Epilogue Phoenix #2
“Phoenix,” he breathed against my mouth, his voice rough with desire. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“What a way to go, though,” I murmured, threading my fingers through the thick fur at the nape of his neck.
When our lips met again, there was nothing teasing about it.
Karrick kissed me with a hunger that made my toes curl in my boots, his tusks grazing my bottom lip in that way that always sent electricity racing down my spine.
I melted against him, opening my mouth to deepen the kiss, tasting the sweetness of his mother’s cookies on his tongue.
The fort creaked ominously around us as Karrick shifted, trying to accommodate my weight in his lap without breaking the crate he sat on. I couldn’t help but laugh against his lips, remembering how we’d once thought this place was enormous.
“We might break our masterpiece,” I whispered, pulling back just enough to look into his warm brown eyes.
“Worth it,” he rumbled, leaning forward to nuzzle against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ve been wanting to do this since we got here. To take you somewhere that was just ours.”
His words sent a wave of heat through me that had nothing to do with my fire magic. I tilted my head, giving him better access as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along my throat. His tusks scraped gently against my pulse point, making me shiver.
“Karrick…” I whispered, a pleading tone in my voice that couldn’t be mistaken. I wanted more.
His claws lightly traced patterns on my back through my shirt, careful not to tear the fabric but providing just enough pressure to make me arch against him. The magic that bound us together flared bright, our bond humming with shared desire that echoed between us like feedback in a microphone.
“Get on your knees,” Karrick growled, his fingers digging into my hips. “I want to see that beautiful face when you suck my cock.”
I couldn’t help but shiver at that commanding tone.
He was getting more forceful in the bedroom, which I loved.
Without hesitation, I pulled myself off his lap and sank down into the soft pine needles in front of him.
I bit my lower lip as I watched him unbutton his jeans, releasing his fat, beautiful cock at last.
My breath caught as his thick dick sprang free, already hard and glistening at the tip. Even after all our time together, the sight of him never failed to make my mouth water. He was massive in every way, and I loved how he filled me completely.
I wrapped my fingers around his base, marveling at how my hand couldn’t fully encircle his girth. His skin was hot and velvet-soft, the heavy weight of him familiar in my palm. A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest as I stroked him slowly, teasingly.
“Stop being such a tease,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Put that pretty mouth to work.”
I leaned forward, maintaining eye contact as I dragged my tongue along his length from base to tip.
He tasted like musk and salt and something earthy that made my own arousal spike.
His hips jerked slightly at the contact, and I felt his restraint through our bond as he fought not to thrust into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his massive hand coming to rest gently on the back of my head. “Just like that, pup.”
I took him into my mouth slowly, savoring the stretch of my lips around his thickness.
The old fort creaked around us as he shifted, trying to give me better access in the cramped space.
Pine needles pressed into my knees through my jeans, but I barely noticed, too focused on the taste and feel of him.
His fingers tangled in my hair as I found my rhythm, taking him as deep as I could before pulling back to swirl my tongue around his head.
The sounds he made, those deep, rumbling groans, sent heat pooling in my belly.
Through our bond, I could feel his pleasure mixing with my own, creating a feedback loop that had us both trembling.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he panted, his control starting to slip. “Fuck…”
I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse. His hips began to move in small thrusts, careful not to overwhelm me but seeking more friction. I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper, and was rewarded with a sound that was half-growl, half-whimper.
The winter air was cold on my skin, but heat radiated from Karrick’s body, keeping me warm as I worked. Snow continued to fall outside our shelter, but inside our childhood fort, there was only warmth and desire and the feeling of coming home.
“I think it’s your turn now,” he said suddenly, pulling my off his cock with a loud pop.
Before I could reply, Karrick had spun me around and placed me on all fours. He yanked down my jeans with one swift motion, his tongue against my hole before I could even process what was happening.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my voice echoing through the trees. “Oh gods… oh fuck…”
Karrick’s tongue was relentless, warm and wet against my entrance, making my arms shake as I struggled to stay on all fours.
The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure up my spine that made my toes curl in my boots.
My cock throbbed, trapped against the fabric of my underwear that Karrick hadn’t bothered to remove completely.
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, pushing back against his face, desperate for more. “Right there...”
His massive hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading me wider as he devoured me. I felt the light scratch of his tusks against my sensitive skin, the contrast of sensations making me whimper. Through our bond, I could feel his satisfaction at reducing me to this quivering mess.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against me, the vibration of his voice sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. “I could eat this ass for hours.”
“Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. More of his tongue? His cock? Both?
Karrick seemed to understand anyway. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of the magical oil we always carried. We were always prepared, no matter what.
“Always begging for me” he rumbled, his voice thick with desire as he drizzled the oil between my cheeks. It warmed instantly against my skin, a tingling sensation that made me gasp. “Such a good pup.”
