Theo
I crashed my lips into hers, rolling us onto our sides in the grass.
Vivian gasped for air between starving kisses, breathing life back into me with every exhale.
My chest rumbled, revealing just how much I was enjoying her taste.
When she moaned in return, my purr turned into a hungry growl.
My hands had minds of their own. Petting. Groping. Exploring.
My tongue searched for hers. When she bit down on it, I paused. An objection? Maybe she was responding the same way a scared beast may nip? But then she moaned again, and her blackberry sweetness intensified.
She likes to bite. Wild little thing.
I would have loved to return the favor, but my sharpening teeth would shred her tender tongue. It was small, soft. Nothing like mine as it wrestled into her mouth.
Vivian tried to lift a leg over my hip, but our size difference made it difficult.
Arching my back, I grabbed her calf with one of my lower arms, holding her bent knee in place so my cocks could press against her pussy the way she was seeking while we kissed.
The textured ring of my withdrawn sheath rested against her clit.
She made a noise—cute, heady—and rubbed against the pressure.
I gripped her ass and pulled her against me in tandem, loving the way she was marking me with her bittersweet essence before I even entered her.
Baptizing me in her bliss.
“That feels so good,” she murmured against my lips. Her eyes were closed. Her brows slanted. Her breaths shuttered.
“That’s a good girl, telling me what she likes,” I praised, wanting to encourage the habit. “Does your needy clit crave friction?”
“Mhm,” she whined.
“I’ll make you a deal. Keep grinding against me, coat my lap in your cum, and lick me clean. Then I’ll return the favor and clean you up myself.”
She nodded enthusiastically, our foreheads pressing together. “I’m so close.”
“Good.” I grabbed her face. “Open your eyes, Little Goddess. I want you to look at me when you make a mess all over my cocks.”
What a privilege to be able to stare into her pale blue eyes, wet with desire, as she climbed to orgasm.
Her pants quickened, brushing across my face.
I could feel her lip tremble under the edge of my thumb.
Two hands squeezing her hips, I pulled her against mine faster.
Harder. Her nails dug into my supporting arm.
I wished her claws were sharper so she could gift me another scar to mark the memory of her collapsing over the edge of bliss.
“Theo, fuck, I’m gonna—” Her eyes clenched close.
“Eyes on me,” I growled. I was desperate to see what they looked like when she ascended.
Droplets coated her lashes when they lifted, her glassy pale eyes meeting mine as she wailed out into the quiet of the wilderness. Warmth and wetness dripped over my lap, her pussy pulsing against my base. I couldn’t wait to feel that around my cocks. Later.
“Was that a good orgasm, darling?” I asked, wiping a tear from the corner of her eyes.
She nodded with a whimper.
I watched her facial muscles gradually relax from their pleasure-induced strain. “Are you ready to clean up your mess? Or do you need another moment?”
“A deal’s a deal,” she breathed heavily, pushing on my shoulder to move me into position.
Weak from her orgasm, her shove wasn’t all that convincing.
But I understood the message and appreciated the effort.
I flopped to my back, folding my arms behind my head.
She crawled between my thighs, her sight locked on my cocks.
How odd was I to her? She must not mind the differences too much if she was using my sheath to get herself off.
Vivian stared up at me, her pink face perfectly framed within the V-split in my cocks. Her breasts nestled between my thighs as she grabbed me with both hands. One at a time, she brought them to her mouth, licking my tips. Kissing. Suckling gently.
“I don’t think that’s where you came, darling. At least not yet. Lick where you just were and tell me just how good you taste.”
She trailed her tongue down my shaft, reaching my groin and lapping at the raised ridges she’d just come undone on.
“Tell me, have you ever sucked your fingers clean after pleasuring yourself? Did you know that you taste like the most delicious berries?”
She chewed her lip that glistened with her own excitement. “I’d never come before that night.”
Pride and confusion wrestled inside of me for dominance.
Should I have known that? Would I have handled things differently had I known?
I could've saved her first orgasm for when I was buried inside of her... No. That’d be selfish of me.
I was glad her first time coming was all about her pleasure.
It was an honor to be able to give that to her.
