EPILOGUE
NALLA
Two Years Later
When Tannor entered the small home, he was sweating with the deer over his broad shoulders skinned and ready for us to begin portioning the animal for food. We fell into an easy lull of tasks; I sliced the knife for the appropriate portions, and he took the pieces and buried them in the salt jars for preservation. A few kills like this and we’d be set for the winter plus enough to share with Allon, whose wife just gave birth to their first child.
We hardly touched each other as we progressed but when we did, our gazes met, and I could see lust lingering in the whites of his eyes. I had denied him touch for a few days for we had discovered when I placed him in a chastity routine, we enjoyed everything so much more. The delight of the wait. He walked around with his cock half hard all the time. I ignored it. In bed he would try to nuzzle into me, begging for my love and I gave him my back.
Some moments it took everything in me to ignore him, but I enjoyed the small sounds of frustration he made. His lust grew as the hours and days passed. His desire for me had him restless, like a wildebeest pacing the floor. That’s when I encouraged him to hunt and so great was the energy caged within him that he always landed a deer, or an elk. Last time he brought a wild hog. I punished him for that for I was petrified of him being hurt.
Once we were done with the task, and the deer was stripped down to pure white bone, I watched him discarding the bones to the dogs outside. I cleaned my hands thoroughly along with the space we used. I noticed Tannor from the fluttering of the window, he came back from the pond, scrubbing himself clean, naked with his cock bouncing against his thigh.
I never informed him of the day when we’re allowed to couple once more, it was always a surprise. He sought the cool lake water to calm his cock. I deeply lusted for him, for the feel of him within me, for the sense of entering him with my phallus. For the lovely bounce of his ass when I slapped him hard, hard enough to hurt and capture the small gasps that left his mouth.
He was dry by the time he reentered, and I was naked waiting for him. He paused at the door and stared at me. His eyes were instantly dark, and relief painted his cheekbones.
“Come here, my angel,” I said.
He was standing before me in three long steps, and I reached out my hand to cup his face. He knelt before me and slid his hands up my legs, leaning into my touch with closed eyes. It had been two days since we touched in this manner, and he’d been patient. I pulled his head to my chest, and he nuzzled my breasts, heavy with the milk which will soon feed our child. His hands caressed my belly, kissing it and assuring himself the child was still there.
My fingers scratched his head and his wings trembled, something I never tired of witnessing. He sank against me, and I ran my fingers over the wings, delighting in the softness of the feathers. He shuddered, his body tight with lust as he clutched me.
“Nalla,” he whispered.
“Tell me what you want from me, Tannor,” I pulled his chin up and my beautiful angel stared up at me with clear blue eyes.
He blinked and took my hand, intertwining our fingers, kissing my knuckles and licking my wrist. My cunt flooded with need. I opened my hand, and he placed his lips against the lines that trapezed my skin. Fortune lines.
“I want this hand,” he kissed my palm, “on my ass.”
I slowly smiled. “And then?”
“And then fuck me.” He met my eyes, his lips were a parted sea, a desperation. “Dry.”
A moan erupted from my lips, and I instantly clutched his face, pulling him to me, eating his mouth. My other hand found his wings, brushing them like one brushed the nape of a cat’s tail. He arched, all the pleasure points igniting.
I pushed him back because it could end too quickly, and we didn’t want that. Not when the dogs have been fed and our bellies were sated. We wished the hours to last until we passed out in sweat.
I pointed to the bench he made with his own hands. The bench I requested. He’d taken his time to adhere to the measurements and my instructions. Little did he know the bench was for him. Or perhaps he knew and delighted in his work.
“Clothes off. First position, Tannor. And eyes closed,” I said in a stern voice.
He looked like he wished to argue. He loved to argue. He liked it when I wrestled him into submission. Loved to provide one last bit of sass for a final bite of my whip, even if he was already in tears. His toes curling, his thighs shaking, his mouth lacking all moisture. He wished to pretend to battle me for it kept his cock hard.
Tannor may want me to fuck him dry, but I wouldn’t fuck him tight. I didn’t wish him broken. I never wished him to be broken. I never wished to see him again like I saw him by the river that fateful day.
“Not dry,” I said.
“I don’t mind -” he said, his lower lip jutting out.
“Look at me,” I said, and he did. “Be a good boy and I’ll test the thick one.”
His eyes changed from slight challenge to apprehension as they flickered over to the chest where I stored my phalluses. We’d not used the largest one on him. I had polished it myself, a smooth flexible leather-bound curved thing that I’ve used on myself, opening my cunt before him as punishment when he’d not been allowed to touch me. That was the punishment for the wild boar. He had to watch me fuck myself while he kneeled bound with his cock dripping to the floor.
Tannor released the binding of his trousers and dropped them on the floor. He still carried scars all over his body. As did I. We were a map of the terrible past we’d escaped from. After he’d woken from our escape, he hated that I tended to him. Telling me it felt different. But I didn’t care. I had reminded him that he was my responsibility, and I would ensure that he was back to health.
