Chapter 25
Katie
Isettle into this peaceful life, and my mind is calmer for it. I swap the comfort of sleeping with my knife for Asterion in the furs, no longer confined to the chair he slept on while I was healing.
I rest a lot, and eat a lot, and though I don’t have access to a mirror, I can feel the way my body has changed in the way my clothing fits. Bony hips and protruding ribs have filled out into a softness I haven’t seen in a long time. I almost weep with joy at clawing another piece of me back.
I ask Asterion to teach me to garden, and I’ve never seen his face light up as much as when he’s explaining the difference between potatoes and yams.
I gradually begin to have fewer nightmares.
Greg’s face no longer haunts me in my sleep, nor the horrible cackle of an old lady as I’m smothered in darkness.
Screams of terror are replaced with screams of pleasure when waking to Asterion’s head between my legs, or his warm mouth on my breast while his fingers bring me to climax.
I long to give him the pleasure he seeks too.
I imagine what it would be like to take his cock in my mouth and roll his piercings along my tongue.
But he doesn’t let me, adamant that I’m not recovered enough yet.
Instead, he distracts me by wringing another orgasm from me until I can barely keep my eyes open.
I climb out of the giant nest of furs and stand in the doorway, looking for Asterion. I expect to see him in his vegetable garden, but he’s not there. I make my way around the back of the hut to use the makeshift toilet, only to find it already occupied. Asterion stands there with his cock in hand.
“Oh, sorry!” I yelp, turning my back to him. Oh my god, where else would he be if not in the garden? I smack my forehead.
The groan he makes is a familiar sound. Heat rushes to my face as I realize he’s not using the toilet for its usual purposes.
I can’t help but peek over my shoulder at him.
He must not have heard me, or if he did, he shows no sign of caring.
His fist strokes and twists around his gigantic dick.
His head is tilted back as he holds something over his snout. Is that—
“Is that my shirt?!” I turn fully to face him, my hands on my hips.
He grunts, his seed spurting into the hole in the ground as he grips the base of his cock that expands beneath his fist. His breath quivers as he wrings the last few drops from himself. My eyes widen. I have never seen a dick do that before.
“All yours, little viper.” He hums while walking toward me, pulling my shirt on over my head, and slapping me on the ass as he leaves me to my business.
I’m lost for words, looking back at him over my shoulder, a little hurt.
He has not allowed me to touch him in that way at all, despite how many times I’ve tried.
I don’t know if I’ve done something wrong or if it’s something he doesn’t like.
Nasty thoughts rear up in my head—Greg telling me how useless I am, and that I’m no good at anything.
I know they’re not true. But the rejection stings just the same, stirring up these feelings of never being enough.
I trudge back into the hut where Asterion is making me breakfast. He puts a plate of it down on the table before cocking his head at me and sniffing.
“What is wrong?”
“I’m fine.”
He grabs my chin to tilt my face to him. “Your scent has soured. Do not lie to me.”
Ugh, the cursed smell, always giving me away. Mostly, when I’m horny, though, so it’s not usually a problem. But I’ve since learned it smells rotten when I’m hurt or angry or sad, also giving away my feelings to Asterion.
“I could do that for you, you know.”
“I do not want—”
“Me to exert myself. I know.” I roll my eyes.
He scowls. “I did not realize I had become so repetitive.”
“I just—it’s something I want to do for you. And for me. It hurts when you push me away.” I struggle with the words to describe how I feel. Sharing is something I’m still getting used to after Greg.
He sits back in his chair, contemplating. “Okay.”
I look up, eyes wide. “Really?”
“Only if you can walk to the bathing spring and back again without needing to rest.”
I scowl. That’s a dirty move. He knows I’ve only just been able to make that trip without needing to be carried some of the way. But I’m determined.
I jut my chin out. “Fine.”
“Fine.” He smirks. “Now eat your breakfast before it goes cold.”
I never thought I’d be negotiating hand jobs over breakfast, but here I am.
Once we’re done eating, we leave for the spring. The idea of having Asterion at my mercy has made me determined to make it there and back without any help.
I flash him a coy smile, and then I turn and skip the rest of the way, squealing with laughter as Asterion comes up behind me and scoops me up into his arms.
“This doesn’t count!” I cackle as we plunge into the warm water together.
