Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
TRACY
F enrik and I fell into a routine. I would arrive at the farm early in the morning to help Elin collect the eggs from the chooklings and deliver them to the kitchen. Then Fenrik would meet me at the longhouse for breakfast before we’d head back to tending the village’s farm. With the extra sets of hands Fenrik and I provided, the work wasn’t taxing, and we were free most days by midafternoon. Fenrik and I would take long walks, and he’d point out all the different medicinal plants his mom used.
Before I knew it, two months had passed. Fenrik and I had been with his tribe longer than at the isolated cabin. True to his word, we mainly kept to ourselves, but I had met all the tribe members and liked them well enough. Fenrik had a small group of friends we would have over for dinner every few weeks. I’d formed a special bond with Elin and enjoyed spending my days caring for the chooklings with her. She, her mom, and her dad ran the farm, and they often had us over for meals. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect balance of having a community without feeling like I was constantly being watched. It was as if fate plucked me up and dropped me exactly where I needed to be.
Fenrik and I were on one of our late afternoon walks, meandering through the trees and talking about our day, just enjoying each other’s company in a way that still felt new. It was such a nice afternoon, and I was feeling so warm and gushy that this was how my life turned out. I had to stop Fenrik and pull him in for a kiss. I kissed him deeply, pulling on the collar of his tunic. When I released him, he had a surprised, but pleased look on his face.
“What was that for?” he asked, his interest clearly piqued.
“Because I love you. And I’m happy here. I can’t believe I get to spend my days walking in the woods with you instead of cooking casseroles for Gabe and attending church potlucks I loathed.”
“I love you too.” He swooped down and took my lips with his, teasing them apart with his tongue. I groaned as his tongue tangled with mine, wrapping my arms around his neck. We continued to devour each other until I knew there was no turning back.
Fenrik grabbed my breast with one hand, using his other to squeeze the swell of my ass. I could feel his thickened cock as he ground into me.
“Should we head home—very quickly?” I gasped.
“No time for that.” Fenrik started unlacing my pants.
“Fenrik! Out here!? In the open?” I whispered as if suddenly the bushes might be alive with orkin.
“Yes, here.” His voice dipped low, but his hands still focused on removing my pants. “No one enjoys wandering the woods like you do. We will be fine.”
He finished my laces and dipped his hand inside, his calloused fingers searching for the right spot. I panted and leaned my head against his chest as against his fingers glided across my already wet folds. He stroked me like that again and again until I was whining for more.
He chuckled. “I thought you were worried about getting caught.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I need you inside me. Now. Right now.”
It was my turn to attack his pants. They were stretched taut over his growing bulge. I palmed it, relishing its weight before returning to the laces. It wasn’t long before his cock sprang out, already solid and leaking from the tip. I stroked him while he continued to finger me, spreading my folds and gently flicking his thumb over my clit. I keened under him at the onslaught of sensations, pulling my lips from his briefly to ask, “Where?”
Fenrik’s eyes whipped around the forest, looking for a good place, before spotting a boulder just the right height a little ways away. He removed his hand from my pants and hoisted me up over his shoulder, cock still proudly jutting out.
“Fenrik, I can walk!” I tried to hang on as he jostled me, walking quickly to the boulder.
“This is quicker,” he growled.
I felt myself get even wetter. I loved it when the urgent, demanding side of Fenrik came out. He placed me down in front of the boulder before spinning me so my back was to him and I was bent over the bolder. He yanked down my pants and massaged the globes of my ass, and his hot breath tickled my neck.. He pressed kisses down my neck and across my shoulders. I whined in frustration. I wanted him.
“Stop teasing me,” I begged.
“Oh, is there something you wanted?” Fenrik teased as he dipped two large fingers into my pussy, causing me to cry out.
He breached me slowly, testing if I was wet enough to take him. Even after being together for months and having sex ridiculously often, he still had to ready me for his size. Not that I minded. He pulled his fingers out, and I was frustrated that he stopped when I felt his broad cockhead slide up and down my folds, smearing his precum everywhere before finally slowly pushing into me. With my pants barely past my hips, I couldn’t spread my legs very wide, making for an even tighter fit than usual. I reveled in feeling every ridge and textured braid of his cock as he invaded me. He could only fit up to his knot before sliding back out and thrusting again.
“Oh fuck, Trace, you feel so good like this, I don’t think I can hold back,” he groaned.
“Then don’t.”