“Play with yourself while you finish up down there. I want you to make yourself come for me.” What a pity to live her whole life in such a beautiful body, and to have never once fucked herself.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Suck on my cocks, and while you do, imagine how they’ll feel stroking in and out of your little pussy. It’s up to you if you want to play with your clit or slide your fingers inside of you. Listen to your body and make sure it feels good. There’s no wrong answer.”
I wanted her to be just as bold sexually as she was in all other aspects of her life.
How awful no other male had helped her build confidence in her body.
Worse, they’d actively damaged her self-image.
The fire within her blue eyes told me she wanted the freedom to be carnal.
It was my new personal objective to set her up for a lifetime of sexual satisfaction during the remainder of our time together this summer.
No more settling. Anybody following me would need to meet the highest standard…
Fuck.
Why did that thought make me feel sick? I suddenly felt the need to abandon all foreplay and bury myself inside of her so deeply nobody could rip me away or take my place.
The unwelcome thought was quickly forgotten as her lips wrapped around the head of my right cock.
Holding herself up with a forearm on my hip, one of her hands disappeared between her thighs while the other gripped the left shaft and stroked.
Her ass was arched in the air, the beautiful heart shape of her cheeks visible over her wet tangle of hair.
She whimpered at her own touch, the vibration of her voice making my eyes roll back into my head.
Difficult as it was, I kept my hands to myself. This was a lesson in the art of self-love.
“Nod your head if it feels good—playing with yourself.”
Her head bobbed up and down on me.
“Do you feel how wet you are?”
More bobbing and whining.
“That’s what’s gonna help me squeeze inside of you. Your body is preparing you to take two cocks that desperately need a tight, warm place to release.”
The little sounds she made around my cock continued as her sucking became less even.
She was losing herself in her pleasure. Unable to focus on maintaining a steady pace.
I fucking loved it. Thunder rolled through the trees; the woods were growing darker quickly.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I realized we’d need to leave soon.
Not until she learned how to take care of herself properly.
She swapped her attention to my other cock just as the rain started to fall, pattering over our naked bodies.
It dripped down her face, highlighting the lovely fullness of her cheeks as she sucked.
Streams of rainwater began running off her ass, down her arched back.
I was struggling not to come in her pretty little mouth at the sight, but we’d placed that bed on the outside of her field’s border for a reason.
Vivian wanted to feel someone—no, not someone, me—come inside of her.
And I was here to help her realize all those desires she hadn’t been addressing over the course of her life.
Her mouth parted, as if suddenly unable to seal her lips, and I knew she’d finally achieved her well-earned orgasm.
She groaned and squealed, her other hand ceasing its stroking, as her eyes locked with mine.
My obedient Little Goddess remembered that I wanted to see directly into her soul when it reached nirvana.
“There you go,” I purred. “You did such a good job. Now remember your manners and lick your fingers clean.”
A satisfied smile played on my lips as she sucked her wet fingers into her mouth. I hoped she’d think of me whenever she touched herself. Remember the way my feral eyes devoured her.
“Let’s get you back to your cabin so I can fulfill my end of the bargain,” I said, although desperate to rut her into the mud right here.
My Little Goddess wanted to break in her forever home. I would oblige.
She made it to her feet, legs wobbling. I picked up my clothing and walked back to her, scooping her up, and tossing her over my shoulder. Ass in the air.
“Theo!” she yelped, pounding a fist on my back.
“Mmm, hit me if you want. I like the fight.”
And hit she did.
Her fists didn’t feel much harder than the rain drops pounding on my shoulders. She was trying not to hurt me. Cute. We’d work on that. Her feet kicked, and although I could easily hold them down, I let her flail. She had so much pent-up energy from a lifetime of survival, she needed to get it out.
The door to her cabin creaked open when I shoved my weight against it. It was dark. I navigated the unfinished floor, stepping us carefully but confidently to the bedroom.
Once there, I tossed her onto her mattress, watching her curves ripple as she fell into the cushions. How hypnotizing. Soon her body would be swaying similarly from taking mine. What a sight that would be.
I struck a match and lit the gas lantern in the corner. It provided a dim glow, warming up the room of wood and furs. Her red hair scattered across the pillows. Her knees bent and parted for me.