He lathers me up with soap, and I don’t bother to argue. He has taken the role of cleaning me upon himself, and honestly, who am I to say no when it comes to a head massage and someone else to comb out my tangles?
Asterion is extra thorough when it comes to lathering up my breasts. Heat floods my core before I find his fingers there as well, slipping inside me briefly enough to leave me wanting more before resuming his cleaning on other parts of my body.
A plan comes to mind, and I think this might be an opportunity for me to provide him with some relief as well.
I take the soap berries from him and lather up my own hands, taking them and running them down his chest. His hands falter, eyes closing, and a stuttered breath shows me exactly how tense he is.
He’s been so patient; it’s only fair that I get to show him my gratitude for everything he’s done for me.
I massage the muscles I can reach, trailing my hands up and down his arms, circling his back, and then running them down his abs until my slicked hands reach down to his already erect cock.
He sucks in a breath as I take his hard cock in both hands, sliding up and down, and running my fingers over his piercings.
He frowns, and I know he’s moments from pulling away from me, so I must make it so he can’t help himself.
I squeeze, tightening my grip, and his hips jerk.
His jaw goes slack as I grip him tight and move my hands, twisting at the base like I saw him do to himself.
He lets out a guttural groan, and I know I’ve won this round.
“That is a dirty trick, little viper.” He pants.
“I just want to show you how thankful I am.” I smirk slyly, pumping him beneath the water until we’re making little ripples in the spring.
He grunts, picking me up and placing me on the stony floor at the edge of the spring before pressing himself against me, his cock and his piercings flush against my pussy.
He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me into a fierce kiss while rubbing himself against my sensitive flesh.
He gently pushes me down until I’m lying on the warm, slick stone and then soaps me up once more, covering my thighs in a foamy lather before clamping them shut around his cock, wedging it between my folds, and begins to thrust.
His piercings roll against my clit, causing me to buck against him, and he pins me down with a hand on my chest, my legs held flush against his body with the other arm while he fucks my thighs.
We moan in tandem. Asterion loses all semblance of control as his pace picks up, using my body to get himself off, and I love every moment of it.
He lets out a choked gasp as he comes, rivulets spurting from between my thighs to coat my stomach.
He growls, his hips stuttering as the base of his cock expands.
His hand moves down from my chest to rub his spilled seed into my skin.
His pupils are blown as he swipes his fingers through the creamy spend, then pushes it inside my wet, needy pussy.
“Mine,” he growls, and I gasp as he removes his finger and rubs it across my bottom lip, my tongue darting out on instinct to wipe it away. We taste sweet together, and tart, like strawberries.
He continues to fuck me with his finger, stretching me out, and hitting that sweet spot that makes my toes curl.
He uses some of his cum to help lubricate, adding a second finger and pumping inside me until my pussy is so wet and slick, the squelching noises that come from me should be illegal.
I writhe beneath him, grinding into the palm of his hand until my climax crests, clenching down on his fingers and pulsing around him as I come.
He slows, waiting for me to relax again before resuming his ministrations, adding a third finger into the mix.
I feel the burn as I stretch around him.
He takes more of his cum from my stomach and swirls it around my clit before rubbing it around my entrance and using it to aid his fingers in stretching me out.
I pant, breathless and dazed from pleasure.
Somehow, my plan has been turned around on me. I’m not mad about it.
Suddenly, his fingers are gone, and I feel so empty before he lines up the tip of his cock with my entrance.
YES! I could combust with how ready I am for him to finally fill me up.
The tip pushes past my entrance, and then all of a sudden, it’s like Asterion comes to his senses, pulling out of me with a hiss. NO!
He looks distraught, and I lean up on my elbows.
“I—apologize.” The words stick in his throat, and he clears it with a cough.
“There is no excuse.” He says it so sincerely, I could weep. “I promise it will not happen again, even if I must wound myself in order to stop.”
“Alright, Romeo. No need for the self-flagellation.” I sit up with a huff, grabbing his face between my hands. “I want this. I want you.” I look him square in the eyes, desperate for him to see the truth in my words. How can I get him to see that I’m okay?
“You are not ready. I do not want to injure you. I lost control.” He hangs his head in shame.
I tilt his chin up, so he has to look at me. “It is not for you to say whether I am ready or not. Have you not thought that perhaps I want you to lose control?”
Confusion passes through his gaze before widening in clarity.
I slowly get to my feet, legs shaky beneath me, and for the first time, I choose to run.