Chapter 29
Hattie
He was rearranging her insides.
She was stuffed so full, she could feel him in her belly. Resizing her pussy. Shuffling her guts. Forcing her body into a new shape to fit him. To please him.
And she loved it.
The feeling was overwhelming. Pain and pleasure mixed up together in a cocktail so powerful it emptied her mind of everything except the sensations assaulting her. When she came, it was like being ripped apart. Every molecule of her body shredded into pieces.
But he didn’t stop. He redoubled his efforts. And now there was a new sensation. A pressure at her entrance that felt wrong. She was already full. Stuffed. She couldn’t take anymore. Her body really might break.
That heavy knot of throbbing flesh pounded her clit. Forcing another climax from her that was just as glorious, just as devastating as the first.
Their bodies sounded so slick and obscene now. The wet slap echoing in the night as he forced sounds from her throat she didn’t know she could make.
His arm suddenly tightened around her torso, clutching her to his chest as his other hand grabbed her ass and pushed it down in time with his thrusts. Forcing her to fuck him back.
And that pressure kept beating at her. Relentless. A battering ram at her pussy demanding entrance. It wouldn’t take no as an answer.
And she didn’t want to give it. Biting her lip, her belly tightened as she put all her focus onto relaxing those muscles, to opening herself.
Tuvo roared, slamming them together.
Hattie screamed, his knot breeching her entrance, his cock stretching her to her absolute limits, her climax destroying her mind.
And finally, finally, she could feel him filling her properly. The hot jets of seed pumped against her womb and flowed back. Despite how tightly she was filled, or maybe because of it, his cum began to leak around the seal at her entrance to drip between their bodies.
Hattie, babbling incoherently, shook against him as Tuvo’s back crashed back onto the mattress. Her body was going up and down with each quick breath he took. He kept one hand on her back, the other on her butt, trapping her in place. As though there was any danger of her moving.
He was well and truly locked inside her, and that’s exactly where she wanted him to be.
“Vi kyrya,” he mumbled, rubbing her back.
Neither of them moved for a long time. Hattie wasn’t sure when she fell asleep, but she woke up when she felt stretching at her entrance. She groaned as Tuvo, gripping her waist, and with some difficulty, pulled her off his knot.
The engorged flesh wouldn’t go down until the pressure on it eased. So, though his cock had softened inside her, his knot hadn’t. It resisted leaving her channel, making her groan and clench her teeth as she, again, focused on loosening already sore muscles.
His knot popped free, a deluge of wetness flowing over both of them. Hattie panted and moaned, shivering as she felt the cold air on her hole. Sore. Sensitive.
Tuvo rolled her onto her back so he could grab the blanket and pull it over her. She couldn’t even close her legs. Her thighs were aching and sore. Her pussy hurt and leaked.
But she didn’t really care, because Tuvo was there, wrapping her up in his arms. Holding her close as he kissed the side of her head and whispered sweet praise into her ear until she fell asleep again.
***
“Easy. There you go.”
Hattie nearly stumbled as Tuvo helped her stand off the bed.
It was hard to keep her balance when she could feel how bow legged she was walking.
Her entire pelvis was sore. Sitting straight was a difficulty.
Balancing was a chore. Standing on her own from the low set bed was an absolute impossibility.
But Tuvo was there, grimacing as he helped her up. Though, ‘help’ was a bit generous towards her considering he did all the work.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said as she wobbled, legs spread to try to keep her balance.
“Hey.” She poked him in the abdomen – hurting her finger more than him. “I don’t regret a single second. It was magical and perfect. Just… give me a day or two to heal before we try again.”
“Again?” He looked surprised. “You’d take me again?”
“I would and I will. I not only stretch, I can maintain that stretch with repetition.” She grinned. “But if you stop for too long, I’ll start to un-stretch. So, you know, you can’t go too long without dicking me down good or we’ll have to start from zero again.”
Tuvo blinked. Startled. But then he smirked. “Well then. I suppose over the next few days, I should keep you stretched with my fingers. Or my tail.”
She gasped. “No way! Tail play? Yes, please. Can we do that now? Or actually, tonight? I don’t think I want anything down there right now but an ice pack.”
He grimaced again before picking her up. He brought her to a chair in the corner and gingerly set her down as she hissed, her weight pressing right against her pelvis. But it wasn’t pain so much as the soreness following a really tough workout.
Moving to their supply bag, he opened it and dug around inside. She gasped in surprised delight when he brought out her purse and a spare change of her clothes.
“You brought my stuff?” She asked eagerly, taking them from him.
“We didn’t know how we would find you, and we wanted to be prepared. We brought clothes for Keith and me as well. And it’s not like we had much in the way of supplies to take up space, so we didn’t sacrifice anything for it.”
“Still, thank you,” she beamed, shaking out his offerings.
