Chapter 12
SELENE
Despite the discomfort I felt at the beginning, there is nothing in the world like being filled by Harry, like his heavy body on top of mine as he gently strokes in and out, each steady thrust shedding sparks onto the pile of tinder that lies deep in my belly.
As he looks into my eyes, he ventures deeper, and my body slowly lets him in.
I cling tighter, my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he spins me away into the heavens. I’ve never felt anything like this, this closeness with another person, and I’m so, so glad it was Harry.
Then, he sinks in as far as he can, and I let out a rough moan as that bulge at the base of his cock stops him from going any deeper.
I’m stretched open for him, and the pressure feels incredible as he reels his hips back and plunges in again.
This is what my body has been longing for, and at last, I feel that painful urge slowly receding.
But there’s still more I need, still something else required to fully sate that bone-deep craving.
I bury my face in his neck as Harry’s pace picks up.
I breathe in that scent of his, so perfectly male, and in response, I sense my muscles loosening, that tightness around his cock softening.
I’m still not quite full enough, not satisfied with what he’s giving me.
“Harry,” I whisper, and he slows the steady pump of his hips. “Give me all of it.”
He separates from me, peering down into my face with confusion in his eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I shake my head feverishly. “You won’t. Please. I need it. I need you.”
After searching my face, Harry nods and slides his hands under my back to draw me in even closer.
“Then I will give you everything my soul can give,” he whispers into my ear.
This time, when he slides inside me, he applies more pressure. That broad lump pushes against my opening, and the stretch is absolutely glorious.
“Yes!” This is what I need. This is what will finally fix me. “Please, Harry!”
Again he thrusts in, and again that knot squeezes farther through. My body gives to it, spreading wide for him, and we both groan in unison.
“Selene,” he says in a tremulous voice, “you are everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted but didn’t know it.”
Then that knot is all the way inside me, and I’m so stuffed that I might just pop like a ripe blueberry.
It’s exactly what I’ve been hungering for, and I let out a cry of bliss.
Now the low flame in my belly is growing, spreading, filling my arms and legs and head with an indescribable pleasure.
I’m soaring high in the sky above us, my wings spread as I’m finally freed.
Harry groans above me as I go tight all over, as every muscle in me clamps down.
He slams into me once more, that glorious knot filling me.
A scream is ripped from my lips as I crest, and then I sense him swell.
That knot grows even larger, spreading me wider, and my single climax roars into something bigger, something that shatters the world as I knew it before.
Harry’s eyes are huge and blue, his mouth open in shocked ecstasy as he fills me up as far as I can take.
Then those eyes shut and he roars above me, an animal-like sound I feel all the way down in my toes.
When he breaks, I sense it—a wet heat gushing inside me, coating me, stretching me even more.
I gasp and wriggle as my pleasure continues, never stopping, all-encompassing.
It’s so intense that I wonder if I might simply perish.
“Shh,” Harry murmurs, and I realize I’ve been keening, so overwhelmed that I can’t hold it inside. “It’s alright. I’m here.”
I cling to him as the intensity finally ebbs. But I’m still so full, and as hard as my body tries to eject him, he remains seated. It’s the strangest feeling to have what I’ve needed at last, and yet my body is unused to it.
But Harry holds me close, stroking my hair as I finally come back to my own corporeal form. He remains lodged inside me, and I wonder if we’re now locked together forever.
“It will only take a few minutes.” He kisses my forehead, bundling me up tight against him. “I promise.”
So we lie like that, panting, soaking each other up. At last, that burning desire has faded, and all I’m left with is a warm, glowing satisfaction.
At long last, Harry’s knot has deflated enough that he can withdraw, and his spend gushes down, inflaming the discomfort I’d felt at the beginning. I whimper, and worried, Harry leans down to inspect me.
“It will heal,” he assures me, smiling that comforting, soft smile that lets me know everything is all right.
We have no way to clean up out here, so I drip between the legs as I push my nightgown back down. When Harry’s dressed again, he picks me up so I don’t have to walk on my bare feet, and carries me the rest of the way home.
When I awaken the next morning, I’m surprised to find myself alone. I don’t even remember reaching the house, or Harry putting me to bed. Everything is a hazy blur. But the panic I expect doesn’t come.
Harry will return, wherever he’s gone.
I rise from the bed, aching between the legs. I know Harry’s right and it will get better, but for now, I cringe as I make my way to the kitchen to find something to eat. While I’m slathering my bread in butter, the front door opens, and I spin around.
