13. The World’s End
THE WORLD’S END
JO
After I cum he seems to lose track of my pleasure as he uses me. Harder, deeper, faster. All I can do is get lost in the overwhelming torrent of him. I cry his name, over and over, with each dramatic return to me. He grumbles and roars around me, his walls shaking, the stones rattling around us.
A gust of air, almost like a roar, is my only warning, before warm water is shooting up, battering into me from behind.
The rocks around me are dislodged as his relief surrounds me, shoving me forward, up, and out.
I’m shoved forward, buffeted by the warm water, until I am pushed all the way out into the fresh air.
I land on the ground, coughing, and sputtering and gasping for air.
But still so solidly satisfied.
“Are you alright?” A gravelly voice asks. A decidedly human voice.
I scramble to cover my partially naked body.
With my shorts torn I’m half naked, on the top of a mountain, freshly fucked.
It’s a terrible time to meet a stranger.
I squeeze my eyes shut, draping a hand dramatically over my eyes to block the sun, and hoping that I really am imagining it this time.
“It’s just the wind, just the wind, just the wind. ”
“Jo! Are you okay?” A shadow covers my face, and I realize that the voice is strangely familiar.
“Mitchell?” I ask before I open my eyes.
“Jo, please. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”
“You don’t really live at all.” I mutter.
“Well, that’s not exactly true anymore.” The disembodied voice says, and then a warm calloused hand caresses my cheek.
My eyes snap open to find a face hovering just a few inches above mine. A hand with warm brown skin, strokes along my chin, it’s connected to a sinewy muscular arm, which slopes to a shapely shoulder, and then a face that shouldn’t be familiar, but it is.
It’s the face from the side of the mountain.
I scoop a hand up to touch him, cupping a very warm, and human feeling skin in my own hand. Still scratchy, like a five o’clock shadow, but skin nonetheless. “Mitchell?”
I sit up and take in his full form. He’s naked, with the largest soft dick I’ve ever seen draped across his thick thigh. There, a curved protrusion on it, exactly the place I felt it earlier. This guy managed to grow a clit attachment on the side of his dick.
“Please. Be alright.” His eyes are soft and concerned.
“I’m fine! Totally fine!” I assure him, realizing I’ve been too dumbstruck by his appearance to utter a single reassuring word. “I’m great actually.”
He smiles at me, and it only makes him more beautiful. I trace my thumb along the chiseled jawline, marveling at the suncast shadow cutting across his nose. This is the only thing possibly more perfect than the view from his mountain.
“Mitchell, you’re beautiful.”
“As are you, my Jo.” His eyes darken with lust, and holy shit, his face just keeps getting better.
“You’re a person. Have you always been a person? Did you just become a person? Have you always been able to become a person?” I’m blathering, faltering for words, as he helps me stand.
“No. This is because of what you’ve done for me this afternoon.”
I shake my head, but my response is stolen as I’m distracted by a blazing light in the sky. The comet.
And it’s headed right for us.
Shit, I just met the perfect man, with the perfect body, and the perfect dick, and I’m going to lose everything.
Something hot rages in my heart and in a moment I know he is my everything.
I didn’t just meet him today, I have walked his forests for years.
He is the man and the mountain. He is the reason I am standing here right now.
“Mitchell. I love you!” I blurt. His eyes go wide. “I know it’s ridiculous, and I don’t know what I could do about it, but I’m not going to my grave without saying it.”
“I love you too, Jo. But there’s no need to cry.” He reaches up to brush a drop of water from my cheek that I hadn’t realized was there. “We can fix this.”
“We?” I ask.
“Me, and what you’ve done for me today.” He says.
He turns to the skyline. Presenting me with the most perfectly carved ass in the world, as he faces the oncoming meteor. I won’t mind at all if it’s the last thing I see.
The bright fire of the rock burning through our atmosphere throws his silhouette into sharp relief. It’s hard to look at. But I see him raise a fist, open his fingers, and then close them again quickly.
The Earth does the same. The mountain beside us opens at its peak, and closes again, around the meteor. Swallowing it into its depths. The only real sign that anything has happened is the cry of birds, and the menacing rumble of the ground. Then there’s silence.
“Did you just–” My voice is stammering. “Save the world?”
Mitchell shakes his head. “You are the one who saved me. I have never lived before. I have never really known the feel of the wind on my skin.”
He turns back around, creating another magnificent view. His dick swinging in the sun. He bends down and kisses me. His mouth is hard but pliant, not quite skin, but certainly no longer rock.
Shit. I guess I really do love him.
He’s here now, and he is mine. I throw my arms around his neck and return his kiss with full passion.
When my tired, sore, thighs begin to have trouble holding me up, he easily takes my weight and then smoothly crouches to pick me up, one hand under my knees to lift me into his perfectly carved chest.
He is strangely warm, and completely naked, an incredibly welcome feeling.
Despite my protests he carries me all the way back down the mountain, back to my car. I find some old sweats in my trunk that almost fit him. They cling to his muscled thighs, outlining the fantastic package I know he has beneath.
The drive back to town, it seems that everyone is excited the Earth is still here. Mitchell really has saved everyone.
We never tell anyone that, of course. That’s a secret just for use.
People easily accept that he is my grad school boyfriend who moved to town because he missed me.
We find him a job at the national park, and Mitchell is quickly accepted to be the best tour guide, who knows every inch of the forest.
He also gets to know every inch of my body, and remains an excellent fuck, even in his human form. Although we do start experimenting with Shibari and pillory bars to help me find that perfect release of losing restraint while I am being restrained.
The more we fuck, and the more time we spend together, the more Mitchell seems to become like a real human.
Although as he becomes disconnected from the Earth, he becomes more connected with me, and the community around us.
We settle in, finding a warm cozy life, on a planet that never needs to be saved again.
Which is how my mountain becomes a molehill.