Chapter 25
Voss
She told me to let go, and so I did, following my instincts without a thought. My cocks throbbed, half in agony, half in bliss, overstimulated and yet eager for more.
She yelped when I stood up, bringing her with me. I climbed out of the bathtub and put her feet down on a towel. I grabbed her hands and put them on the edges of the sink, looking at her flushed, wide-eyed face in the mirror.
“Hold on well, love. You’ll take it until you come for me.”
She gasped when I entered her, my other cock sliding between her legs. I worked myself into her slowly, looking down to see how I stretched her. Her legs trembled, and when I finally seated myself inside her, she moaned deeply.
“That’s what I like to hear,” I murmured, pulling back. “Now, hold on better.”
She just gripped the sink more tightly when I slammed into her with a wet slap. She cried out, her mouth and eyes opened wide, and I snarled, watching her face in the mirror. Her body was hot and tight around me, and hell, I wanted to fit both my cocks in, but there was no time to prepare her.
Maybe I could hold back my orgasm enough to come just with one cock, and then the other. Hell, I’d done it a few times in the past, and now the idea lit me up. I wanted her full and dripping with my cum.
I pulled back excruciatingly slow, my spikes dragging against her hot, tight flesh, and then slammed back in. She cried out, shaking, and I fucked her in earnest.
“You told me to let go. Is this what you wanted, love? You think you can take it?”
I was delirious with pleasure and obsessed with making her come, my instincts riding me now. I controlled myself in the past, always careful so as not to scare her. But now, she said she loved me. She said she trusted me. And she told me to unleash.
“Yes!” she cried out, shaking. “Gods, yes! Just like this… Just like…”
She tensed and arched, her pussy squeezing me so tight, my vision dimmed with bliss. I pounded into her while she howled out her orgasm, finally softening with a whine. But I wasn’t done.
When she unclenched, I thrust faster and harder, gripping her hips while the mirror above the sink vibrated with the force of our fucking.
“We’re not done until this pussy is full of my cum,” I gritted out. Gods. I was almost there. “You feel so good. Fuck, I love fucking you.”
She whimpered, catching my eye in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her mouth open in a mute scream, her eyes wide. Our eyes locked, and then hers squeezed shut as she groaned deeply, her muscles clutching me tightly again.
“Yes. Come all over my cock. Fuck!”
I squeezed the shaft of my free cock just in time, coming deep into her body. We both twitched and panted, and when I was done, I pulled out my spent cock and pushed the other one in. She moaned, shaking, and I thrust a few times, gritting my teeth in pleasure as her hot muscles enveloped me from all sides.
My balls exploded with another orgasm, and I emptied myself into her with a deep hiss, my vision growing blurry. I didn’t think I’d ever come so much in such a short time.
And I never fucked anyone with such abandon before.
We were both still now, panting. I was inside her, warm and snug, but I already felt myself growing limp. A moment later, my cock slid out and some of my cum dripped out onto the floor. I braced myself on my shaking legs and reached forward to lift Alina’s face gently. Her hair covered it now as she breathed hard, but I had to see her expression.
We looked at each other in the mirror. I read nothing from her face, flushed and dark-eyed. She didn’t seem scared, but as the euphoria died down, I grew worried.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, gripping the sink with my other hand. Gods, my legs shook hard.
She straightened and I stepped back to give her space. When she turned to me and laid her trembling hand on my sternum, I breathed out in relief.
“I’m great,” she said, sounding like she couldn’t believe it herself. When she looked at me, her eyes were wide with surprise. “I never thought… But wow. It was… perfect. I want to do it again.”
I laughed, shaking my head in an attempt to clear it. I felt dizzy. That day took a lot out of me. “Oh, I’ll be happy to do it again. Just not now.”
She smiled back and took my hand, leading me out of the bathroom. There was water splashed around the tub, but I shrugged and decided to clean up later. Besides, I couldn’t focus on the mess, because my naked wife walked in front of me, her thighs shimmering with my cum.
My tail swung with pride. Mine.
I wrapped myself around her in bed, and soon, we were both asleep, deeply exhausted and utterly relaxed.
The next few days went by in bliss. I woke her up every morning with my tongue between her legs, just as I promised. We fucked daily, spent a lot of time talking, then went around the house, discussing renovations. I unblocked the way into the ruined wing and we cleared out what we could, preparing it to be fixed.
Now that she wanted to stay with me, I discovered a new energy and will to create the best possible life for us and our future children.
For the first two days, I didn’t even realize that something was wrong. We naturally spent most of our time in the house, and when I went to check on my cacao and coffee, Alina was making dinner, so it wasn’t strange that she didn’t go out with me.
