Broken Hearts

Topaz's First

"I am not ashamed anymore. I want something so impure. You better impress now, watching my dress now fall to the floor..."-Halsey, Not Afraid Anymore 

Topaz could feel the nerves running through her body. The excitement of knowing what she wanted, and the nerves of knowing she was going to do it, pumped through. A sweet euphoria that had her shaking the moment she took a portal home in time to tell her mother bye. 

Topaz's mother, Monica, was a dressmaker and highly sought after in different realms for special occasions. Topaz's father, Jamie, had died when she was ten. A demon had mistaken him for a threat to his mating and killed him. 

Even though she was devastated, Monica hadn't fallen apart. Her daughter had needed her, and she wouldn't dishonor her husband's memory by neglecting their child. 

And now they lived comfortably by the Eternity lake in a beautiful home. They were both happy and content.

When Monica waved bye to her daughter before teleporting to the Kongo Realm, the warrior realm to other's, Topaz immediately began to get the house ready. After a quick mental pep talk, Topaz started moving to get ready. 

She held up her daily bouquet of flowers from her mate and smiled. Pulling the beautiful pink petals from her rose, Topaz began to make a trail up the stairs to her bedroom. When she walked into her large room, Topaz nervously watched as the room altered. 

The white bedding, the band posters, the goody-goody atmosphere of a little girl turning into a sedative setting of a temptress. The bedding turning into a dark velvet covered in more rose petals. 

The white curtains hanging from Topaz canopy became red as she walked to her bathroom and held up a bath bomb in her hand. 

She had reluctantly asked Amaya for the perfect scent to drive Charlie nuts. It hadn't been as awkward as she thought it would. She'd known Amaya since she was thirteen, and while she was the Queen of Valor she was still just Amaya to her. 

The older witch had smirked knowingly without comment and handed her a black and red bath bomb that reeked of danger and something sensual.

Dropping into the water, Topaz inhaled the tantalizing scent smiling before sliding into the hot water. 

"Eat strawberries and drink this while you bathe. You'll thank me later." Amaya had told her as she gave her a champagne bottle. 

The sweet strawberries and the luxury champagne had Topaz relaxed under the water and her body thrumming with lust. 'Where's my mate?' Topaz wondered as she grabbed another strawberry. 

Charles was in that moment  fighting running to his mate's side.

 The moment he jumped through a portal he knew what he HAD to do. But in all honesty, he just wanted to be with Topaz. 

Alone. 

But he had to check on his father. 

The once-great witch was now fighting to stay alive. 

Or should he say, his liver was fighting to keep him alive? 

When Charles got home, he wasn't greeted with happiness, love, or any of the normal things a parent would give when they hadn't seen them in almost two weeks. 

Instead, Lennox looked up from his spirits, belched and gruffly sneered, "I'm going to the pub. Don't wait up." Grabbing his father from leaving, Charles threw him into a chair, "Not until I see you eat." Lennox started to protest but a thunderous looked appeared on the usually happy younger witch's face. 

"Don't start Lennox! I won't be here to baby and worry about you for the night. Until I leave in the next hour I will make sure you eat and don't end up sleeping naked outside a pub. Again." 

Lennox winced as his son made him dinner and put spells on his clothes so that after Lennox passed out he'd be teleported home and not wind up in a ditch. Because he would pass out, it was predictable Lennox behavior. 

And usually, Charles would be too busy running behind him, afraid he'd hurt himself or someone else. Or worse he'd pick a fight with someone who could kill him in a blink. But with Topaz having shyly begged him to just spend time with her. 

Alone. 

No interruptions. 

Charles wouldn't let his father snatch what could possibly be the best night of his life away from him. 

When Lennox was done eating and had satisfied his son with drinking two cups of water, Charles bitterly told him he could continue to kill himself and left. 

When Charles arrived at Topaz's he could feel the stress an hour with his father had cause slip away. It was always like that when he was with Topaz. She made it easy to breathe, easy to think, easy to just be himself. 

Walking into the house, Charles smiled when he found the rose petals from his daily bouquet to his mate leading him upstairs. He followed them to her room and found his mate waiting for him in a grey lace bodysuit standing by her bed. 

Her long curls falling down around in a perfect halo as her sweet body glistened in the dim seductive lighting. Walking into her embrace, Charles hummed as she whispered, "How is he?" Sighing Charles admitted, "No better, no worse." 

