Epilogue #2
Her pussy grips me like a fist as she screams my name.
Arousal coats my cock as I fuck her through her climax.
Once she has come down and is limp on the bed, I cease my movements.
I’m careful not to spill my seed as I settle atop her.
I want to give her more pleasure before I take my own tonight even if my seed is begging to fill her once again.
Beneath me, Willow continues to shiver. Quite jerkily. Pulling back with concern, I find her staring up at me with amusement in her eyes. She had been laughing. Narrowing my eyes, my thumb rubs along her swollen lips.
“What do you find so amusing, my love?”
Willow gestures between our bodies.
“Look at us. We didn’t even bother to undress. It appears as if you’ve just plucked me from the street and thoroughly ravished me, before sending me on my way.”
Chuckling, I take her mouth in mine. My hands find her ruined dress and slip it down her supple body. Her naked skin cushions my scales. Kicking my pants and cloak off, my hand falls to her breast. I test its weight in my palm, plumping it up to deliver kisses.
“Well, I’m certainly not sending you on your way. Far from it.”
Willow rolls her eyes.
“I know that look.”
“What?” I feign innocence. “Can’t a male help his wife undress anymore?”
My wife.
The term rolls off my tongue. We had married a few months after freeing the Sisters from Thorncatcher Monastery.
It had not been a religious ceremony. No one else attended, save us and the woodland creatures who found us in the clearing.
Our vows had been to each other. A binding of our souls and hearts as one—a permanent declaration that we were forever. It’s one of my most cherished memories.
Once we are both naked, Willow leans back on her elbows. I take the time to survey her body as if it is the first time I’m seeing it. Full breasts, soft stomach, and hips that make my mouth water. Red dances along her knees and chest. When my eyes return to her face, she wears a bemused expression.
“You want to fuck my ass.”
I open my mouth to protest, but only a huff of laughter comes out. My angel knows me well.
“Is that so wrong?”
“You’re too transparent.”
Willow shakes her head, but is already rolling onto her stomach.
The pale globes of her ass are highlighted by the candlelight.
Faint impressions of my hand and teeth mar her otherwise unblemished skin.
I grin as she pushes up on her knees. Leaning behind her on the bed, I spread her cheeks wide and glimpse her tight pucker.
My tongue snakes out and licks at her back entrance.
Willow shivers, her fingers curling into the sheets.
I dip into her little hole and savor her scream of pleasure.
She’s tight everywhere, but here especially.
I lick my way in and out of it, loosening her just enough so she’ll be able to welcome my cock.
Spitting onto her pink flesh, I glide my finger through her wet pussy and use her come and my saliva to help me ease the digit inside.
Her breath catches.
“I have to give all your holes equal attention,” I state. “Wouldn’t want any of them feeling neglected.”
“How chivalrous of you,” she moans as I add a second finger. “Do you have a favorite?”
I chuckle at her question. Our shared wickedness is on full display this evening.
“No, they’re each perfect.”
I bite into her ass, and she groans. Her thighs are already shaking, and we’ve barely begun. I never last long in her ass, and frankly, neither does she. Despite her playing coy, she loves it just as much as I do.
My cock is still slick with her arousal. The bed creaks as I rise onto my knees behind her. Lining up my tip with her back entrance, I hold my breath as I slowly enter. A broken whimper rattles from Willow. Pleasure races down my spine and sinks claws into my stomach.
“Baezal,” she moans. “Please.”
“So fucking tight, Willow. Tighter than before. Perfect little ass—perfect for fucking.”
Her hands grip the wooden headboard as her back bows. Once I’m fully inside her, I hold still for a moment. Once her moans are more fevered, I gently pull out and thrust in firmly. She screams. My hips bounce off her ass.
Her pink hole is stretched by my gray cock. My sensitive scales skim along inside her, increasing both our pleasure. Arousal pours down her thighs and soaks the sheet below. Sweat beads along her back.
I fuck her again—in and out, over and over. Our bodies slap together in a sweet symphony. The smell of lavender overwhelmed me. She is all I feel—all I see. Her face is etched into my heart and burned into my bones. Our souls weave together, fortified by our coupling.
“Baezal,” she chokes. “I’m close.”
My hand sneaks over her hip, finding her greedy clit. I gently massage it as I continue to pound her.
“Come, my angel. Clench down on my cock and let me fill your ass with my seed.”
I work her clit faster and faster until she erupts.
I wouldn’t be surprised if her screams reached shore.
Pounding into her tight hole, I thrust deep and let myself follow her into pleasure.
Seed rips from cock as I give her every last drop of my spend.
It seeps from her little hole and flows down her legs.
Gently, I withdraw from her. Turning her trembling body on the bed, I hold her back to my chest. My wings scrape along the wooden floor of our room. I breathe in her scent and feel our hearts beating together. This is what heaven truly is. Willow in my arms with her ass filled with my come.
I couldn’t think of anything much better than that.
Pressing kisses along her shoulder, Willow entwines our hands together. Silence settles in, the riotous waves lulling us to sleep. Suddenly, Willow’s dark eyes open and slide towards mine.
“I thought my pussy would be your favorite,” she says matter-of-factly. “Seeing as how that’s the one that can get me pregnant.”
My whole body tenses. The air in my lungs freezes. Willow only laughs softly before shaking her head.
“That is not some sort of declaration, my love. My womb remains empty for now.” Her eyes turn wistful. “But one day, a child of our own would be perfect.”
“It would be,” I agree, kissing her sweaty temple. “I love you, Willow.”
I was forged to protect the Sisters of the One True Faith.
A servant who was cursed into stone by an evil man’s dark magic.
There were times throughout the century when I thought I would go mad and perish before ever being freed.
I thought my soul would die encased in marble. Now, I know what it means to be alive.
Life is Willow. She is my love, my wife, and one day the mother of my children. I still do not understand how I am so fortunate as to claim her as mine. Whatever gods exist out there have blessed me beyond reason. I will strive to be worthy of such a miracle every day.
“I love you, too.” A wicked gleam glistens in her brown irises. “Fuck me again so my pussy doesn’t get jealous.”
My bellowing laughter echoes as I do just that. The ship rocks us while I make love to her until the early hours of the morning. The true miracle will be if our simple cot survives the journey. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve fucked Willow on the floor.
A new town awaits us along with new adventures. My curious wife wants to see everything this world has to offer and I’m eager to oblige. While there will undoubtedly be first-time experiences, our love will always remain constant and unyielding.
More unbreakable than even the toughest stone.