But on the third day, when I proposed a walk, she extricated herself, claiming to have a headache. The same the day after. And the next day. When I brought back the subject of going to the village, Alina gave a non-committal answer.
“We don’t have to go now. You boarded that window up, so it’s fine. Let’s wait and see what other ideas we have for the house. So we can get it all sorted with one trip.”
I watched her closely. Soon, it became apparent she barely left the house, and when she did, she always made sure I was with her and never got farther than a few steps away.
A week passed that way. I was fairly certain I knew what happened, so one evening when Alina soaked in the bathtub and I sat behind her on a stool, combing out her wet hair, I carefully broached the subject.
“I noticed you stopped going outside,” I said evenly, massaging her scalp with the tips of my claws. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She tensed and was quiet. I kept running my fingers through her hair and waited. Finally, she exhaled heavily and nodded.
“Guess I should. I know it’s ridiculous. I’ve tried to get over it on my own but… Yeah. Just another thing that’s wrong with… That’s wrong.”
She fell silent, and I hummed in thought, picking up the comb.
“It’s not ridiculous. You went through something traumatic in the jungle. It’s only natural to be afraid after what happened.”
She blew out a frustrated breath and craned her head back to look at my face upside down.
“For fuck’s sake, please, stop being so understanding. I hate this! I just want to be happy and live my wonderful life with you, but every time I try to go out, I just… There’s this big choking fear, and my heart hammers, and I… I can’t do it. And I feel so weak!”
I combed her hair gently, even though it was already silky smooth and completely free of tangles, but I loved touching it, and I knew she enjoyed it, too. That was why I started this talk when she relaxed in the bath and I could soothe her.
“You’re not weak. You’ve been through a lot, and this is a normal reaction. Give yourself…”
“Time, I know,” she interrupted, looking sulky. “Thing is, I’ve wasted so much time already! Voss, I just want to be happy. I just want to, I don’t know, do something that will force me to make this fear go away so I can just enjoy my life!”
I thought about this for a while. The book I read on processing trauma stressed many times how important it was to not force anything. I was afraid of hurting her and would honestly wait forever if that was what was best for her.
But Alina was impatient. She scoffed and raised her wet hands to her face, rubbing hard. When she was done, her cheeks and lips were red. They glistened with water, making my cocks stir, but this was so not the time.
“I’ll just go out tomorrow. Alone. Just… get it over with. Push through the fear.”
“I’ll go with you,” I offered at once.
“No, it has to be drastic,” she said, her lips pursing stubbornly. “If you go with me, I’ll just cling to your hand and it won’t fix anything.”
Oh, I didn’t like it at all. The very thought of her being out there alone, choking on her own breath from terror, was odious. But I couldn’t forbid her, now, could I? I could only try to convince her to try something else.
An idea shimmered to life in my mind, my body warming with the very thought of it.
“What if…” I began, a twisted excitement already pulsing in my pocket. Then I realized what happened. My idea made me horny, and it was absolutely inappropriate. Gods, no. This was sick. “No, that’s a bad idea.”
Alina instantly perked up, sitting up to look at me. “What is? Tell me. Come on.”
But I shook my head, feeling uncomfortable and hot. Damn it, here she was, doing her best to deal with trauma, and I wanted to… To use it for my own pleasure. I was a deviant.
“Voss.” She said my name in a low, threatening voice that she’d never used on me before. It made me sit up straighter. “Tell me. Right now.”
Oh, damn. I couldn’t resist when she looked at me like that. Already ashamed at what she would think of me, I explained, “Well, there is this book on trauma I read. And it talked about something called shadow play.”
I broke off, and Alina huffed impatiently. “Well? What is it?”
“Well, you basically try to relive a traumatic experience, in an, uh, controlled environment. With someone you trust. And you reframe it. Change the story into something better.”
Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Okay. This sounds good. So, what were you thinking?”
I looked away, fidgeting. “Well, you’re scared that someone will grab you in the jungle. So I thought… I could chase you. And…” But I broke off. I couldn’t say it. My cocks already pulsed with desire, and it took all I had to keep them in my pocket so she wouldn’t see.
“And what?” Alina asked, getting angry. “Please, just tell me!”
I braced myself, looking into her eyes, and said it. “And if I caught you, I’d fuck you against a tree.”
Her lips fell open as her breath caught in her throat. I stared into her eyes stubbornly, looking for judgment or disgust, but instead, I found her pupils dilating, her cheeks reddening. Water splashed when she squirmed, her hand flying up to caress her collarbone.
I was about to apologize when she blurted out, “Let’s do it.”