He slowly lowered himself on the bench. It was three feet long, wide enough to be comfortable as he laid over it. Leather handles were nailed to the side, for him to grasp which he did. He set his head to the side and watched me. His wings protruded out into the air, ending in a point which we’d come to realize meant he was thick with desire. He couldn’t help it, not when he was lusting. That’s how I could tell I’ve gone too far, if they curled in protection, the pain was superseding his pleasure.
His eyes fluttered closed as I took hold of the plug I made to stretch him, to prepare him. I always run it between my own lower lip, moistening it with my juices. It wasn’t as slippery as oil but enough to allow for comfort. I stood behind him and caressed his wings. They fluttered and I could hear his breath hitching. He was bent at the waist, his cheeks taunt. I ran my fingers over his lower back down to his ass. He squirmed and I slapped his ass as a warning. I gently spread his ass, his small hole winking. It was always a mix of apprehension and delight. A feeling he enjoyed; the shiver of fear against the discomfort while loving it at the same time.
“Be a good boy and open for me,” I said, my voice thick with lust at the sight of him like this.
The hole shivered a little, he was convincing it, assuring it the pleasure would be worth it. I circled my thumb over it, petting my lovely little cavern. Until I felt the muscles untangle from their copious apprehension.
I kneeled and nuzzled his flesh with my nose.
“I could eat you,” I said against his skin, fluttering the small hair that peppered his body. And I did bite him, I opened my mouth and grasped the fleshy part of his ass, clenching it hard between my teeth. He rocked forward, his breath coming short.
“Don’t you dare cum, Tannor,” I said when I let go of his flesh.
I studied the imprint of my teeth, the roundness encircling his red flesh. Marked. I caressed my brand, the skin raised and welted permanently. He was making pitiful noises, rocking his hips slightly for the friction, and creating a desperate chorus.
Taking pity on my angel and his shivering wings, I parted his cheeks once more. The hole was relaxed and ready. I gently pressed the plug into it, rubbing his ass as I pressed forward, assuring him that I was pleased with his obedience.
“Wider, my love,” I said when I felt that inevitable resistance.
He grunted, his toes curling. I lifted my hand and grasped one of his shaking wings. The moment my fingers were buried into the snow-soft feathers the plug popped in with little effort. He was struggling, holding himself tight, desperately trying not to cum. I leaned back on my heels and studied him. Studied the artistic rendition of my lover. His large, muscled body, which protected me during our escape. How he ensured no part of me was harmed as we were pummeled by arrows. Recalling the sound of his desperate cries of pain as he blanketed my body with his, filled me with love. Because I knew when he saved me that he loved me.
Now that he was healed, we enjoyed testing boundaries. It’s led to the discovery of new pleasure cliffs.
The black plug sat neatly between his cheeks, his cock was hard and ignored. It would remain ignored until it was time. I caressed the underside of his sack. Instantly, he yanked at the leather binds he held to keep his hands in place.
“If you could see yourself, Tannor.”
I ran my hands up his thigh and back to his ass. I smacked his left cheek, watching it bounce, hearing his hiss.
“Bent for me, open for me, stuffed by me. Ready for me to redden your ass until a small wind will make you come.”
“Nalla—” his voice was strangled, his knees shifted, his wings seemed to wish for flight.
I smacked him again, three more times, drinking in the gasps and desperate breaths he took. I caressed his sack once more before I stood. My knees creaked with the weight of the child in my belly. I held it tightly, caressing myself. The babe was still small, only a lump.
“Stand up,” I said.
He shifted, grunting as the plug moved within him. He was grimacing by the time he faced me. I pressed myself against him. He took this as permission to pull me to him, which he did enthusiastically. He nuzzled my face and kissed his way down to my neck.
“Fuck me with the plug in you,” I demanded.
We’d not tried this before. His mouth opened; his eyes so dark I couldn’t see the irises. I pointed to our bed, where we spent many hours discovering the small folds of the human body and how it reacted to touch. He walked to the bed at a comical pace as he struggled to move with the plug in him. I watched as he clenched his teeth when he sat on the bed.
He managed, thighs open and waiting for me. I straddled him, twisting my legs around him and grasping his shoulders. We stared at one another, and I kissed him. He smiled against my mouth, and I pulled back to stare at him.
“What?” I asked.
He shrugged as he ran his hands down my back. “I just wondered how this will all work once the babe is here.”
I’d thought about that. When it’s a small child we would have to employ quiet tactics, which was a whole new game to play. But when the child was curious and able to wander on their own it could cause an issue.
“We may not be able to play,” I said in contemplation.
His face hardened and he pulled me to him, I slid over his thighs. “I’ll build them a hut of their own.”
I smiled and moved my hand between us, ignoring his hard cock and feeling the edge of the plug crushed under his weight. I pushed against it, which made him bite his lip and lurch forward, pressing his forehead against my shoulder.
“You’d do all that just to have me spank you and fuck you?” I teased and fondled his sack in my hand.
“Yes,” he hissed, gripping me tighter.
“Alright,” I said against his forehead. “But let’s enjoy your screams while we can.”
THE END