Epilogue
Sylvain
I’m struggling. There is no easy way to say it, and I might let Amaya down, which is the worst part.
“Amaya.”
“Shhh, you're doing so good.”
The bark is scratching my back and my ass, and somehow creating a situation where it feels painfully good. “Please, Amaya, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
“Yes, you do. Until I say so.”
The sloppy, slurping sounds of her mouth wrapped around my cock, combined with the fact that she has bound my hands around the tree so I cannot move, literally has me in a bind.
I force myself not to buck my hips into her wet mouth, even though I so desperately want to, but that would violate the rules of the game.
Presently her tongue is tracing intricate swirls over the head of my cock, pulsating against the sensitive glans, while her hands deftly massage my balls.
Suddenly, I pop out of her mouth, but before I can get any reprieve, she is pushing me back in, against her slick lips, locking me into a rhythm that seems impossible.
“I’m gonna come,” I groan.
She stops, holding me loosely in her hands, tracing the ridges. “No, you’re not.”
I tip my head down to see her, naked on her knees in front of me, surrounded by the lush beauty of the garden, which only serves to amplify the rich brown of her skin.
Her other hand is buried in between her legs, rubbing slow circles over her clit.
How unfair. How I wish it were my hand, but again, not the rules for today’s game.
“Amaya, please,” I beg. She loves it when I beg, and I see sparks fly in her eyes, her hand moving faster over my cock. The tip of her tongue darts out to lick just the tip, eliciting another groan from me.
“I like it when you beg, do it again.” A wicked grin stretched across her face.
“Amaya, please let me come.”
“Say ‘pretty please’.” More licks.
“Pretty please with prickly pear on top.” I need to come, need to see her take me in her mouth.
Her eyes consider me, and with the pace of a retired snail, pushes me back into her mouth, so deeply I gasp.
She is working me over now, and within seconds, spurt after spurt of my come is flowing into her sweet mouth.
I’m slack against the ropes, barely feeling their bite into my skin.
My head feels warm and buzzy, and a thrill speeds through my spine as I watch her lick her lips, collecting drops of my seed.
Amaya stands, lovingly unties me, and leads me to the creek to wash up.
We sit on the flat boulders in the shallow end, letting the cool water flow over our sticky bodies.
She leans back in the sun, eyes closed, so relaxed.
I’m about to get up and kneel between her legs so that I might feast on her, but she cracks open an eye just as I make a move to get up.
“Not so fast, cowboy. I wanted you to be nice and relaxed for today so you won’t be so grumpy. Today is about making friends in the community.” She pushes me down with her dainty foot, which only makes me want her more.
I huff an irritated sigh, knowing she is right.
It’s the morning of the end-of-summer festival, and I have to be on my best behavior.
The final days of prepping this have been a whirlwind, with Amaya making the organization look easy.
Last week, during a particularly grueling day of meetings with the city council and the major sponsors that came all the way from Billings and Bozeman, I was ready to disappear into the woods forever and never return.
Amaya, however, had turned to me afterwards on our walk to my house, eyes alight with enthusiasm, talking a mile a minute about how fun this was and how everything was coming together, how she couldn’t wait to call her mom and tell her everything.
By the time we got to the house, she had a fully verbalized plan to continue with seasonal celebration festivals in our quaint town, and my feelings of annoyance at the day had all but disappeared.
“You should be an event planner, you’re so good at this,” I had said at the time, which made her freeze and burst into tears, “in a good way,” she had promised me later, but in the moment, I felt like I might have broken her.
“Alright, we can’t lie here all day. Come on, we need to gather enough prickly pear to make a ton of lemonade, or Remy is going to kill us.”
I let her get up first, so I can watch her walk away, her naked body making me hard again.
???
THE SUMMER FESTIVAL is in full swing, each booth overflowing with either goods from the shops on Main Street or stalls from local farmers bursting with the last of their summer harvests.
Booth after booth, lines snake around them, and it seems that people have traveled from all over to visit our quaint town today.
I even see some familiar faces in the crowd, sporting their human bodies, of course.
I spy Zerachiel manning the Owl and Lantern booth, where they have a generous stack of used books for sale along with slices of his famous peach pie.
I can’t help but snort. Amaya looks over at me, catching me staring.
“Be nice.” She admonishes me. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to ask if you can sell his pie in the restaurant; people are asking us almost daily anyway.”
