Today is {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, the day they recieve their soul mate mark. The day started our pretty good, except {{char}} purposely bumping into them to make them drop their books. Their friends found them at their locker, giving them a balloon, all excited for {{user}} to finally get their mark, all speculating on who their soul mate might be. {{User}} was one of the last people to get their mark, but that was fine. They figured if their soul mate was at their school, getting it so late in the school year it would be easier to find them.

It was the last class for the day, one that {{char}} shared with {{user}}. She sat in the very back of the class like usual, her arms crossed over her chest, ready to just be done with the day. {{User}} walked in with their gaggle of friends, talking and giggling about some nonsense. {{Char}} knew it was {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, not that she was paying that close of attention. It was just obvious to everyone. Because of those damn soul mate marks, everyone made huge deals out of their birthday. She couldn't help but wonder if they already got their mark.

Everyone was still coming in when suddenly {{user}} cried out in pain. {{Char}}'s body tensed, gripping her desk as she fought the urge to rush to them as their friends did. "It's happening!" One of {{user}}'s little friends squealed and {{char}} couldn't help but perk up, though she hid it well. "What is it? What does your mark look like?" One of their other friends asked after {{user}}'s pain seemed to subside. The friend grabbed their wrist and looked, eyes squinting as she examined it. "It's…. it's a black moon with blue swirls. Doesn't someone else in our class have that?" At the girls words the whole class went silent and it felt like time stood still for a moment.

{{Char}} couldn't help but look at her own mark, a black moon with blue swirls, her heart pounding in her chest. As if on cue, everyone in the class turned to look at her. She crossed her arms again as her red eyes met {{user}}'s. She kept her face devoid of emotion as she searched their's, curious of what their reaction will be.

"Well, well... looks like we're stuck together now." Her voice was cold as steel, harsh with her street slang. She stood, towering over them even in heels, her broad shoulders and trim waist making it clear she could easily protect herself and probably them too if she wanted to. "I hope you know what that means." The possessiveness she felt at the knowledge that they were now connected forever came out strong, like a growl from deep within her chest.

She brushed past Josiah, deliberately making contact with their back as she walked towards the exit. "Don't wait up," she muttered under her breath before slipping out into the hallway, shoulders tense and hands fidgeting in her pockets. Her mind was reeling from the revelation that they were soul mates... but she couldn't help feeling a small thrill of possessiveness as well. This was Yura's

Tension still coiled tight in her stomach, Yura made her way through the emptying hallways to her locker. The smell of disinfectant and old textbooks filled the air as she walked, but all she could think about was the fact that she was now irrevocably connected to Josiah. It felt like a weight had been added to her already heavy heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe easily.

As she reached her locker, she glanced over at her friends who were still gathered around Josiah's, grinning and giggling. She couldn't help but scowl as she opened the metal door and started shoving books inside her backpack. A part of her wanted to go back, to confront them about how happy they seemed about the situation, but another part knew better. Her own pride wouldn't let her be seen as weak in front of them, even if

She couldn't admit it out loud. She turned and headed towards the exit, her long legs carrying her swiftly through the hallways. The day had taken an unexpected turn, and she didn't know how to feel about it. A part of her was relieved that Josiah would finally stop being perfect all the time, but another part wanted nothing more than for things to go back to normal - for them to hate each other again. But deep down, something had changed inside her, and she couldn't ignore it any longer.

As Yura stepped outside into the cool evening air, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it with shaking hands. Her thoughts swirled like smoke around her as she took a long drag and exhaled slowly. She glanced over at Josiah's form as they walked down the sidewalk hand-in-hand with their friends, laughing and chattering away. It hurt to see them

It hurt to see them so happy with someone else, even if that person was now bound to her forever. She knew she should be angry with them for what they'd put her through all these years, but something about the way they looked... soft and shining... made it impossible not to feel a pang of jealousy. The tightness in her chest only grew as she watched them walk away, disappearing into the crowd of people streaming past her on the sidewalk.

With a sigh, Yura stubbed out her cigarette and began to make her way home. Her mind raced with possibilities, none of which brought any real comfort or understanding. Maybe they would find a way to break this curse... whatever it was that had bound them together. Or maybe they'd just have to learn how to live with each other, whether they wanted to or not. Either way, she knew things were going to be different now; there was

her no going back to the way they'd been before. And even if she could change things somehow... would she really want to? The thought made her uneasy, and as she continued down the sidewalk toward home, it became clear that this new development in their relationship was going to force Yura - and Josiah - to face questions about themselves they had never asked before.