It’s Harry, grinning through his shaggy beard. He crosses from the front door to me in a few long, sure strides, and wraps me up in his arms.
“You’re awake. I meant to be here, but I had an errand to run.”
When he releases me, I finish spreading the butter. “What errand?”
“Let the constable know about last night. He’s going to see Greld now.”
I shudder all over at just the name. His face flashes quickly through my mind, and I remember his body hovering over me. I almost drop the knife, so I set it down on the cutting board.
Harry’s arms around me startle me out of my daze. “He’s going to be put away. Sent to the prison in the city. You won’t have to worry about him again, I promise.”
After we eat, we clean each other off in the tub. Then I see to Harry’s wounds, where he still has splinters lodged in his arm. I pick them out one at a time before cleaning and bandaging him up. I have a few scrapes of my own, which Harry tends to.
“I’m not returning to work for a few days,” he says as we sit down together in front of the fire. “We have to figure out what comes next for the town guard. I might get Greld’s old job.” He grins. “That would mean no more night shifts.”
I love that idea.
That night, though, I’m surprised when I sense an overwhelming need rising inside me again. But now that I’ve taken Harry’s knot once, my body knows exactly what it wants.
I take his hand in mine and tug him toward the bedroom. His look of surprise turns into one of mischief, and he lets me lead him there.
My nest is still destroyed, so as Harry strips down to his drawers and sits in the middle, I rearrange it around him. This takes me a good half hour, getting it all exactly right, but when I’m finished… it’s perfect. And I know now what it was missing all along.
I crawl on my knees toward Harry, who reclines on a pillow, surrounded by blankets.
His lip lifts as I slide my hands up his legs to the bottom of his drawers, his thick hair tickling my palms. He slides the straps off his shoulders, and I help him pull them the rest of the way off.
In exchange, he lifts my nightgown, and I raise my arms so he can easily dispense of it.
I sit back so I can admire him: big as a bear, covered in blond hair from head to toe, his blue eyes glittering.
“You’re just right,” I tell him, crawling up between his legs as he spreads them for me.
His stout cock is alert, pulsing with each breath as I get closer.
Now that we’re in the comfortable confines of my nest, I feel safe touching him, exploring the soft skin along the shaft with the pads of my fingers.
Harry’s lids drop low over his eyes as I wrap my hand around him, experimenting with a squeeze.
From there, though, I’m not entirely sure what to do. I squeeze again, then look up into Harry’s face.
“What do you like?” I ask, because this is my first time with my hands wrapped around a man’s cock.
His brows lift, and then an even wider smile than before takes over his face, crinkling the skin around his eyes.
He places his hand over mine, then ever so slowly, he guides it upward.
I inhale sharply as my palm shuttles up to the tip of his cock, which moves the sleeve of skin over the top.
Then Harry pushes down again, leading my hand back to the thick knot at the base.
There, he’s even hairier than everywhere else, and it leads down to a sac underneath.
I stare at his bollocks, entranced by their size, and Harry chuckles at my expression.
“Never seen it up close, have you?” he asks.
I shake my head as I repeat the motion he showed me, sliding my hands up, then bringing them to the bulb at the root again, which pulls that sleeve of skin down and reveals a soft, red head underneath at the tip of his cock. It’s rounded but angled to penetrate, just like it did last night.
Inside of me.
My whole body tingles, remembering what that felt like, how this brought me so much pleasure. I wonder if it tastes like Harry’s lips do, or if it has a different flavor.
“Can I lick you?” I ask. “The way you did to me?”
His eyes fly wide.
“Lick… me? Well, of course you can. If you want to.”
His voice sounds very much like he wants me to. I must have had a good idea.
So I lean down and lick the head, which is muskier and saltier than I expected.
It’s so Harry in its flavor, and I swallow it all.
With a little burst of creativity, I decide to lick and stroke my hand at the same time, and Harry’s head falls back on the pillow.
When he lets out a groan, I know I must be doing something right.
I get bolder, sucking the whole head into my mouth as I wrap my hand around his knot and squeeze. That earns a bigger grunt of pleasure, so I lick even farther down.
“Selene,” Harry gasps, “I’m going to finish in your mouth.”
“Then do it.” But it comes out muffled.
Harry’s legs go tight and his belly contracts as even more of that liquid spills out of him, onto my tongue and over my lips. There’s so much, in fact, it drips down my chin and onto my hands.
I think I did something right.