Chapter 17 : Claiming Mae

*Henry* Henry climbed the tree next to Mae's window and peered inside. The light was still on. His whole body tingled with hope and desire for her. Henry climbed out on the far branch and tapped lightly on her window. He swallowed hard and hoped that she was awake and alone. Almost instantly, Mae appeared, her thin white shirt was almost see-through, and it drove Henry a little mad. She opened the window and looked out to see him barely hanging onto the tree. "Henry! Are you out of your mind? What are you doing here?" Mae whispered. "I have to talk to you, right now," he answered. Mae stepped aside and gave enough room for Henry to crawl into the window. "You have to be quiet," she whispered. "My father is a light sleeper," she warned as Henry jumped from the branch to the window sill. He caught it and hung halfway in the room and half on the side of the house. Mae moved quickly to help pull him inside, and they ended up tumbling together onto the floor. "Well, that wasn't very quiet," she said with a giggle. Henry smiled at her. He laid half on top of her and brushed her curls from her face before kissing her deeply. Mae fought against him just a little, and Henry instantly stopped. She looked at him with depressing longing. "We talked about this earlier today. We can't be together until this is fixed," she reminded him. Henry smiled. "I know what happened. I was right all along. Something was wrong, but we are meant to be together," Henry answered. Mae looked at him, confused, and pulled him over to sit with her on the bed. "Henry, what are you talking about?" "Circe, she's always had a crush on me. She couldn't stand the idea of me being with you so she made a deal with the witch in the woods. The witch cast a spell so that I would mate with Circe and not you. Don't you see? It's the spell, Mae. You and I are fated to be together. It is in the Moon Goddess's plan for our love to be made real and lasting." "Circe? I can't believe she would do this," Mae muttered, looking down and thinking about the whole situation. "I know, I could hardly believe it myself. But she told me everything. She admitted to everything." Henry squeezed Mae's thigh and tried to let go of the anger that was now rushing back to him at the memory of it. Much to his surprise, Mae leaned in and kissed him. She started to push herself into his lap and continued to hold his mouth on hers. Henry instantly forgot everything except for Mae. He soaked in the feeling of her touch and everything within him longed for her, craved her. He wrapped his arms around her and started to slowly lift the edges of her shirt to feel the warm skin on her back. Mae moaned a little with pleasure which only sent Henry more off the edge for her. He tried to maintain being gentle, but he loved her so much. He had waited so long and wanted her so badly. He pulled her tightly to him and pushed his hand through her shirt until he was gripping the edges of her shoulders. "I love you, Henry," Mae muttered between kisses. Henry groaned and moved down to kiss her neck. He kissed her deeply, taking in the taste of her, so sweet. He pulled down the neck of her shirt and kissed her shoulder. Henry pulled his other hand around and slid it carefully up her stomach. When Mae didn't stop him, he wrapped his hand around her breast and felt her nipple harden under his touch. The tingling sensations grew wilder within him. Mae was breathing hard and making soft moaning noises for him. Each little whimper of pleasure she made only made him grow more hungry for her. He moved his mouth back up to hers and pulled her in closer to him. In one quick movement, he grabbed her and lowered her down onto her back. He kissed her mouth forcefully and felt as if he could never get enough. He felt himself growing harder than he thought he had ever been. Henry pushed her shirt up above her breasts and moved his lips down her soft skin. He kissed them each sweetly, playing with each nipple between his teeth. Mae reached down and pulled his hair as if begging him for more. He was more than happy to oblige. He kissed her stomach and looked up at Mae. Her eyes were closed; she was lost in the moment. Slowly and carefully, making sure to listen to what Mae was comfortable with, he slid off her pajama shorts. She looked more perfect than he ever could have imagined. He looked at her, and she was looking at him now. "Is this okay?" he asked as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders. She smiled and nodded. "I love you so much, Mae." Henry licked his lips in anticipation and kissed the side of her thigh on his way down. When he finally reached his desired location, Mae let out a louder moan than before and quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. She tasted sweeter than he ever could have imagined. He licked every inch of her