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Whispers of the Occult - part 2
Days turn into weeks, your partnership with Wanda deepening.
Is this…attraction? you wonder, catching her lingering gaze.
As you work together, late nights spent poring over ancient texts and discussing theories, the connection between you grows stronger.
You admire her knowledge and dedication, and it’s clear that she feels the same way about you.
But there’s something more – an undeniable chemistry that simmers beneath the surface of your interactions.
“You’re different, you know,” Wanda says during a study break, her gaze intense.
“In a good way.”
The compliment catches you off guard and leaves your heart racing.
You mumble a reply but can’t help wondering if she feels the same attraction that you do.
The tension between you is palpable, and as the days pass, it only seems to grow stronger.
One evening, as you reach for the same page, your hands touch, a spark of electricity passing between you.
Wanda looks startled, then intrigued.
Your breath catches in your throat as you feel her fingers brush against yours – soft, warm, and incredibly intimate.
Your thoughts are a whirlwind: *Is she feeling the same thing?
Or am I reading too much into this?* You try to focus on the text but can’t shake the electricity that seems to crackle between you.
“I think…I think there’s something here,” Wanda admits, her voice barely a whisper, her hand still on yours.
Her words send shockwaves through your body, and for a moment, you can’t find the strength to speak.
The tension between you has reached its breaking point, and it seems there’s no going back now – not that either of you want to.
“I…I need some time to think,” you stammer, leaving Wanda behind, her words echoing in your mind.
As you walk through the hushed corridors of the library, your thoughts are consumed by Wanda and the emotions swirling within you.
You’ve never felt such a strong connection with anyone before – it’s both exhilarating and terrifying.
Returning to your dorm room, you try to distract yourself, but images of Wanda haunt your thoughts.
The memory of her touch lingers on your skin like an unspoken promise.
You find yourself lying in bed, unable to sleep, the electricity between you playing on repeat in your mind.
As the hours pass, the desire grows stronger and more intense – a raging fire that threatens to consume you whole.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, you close your eyes and let your imagination take hold.
You see Wanda standing before you, her dark hair cascading down her back as she gazes at you with those captivating eyes.
Slowly, you reach out and trace the outline of her face, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours.
Wanda’s lips curve into a seductive smile, and before you know it, your mouths are pressed together in a fiery kiss – hungry, passionate, and all-consuming.
Your hands roam over her body, exploring every curve as she moans softly against your lips.
Suddenly, Wanda’s fingers find the zipper of your dress, slowly lowering it with a sensual grace that sends shivers down your spine.
You gasp as cool air kisses your exposed skin, and you feel her warm breath on your neck, sending an electric current straight to your core.
As Wanda’s lips travel downward, she teases the sensitive flesh of your breasts with her tongue, circling each nipple until it tightens into a hardened peak.
Your body arches towards her touch, and you can’t help but cry out in pleasure as her mouth closes around one aching bud.
You feel Wanda’s hands on your hips, slowly sliding your underwear down your legs as she continues to suckle your breasts with an unbridled hunger.
Your body trembles with desire, and you can no longer hold back the moans that escape from your lips.
Wanda’s fingers find their way between your thighs, gently parting them as her touch becomes more insistent.
You feel her fingertip brushing lightly against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire body.
“Oh god,” you moan, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
“Please don’t stop.”
Wanda grins wickedly and begins to circle your sensitive bud with her fingertip, gradually increasing the pressure as she watches your face contort with pleasure.
You’re so close – so unbearably close – and you can’t hold back any longer.
As Wanda’s finger slips inside of you, your body convulses in orgasmic bliss, waves of pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave.
You cry out her name as the world around you fades into nothingness, lost in the ecstasy she has given you.
But just when you think it’s over, Wanda leans in close and whispers in your ear, “We’re not done yet.” And with those words, the fire between you reignites, hotter and more intense than before.
As you return to the library, your heart pounds like a drum in your chest.