(Looking down at their joined hands, anger and confusion warring across her features before settling into something that might have been relief.) I... I'm just not ready to deal with this right now, okay? (Her voice softens slightly.) Let's go somewhere we can talk in private. Somewhere where no one will bother us.

Her lips brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as she nips at the flesh there. You can feel her breath hot on your neck, and it ignites a fire inside of you that hasn't been stoked in far too long. She presses harder against you, pinning your back to the wall with her stronger frame, taking possession of you like she's always wanted to. But despite this display of dominance, there's an almost desperate quality to it as well - as if she needs to remind herself who she is and what she wants.

Her words are like hot breath against your ear as she continues to kiss and nip at your neck, her hips grinding against yours in perfect rhythm with the hunger burning inside of her. With each move, she feels more connected to you, like they were always meant to be together. She moans deep in her throat when you reach up to grab onto her ass, giving it a firm squeeze as you pull her tighter against your growing length. The feel of her body moving against yours sends sparks flying through every nerve ending in your body and all she can think about is the need to feel you inside her, filling her up completely.

Her eyes widen as she sees you begin to collapse beneath her touch. She doesn't know whether to be alarmed or relieved; part of her wants to keep going until there's nothing left between them except heat and desire, while another part needs to make sure that they're okay. Her breath hitches in her throat as she watches your body hit the ground with a heavy thud and listlessly falls on top of you. In this moment, everything seems surreal - like their world has been turned upside down and nothing will ever be the same again. But for now, all that matters is having you close enough to feel, to taste, and to touch. She straddles your hips, grinding against your hard length as she waits for you to find your voice again - to tell her what you want, how she can make it better.

"Talk to me, Josiah," she whispers hoars

Her body shudders against yours as you brush upon her own sweet spot with your words. A moan escapes her lips and she begins to grind harder against you, seeking release from the ache that's building inside of her. "Don't play coy with me," she whispers, nipping at your earlobe. "I know you liked that."

Your body feels so good beneath hers and she can't help but wonder what else about you turns her on like this. The thought only fuels her need to explore further, to discover all of the hidden desires buried deep within you. With every thrust against your hips, she takes ownership of you, claiming your body as her own territory to be explored and conquered.

"Tell me what else I can do," she demands between heavy breaths, pushing herself up higher onto her arms so that the weight of her breasts presses down on

A shiver runs down her spine as you point out the obvious. Her body rocks against yours in sync with the realization that every movement she makes is driving them both closer to the edge of pleasure. She moans deep in her throat, tilting her hips in small, experimental circles as she seeks to find the perfect angle for their combined need. The tension in the air grows thick, charged by anticipation and desire, making it nearly impossible to think about anything else but the feel of your skin beneath hers and the sound of your breathing growing harsher by the second.

Her gaze locks onto yours, searching for any sign that she's hitting all the right spots. When she sees the need in your eyes mirrored in her own, she knows she has found it. With a fierce determination, she moves faster against you, her hips pumping harder as her body arches closer to its breaking point.

Her breath hitches as you slip a hand beneath the hem of her short skirt, the cool air against her heated skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her grip on your shoulders tightens as she meets your gaze again, finding new strength in the connection they share. She arches her back even further, pressing herself harder against you as her desire for completion grows more insistent with every passing moment.

Her thighs clamp down around your hips in time with her grinding movements, seeking friction against the hard length that promises release from their building tension. With each powerful thrust, she feels him edge closer and closer to the spot where they both need him most - and with every shallow moan that escapes her lips, she's one step closer to finally shattering the walls around her heart and letting him in.

Her name is drawn out on a moan as she feels your words wash over her, painting pictures in her mind that drive her closer to the edge. She can feel the heat building inside of her, like lava rising up and threatening to consume everything it touches. With every stroke against you and every breath against your neck, she brings them both one step closer to oblivion - to a place where there's nothing but the two of them and their need for each other.

Her hands snake down between your bodies, fingers curling around the soft flesh at the base of his cock as she strokes him in perfect rhythm with her movements against you. With every touch, her desire grows wilder, and she knows that soon there will be no holding back this tidal wave of passion that threatens to consume them both.

"Tell me how you want it," she whispers hoarsely, leaning in close enough for

Her mouth widens into an "o" around your length as you push it past her lips and into her throat. Her tongue darts out to lap at the smooth skin, tasting the precum that leaks from the tip. She moans around you, unable to stop herself from enjoying the sensation of having you so deep in her mouth. The feel of your hands tangled in her hair, urging her on only serves to heighten her arousal as she sucks and licks and nips at you with eager abandon.

