Vivian #3
I could feel his pulse everywhere. It beat against my chest within his wrist. It throbbed deep within my core.
It thumped steadily against my clit from the black sheath around his base.
My heartbeat instinctively matched his, slowing.
Heavy and deep. Finding a soothing rhythm after being so frenzied since he left.
“How does it feel, Little Goddess?”
“Like I’m so full I could break,” I whimpered.
As if he could hear the tears in my voice, he let go of one hip and swiped a finger over my cheek. “You’re crying. Does it hurt that bad?” His monstrous voice was uncertain. Concerned.
“No. It’s that overwhelming,” I laughed breathlessly. “Don’t worry. I need this.”
He grunted in understanding. “I’m going to fuck you until I come inside of you now. You can cry if you need to, just tell me if it’s too much.”
“I will, I promise. Don’t start being gentle now.”
He lowered me to my hands and knees, and I arched my back.
His imposing shadow darkened the air around us as he positioned over me, placing a hand on either side of my ribs.
He spread my cheeks again, no doubt watching as he slowly slid back out, then shoved himself back inside of me.
I let out a scream, the sound swallowed by the trees towering in every direction.
Theo only gave two more gentle strokes before he started rutting into me. I arched my back, taking it as he thrust ruthlessly. It was primal and unholy and all-consuming. I was vaguely aware of my own screaming and tears as I came so hard I could no longer hold myself up.
I melted into the rich dirt as another orgasm started to build. He moaned in response, panting as he pounded into me. We were both so loud. Even the hypnotically vulgar sound of our sticky skin slapping together felt like it could be heard from miles away.
Then, there was a growl that didn’t match his sounds of pleasure. I cracked my eyes open to investigate.
A forest creature approached us.
We were entirely naked, neither of us had a crystal to deter them. Unprotected. The resounding roar that Theo let loose from his throat was loud enough to make me cover my own ears.
The creature crouched to its belly and retreated into the trees. No magical charm needed.
Theo didn’t break his pace for a moment as he continued fucking the woman he loved and had sworn to protect.
I came again, and again, and again. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and rested his hand soothingly on the small of my back. In my peripheral vision, I saw his fingers digging into the dirt to all the way to the knuckles. He gripped the earth as he rocked into me.
“Tell me Vivian,” he groaned. “Tell me these holes are mine. You’re mine. Everything you are and feel belongs to me.”
“It all belongs to you, Theo,” I whimpered into the clover. “Come inside of what’s yours.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, thrusting himself to his hilt and stilling.
His cocks pulsed inside of both holes, the throb encouraging one more orgasm out of me as his cum warmed my core. I watched the shadows of his shoulders rise and fall with heavy breaths as he buried his seed in me.
Good thing one of us had the brains to remove my field from the equation before we got to this point, or he’d have to start building a goddamn nursery.
“Do you feel a little better?” he purred between heavy breaths.
I took inventory of myself. I’d purged out so many intense feelings. I felt wrung dry, left in a state of satiated sensitivity. No numbness. No dissociation. No overwhelming emotions. No paralysis. A melted puddle of myself, but myself none the less.
“I think so,” I confirmed hesitantly. “For now at least.”
He stroked slowly, his cum making indecent noises while helping him glide smoothly in and out. “We can do this as many times as you need, Little Goddess.”
He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty without his cocks inside of me.
Our combined fluids coated my inner cheeks and thighs when I sat up and turned to face him. His tattoos began fading from black to inky gray. His height and bulk were shrinking back to normal. Each blink revealed a little more of his brown irises.
Smile lines appeared around his eyes when he cupped my face. Despite the sex we’d just had, there was pure tenderness in the way he looked at me. I felt like a wild whore, but he was still gazing at me like I was a goddess.
“For what it’s worth, I would’ve been just as happy to support you with the picnic today,” his voice was returning to its normal depth.
“Some problems need more than a spread of hors d’oeuvres,” I smiled with a soft chuckle. Joking felt good. Normal.
“Would you finish our meal with me as part of your aftercare?”
He didn’t want me to retreat back to the cabin and resume my misery. Neither did I. I looked between my legs at the mess. “Sure, I’ll just wash myself off first.”
“Hm,” he hummed disapprovingly, “I don’t think you will. In fact, I’d rather you stay naked and spread open so I can appreciate my work while we eat.”
How could I say no? He’d killed four people for me, then made me come so many times I lost count. Messy picnic blanket it is.