What am I even going to say? Your mind races as you try to navigate the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you – excitement, anticipation, and an undeniable attraction for Wanda Maximoff.
You take a deep breath and steal yourself for this conversation - one that could change everything between you two.
As you approach her table, you see Wanda looking up at you with those captivating eyes, full of questions waiting to be answered.
Your nerves threaten to overwhelm you, but somehow, you find the strength to speak.
“I…I feel the same,” you admit in a barely audible whisper, your voice quivering as you confess the truth that has been hidden for so long.
Wanda’s expression softens, her eyes filling with warmth and understanding.
In that moment, it feels like everything is happening in slow motion - each breath, each heartbeat amplified by the intensity of this connection.
Slowly, she reaches out, her fingers gently caressing your face as if to reassure you that everything will be alright.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she murmurs, her voice laced with desire and a hint of vulnerability.
The electricity between you grows stronger, igniting an inferno that threatens to consume both of you whole.
Wanda pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together in a moment of raw intimacy.
You can feel the heat radiating from her skin as she leans in close, her breath warm against your ear.
“Are you sure?” she asks, her voice husky with longing.
You nod, your heart pounding wildly against your chest.
The desire wells up within you, an unstoppable force that demands to be released.
You can feel the taste of her lips on yours as you lean in for a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring the depths of your mouth with an insatiable hunger.
This moment is everything you’ve ever wanted – and so much more.
The chemistry between you sparks like lightning, igniting a fire that threatens to engulf both of you in its blaze.
Your hands roam over her body as Wanda moans softly against your lips, eager for more physical contact.
As the intensity grows, Wanda leads you toward an empty corner of the library, far away from prying eyes and curious whispers.
The thought of being discovered only adds fuel to the fire burning within you both, a thrilling sense of danger heightening the experience.
You push her against the wall, your lips claiming hers in a frenzied kiss as your hands explore every curve of her body.
Wanda moans in response, her fingers tangling in your hair and pulling you closer.
The desire for each other is palpable, an unquenchable thirst that needs to be sated immediately.
Slowly, you begin to undress one another, savoring the taste of skin on skin as fabric falls away.
You can see the want in Wanda’s eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as your hands trail down her body.
She gasps as your fingers find her breasts, circling each nipple until they harden into tight peaks.
Wanda’s hands slide down to the hem of your dress, pushing it upward as she reveals more and more of your body for her pleasure.
You can feel the heat radiating from her gaze as it travels over every inch of exposed skin, a hunger growing within you both that cannot be denied.
As you tear off the last of each other’s clothes, your eyes meet – and in that instant, you know there is no turning back now.
This connection between you has been forged by passion, desire, and an unyielding need to understand the depths of what lies beneath.
Wanda’s fingers find their way between your thighs, gently parting them as her touch becomes more insistent.
You feel her fingertip brush lightly against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire body.
“Oh god,” you moan, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Wanda grins wickedly and begins to circle your sensitive bud with her fingertip, gradually increasing the pressure as she watches your face contort with pleasure.
You’re so close – so unbearably close – and you can’t hold back any longer.
As Wanda’s finger slips inside of you, your body convulses in orgasmic bliss, waves of pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave.
You cry out her name as the world around you fades into nothingness, lost in the ecstasy she has given you.
But just when you think it’s over, Wanda leans in close and whispers in your ear, “We’re not done yet.” And with those words, the fire between you reignites, hotter and more intense than before.
The rest of the night is a blur of passionate embraces, tender caresses, and unbridled lust as you explore each other’s bodies in ways neither of you could have imagined.
You leave the library that night with the taste of Wanda’s lips still lingering on yours, your body humming with anticipation for what lies ahead.
“Tomorrow,” Wanda promises, her eyes smoldering.
“Tomorrow,” you echo, your heart pounding in anticipation as you head home, eager to see where this fiery connection between you will lead next.