Under my breath, I whisper to her, “He’s a demon, Amaya.”
“Yeah, well, he’s not the only thing to go bump in the night around here, and besides, Kate loves him, and Kate is awesome, and she told me he’s not a demon anymore, so there!” She stops lecturing me to serve a customer some of her famous prickly pear lemonade.
“Are you excited for your Mom to come visit?” I decide changing the subject is the safest path away from the pie debate.
“I cannot wait for you to meet her! Remy is excited as well; any chance for Mom to show off her cooking skills is a win for her, honestly. She’s sad she missed the festival, but I think she’s rather just relax and enjoy the scenery.
We should take her to the lake!” Her face is shining with pure excitement.
I’m a little more apprehensive about meeting her mother, but I will do my best to charm her.
As the day wears on, the crowd keeps getting larger, I start to feel the beginnings of magic I have not felt in a long time, magic that only used to flow through me when my worshippers would join me in the woods for our days-long celebrations.
Here and there amongst the people, my magic is picking up on the prayers of abundance from the farmers in attendance, their happiness when someone purchases their food, even the molecular changes in the bodies of the humans eating.
All at once, I feel overwhelmed, and excuse myself from the booth to go out back where the forest is, and take some deep breaths. After a while, I head back in through the kitchen and find a woman standing awkwardly by the register at the bar.
“Hi, can I help you?”
The woman is short but curvy, with long, intricate braids of gold, red, and black swept into an elegant updo at the top of her head. She immediately extends her hand.
“Hi, I’m Simone. I’m looking for the owner or the manager?”
“Nice to meet you, Simone. I’m the owner, Sylvain. What can I do for you?” I reach out to take her hand.
“Well, I’m new in town, and I’m opening up a computer shop. I noticed most of the businesses I’ve visited today don’t use any sort of computer system for tracking orders; everyone seems to be using paper and pencil. I was wondering if you’d be interested in installing an upgraded system?”
“Hell yes, he would!” The voice is coming from the kitchen as Remy and Amaya appear in the doorway together. Remy is so excited that they are pumping a fist in the air in celebration.
“Well, that’s two yes votes. So, what do you think, Sylvain?” Simone raises an eyebrow at me, still chuckling at Remy.
“I do like the sound of that. I’m all for making my business easier to manage with our small team. How about we set up an appointment for next week, and you can do a demo for me and my team?”
Simone flashes me a wide smile, and I see her eyes have gotten just a smidge shiny. Perhaps she’d been hearing a lot of no’s today. “Yes, absolutely! I will give you a call tomorrow and we’ll set it up.” She waves at Amaya and Remy. “It was nice meeting both of you as well.”
We watch Simone leave, and Amaya breaks the silence first. “I like her. We need some technology around these parts.”
Remy snorts. “You sound like a local now. So, does that mean you’re staying here for good?”
Amaya reaches for my hand, and I swiftly pull her into my arms. “I’ve decided to do event planning for the town specifically.
No offense to the town council, but they’re kinda bad at this and I’m apparently amazing at it.
” She looks me in the eyes, sending my heart fluttering.
“Plus, I met this amazing guy, and now I have to stay forever.”
Remy wolf whistles at us.
I feel a deep flush creep up my neck and face at Remy witnessing this extremely gushy exchange of feelings, but I manage to say with all sincerity. “And I met this amazing woman, who is my equal in all things.”
“Alright, you love birds, someone has to watch the booth, see you later.”
As Remy leaves, I turn to Amaya. “Will you move in with me?”
She scrunches up her face in mock concentration, “Well…since half my stuff is over there anyway, and Mrs. Ames has basically stopped charging for my room because she is way too damn nice, and I do love you and everything, I think yes!” She kisses me on my nose, standing on her tiptoes to reach me. “I will move in with you.”
I hoist her up onto the bar so I can cup her face in my hands and kiss her deeply, a growl resonating from my chest with pleasure at her words. “This makes me happy.”
She looks down at me, cupping my quickly stiffening bulge in my pants. “I can see that.” She flashes me a wicked grin.
“How about I kidnap you and take you to the forest and show you all the ways it makes me happy?” I twitch an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, please!” She squeals.
I lock her legs around my middle, giving her barely enough time before we disappear into a shimmering cloud of dust.
~The End ~