Twenty-One
Days passed. Nights, too, though it was hard to keep track because the moment Arwen awoke without Tate inside her, the aching emptiness was almost more than she could bear. The only remedy was for Tane to thrust his cock balls deep inside her and fuck her until they were knotted together.
She rode him while they fed each other morsels of food, blindly grabbed from the fridge while he fucked her on the counter beside it.
He railed her against the bathroom wall while she soaped them both and showered off the foam, before tumbling to the floor in a nest of towels in an attempt to dry off before he carried her back to bed.
Arwen wasn't sure how many days had passed on the morning she woke up beside Tate, already reaching for his morning wood before she realised the desperation had faded.
Oh, not the ache, because she suspected he'd spent more time inside her than apart, since the first time they'd come together, and the pounding her pussy had taken from a cock that size...
well, she could still feel him inside her, almost.
But right now...she licked the drop of precum off his head and sucked him into her mouth. Yes, he did taste as good as she'd imagined. The other thing she'd wondered was whether he'd knot her during a blowjob, or if it was just when he was inside her pussy.
She didn't get to find out, though, because he pulled out, panting hard. "I need to come inside you. So close. Please..."
So Arwen climbed on top of him, rubbing her wetness along his length, but as her hand stroked him, positioning him just right to thrust deep inside her, he came like a fountain, streaking her belly and breasts with white.
But this time, there was no knot. Interesting.
"I'll make it up to you in the shower, I promise," Tate said.
Three orgasms from his mouth and his fingers, and they were both squeaky clean. And while his hardening cock looked mouth-wateringly tempting right now, her growling stomach told her she needed food more.
"I think whatever this was...a mating frenzy or being in heat, is over now. I might be able to stop throwing myself at you long enough to cook and eat a proper breakfast," Arwen said.
Then Tate decided to make pancakes, which meant there was a bottle of chocolate sauce on the table, and a fight ensued as to which part of the body was best to lick clean of chocolate sauce, until the bottle was empty and they both ended up on the table in a tangle of limbs that bore some resemblance to a sixty nine, with Arwen most definitely on top.
And while Tate's cock could be copied to create the world's most pleasurable dildo, the magic he could work with his fingers and his mouth was almost its equal. Not that she'd be sharing any part of him with sex toy manufacturers, now or ever.
"I think we need another shower," Tate said.
"I think you're right."