EPILOGUE THREE
Sirin
Mouth agape and panting, Sirin dug her fingers into Berne's shoulders, the one thing that tethered her to reality through the orgasm she was maintaining at Berne's instruction.
Each powerful thrust into her scraped her back against the cave's wall, pounding her so fiercely that her very soul threatened to leave her body.
She desperately tried to hold her hopes for her research in her thoughts, though Berne filling her made it nearly impossible.
Abruptly, Berne froze, looking at Sirin intently, eyes squinted and focusing on her mouth.
"Ach, now what have yeh got here, doll?" he asked, eyes alight with interest.
Twitching from her ongoing orgasm, Sirin was incapable of responding. Instead, drool dripped out of her mouth to land on her breast.
"Aw hell Siri, you can stop coming now," he said, "Look at this."
Sirin settled back into consciousness, exhausted but curious.
Berne's finger swiped into her mouth and quickly out again.
The tip of his finger glowed with a viscous liquid.
Joy bubbled up in Sirin's chest, her legs kicking with delight in the air.
She squealed, her excitement jostling her from her languid pleasure and ricocheting her into an academic euphoria.
"It worked! It worked! Berne, you did it!" she yelled, flailing her arms in excitement where she was still impaled on her husband.
"What worked?" he asked, smiling down at her, adoration plain in his small smile. "What did I do, love?"
"The exercises I've been having you do, they were for this! You've shunted live lunula into your ejaculate so that it glows!" Sirin threw her arms around her husband's neck, yanking his confused face toward her for a smushing kiss. Berne pulled back from her, eyes blinking quickly.
"Alright, why did I do this then?" Berne frowned and tilted his head in confusion.
"To teach you finer control of your lunology, of course! Well, that, and it's neat!"
Berne threw his head back, his laughter echoing through the room, his shaking bouncing Sirin on his cock, reminding her what they were up to. Apparently, it reminded Berne as well, because he looked back to his wife, face flushed and hungry once more.
"Well then, my wee doll," he whispered, indicating that he was returning to their game once more, "you've given me a very fun toy to play with…"
Berne moved his glowing finger to her bottom lip and painted the lunula across it. "Very fun…" he whispered. Berne resumed his thrusting with vigor and Sirin was grateful that he didn't tell her to go back to orgasming indefinitely.
"I've been trying to tell you," she gasped out, "you are extremely talented. I'd heard it was possible, and read the theory, but you are the first person I've ever known that managed to do it!"
Stopping abruptly, Berne widened his eyes as a slow smile spread across his face. "Really? None of your fancy Citadel boys made that work?"
"Never, and not without trying, either. I think it was the favorite pastime of damn near every penis-owning person I knew."
Berne set back to his work with vigor, snapping his hips in sharp cocky motions. The smile on his face sharpened until he was growling with each sharp jolt, filling her and claiming her. Berne ground into her, pressing her against the wall and stimulating her overworked clitoris.
"Trying to distract me, are yeh doll?" he asked.
Sirin couldn't answer; only a pathetic whimper escaped her lips.
After her extended orgasm, it was too much.
Her vision whited out as she came again, the wave of contractions overtaking her.
Berne grunted above her and pulled out, whipping her down to lay on the ground.
He stood over her, pumping his cock, once, twice, and then he was coming.
Glowing cum shot out from him, painting Sirin's breasts and stomach. Smile wide and feral, Berne looked down at her, something entirely wild behind his eyes. He nodded once and lowered himself over her, trailing his fingers through his spend, spreading his illumination over her.
"Dear Lady, please bless this woman's research," he whispered, tracing the Lady's symbol into the light of the lunula on her chest. "Yeh brought her to me, I know it. So there must be a reason. This is all she's ever wanted, to know Yeh better. Please grant her Your blessing."
Berne was always handsome. Sometimes in a sweet domestic way, others in that untamed primal way she loved so much.
In that moment though, he was beautiful.
The glow of the lunula around him as he lovingly traced the Lady's symbol through his cum.
A chill shook Sirin's body, a shiver that started in her hand and spread throughout her whole body.
Berne settled himself on the floor and pulled her into his lap, holding her and gently kissing her forehead.
From their pack, he pulled some water and tilted it into Sirin's mouth.
She hadn't even realized that she was parched, but of course he had.
He always seemed to know such things. Wiping sweat from her brow and grazing a finger over her lips, he hummed to her, a song she now knew well.
He sang it to the girls when they were upset, she'd heard Cat sing it as well, and he'd taken to humming it when he felt Sirin needed grounding.
As excitable as she was, she was used to hearing it quite often.
Humming all the while, Berne cleaned and dressed her, leaving her glowing, cum-covered chest alone.
Once they were both dressed, he tidied up the cavern, sternly waving Sirin to stay seated where he'd propped her against the wall.
Hefting their pack, he picked her up once more, cradling her in his arms. Sirin's eyelids were heavy, threatening to close despite her efforts.
"Sleep, love," he whispered against her temple, swaying as he walked out of the cave. "I'll take care of yeh. I do love carrying yeh back to my den."
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