The praise sent a flush of heat through me and straight down to my cock. I pressed my forehead against the pine-needle floor, arching my back to give him better access as his thick finger circled my entrance.
“I need you,” I whispered, the words muffled against the ground. “Please, Karrick...”
His finger pushed inside me, the magical oil making the slide easy and painless. I moaned at the intrusion, my body yielding to him as it always did. One finger became two, stretching me, preparing me for his considerable size.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice full of wonder. “So ready to take my thick cock.”
The crude words in his deep voice made me whimper with need. I’d never been with anyone who could reduce me to such a desperate state with just their voice. He added a third finger, and I gasped at the stretch, pleasure-pain radiating through me.
“I’m ready,” I insisted, pushing back against his hand. “Please, Karrick. I need you to fuck me.”
Karrick chuckled, the sound low and predatory. “So impatient.” But he withdrew his fingers, and I heard the slick sounds of him coating his cock with the oil. “But I’m happy to serve.”
The blunt head of his dick pressed against my entrance, and I forced myself to relax, to breathe through the initial stretch. No matter how many times we did this, the first push always took my breath away, the sheer overwhelming nature of accommodating his size never quite became routine.
“Breathe, pup,” Karrick murmured, his massive hands gentle on my hips as he slowly pushed forward. “That’s it. You’re doing so good for me.”
I panted against the forest floor, my fingers digging into the soft pine needles as my body stretched to accommodate him. The magical oil worked its wonders, easing the burn and replacing it with waves of pleasure that made my vision blur at the edges.
“More,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “I can take it. I need it.”
He growled approvingly and sank deeper, filling me inch by incredible inch until I felt completely claimed by him. When he was fully seated inside me, we both went still, breathing heavily in the cramped space of our childhood fort.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he breathed, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “So tight and perfect around my cock.”
I could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely full of him. Through our bond, I felt his pleasure mixing with mine, creating a feedback loop that had us both trembling with need.
When he finally began to move, it was with long, slow strokes that had me seeing stars.
Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of electricity racing up my spine.
The old fort creaked ominously around us with each movement, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about anything other than the incredible feeling of Karrick claiming me.
“Harder,” I begged, my voice breaking on the word. “Please, I need—”
He didn’t let me finish, pulling almost completely out before slamming back into me with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs. I cried out, the sound echoing through the winter forest, but he didn’t slow down. If anything, my response seemed to spur him on.
“That’s it,” he growled, setting a punishing rhythm that had me clawing at the ground beneath me. “Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
His words sent heat racing through my veins. I pushed back to meet each thrust, desperate for more friction, more of that delicious stretch that only he could provide. My own cock bounced neglected between my legs, leaking steadily as Karrick fucked me with increasing intensity.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, one hand leaving my hip to tangle in my hair. “I want to feel you cum around my cock.”
I wrapped my hand around myself eagerly, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much, pleasure building at the base of my spine like a coiled spring ready to snap.
“Karrick,” I gasped, my rhythm faltering as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close—”
“Cum for me, pup,” he growled, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. “Cum for me while I breed you.”
His words pushed me over the edge. I came with a strangled cry, my body clenching around his massive cock as pleasure exploded through me. Waves of ecstasy radiated outward from where we were connected, my release spilling onto the pine needles beneath us as my vision blurred at the edges.
Karrick growled, his rhythm faltering as my climax triggered his own. I felt him swell impossibly larger inside me, and then he was cumming, hot and deep, his massive body curling protectively over mine as he marked me from the inside.
We stayed like that for several heartbeats, connected in the most intimate way possible, our breathing gradually slowing.
Through our bond, I felt his satisfaction, his love, his fierce protectiveness washing over me in gentle waves.
There was no need for words. The winter air was cold around us, but between our bodies, there was only warmth.
Finally, Karrick eased himself out of me with a gentleness that belied his massive size. I winced slightly at the emptiness, already missing the fullness of him inside me. He helped me turn over, cradling me against his chest as we both tried to catch our breath.
“I think,” I said with a breathless laugh, “we just desecrated our childhood fort.”
Karrick’s rumbling chuckle vibrated through his chest. “Worth it,” he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Best Christmas ever.”
I snuggled closer, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. Outside our shelter, the snow continued to fall, adding another layer to the white blanket covering the forest. It was peaceful, perfect.
“We should probably get back,” I murmured reluctantly. “Your mom’s dinner...”
“Five more minutes,” he said, echoing my earlier words. His massive hand stroked my back in soothing circles. “I just want to hold you a little longer.”
I smiled against his chest, perfectly content to stay wrapped in his warmth. “I love you,” I whispered, the words feeling inadequate to express the depth of emotion flowing through our bond.
“I love you too, pup,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “More than I’ll ever be able to tell you.”
We lay there in comfortable silence, surrounded by the remnants of our childhood and the promise of our future. The wooden phoenix sat on its stone perch, watching over us like a guardian of our memories, both lost and found.
At last, I was home.
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