Topaz left the situation alone and pulled Charles down on to her bed beside her. Feeding him a strawberry she held up their glasses and he smiled, "You trying to get me drunk?" Topaz smirked, "I don't need to." 

Charles chuckled and Topaz blushed wildly before telling him, "I made you dinner. It's your favorite, Sesame seed chicken, lo mien noodles, those dumplings you like." Charles grinned wide accepting the glass from her hand. "I can imagine coming home to this in the future. Sounds perfect." 

Topaz looked up into her mate's brown eyes as he took a swig of his champagne. Topaz bit into a strawberry as his horny eyes took in the sight of her body in the lace bodysuit she had put on. 

Charles knew he needed to breathe and take things slow. 

It was both their first time, he didn't want to rush her. But Topaz had the body of a goddess, and she was dressed like that. And she smelled f*****g incredible. Like the sweetest sins mixed with a hint of devilish intentions. It fit her perfectly and it had him hard as a rock. "D-did you get a new perfume babe?" 

Topaz smiled knowingly and looked over at him, "Special bath bomb. Do you like it?" 

Charles groaned low in his throat. He more than liked it. The scent alone was making it hard for him to think of anything but ripping her clothes off. As Topaz stood to go and check on something in the kitchen, Charles watched her go curiously. 

Topaz rushed into the kitchen and turned off the stove and pots, her hands nervously tapping on the counter as she steady herself. "Don't be a baby." She scolded herself before grabbing a bottle of vinegar. Topaz's hands shook as she picked up the dropper and put three drops on her tongue. 

Breathing out Topaz whispered, "Infecunditatem." Completely protected against any unwanted pregnancy, Topaz turned and found Charles smiling at her knowingly. Blushing as both went to her room, Topaz turned as Charles closed the door and whispered, "We don't have to Topaz." 

Topaz turned to face him, "I want to." Charles caught his mate's hip and held her to him. "You're shaking. You're scared." Topaz bit her bottom lip, "Not scared, a little nervous...but I want to." Peeking up through her lashes at him she teased, "Do you?" 

Charles responded with a fiery kiss to her lush mouth. He groaned tasting the strawberries and champagne on her lips. Feeling her hot body shivering against his, Charles easily picked her up and carried her to her bed. Laying her down, Topaz watched him with hooded eyes as he stripped his clothes for her. 

Pulling his shirt off and then his jeans, Charles watched as Topaz removed her bodysuit revealing nothing underneath. Charles lowered himself over Topaz, her soft hands running down the hard planes of his body making his c**k throb. 

"f**k baby, I love it when you touch me." Charles cursed as Topaz hands wrapped around his d**k. Her soft hand pumping him as he began stroking her. 

Kissing, touching, tasting one another warmed them up to the intimacy that they were about to share. Charles kissed down her body, Topaz arched into his kisses as he spread her thighs, his warm tongue swiping over her needy c**t.

Moaning, Topaz tried to move, but Charles held her down, his tongue becoming more aggressive as she became wetter from his sensual torture. As Charles kissed and sucked Topaz's c**t until she couldn't breathe, he thrust his fingers inside her until she was convulsing on his fingers. 

Charles looked at Topaz as she came down from her high and whispered, "Do you want to stop?" Topaz shook her head, "No. I want to." he removed his boxers and after positioning himself he slowly began to push into her. 

Topaz groaned into Charles' neck as she savored the stretch, the feeling of him entering her, and felt him settle into a part of her soul she hadn't known could be occupied. A tear ran down Topaz's cheek and Charles kissed it away before gritting out, "Can I move? Am I hurting you?" 

Topaz shook her head clenching her sheets, "No. I want more." Moving her hips testing out the foreign feeling, Topaz gasped as Charles began to move inside of her. Slow, deep strokes making her moan for him as their bodies began to pick up a slight sheen of sweat. 

Charles tried not to hurt her, tried to keep it slow and as gentle as possible. But when she raised her hips begging for more he couldn't deny her. Charles kissed Topaz as their bodies began to settle into a rhythm, their lust and the feeling of being joined with their soulmates driving them to cry out together. 

When they both came to their senses neither one of them could talk. They just lay there for a while in each other's arms. Blushing, smiling like loons, and more in love with each other than they believed possible.