and listened to her moans and desires, moving faster with each indication she gave him. With her free hand, Mae reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair again, pressing his face further into her. He smiled, happy she was enjoying herself. He licked and sucked, listening to her and tasting her, hoping to bring her as much pleasure as he could. This was all he ever wanted–to bring her happiness and pleasure. Mae gripped the sheets beside her and started to pulse lightly against him. She tugged on his hair, an indication to him that she was close. Henry continued on the same course he had been on, only speeding up a little bit to bring her to a climax. When he could tell Mae was losing control, Henry reached one hand up to cover her mouth without stopping. He wouldn't risk waking anyone in the house or taking away her greatest moment of pleasure. Mae shook and squeezed the sheets in her hand, moaning against Henry's hand wrapped tightly over her mouth. Henry couldn't help but smile, enjoying her pleasure. Only when he was certain she was finished did he finally stop. He wiped her pleasure from his mouth before carefully pulling her shorts back on, tugging her shirt down, and laying down next to her. Mae curled herself up in his arms and held him tightly. "I wanted that for so long, I thought for a moment it would never happen," she whispered. Henry chuckled, knowing exactly what she meant. "Now that we can be together, and we know we are destined to be mated, I'll be more than happy to do that for you, any time you like, my love," Henry replied. "But we're not," Mae whispered. Henry's muscles stiffened, and for just a split second, he worried it had all been a dream. But he squeezed her tight and was certain Mae was real in his arms. "What do you mean?" "Well, the witch, did she reverse the spell?" Mae asked. Henry grunted, recalling his previous anger and disgust with Circe. "No, apparently Circe went back to the witch to ask her to reverse the spell, and she refused. We'll have to find a way to force her to do it," Henry answered with a long sigh. Mae was quiet and still. Henry listened to the sound of her breathing against his chest. "But we are meant to be together, Mae, I promise." Henry turned on his side and rubbed a hand over her stomach again. He smiled seductively as he reached for the edge of her shorts again. Mae smiled and lightly pushed his hand back. "We can't do anything seriously together until we fix this. So let's come up with a plan. How do we convince–or force the witch to reverse the spell?" Mae asked. Henry scrunched his eyebrows, deep in thought. "Circe said the witch wouldn't because Circe no longer had anything the witch wanted," Henry answered, thinking. "Maybe we do," Mae offered. Henry glanced at Mae with a bit of worry and caution. "You're worried about what the Moon Goddess might do, but not the evil magical woman in the woods?" Henry couldn't help but question. "Who knows what she might ask of us. No, I think it's better we find a way to force her." "You shouldn't be so prejudiced against magical women. There are magical women in my fam-" Mae paused, her words falling short as a new realization came to her. "Mae, what is it?" "My family is magical. My mother was a mage. My grandmother is too. Perhaps they could reverse the spell, and we wouldn't have to deal with the witch at all!" Mae suggested. "When was the last time you talked to your grandmother? Do you know if she's… you know, still around?" Henry asked, trying to be as sensitive as possible. Mae shrugged. "It's worth a shot, isn't it? She could help me reverse the spell and figure out what needs to be done to set things right!" "You're getting too loud," Henry warned, pressing his fingers lightly against her lips. "But I'm glad you're enthusiastic about this plan." Mae smiled and gave him apologetic eyes. "Are you?" she questioned. Henry shook his head and smiled. "I'm excited about any plan that allows me to be with you forever. I love you more than anything, Mae Forest. I'll do whatever it takes to spend the rest of my life making you happy… and giving you pleasure...." Before she could stop him, Henry had his hand down her shorts again. She was still so wet for him, his body ached for her. Mae closed her eyes and didn't fight him this time. Henry played with her and pushed his fingers deep inside of her. Mae cried out a little and clung to the edges of his shirt and he instantly pulled his fingers out. "Am I hurting you?" he worried. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "No, no, it just feels so good. Please, keep going," Mae begged. Henry smirked at her before pushing his fingers inside her again and pulling her mouth onto his. He held her lips and kept kissing her through her soft moans. He played with her and did all he could to bring her back to a delicious climax.