers brushing against the underside of her breasts as he watched them move.

He couldn’t resist anymore. He leaned forward and kissed one of her breasts, pressing his lips against the soft skin as he sucked gently on her nipple.

Snuggling his face into her breasts, he wrapped his arms around her waist as he buried his face between them, savoring the warmth and softness of her body.

Cynthia let out a soft, amused breath at his behavior as she shifted and settled onto his lap, straddling him comfortably.

One hand continued to move through his slightly damp hair, drying and combing through it, while the other rested lightly on his shoulder to steady herself.

"You really are like a baby sometimes," she whispered softly.

Klein simply letting out a quiet sigh as he relaxed further into her breasts.

After a brief pause, his voice came out quieter.

"...Cyn," he murmured, shifting just slightly, "what do you think of Ria?"

Her hand stilled for just a moment in his hair.

"...Ria..." she repeated softly, and her gaze lowered slightly as she looked at him.

"She sounds intense," she muttered after a moment as a faint, wry smile touched her lips.

"The kind of person who would either love you with everything she has... or burn the world down for you."

Her hand paused, her fingers lightly brushing against his scalp.

"...And from what you said..." her voice softened just a little, "...she already proved which one she is."

Klein remained quiet, listening to her words.

Cynthia exhaled slowly, "I’d be lying if I said I’m completely okay with it."

Her lips pressed into a thin line for a brief second before relaxing again.

"But...I also can’t hate her."

Her hand slid down from his hair to cup the side of his head gently "...After hearing what she went through."

Cynthia’s thumb brushed lightly against his temple as she looked at him more directly "You care about her," she said softly.

She gave a small, almost resigned smile "...Then I guess I’ll have to try too."

Her fingers slowed in his hair "I’m not like Arwen. She got you without having to fight for it... you just naturally chose her."

"So of course she acts like that... like you belong to her."

Her hand slid from his hair to his cheek, holding his face there, not letting him look away.

"But me?" she let out a soft breath, "I’ve been wanting you for years, Klein."

Her thumb brushed against his skin slowly, almost absentmindedly.

"I didn’t get to be the one you chose first. I... didn’t get the clean, happy version of this."

Her voice softened, "I got the version where I had to stand there and watch you fall in love with someone else... and still stay."

She leaned down a little more, "...So yeah. I think I understand that girl."

"I know what it feels like to want someone so much that you start convincing yourself that even scraps are enough."

Her arms slowly wrapped around his neck, pulling herself closer.

"I told you before, didn’t I?" she whispered near his lips. "I don’t mind being second... or hidden... or whatever."

"As long as I’m not nothing to you."

That’s the difference.

Arwen would fight to keep him.

Cynthia would fight to stay, even if she had to share or hurt.

Hearing her words, Klein’s gaze trembled and his chest tightened in a way he couldn’t quite put into words.

"Honestly I... I don’t even deserve someone like you."

Cynthia raised her hand and pinched his cheek.

"...Idiot," she muttered, not harshly, but with a kind of annoyed affection.

She leaned in slightly and bumped her forehead into his.

"Don’t say stuff like that. You don’t get to decide what I deserve."

Her thumb brushed lightly over the spot she had just pinched, as if undoing the sting.

"I chose you. Even when you didn’t choose me first."

A faint, crooked smile tugged at her lips "And I’m still choosing you."

Her hand slid from his cheek to the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer.

"So don’t stand there acting like I’m some saint or something," she added, a quiet huff escaping her lips.

"I’m selfish too, you know."

Her eyes softened slightly, "I’m staying because I want to stay. Not because you ’deserve’ me."

There was a brief pause before her lips curved again, just a little more playfully this time.

"...And if you keep saying dumb things like that," she added, giving his cheek another light pinch, "I’ll start charging you for emotional damage."

Klein let out a quiet breath as his hand came up to rest over hers.

"...You’re really something," he murmured.

Cynthia smirked faintly.

"I know. Now give me a kiss."

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