A feral growl escaped him as he picked up the pace, hammering in and out of me, lighting me on fire from the inside out. The flame grew and grew as I hurtled towards my peak, but Fenrik had yet to pound in to the hilt. I felt his knot press urgently against my pussy lips with each thrust and attempted to spread my legs wider, but the constriction of my pants made it difficult.
“Fenrik, I want all of you.” I arched my back, ramming my ass into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. It was delicious torture to have him squeezed into me so tightly.
Fenrik used one hand to drag a calloused thumb over my nipple and snaked the other down the front of me, skating his fingers across my clit, earning him a delighted moan.
FENRIK
Tracy squeezed my cock tighter than I thought possible as I lightly pinched her nipple and flicked my finger back and forth over her sensitive bead. Even after all our time together, she was still a tight fit, but this position made it incredible. I wanted desperately to bury my knot in her, but she wasn’t ready yet.
I strummed at her clit and lavished attention on each of her breasts, getting her wetter and wetter until there were slurping noises with each pump of my cock. When I thrust again, I pushed her apart just a little bit wider and admired the pink lips of her pussy as they spread to take my knot and felt it slide in finally.
“Trace, your cunt takes me so beautifully. This pussy was made for me,” I growled as I watched my glistening cock disappear into her willing body. I ratcheted up the pace as I felt her delicate walls start to flutter around me with each thrust. I upped the pressure on Tracy’s clit, knowing she was close to climax. She reached a hand back and grabbed me around the back of the neck, pulling me closer to her.
“I’m almost there—harder.” Her voice came out ragged as she kissed down my face.
My pleasure radiated out of me. Every time with Tracy felt like it couldn’t be topped. I felt my balls tighten, and stars started to swim before my eyes right as Tracy clamped down on me, screaming her pleasure, milking my cock for all it was worth. I exploded inside her warm heat, splashing cum along her walls with my knot locked inside of her as she cried my name. I thrust twice more, grunting with animalistic satisfaction at the sigh of my entire length buried deep in Tracy’s swollen pink folds.
“Holy fuck, Frenrik.”
“Mmmm?”
“I think we just found a way to make our afternoon strolls more romantic.”
I laughed and lowered myself, wrapping my arms around her body. We slowly caught our breath as I lay bent atop her on the sun-warmed boulder. I would definitely need to remember this trail—and this boulder. I enjoyed breathing in Tracy’s sweet scent as we waited to disentangle.
“Babe?” she asked after a time. “How are we going to clean up?”
Now, that is an excellent question.” I pressed a kiss to her temple, thinking. “I’ll remove my tunic, and we can use that.”
“Won’t you get cold?”
“I promise, this was worth it.”
My knot softened enough for me to slide free, and I was quick to strip off my tunic and catch the cum that leaked out of her immediately. I took my time cleaning her up gently. Once finished, we both pulled up and laced our pants. Tracy turned to face me and took me by surprise by jumping into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck, and squeezing my waist with her thighs. She kissed me, then pulled back and smiled, just taking in the sight of me and smiling.
“What is this?” I asked.
“I just really love you.” She pulled me to her, tucking her face between my collarbone and jaw.
She stayed there silently; after a few moments, I realized she was shaking.
“Babe, are you cold?”
“No,” she croaked, “just overwhelmed.”
Oh no, she was crying. I’d never experienced someone cry after sex but that couldn’t be a good sign.
“Tracy, did I hurt you?” I was, frankly, alarmed. “Was I too rough?”
“No, no,” she responded quickly through sniffles. “I just…” she trailed off, tears still streaming down her face.
“Trace?”
“I just—I just can’t believe…” She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “I just can’t believe I feel so stupidly lucky to have been abducted by aliens. I love my life here. I love our little tribe that has accepted me but given me space. I love our house. I love all my alien chooklings. I even love that I can tell your mom wants to ask so badly about orklings, but is respecting our privacy. But mostly… mostly… I love you.” She dissolved into tears again.
Okay, well, at least this seemed to be positive crying.
“I love all those things, too,” I murmured into her hair. “You are the most unexpected gift, and you make me happier every single day. I love you so much.”
We held each other like that for a few moments longer as the shadows lengthened and the sun started to set. Finally, Tracy released me, putting her small hand in mine.
“You ready to go home?” she asked.
“Yes, let’s go home.” I tightened my fingers around her as we returned to our little cabin at the edge of the village.