Her only jeans had been taken last night to be cleaned, along with the rest of her clothes, and hadn’t been returned yet.
In the bag was one of her maxi dresses. Her favorite blue one with the cute little white circles on the hem that made her think of a bubble bath. She thought it was adorable.
And it was easy to change into, even as sore as she was.
She pulled her panties on while seated then stood, gritting her teeth but maintaining her balance.
The moment she had them secure on her hips, she pulled the dress over her head.
She tugged it down quickly so she could sit, letting out a low breath of relief.
And only once she was seated did she put on the bra he brought.
As she was pulling the straps of the dress back over her shoulders, she finally looked up to find Tuvo staring at her. His pants on his hips but unbuttoned. His cock emerged through his zipper. His gaze rapt upon her, enjoying the show.
She grinned, pulling the strap up with exaggerated slowness before letting it snap back onto her shoulder.
Turning, he mumbled something she couldn’t hear under his breath as he tried to force his huge cock back into his pants while she giggled behind her hand.
Seeing his reaction to her, so open and honest and needy, was like a straight shot of caffeine making her heart pound and her belly tighten and her mind race. She almost forgot her soreness and was tempted to ask him to come over here and fill her again.
But she didn’t, because she definitely did not forget her soreness. Unfortunately.
Sighing, she leaned back, resting her hand over her pelvis. Over where he had left a mess inside her belly. Maybe left something more in her belly…?
That thought was a harsh reminder that Hattie was, by deliberate choice, not on birth control. She hadn’t asked Tuvo to pull out. He hadn’t brought up the topic either. Did he assume she already was on birth control since the other girls were? Or did he just accept the risk?
It wasn’t usually a risk to the domini who didn’t reproduce easily though. They hadn’t talked about it. They hadn’t really mentioned the future or anything that might come after their rescue.
But it was imminent. They had to talk about it now, right?
She focused back on Tuvo as he finished setting his pants on his hips. He even brought a shirt this time – a shame – though his feet remained bare.
“Ready?” He asked as he got his body back under control.
She nodded, grabbed her purse, and started to stand. Doing so made her wince and, the moment she did, he was there at her side, taking her by the elbow, other hand at her back, helping her stay up.
She smiled gratefully before taking his offered arm. She leaned against him as he guided her out of their borrowed house, down the steps, and into the village.
It had to be around noon. They slept for a long time. Considering how much they went through in the last few days, it was hardly surprising. And Hattie had no idea how late they stayed up last night.
They walked through the village, waving and greeting people they passed like they were old friends.
They found Inacio near the town center. He was talking to a group of people while, off to the side, a group of women were cooking for the day. Seeing them, Hattie was immediately hit with a longing to join in. To learn their cooking techniques and recipes.
But she could hardly leave Tuvo alone when he couldn’t speak to anyone without her.
Inacio caught sight of them approaching and dismissed the other men so he could turn to face them.
“Morning,” Hattie greeted brightly.
He nodded once, silently returning the greeting. “Slept well?”
“We did, yeah. Thank you.”
“I’m glad. Food is there if you want.”
“Is there anything we can help with?”
“You’re our guests. We couldn’t ask you to help.”
“You’re not. We’re offering,” she beamed. “Tuvo’s a great hunter. He’s also great at climbing trees. He can be of help in the forest.”
Inacio looked intrigued. “Well, if you’re offering, there are a few things I could use him for.”
Hattie turned and explained the conversation to Tuvo. He grunted in agreement.
“I’m happy to help,” he said, looking to Inacio and nodding once.
The older man nodded back and, after imparting a few instructions to him, Hattie stepped back and watched as the two walked off towards the trees. She smiled, staring shamelessly his butt and his tail flicking until she couldn’t see him anymore.
“He’s gone now,” Belmira said suddenly, appearing at her side without warning.
Hattie jumped, grabbing her chest. “You scared me!”
Belmira chuckled, giving her an unrepentant grin. “Want to help cook? You’re a chef, right?”
“Yeah!”
“Let’s go then. If you can walk after last night.”
Hattie started in surprise, following after her – walking bowlegged and swaying a bit, but maintaining her balance on her own. “How did you know?”
“Please,” Belmira laughed. “Entire village knows. If my man can make me scream half as loud, I think I’ll be a very happy woman.”
Hattie’s heart stuttered in shock. No. Surely, she was joking.
But then the women cooking caught sight of her, and she was suddenly surrounded by knowing grins and winks and giggles. The house with the open windows and door was hardly soundproof. She hadn’t even thought about keeping herself quiet.
Belmira laughed, pulling at her arm. “Come on. Tell us everything. You can’t tease us without letting us know what happened.”
Hattie’s face was flushed, but she was smiling as the other women closed around her. The familiar scents and sounds of cooking, even in an unfamiliar environment, surrounded her as assuredly as the age-old embrace of feminine friendship.