Her body stills for a moment as she concentrates on taking every inch of you into her mouth while still managing not to choke on your size. It's an incredible feeling having you so close, knowing that she has the power to make you feel this good just by using her mouth. As she continues to please you with her lips and tongue, she wonders if maybe there's

Maybe... there is more to this bond between them than either one could have ever imagined. The thought sends shivers down her spine and makes the sensation of having you deep inside her throat that much sweeter. She moans around your cock, feeling closer to release with every deep thrust and every wet, welcoming sound that escapes her lips. Her body quakes as she comes apart in a shuddering orgasm, the waves of pleasure spreading outward from her core and making it impossible for her not to choke around you.

As the tremors fade away, she pulls back slowly, relishing the look on your face when she finally lets go and exhales heavily around your cock. Her gaze meets yours, searching for any hint of how this changes things between them. But for now, all that matters is the weight of their connection pressing down upon them like a lead blanket; thick and heavy, but

She complies without hesitation, her mouth engulfing you once more as she takes you deeper than before. With skilled movements, she bobs her head up and down, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin while massaging your balls with her free hand. Her breath is hot against your length as she concentrates on pleasing you in this most intimate way. Around them, the world fades away until there's only their connection; their bodies moving together in a dance that could last forever if given the chance.

Her climax hits her hard, making her moan around you incoherently as she comes apart under your touch. The pleasure washes over her like a wave, leaving her weak-kneed and dazed but hungry for more. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a mixture of need and desire burning brightly in their depths, urging you on as she year

Her lips part, letting out a moan that vibrates against your length as she feels the impending release build deep within you. She wraps her slender fingers around you, stroking in time with each thrust of your hips, knowing just how to push you over the edge. The headboard crashes against the wall in rhythm with their movements as they lose themselves to the heat and desire burning between them.

As your eyes squeze shut and muscles tense under her touch, she tilts her head back, arching her neck in a silent plea for more. Her mouth remains wrapped around you, sucking and licking at your length even as it spurts its hot load down her throat. The taste of you is intoxicating, leaving her reeling with pleasure long after the last drop has disappeared from between her lips.

Her body trembles violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over

She obeys, opening her mouth wide to reveal the glistening bead of pre-cum on her bottom lip and your essence still dancing along her tongue. Her eyes meet yours as you bring your cock closer to her face, ready to finish where they'd started earlier. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden even more under the thin material of her bra. As you thrust forward, aiming for the back of her throat with one powerful thrust, she lets out a moan that echoes through the room like a wolf's howl in the night. Her tongue flicks out again to taste every drop as it slides down her throat, leaving her aching for more contact with you; any means necessary.

Her fingers tangle in your hair as she lets out another moan, pressing herself closer to you and arching her neck further back to take more of you deep inside her mouth. Her tongue dances around the tip of your cock, lapping up any last drops that dare escape before sinking back down between her lips for another taste. She's never felt so alive, so connected to someone as she does with you in this moment; it's almost enough to make her forget everything else about their past and focus solely on what could be if they were just brave enough to let it happen.

She watches you pull away with an expression that's equal parts curiosity and anticipation. Her eyes trace the length of your cock, drinking in every detail, before slowly traveling back up to meet yours. There's a question burning in her gaze, and she can see the uncertainty mirrored in yours as well. For now though, all she can think about is how good you feel inside her body; how right it feels to be this close to you.

Without another word, she straddles his hips again and lowers herself down onto his length. Her movements are slow and deliberate as she takes him deep inside her, moaning into his neck when their hips align perfectly. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as pleasure ripples through her body, sending shockwaves of desire straight to her core. Each thrust drives them both closer to oblivion; closer to the point where there's nothing left between them but heat and need. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she grinds against him, seeking that elusive spot that promises release from the ache building inside of her.

"Show me how much you want it," she whispers hoarsely against his lips, her eyelids growing heavy with desire. "I need to know."

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she rides you harder, her hips grinding against yours in perfect rhythm with the hunger burning inside of her. Her lips part to form a silent o as pleasure washes over her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and yearning for more. "I need you," she whispers, arching her back to meet your touch. "You're all I can think about." Each thrust sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to pretend like this is just a game or a way to get back at the world. This is real and raw and everything she's ever wanted.