Vivian
We got to the field shortly after starset thanks to Theo’s long, strong legs. I’d spent most of the day pretending to sleep, not wanting to fight tears the entire arduous journey. I was emotionally exhausted.
The cabin was dimly lit by a lantern in the bedroom and wood stove burning in the kitchen. Even though I’d repeatedly said he didn’t need to help anymore, Theo assigned himself some late-night tasks.
“That should be more than enough wood to get you through the winter,” he said, stepping around the partition wall and peeling his dirty shirt over his head.
My stomach knotted. Usually, this would be the point where I stripped off my clothing, tackled this larger-than-life god onto the mattress, and we became a violent tangle of limbs.
I’d gotten comfortable initiating. Asking for what I wanted.
Sharing my body with him… But I wasn’t sure my heart could take it tonight.
He sighed heavily when I didn’t respond. “Alright, darling.” He crawled on his hands and knees onto the mattress, lower fists gripping my ankles. “You’ve gotta tell me what the fuck is going on in that head of yours.”
“It’s just been a long day,” I lied. No coercion.
“You’re a bad liar.” He pulled my legs apart gently, crawling between them. “Talk to me.”
Ever so slowly, so carefully, he pushed me to my back and lay across me. His eyes were their non-feral walnut brown, his brow furrowed in concern. Despite the intimate positioning, he didn’t seem horny. That need I’d been helping him explore was absent. This was closeness for the sake of closeness.
“I’m tired,” I whispered, my voice fighting a tremble.
Feeling him against me was the comfort I’d been craving and fighting against for days.
I felt arousal collecting between my lips despite the energy being so solemn, my body responding to the familiar sensation of being pressed against Theo. “I’d like to go to bed.”
“That won’t do until you tell me what’s wrong, Vivian. Sorry, but I’m not letting you go to sleep like this. What do you need?”
How the tables had turned. I usually had no problem asking for what I needed.
Self-advocating was a strong suit of mine—there had never been anyone else around to speak up for me.
This was the first time that I wasn’t my top priority.
Was I any better than his previous employers if I asked him to give up everything for me?
He’d just be living as a tool for somebody else. I wouldn’t let that happen.
I sniffled. “I need to be with you tonight.”
My willpower shattered for one final moment of connection.
Despite the sobs catching in my throat, and the weight of the words left unsaid, I crashed my lips into his.
I needed him so fucking badly. To feel his warmth.
Be one with him. Pretend this could be forever.
I’d already lost so much in my life. Why couldn’t I keep him?
He pulled away, his eyes still brown. No darkness. No transparent skin. His tattoos the same artificial gray. “I don’t think I can do what we’ve been doing tonight… I don’t want to be rough with you when you’re feeling like this.”
“Can you be inside of me without… fucking?” I asked.
“Only if you promise to talk to me.” He brushed a finger across my pout.
My pussy was weeping on my behalf. Fine. I was tired after days of swallowing my feelings. “I promise.”
He lifted my dress over my head, discarding it to the side of the mattress. There were no words, no kissing, no clawing and biting and throwing and pinning. None of our usual foreplay as he pulled his cocks out of his jeans and lined one up at my entrance.
The ache in my soul was soothed just a little when he pushed into me. There was relief in feeling so intimately that he was here with me, even if only for a moment. The thought only made my tears come closer to breaching the surface.
“What’s hurting you, Little Goddess?” he asked gently, dabbing at the corner of my eye.
“I’m going to miss you.” It was the best way I could be honest without saying the words that felt beyond what I could ask for—“please don’t go”.
His brows arched and he shifted deeper inside of me. He took my hand and rested it against his strong cheek. “I’m coming back.”
“I know.” That wasn’t true, but what else was there to say?
“Viv, listen to me.” He brought my other hand to hold his left cheek, then reached out to cup my face.
“There is nothing in this life or the next that could keep me away from you, if you’ll have me.
I would fight the gods themselves if it meant returning to this bed at the end of every day.
If what you’re looking for is commitment, then you have mine in spades.
My eternal company. My blood, sweat, and tears. ”
“You can’t just abandon your life,” I sniffled.
“You’re right, I can’t just abandon it. But I’ll return to you after I take care of some things. I promise.”
And there it was. He’d confirmed what I already knew. He had unfinished business, and that would always be the case. Theo was a man driven by guilt and ambition, and there was nothing I could do to change that. It was deep within the core of his being.
“Theo?”
“Yeah, Viv?”
“Can you put both your cocks inside of me? I want to sleep holding as much of you as possible.”
He blinked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I smiled. “I think I’d feel better if you did.”
The physical discomfort would be a welcome distraction. Maybe if something tore, it would be my own scar to remember him by.
He was silent, but I could see in his eyes he wanted it just as much as I did.
I spread my thighs wider in invitation. He pulled out one cock and slipped the other in its place.
At first I thought that was a clear “no” to the idea, but then he withdrew and rolled the sheath of black vines back up to just below his heads, wrapping himself into a single unit.
“You were made for me, Little Goddess,” he rumbled as he nudged his combined tips into me. “Hold tight and feel all of what’s yours.”
I clung to Theo’s neck and whimpered as he pushed forward. There was resistance. There was discomfort. There was ache. It was cathartic. And then, when the initial intrusion had passed, there was the divine feeling of every one of those pulsing black ridges stroking my insides.
“Keep breathing for me. Relax and let me inside of what’s mine.”
I exhaled on command, my body loosening just enough for a final push to pull him inside of me.
I knew I was supposed to tell him how much I liked it, but I couldn’t find words anymore.
Instead, I buried my damp cheeks into the crook of his shoulder.
His chest rumbled like thunder as he returned my embrace.
I was going to make sure he stayed there until the moment we had to say goodbye.